Happy Face (2025) s01e07 Episode Script

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Previously on Happy Face
- Hello.
- Hi, buddy. I'm Ash.
- Why are you here?
- How dare you put her picture
on the fucking TV, you bitch!
Your father has power outside
of those prison walls.
He would hurt anyone,
even his little Missy.
Did you check the purge
paperwork yesterday, Bob?
No. It wasn't on the list.
This case evidence
was destroyed.
I'm a killer.
- Calm down, Jesperson.
- I'm so good at it
that I'm famous for it.
Now I killed that girl, and
I am getting sick and tired
of trying to prove it to you!
Looking at the base
linear fractures
on Heather Richmond's skull,
she was struck by
a heavy object.
But it will take
the DNA results
Heather's DNA is on the wrench.
I carved the happy face
on the tree at the river.
- You're kidding, right?
- Keith killed Heather.
This is really bad.
I'd like to vacate
this conviction.
I'd like to release
Mr. Carter on signature bond.
Grandpa,
- I need your help.
- We have a problem.
Hazel has been
talking to your dad.
- Let's go. Get up!
- What?
Come on. Wake up,
wake up, wake up.
- Mom, what are you doing?!
- Get up, Hazel!
- Mom!
- Give me your phone.
What? Why?
Right now.
Am I in trouble or something?
What's your passcode?
12-13-89.
Now the other one.
What other one?
The one you've been
using to talk to Keith?
- I don't have it.
- Don't you dare lie to me.
It's in my locker at school.
We'll get it later.
Fine.
- Pack a bag.
- We're going to Oregon.
What?! Mom!
What are
you gonna do now?
I'm, uh
I'm-a go home with my sister
and maybe eat some barbecue.
And that's about it.
- Congratulations, Ivy.
- You like it?
Are you kidding me?
I love it!
- That's great work here, truly.
- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
- I mean, this story put us in a new category,
and I think we should
capitalize on it.
I mean, we have an opportunity
to make our coverage more
meaningful, more impactful
It'll be meaningful
for me to sit down
and talk to Elijah.
I can tell you that.
Where are we on
that, by the way?
Um, everything all set
for the shoot in Texas?
Yes, yes.
- Uh, takeoff is at 8:00 p.m. tonight.
- Mm-hmm.
And we got the hotel
suite that you liked.
- Yeah.
- Nice, nice. And Melissa's coming, too, right?
I want to do a final
interview with her.
I gave her
a couple days off, actually,
- to deal with some family stuff.
- Mm-hmm.
Uh, I thought it was better
to keep the final segment
- on you, Elijah and Joyce
- Mm-hmm.
and then do another interview
in studio with Melissa.
Good. Might as well
milk it, right?
Greg?
Look, I don't want to go back
to the old true crime coverage
of missing girls and sad moms.
This was supposed to be
about something much bigger,
the criminal justice system,
how we can do a lot more
- if we just try and focus.
- Yeah.
People tune in
for entertainment.
For an escape, uh,
not a civics lesson.
And this had both,
and I know that we
can do it again
Ivy, we had a serial killer
confessing a new
murder to his daughter.
That's a
once-in-a-lifetime thing.
It's not something we can
replicate week after week.
But that was great
work in there.
I love it. I love it!
This place is awesome!
Can we get room service, Mom?
Sure, Bug. Here. I got you
this for the pool, okay?
Can I watch television?
Yeah, if you want.
I can't hear you.
- Hey, Mom. How was the drive?
- Good.
Wow. This is fancy.
- Grandma!
- Ooh! Oh!
- Why are you here?
- To babysit you, silly goose.
What?
No hug for an old lady?
- Hi, Grandma.
- Oh.
- Hey, thank you for coming, June.
- Ah.
Oh. Uh, if they're
hungry, they need anything,
just put it on the room, okay?
Max
wants to swim, and
we shouldn't be long.
Okay.
Wait, Mom.
You're leaving now?
Why would you bring
us all the way here
and then leave us
in a hotel room?
Because we don't
trust you anymore.
Be good for Grandma.
Hey.
Thank you. Take a table.
Thanks.
I looked through Hazel's
texts, her emails, I didn't get
to the apps yet,
but it seems like
they only communicated
through the burner phone.
The question is, for how long.
You know, well, there are
more questions than just that.
- Yeah, I know.
- Like, what the fuck did they talk about?
What the fuck does he
want from her? Who?
Who does he think he is, even
fucking calling her at all?
I think when he gets
here, I should talk first.
You have gotten to talk to
him plenty. It is my turn.
I know him, Ben.
Did you know that he was talking
to our daughter, Melissa?
I honestly don't know why you
insisted that we come here.
He's not gonna give
two shits what we say.
I am here because I need
to look him in the eye
and tell him to stay the
fuck away from our daughter.
Three. Go!
Wow! That was a big one, Max!
Let's see you swim
to the end and back.
Okay! Watch me!
Here I go.
So are you gonna tell
me what's going on?
Mom didn't tell you?
How many daughters you know tell
their mothers the whole story?
I've been talking to Keith
on the phone.
- I see.
- Hazel!
Max!
My bad.
Are you not going
to say anything?
About what, dear?
About what I just told you.
I don't see what
there is to say.
If you want to throw
your life away just like
your mother is doing, I
don't see how I can stop you.
No one listens to me.
I don't want to throw my life
away, and neither does she.
She was this close to
having a different life
once she married your father.
Good man from a good family.
A family with money.
Holiday traditions.
Keith took that away from me.
He ran this family ragged.
But I told your mother,
find a good man
start fresh, and she did.
And now all these years later,
she climbs right back in.
You okay, kiddo?
Your lips
look kind of blue.
- I'm not cold at all.
- Okay.
Mom was just trying to do
the right thing, Grandma.
What the hell is taking so long?
Excuse me. We're, um, here
to see Keith Jesperson.
Do you know how much
longer the wait's gonna be?
I can check. Give me a second.
What happened
to your eye there, huh?
You run into a fist?
Hold on.
Didn't you give
him that black eye?
You know it.
Yo?
Can you and Dr. Greg get
me out of prison, too?
Daddy!
Oh, hey, munchkin.
You going
to Chickie's tonight?
Fuck, yeah. Are
you? You owe me a
Yeah, hey.
Where's Jesperson at?
He's got some visitors.
Cool.
He's still in his cell.
He'll be down in a while.
What? How long?
Keith will
come when he comes.
Tell your wife thanks for
the shout-out by the way.
Look at his face.
Apparently, he's up in his cell,
and he will be down in a bit.
- He's not coming.
- You don't know that.
Yes, I do.
Okay, let's go. Come on.
I told you this was a bad idea.
You told me this was a bad idea?
Can we at least save
the fight for the car?
So am I just supposed to pretend
that things haven't gone to shit
ever since you gave your
dad a seat at the table?
You're supposed to pay
attention to our kids
and notice when one of them
has a fucking burner phone.
It's him.
Put it on put
it on Bluetooth.
Uh, your phone's
already connected.
Okay, well, then,
put it on speaker.
- Okay, don't yell at me. Just pull over.
- I
- I'm parking.
- Hello?
I am so sorry that
I missed you two.
Listen, Keith,
we came up here to tell you to
stay away from our daughter.
Or else.
Or else what?
What?
What is it that you
could do to me, Ben?
Keith, I think
that we need to
Keith?!
Well, now, that's rich!
After everything that
I have done for you,
and this is how you treat me?!
Well, I am done with you,
Missy!
Just leave me be!
Melissa.
Melissa?
Melissa.
Hey. Hey.
When are they gonna ship
your dad off to Texas
and prosecute him?
I don't think the DA
is gonna press charges.
How the fuck is that possible?
What are you talking
- Why didn't you tell me that?
- Come on.
Because, there's been
a lot going on, Ben.
You can't just not
prosecute a murder, Melissa.
Well he's in prison
for life either way,
so why do you care?
You're protecting him.
What did you say?
I said that you
are protecting him.
- No, I'm not.
- You are.
After all this,
after he's been talking
to our daughter.
You don't think
that I blame myself
for him talking to
Hazel? Of course I do.
But whether or not
they prosecute him
or they execute him,
I can't control that.
So what are you saying,
then? Are you saying that
Keith is just gonna
do what he's gonna do,
and we're just gonna
throw in the towel,
we're just gonna
let him do that.
No. No, no, what
I'm saying is that
we need to focus on Hazel.
We need to focus on our
daughter, not on Keith.
Okay?
We need to go
upstairs and we need
to tell our little girl she
wants nothing to do with him.
Because you're the perfect
person to teach her that.
I think I should
talk to her alone.
You're too angry.
Yeah, I'm the problem. Right.
That's great.
You know, I've been the
one who has been home,
taking care of our fucking kids
while you've been out on
your little adventure,
pretending you're a
producer when you're really
just a makeup artist who wants
to spend time with her dad.
You want to talk
to her? Go ahead.
So happy ♪
Happy ♪
Oh, so happy ♪
Happy ♪
Oh, oh-oh, oh ♪
So happy ♪
Happy ♪
Oh, oh-oh, oh ♪
So happy ♪
So happy. ♪
Did you need the money you
were making from those drawings
for anything in particular?
Hazel?
I told you, I'm not gonna judge.
I just, I need to know
everything.
It wasn't really about that.
Okay.
What was it about then?
I jus-I just wanted
to know who he was,
where I came from.
I get that. I do.
How often were you guys talking?
Every time he had a
kitchen shift, pretty much.
What would you guys talk about?
I don't know, all
kinds of stuff.
Like what?
Did you know that
kids called him Igor?
He was bullied.
And it wasn't much
better at home.
His dad drank, and
beat him pretty bad.
And then in high school,
he fell off the rope in
gym and hit his head.
He was never the
same after that.
A lot of murderers
have had head injuries.
Jeffrey Dahmer, Richard Ramirez.
He's the Night Stalker.
Yeah.
Um
Hazel, do you see
what all these stories
have in common?
Keith was trying to paint
himself as the victim.
Sweetie
he was grooming you.
- No, he wasn't.
- Yes, he was.
He was trying to
get you on his side.
He was trying to manipulate you.
He was trying to drive us apart.
He never said anything bad
about you, Mom. Not once.
Did he tell you when
I started dating
my boyfriend Brendan,
that he took me to lunch
and asked me if I
knew how to give
a blow job without gagging?
I was younger than you.
- That's not true.
- Yes, it is.
I didn't tell you this before,
but I was assaulted, Hazel.
That's how I got
pregnant when I was 15.
I was raped by my boyfriend.
After I had an abortion,
I felt
so guilty, so alone.
So I went to visit
Keith in jail.
If there was anybody
who wouldn't judge,
it would be him.
How could he?
I just, I needed
somebody to love me
and to forgive me, and
You want to know what he said?
"You're a killer, just like me."
- No, he didn't.
- Yes, he did.
Should I keep going?
Because I can.
I don't want to hear
anymore. You don't know him.
No, you don't know him.
He might seem
interesting and cool,
and he's charming.
He makes you feel special.
Believe me, I get that.
But he's a bad man, Hazel.
And you are never, ever
to speak to him again.
Then why do you
still talk to him?
Because I
had to for Elijah.
But now he's out, and
I am done talking
to him. We all are.
It's not fair. Why
do you get to decide
if you want a relationship
with him, but I don't?
I don't want a
relationship with him.
I don't understand
why nobody gets that.
Because you're lying.
Okay.
How long have you
been standing there?
Long enough.
Max fell asleep.
All that swimming.
I'm not lying, Mom.
You say you don't want
anything to do with him,
but you're still wishing
things were different.
You're wishing he was different.
You know what I wish, Mom?
I wish that I could forget
about Chilliwack and
when I was a little girl
and how much I loved him
and how much he loved us.
Your father never loved us.
Yes, he did. He loved us.
No, not even in Chilliwack.
He didn't.
He tried to kill us all.
Keith?
Keith? Oh.
Oh
Keith?
Shh, shh, shh. Keith?
Keith!
Shh, shh, shh.
It's okay.
Keith?
You need to hear me, Melissa.
You're lying.
Please.
No.
- Those are those are my keys, Missy.
- Mom.
- No, I have to go.
- Mom, where are you going?
- Wait. - Mom.
- Mom, just watch the kids.
- Melissa, wait.
- I have to go, okay?
Holding on ♪
That's what I do ♪
Since I met you ♪
And it won't be long ♪
Would you notice,
if I left you? ♪
- No!
- And it's fine for some ♪
'Cause you're not the one ♪
You're not the one ♪
There ♪
There ♪
There ♪
There ♪
There, there ♪
I can't sleep here ♪
Ooh, so lovely ♪
So lovely, so lovely. ♪
You lost?
Oh, my
I think so.
I
Yeah.
Yeah.
Oh.
I came to say I'm sorry.
For what he did,
or you did?
Both.
Before he did what he did
I thought there was
a little bit of good in him.
I was wrong.
I'm
Good?!
Your father beat
my mother so bad,
half of her face was black.
I had to ID her,
see her like that.
He duct-taped her,
raped her, and strangled her.
And then he put his fist
down on her throat just
to make sure she was dead.
My mother!
For so, so long,
oh, I have dreamt about
doing those things to you.
Come with me.
Buddha, stay.
We are we going?
Hey, what
can I get for you?
Um, can I do a gin and tonic?
Sure.
Thank you.
The next morning,
she still wants more.
Begging me to stay.
Says I'm the best she ever had.
So I say, "Don't tell me.
Tell your girlfriends."
Stay with me ♪
'Cause it's gonna be mine. ♪
Crabs.
You fell into a dark place, huh?
You got that vibe.
More like I was pushed.
By him.
Same as you.
After he killed my mom,
I don't even know what
the fuck happened.
I just ran for years.
- Changed my name.
- To what?
Apollo.
I numbed myself
with a lot of drugs.
I woke up
in different countries.
I didn't give a fuck.
Eventually catches up to you.
How did it catch up with you?
I was down in Mexico
living as Apollo in a motel
with six roofers that
didn't speak any English.
My mom had been gone
for a few years.
One night, the phone rang.
At first, it was just
static, but then
then I heard her.
"Ash."
That's all she said. "Ash."
It was her telling me
to go back to being me,
and to stop running.
I've been Ash ever since.
Wow.
Right.
The pain doesn't go away,
but you learn to live with it,
let it scab over.
Every once in a while,
something gets you,
like you going on TV.
And sometimes it's like
walking into a fucking Walmart.
Oh, my God.
Never go into a Walmart.
Too many happy faces, right?
Fucking everywhere.
But you ran, too.
Got the nice husband,
got the nice house,
got the cute kids.
But you changed your
name, too. You hid.
And now it's catching up to you.
I, um
I
I don't know why I came here.
Yeah, you do.
My dad
tried to kill me
when I was a baby.
I thought there
was a time when
when he wasn't a monster.
There wasn't.
There was never-never a time.
He never loved me.
Okay.
You've been telling
yourself a story
about yourself,
and now, that story's over.
You need to set it down.
And do what?
Figure out your life's purpose.
Oh, great.
You're a survivor.
- Like me.
- No, I'm not a survivor.
You just said that he tried
to kill you, didn't you?
Well
Let's walk.
Are you coming?
Yeah.
Coming.
Another round, Jess.
Coming right up.
You working up the nerve
to ask me to dance?
No.
Then why you been side-eyeing
me all fucking night?
You got a message for Keith?
A message?
You don't think I recognize you?
I know he stood
your ass up today.
Yeah.
What if I wanted to
punish him for that?
This some kind of test?
You're working for Keith?
Gillian?
No. No.
Go home to that hot
wife of yours, okay?
And give her a good one for me.
Fucker.
Fuck.
Fucking idiot.
Fucking
Hey.
I'm Chavez.
You're, uh
Jesperson's son-in-law, right?
Yeah.
Man, you must really
love that wife of yours
to inherit that guy.
Yeah, well,
some days, I'm not so sure
I thought that one through.
So what's with that guy?
What, he does stuff for
Keith? Like, favors?
He does stuff for
anyone who pays him.
Jesus.
Who runs that place,
Jesperson or you guys?
Don't lump me in with Bassett.
I take my job serious.
Jesperson makes me sick.
He murdered all those girls,
and he thinks that we're
there to serve him?
Bring him his fan mail?
He makes all our jobs harder.
Disrupts the power dynamic.
Is there anything you
can do about that?
I heard you talking to Bassett.
Is there something that
you'd like to do about it?
What if I wanted to
give him a beatdown?
Keith isn't the guy
you give a beatdown to.
That's a death wish, my friend.
He's the guy you
either get rid of,
or
you leave alone.
Yeah.
Yeah, as if I could just
get rid of him.
That'd be great.
Lot of shit goes down inside.
Sudden shit.
One inmate shivs
another in the gut.
In the showers,
out on the yard.
Happens every day.
You know?
- To surviving.
- To surviving.
You know, I wish that
I had Jessie's girl ♪
Oh, my God.
I wish that I
had Jessie's girl ♪
I want Jessie's girl ♪
I think I like this place.
My mom used to take me here.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Shirley Temples, free popcorn,
karaoke, hanging
with your cool mom.
What more could you want
out of life as a kid, right?
She was cool, wasn't she?
Mm.
She didn't care about
all the traditional shit.
She just wanted to be free,
live out on the open road,
and experience life.
Fuck all the
capitalist, patriarchal,
you got to achieve XYZ bullshit.
Just live. Be free.
That why you live out of your
van? In honor of her spirit?
- I got to piss.
- Now get ready, folks, because
we got more Karaoke magic coming up.
Up next, we got
another powerhouse
waiting to hit the stage,
so without further ado,
let's give a warm welcome
for our next performer,
get ready to rock!
Well, you're
a real tough cookie ♪
With a long history ♪
Of breaking little
hearts like the one in me ♪
That's okay ♪
Let's see how you do it ♪
Oh, put up your dukes
and get down to it ♪
Come on, Melissa, hit
me with your best shot ♪
Why don't you hit me
with your best shot? ♪
Hit me with your best shot ♪
And fire away ♪
Whoo!
Come on with it, come
on, you don't fight fair ♪
But that's okay ♪
See if I care ♪
Knock me down,
it's all in vain ♪
I get right back
on my feet again ♪
Hit me with your best shot ♪
Come on ♪
Why don't you hit me
with your best shot? ♪
Yeah ♪
Hit me with your best shot ♪
And fire away. ♪
Where have you been?
Hey.
How are the kids?
Fine.
Um
I've had kind of a weird day.
Your mom told me
what she told you.
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
Yeah.
I went to see Ash.
- What are you talking about?
- I know.
But it was, it was good.
It was cathartic.
He forgave me.
And
I need you to forgive me, too.
I've been completely
obsessed with my dad.
Trying to prove him wrong,
then proving him right,
trying to prove that
I'm not like him,
and I'm just so
fucking exhausted.
I can't do it
anymore. I'm done.
You said that before.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry. I'm
sorry about earlier.
I'm sorry. I
I'm sorry I
About earlier, I'm sorry
I let him get to Hazel.
- I'm sorry about
- Hey, hey. It's okay.
I'm sorry, too.
Hey, where did you go tonight?
Just went to the bar
and had a couple drinks.
Mm.
Well, that's understandable.
Hey.
You need to promise me
that we are done with him.
I'm serious.
I can't do this anymore.
I promise.
I'm done.
- What the fuck?
- Hmm?
It's a drawing from my dad.
Um
It's this guy named Bob
that I met in Texas.
He works in the
evidence warehouse.
He's the one that destroyed
Elijah's evidence box.
Okay. So?
So why did he draw this?
How does he even know
what he looks like?
Why does it say, "Gotcha"?
Come on.
Oh, my God.
- Melissa.
- Oh, my God.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I have to go talk to this guy.
- I-I have to go.
- Come on.
- I have to go.
- Are you kidding?
- I have to figure out why he's connected to my dad.
- Melissa.
Oh, my God.
Ben, I didn't tell you this before, but, um
Um
Okay, Gillian is
connected to Joyce.
They've been communicating,
and Joyce is actually
the one
She's the one that carved
the happy face into the tree.
Melissa, please stop.
Just stop. I don't care.
No, but I-I do care.
I have to care.
What was last night? I
thought we were done with him?
No, I am done with him.
This is about Denise.
I have to get her some answers.
I have to do this for her.
Do not pretend this
is about some woman
that you barely know. Come on.
You have to see that
he is manipulating you.
He sent that photo to get
your attention, to get
a reaction out of you,
- and look at you.
- I have to go help
Wake up!
Be a mom! You have
two kids! Be here!
Do your job! Be a fucking mom!
That was a mean thing to say.
Do you not see that I
can't do this anymore?
Do you not see that?
Do you not get that?
We're fucking falling apart.
I see that.
I'm sorry.
Don't be surprised if
things are different
when you come home.
Tell us how you're
feeling today, Elijah.
- Well, it-it still don't feel real.
- Mm.
I mean, I'm free
and I got my name cleared
and I got my sis here.
So, I'm doing all right.
You must be in shock.
I mean, I'm in shock.
Everything
is just loud and fast
- and
- Mm-hmm.
It feels like there's this
little man inside my head,
and he's controlling my brain
and my arms, my legs,
my thoughts. Mm.
But he don't always know
exactly what button to press,
you know?
I keep telling him, you
know, just give it time.
Exactly. It's
been, what, a week?
Yeah, I know. I know.
So, Elijah, I-I-I, you know,
I have to ask you this, but
What about what about anger?
Are you angry, Elijah?
You'd be perfectly
within your rights to be.
Yeah, of course.
I'm angry.
I lost years of my life and
decades and dreams
and-and for what?
I mean
But
You know, I'm g
- I'm grateful, and I'm happy to be here.
- Mm.
- Oh, but nothing can change that.
- Yeah.
This nightmare is over, and
our lives can begin again.
- Right. Right.
- Yeah.
Okay.
Dad?
Hey.
I was just grabbing
your laundry.
You want to order pizza tonight?
Sure.
Hi, Bob.
Remember me?
Where did you come from?
I followed you here from
the evidence warehouse.
I need you to tell me
when you first
started connecting
with Keith Jesperson.
- I don't know the man.
- Really?
Oh, well, he knows you.
He, um
He drew this picture of you.
Christ Almighty.
- Yeah.
- Oh, fuck me.
Did my father have you destroy
the evidence in Elijah's case?
What? No, no, I-I never spoke
to your daddy a day in my life.
So it was Callaway
then, he made the call?
No. Callaway's a dick,
but he's not straight corrupt.
So either you tell me
or you tell the cops,
who I'm gonna call in two
seconds.
All right, I am
calling them now, Bob.
Stop.
No one
was supposed to care.
That box sat there for decades.
No one cared for years.
It was her daughter.
Whose daughter?
Who do you think? Heather's.
She showed up at the warehouse
one day, just hysterical.
Something about a necklace in
a box that belonged to her mama
and all she wanted to do was
wear it on her wedding day.
She was leaving that
day to go get married,
and she couldn't walk down the
aisle without her mom, so
I felt sorry for her.
I said, "Look, I can't
go in the box myself,
"but I'll be in the back
and I can't control what
happens while I'm gone, so"
Bob,
Heather didn't have a daughter.
You let a complete stranger
touch evidence from
an active case.
It-it wasn't active.
This was weeks before
y'all went on the TV
and the whole thing became news.
She went in and out.
I didn't think
anything else of it
until this whole mess started.
That's when I went and looked in
the box and realized it wasn't
just a necklace she took.
What else did she take, Bob?
Oh, fuck me.
The bloody dress.
That's when I started to panic.
I don't know what's going
on, but I know it's not good.
The best I could come up
with is just throw the box
into the next purge and pray
no one comes looking for me.
Shit, shit, shit.
Who was she?
Did she work for your dad?
I-I
can't go to prison.
Just calm down.
- Calm down.
- What do I do?
Keep your mouth shut.
Okay.
Just act normal, like
nothing happened.
Drink your milkshake.
'Kay.
Bye, Bob!
Bye.
Can I ask you a follow-up
question about trace DNA?
Trace
DNA, like what's
on the wrench, is certainly
enough to identify whose it is.
It's just it's
just a smaller amount.
Is there any way that
you can transfer the DNA?
Yes. That is possible, too.
Theoretically, could
you transfer DNA,
uh, from something 30 years old?
For example, a victim's
dress covered in dried blood.
Would it be possible
to somehow transfer DNA
from that dress to
an object like the wrench and
still get a positive match?
Yes, actually.
Our tests are incredibly
sensitive now.
You could theoretically wrap
the dress around the object,
rub it on there, leave it
for some portion of time.
You'd very likely
be able to retrieve
that DNA from the
wrench later on.
Thank you, Dr. Chin.
Um, I'll talk to you soon.
Okay. Sure.
Oh, my God.
I-I can already tell
that is one lucky
little girl in there
Mm.
to have you two as parents.
Um, sorry.
I got to go pee again.
I'll be right back.
All right.
This going how you hoped?
No. Uh, no expectations.
J-Just-just here
to support Melissa.
Mm. Oh, like I said,
I really appreciate
you taking such
good care of her.
She makes it easy.
You can have them now.
My Jesperson girls.
But just know
that I can take them away
from you anytime that I want.
And when I decide to take them,
Ben
there won't be a damn
thing you can do about it.
Hey. Wh-What are
what are you doing here?
My father didn't kill Heather.
What?
I'll explain everything
in a minute, but
if you take away
the tree carving
and you take away the wrench,
- what is left?
- Wait, wait, wait, wait. Take away the wrench?
- What do you
- He faked the DNA.
And without that,
what's left, Ivy?
The guitar pick.
The guitar pick means nothing.
So my father's one of
a million truck drivers
who went to Whiskey River at
one point in his life? Great.
I am the one who tied
it to the timeline,
and I don't trust
my memory anymore.
Okay, well, he said Heather
smelled like grapefruit.
There was a picture of
her grapefruit spray
on Joyce's board,
and Gillian would've seen it.
His timeline has been irking me
ever since we found
out she was at Ziggy's.
But then why lie?
Why do all this?
How many times have I talked
to him in the last month
versus the last 30 years?
Well, Elijah for
sure didn't do it.
I know.
Someone else did.
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