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You two have had enough?
Of this bottle.
- I've got another one inside. - Don't forget a corkscrew.
Got it.
Be right ba-ck!
- I'm gonna miss this sky. - I'm gonna miss fishing in the pond.
How come you never told me how bad I screwed up?
- It's my fault we got to sell the farm. - Figured you already knew that.
- Think she'll ever forgive me? - Maybe 5, 10 years.
You?
Got it.
Uh, when you want to go over this list for the auction, babe?
Never, ever, ever!
Two words--
Time capsule.
Remember?
We got your dad's old tackle box and put in our most precious mentos?
Precious mementos? I think I put gum and a marble in it.
No, you didn't! You put in a love letter you wrote to your future husband in it!
- We buried it over by Indian oak tree. - No. Up near cripple creek.
- I don't think so. - What do you care about that thing?
It was so long ago, it's disintegrated by now.
Okay!
Whoo!
Okay.
It's over there. Let's go this way!
- No, this way! - No, no!
No tha-- that way!
Aah!
Oh, Lord help me.
Whoo!
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
-= presents =- -= Saving Grace =-
-= S03E03 =- -= "Watch Siggybaby Burn" =-
-= Timecodes by gius =-
- What's with the big shit-eating grin? - Oh, I just like seeing you here, that's all.
Is that old spice you got on?
Hey.
- Did you see that? - She does it a lot.
Mm, the human body.
You know, whenever I meet folks who don't believe in god, I tell them to take an anatomy class.
I mean, look at the small intestine, the way it folds and loops.
Laid out straight, measures four times your own height.
All right there.
So, according to you, proof of god...
exists in the small intestine?
And a baby's laugh.
What would we see if we hooked you up to one of those machines?
Well, some triangles, maybe even a few rhomboids.
Got to go. Got an important date.
Bradford, McCoy, or Tebow--
Who's gonna win the Heisman this year?
Yeah?
Just got to a crime scene. Bomb went off.
A bomb?
What's the address?
Paramedics took the injured victim to blessed heart. He was alert and conscious.
He's gonna need stitches. Maybe a few cracked ribs.
He'll be sore for a few days, but he's fine.
- What's the address? - St. Dominic's.
Your brother Johnny was hurt, Grace, but he's okay. H- here's Rhetta.
Johnny's okay, Grace. I saw him. I talked to him. Here's Ham.
- You want to go to Blessed Heart. - I'm at Blessed Heart.
The seat of the blast is in this area.
Statue of the blessed mother was right there.
About a pound of TNT. Won't know the sophistication until I spend some time with it.
- Oh, watch where you step. - How many bodies are there?
Not sure, but I think one.
Male, by the type of shoes and watch worn.
Is he our bomber?
Well, he was either holding the device or right on top of it.
What happened? You give that sermon on birth control again?
Jesus, Johnny...
You really got hurt.
Ow! You did that on purpose!
- Tell me what happened. - A bomb went off.
Before the bomb went off. Did you say mass this morning?
- Are you handling this case? - Yeah. What?!
Yes, I said mass. I changed. I was walking to the confessional, and the world exploded. I--
- Was anyone else hurt? - I'm gonna need the names of everyone at mass.
- Who was there for confession? - Uh, Mrs. Reinauer,
uh, Mildred and Tim Rivers, uh-- Oh, and Louise Gallagher.
- They're all fine. Anyone else. - No.
Anybody pissed off at you, at the church?
Somebody's always pissed off about something. But enough to set off a bomb? No.
Hey, Grace, don't get all gung ho thinking you're gonna be able...
- to march into my church-- - What the hell? I don't matter?
You couldn't call and let me know family's in the hospital?
Damn, you look like shit.
- Well, nice to see you, too. - Tell your brother to let me do my job!
Grace,
it's a little early for all that "dirty harry" shit.
My brother won't stop being a priest for two seconds, you know.
- He wants to go back to work! - Does he have any idea who did this?
There's a few troubled men in his veterans group,
and he's convinced Mrs. Goodson is trying to poison him with her pies.
What about the whole, you know, priest-client confessional thing?
I mean, he could know something and not say anything.
I asked him. He said "no".
Last time his car broke down, you know, I gave him a ride home.
There was this doped-up, pissed-off kid sitting on his doorstep. Parents just kicked him out.
Another time, this lady says Johnny's the Father of her baby.
Johnny gave DNA. He wasn't. She was nuts.
But being a priest, man, you know, it's-- it's tough.
Does Johnny have an assistant priest we can talk to?
The only person...
who knows the church-- And Johnny, for that matter-- Better than he does...
is Lita Mae, his secretary. We-- we got her coming in.
Three weeks ago, Christ The King was robbed. Two weeks ago, Epiphany was vandalized.
Churches get robbed and vandalized all the time, not bombed.
Henry located our victim's jaw.
Caucasian, 45 to 55 years old.
He's sending out for dental records.
And fingerprints for I.D. Guy had on a wedding ring.
He was a marine.
I've been on the phone with all the saints this morning--
Andrew, Eugene, Francis. Everybody's worried they're gonna be next.
Tell them to lock their church at night. I mean, your brother keeps St. Dominic open 24 hours.
Or that we're working around the clock, and we're confident we will soon make an arrest.
Boys wanted to shake down a cardinal. Let me know if you run into any bullshit.
Is this about Johnny or the church?
- What's your gut say? - Johnny.
Dump my brother's phone.
I need to get back to my office.
I can't believe a bomb went off at St. Dominic's.
Meemaw's gonna freak.
Meemaw and Aunt Paige are on a cruise.
They don't know.
I found the church directory...
And a survey map of the farm.
The time capsule is either here or here. What do you think?
- Oh, my god, what's wrong? - Need you to sign this.
Stella needs it today, or she's not gonna be ready.
Anyone need a combine?! Auction starts Friday at noon!
Excuse us.
Is Mrs. Rodriguez okay?
She probably feels better now.
- What took you so long?! - Came as quick as I could.
I told him...
"No panel truck"!
Panel truck ends up on the list!
My granddad's truck!
Can't sleep!
Up all night,
thinking about the time capsule! I can't find it anywhere, Grace!
I'm not selling that farm until I find the time capsule!
What is happening?!
My church is bombed!
A man's body splattered all over the place!
That's no way for a human to die!
No holy cow.
Poor holy cow...
All alone on O'Connors' farm.
I'm so mad at Ronnie.
Tell me what-- What I can do. Want me to kick the shit out of him?
What about me? I let him handle the finances, 'cause I hate it.
- It's my fault, too. - Oh, baby.
Is he still here?! I don't want to see him!
He's not here, he's not here. I sent him home.
Mae answered when I called last night.
She talked for five minutes about how excited...
she was to be moving into an apartment with a pool and jacuzzi.
- When is my official whing period over? - Whenever you want.
Moving into a nice apartment, family's healthy, job I love,
and I'm below 170.
170?
Take till the end of the day.
Okay, I'm gonna get back to work.
Uh, you...
- Know who our victim is yet? - Not yet.
You probably know him, huh?
Trying times.
A lot of folks dealing.
When I was little, I used to dream about having a money tree in the backyard.
You planted a dollar bill once.
I even watered it.
- Johnny told me I was being ridiculous. - Then you tripped him.
He had to have three stitches in his chin.
- Now, Paige, on the other hand-- - She's ridiculous.
- That's some shirt. - Thanks. Got it in Brazil.
I got married, baptized my kids,
buried my parents at St. Dominic's. I'll be buried at St. Dominic's.
If I knew who did this, you'd know who did this.
- How long have you worked for Father John? - Five years.
Any... grievances against him and the church recently?
No and no.
Uh, he ministers from 5:00 a.m. to midnight every day, never complains.
- The man's a saint. - Lita Mae...
Do you and Father John travel together?
A bunch of us do. Rome, the Holy Land, Mexico.
This year, we're going to Assisi.
- Does your husband go with you? - Uh, no.
Father John says mass every morning at 7:00.
On Monday and Wednesday, hears confession at 8:00.
- He usually start on time? - I make sure of it.
But this morning, he was running about 15 minutes late.
He says you always help him at mass, but you weren't there this morning-- how come?
- I took some personal time. - To do what?
D- deal with something personal.
Petey, come on, we just paid $700 to fix it.
Get... off... the... phone.
No, the air coming out is not cold.
Mrs. Bernardi is fanning herself so hard I'm afraid she's gonna levitate, so...
Thank you.
Who's Susie Baumgartner, and why is she suing you for $10 million?
10 children.
I told her god would provide.
She says he's not.
What?
Can't you just ask your angel who did this?
I mean, he's got to be upset someone bombed a church.
- Does he help you solve crimes? - No.
He doesn't.
All right.
- Listen, I got to go. It's been a long day. - You're not going home. You're staying with me.
- No, I'm not! I need silence. - I got silence at my house.
Don't be ridiculous, Grace. Come on.
Why do you always get like this when you can't have your way?
My husband is--
Father John?
Father John!
Where's Nat? Tell me he's okay.
Well, he was going to, uh, going to mass.
Then we were gonna maybe meet for lunch.
He took my rosary beads today--
The ones that were blessed by the pope.
- Can I still get them back? - I'll ask the Detectives.
Why didn't the blessed mother protect him?
Why?
Death is one of the great mysteries of our faith, Sally.
I'm not sure we're supposed to understand.
Well, I don't want to hear that. I just want to see my husband...
walk through that door right now, just telling one of his corny jokes.
- Her husband's not our bomber. - No, he was in Johnny's veterans group.
Nat Meeker went to mass every day to pray for his son in Iraq.
- Today he decided to plant a bomb? - Well, he was on meds for depression.
A couple guys in the group said he and Johnny got into it a few times.
Hey, uh...
According to phone records, Johnny and Lita Mae talked almost every night around midnight.
She's his secretary.
His married secretary who he talks to in the wee hours of the night.
Supper's ready!
Hey, is my cellphone out there?
No.
You want wine or ice tea?
Wine-- a gallon!
- Finding everything you need? - Everything but my cellphone.
Hope you're hungry.
I made it with chilies.
- You still like chilies? - I have always loved your spaghetti.
Where's the parmesan?
Got to talk about your secretary.
You say the blessing with me?
Bless us, o Lord, and these, thy gifts, which we are about to receive from thy bounty,
through Christ our Lord. Amen.
Lita Mae's son-- You ever met him?
- Sure, I met Mark. - Before or after he went to prison?
Before and after.
Name of the guy sitting on your doorstep when I dropped you off that time-- His name was Mark.
You hear that?
Is that my phone?
Who's that? Lita Mae?
- If you knew who was calling, why did you ask? - I know you're not having an affair with her.
- So what's going on? - What? I think I'm insulted.
She calls you at midnight. You talk for hours sometimes. Or maybe it's her son calling you.
- You get my phone records? - Yeah.
I'm checking out your entire flock.
I'm not hungry anymore.
It could be Lita Mae's enraged, jealous husband or her psycho son coming after you!
Johnny.
Johnny, it's okay. I got you.
Damn it!
I busted my stitches!
- No one followed me home. - You sure?
- Yes. - Thanks, Rhetta.
- You should go to the hospital and get this checked. - Did you tell anyone you were staying here?
- Just Lita Mae, my secretary. - God damn it. I told you not to tell anyone!
You think I say this shit just to hear myself talk?
Grace, if people need me, I have to be reachable.
- Want me to bring in Lita Mae's husband? - He think you were banging his wife?
No.
- What do you talk about every night? - It has nothing to do with this.
Bring him in. Her son, too.
Looks like a 9-millimeter semiautomatic.
Three neighbors heard a motorcycle take off after the shots were fired.
So did I.
Who do you know has a motorcycle?
Okay, we'll see if Lita Mae's husband or son owns a motorcycle and a handgun.
Yes, I ride a bike, and I own a 9-millimeter.
I've never done anything illegal with either one of them.
Where's the gun?
Locked in my gun safe.
Keith, we appreciate you coming down in the middle of the night.
Someone's trying to hurt Father John,
and Lita Mae and I are just trying to help.
I don't understand why you're treating us like suspects.
- Where were you two hours ago? - Home--
With my family...
And my gun and my bike.
- Where was your son Mark? - Colorado would be my guess.
- You kicked him out. - Tough love.
Before we knocked on your door, we checked your bike.
It was warm. Why was it warm if you were home?
Because three hours ago, we were at Cattlemen's having a steak.
I don't know what I'm doing here. I'm going home.
Your wife calls Father John every night,
talks for hours.
- She's his secretary. - Not that much business to take care of--
Not at midnight.
Lita Mae doesn't call Father John.
I do.
You need to know why.
Yeah.
I want to become...
the person that I am supposed to be...
...which is a woman.
And I need to know that I am still a child of god.
Father John helps me with that.
What gives?
You been having martinis without me? You got a blood alcohol level of .12!
They're gonna come in here and take more blood. You want to fill me in?
Well, I-- whenever you're ready, I'm all ears.
- Hey. - How's it going?
Everything's cool.
Thanks for doing this, you know.
It's been 20 years since I heard Johnny say mass. I- I hate to break that record.
Yeah, you got to sit, kneel, stand-- Man, I don't get it.
I didn't, either.
I'll see you back at the office.
Lita Mae's husband gave us his handgun. My guess is we're not gonna have a match.
- What about the son? - Mark is in jail in Lubbock.
Got pulled over for speeding. Had two pounds of pot in his car.
- Do you have a number where I can reach Mark? - We can get that for you.
Just give us a chance to, uh, contact his parents. Deal?
What do O.U. And pot have in common?
They both get smoked in bowls.
What happens to a Texas fan when he takes Viagra?
He gets taller.
Johnny, I'm gonna be out most of the day. Why don't you use my office?
Let me get you set up.
- That was all right. - Yo, yo, yo, yo.
I found two guys in McAlester with similar signatures to our bomber.
One of them bombed a stem-cell research lab.
- I think our bomber is a southpaw. - How can you tell?
The wires connecting the battery to the blasting caps...
were twisted counterclockwise.
Someone right-handed would find that motion awkward.
And I found out how it was brought in--
Flowerpot.
See, there's major scorching right here--
More than on any other piece of debris I found, except for this.
Trigger was connected to the card.
- Someone pulled it out, bomb went off. - Exactly-- Trigger was released,
battery ignited the blasting cap, which detonated the explosives.
If you know it'll detonate with any jarring movement--
- Don't move it. - Unless you want to die.
- No indication of that from Nat Meeker. - Well, maybe he didn't know it was a bomb.
- Sorry. - No, no, you're right.
I mean, he went to mass. He must have been leaving. Maybe someone gave it to him.
He carried it inside, placed it in front of the Mary statue. I mean, you guys do that, right?
Yes, we do, all the time!
Bomb squad says it's homemade, each piece available at any hardware store.
We've got another Hanadarko in danger. OCFB responded to a burning vehicle.
It was an Ambush. They came under sniper fire.
Ohh! Easy, bug.
It's not that bad.
All right, shot bounced off the truck.
Debris flew up, and it just scratched my cornea.
- You get a look at the shooter? - No.
But it seemed like it came from up there.
You see anything?
Anybody see the shooter?!
How 'bout a motorcycle?
No? No one?
Somebody shoots at you in broad daylight, nobody sees anything?!
What kind of shit is that?! How can that be?!
- Grace! - You could have been killed, Leo!
- Do you understand that? - Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
It's okay, it's okay. He's okay.
So is Johnny. They're okay. You got to chill, Grace.
You got to chill.
Hey, come on.
It's okay.
Is somebody coming after my family?
Look, Johnny and Leo got DNA and a last name in common.
- That's it, right? - And me!
You all right?
You're all right.
Come on.
Hello? Joe, you got to call me back. This is the third message I've left.
- Did somebody pick up Clay? - He's already in the building.
Things have changed since yesterday. You got to call back, man!
- You okay? What happened to your eye? - No, I'm fine. Calm down.
- It's just-- just a scratch. - Did anybody get ahold of my other brother?
I just talked to Jimmy. He said he's pulling rifles out of the gun case.
Sounds like Jimmy.
Bullet was fired from the same gun that shot out your windows.
Hey, Aunt Grace, these are for you.
Clay, freeze. Stop.
Stay exactly where you are. Don't move, okay?
I'm gonna put my hands over your hands.
Do not move your hands.
There may be a bomb in here.
So everybody else can leave.
You and me gonna stay.
Let the bomb squad get us out of this.
Okay?
Get everybody out.
Ham...
You need to get everyone out of the building.
Let's go. Everyone, calm and quiet.
Everyone, out.
Clay, we may be dealing with an action switch,
so if you let go, it may set the bomb off. Even the slightest change could set it off, okay?
You're doing so great...
man.
You been working out?
- A little bit. - Lifting weights?
- Am I gonna die? - No.
We could die.
I got sideline passes to O.U.'s first home game. You and me are gonna be there.
You got to-- You got to-- You got to get used to that field, right?
You're gonna play on it one day, especially if you keep lifting weights.
Now, the x-rays show sticks of dynamite, wires,
no blasting cap, and I don't see a battery.
Aunt Grace, I don't think I can hold this much longer.
Clay...
You know that door...
Over there?
That door is your Marker.
On the count of 3...
Make a run for it.
Ready?
1...
2...
3.
I want to double-check. I want to make sure every Hanadarko is being covered.
- What do you have, Dow? - Well, the explosives,
the trigger, manner of construction appears to be the same as the bomb at St. Dominic's.
- Down to the flower. - Yeah, well, the only difference is,
he left out the detonator, and that's how he got through that metal detector.
This time...
He packed a note.
"Officer Hanadarko..
Now you know how it feels."
I should have asked who he was when he gave me the flower.
Hey, come on, you know,
I would have done the same thing. Here's where you can help us.
What did he look like?
I don't remember.
That's cool.
Tell me about your day.
- What'd you have for breakfast? - Pancakes, sausage, and chocolate milk.
Individual carton? Oh, I love those.
- Karen put another note in your locker? - Yeah, it was, like, the fourth one.
Hey, she likes you, man.
- So, what, Paco pick you up after P.E., right? - Yes.
- Came straight here. - Then what'd you do?
Checked out the new gas chromatograph/mass spectrometer in the forensic lab.
That's cool.
Then where'd you go?
I wanted twizzlers, and they don't have them in the vending machine here.
- Yeah. - So...
I went across the street to the store. I was only gone a second.
That's okay.
Anything happen on the way back?
I'd just crossed the light-- Ran it 'cause it was yellow--
And this guy pulled up on a motorcycle.
He said, "Clay, mind bringing this up to your Aunt?"
He called you... by name?
Yes, ma'am.
What kind of bike was it?
Ducati GT1000...
Black...
new.
He was wearing a helmet, so I couldn't see his face.
But when I got close, I saw he had dark hair.
He wasn't that tall, but he looked strong.
His pants had lots of pockets...
And a black sweatshirt.
Nice work, Detective.
Let's take you home.
- "Now you know how it feels." - How what feels? To lose someone you love?
- He didn't kill them. - He killed Nat Meeker, man.
Maybe that was a mistake, you know?
Johnny was late for confession. If he'd have been on time,
he'd have been inside the confessional and wouldn't have been injured at all.
Leo was wide-open, and still the shot missed.
Wild shots through Grace's window, dummy bomb.
- All right, so how it feels to be terrorized. - The psychopath who told Grace...
he would suck her brain through her nose with a straw?
The guy who drowned his daughters and wrote Grace a love letter?
No, listen to me-- We got to stay focused on Grace's early years on the force.
They key word here is "Officer". We're talking about, what, may '86 to march '92.
Grace keeps in touch with some of the people she's busted.
This one girl-- she kept her clean long enough to have a baby. Baby's 22 now.
Grace went to his graduation, but mom shows up high on meth, pulls a gun on Grace.
- Shit, when was this? - What's her name?
Grace calls her La. It was a couple months ago.
- Grace gave us a list of names. - La's not even on it.
- I think we start with parolees. - Or people she testified again St. - Psychopaths.
- Stalkers, man. - Stop. Stop! I ca--
I can't hear myself think!
Split the list.
Bobby and butch, I also want you to go over Grace's complaints. I've got a--
I've got a file in my office. Ham, I want you to put together a list of Grace's...
most recent arrests that have been paroled. Rhetta...
get to work on that dummy bomb. Maybe our guy got sloppy enough for something useful.
- What about tonight? - I want one of us at every location.
Ham, you've got Grace and Johnny.
Butch, Doug and Clay. Bobby, Buck and the kids.
I've got Leo and his girls.
Come on, Gus. Come on, let's go, Gus.
Please come inside.
I want to be out here, see who's coming.
- Hey, you go through your old log books yet? - Yeah,
I got a few ideas, you know, but nothing feels right yet.
Excuse me, Grace.
Hey, put some clothes on, would you? I mean, you're blinding me!
Priests and bats, man.
- When's the last time you saw the sun? - May I have some coffee?
- Yes. - Thank you.
You were amazing... Yesterday.
I want to say "thank you".
I-- I just want to say "I'm sorry".
- All this is happening because of me, you know. - Some crazy, vengeful person...
blames you for their mistakes. You-- you have nothing to apologize for.
All right. I'm gonna...
say my morning prayers.
Well, aren't you brazen? Johnny!
He won't hear you.
Your sound waves are bouncing off a canyon wall in Costa Rica.
What's going on with you and coma girl? Blood-alcohol content,
the umbrella, the ridiculous t-shirt
you had on the other-- What kind of spiritual adventure are you taking her on?
Well, one that's got a layover in Oklahoma City, looks like.
Come on, throw me a bone. Tell me something about her.
Her favorite drink's a Mai Tai.
- Morning. - How's Clay?
Seems okay.
- I was so scared. - I almost wet myself.
Whole time, I kept thinking, "who hates me this much?
I mean, someone really hates me." Had to be honest. Probably a lot of people.
- Comes with the job. - I wasn't talking about on the job.
The person doing this is someone you arrested.
Chose a pretty flower, at least.
Well, it's kind of a flower of hate.
- Of course it is. - It's a Phalaenopsis Orchid.
People liken it to the magical mainland flower from the Chinese myth about the two sisters.
When one sister gets married, the other uses the powers of the flower...
to turn into a wolf and attack her!
We study that in school--
- Sister Phineon's science class? - Seems familiar.
All I remember about Sister Phineon is her...
falling asleep behind the projector every afternoon.
Shit.
What?
This guy.
When I was on patrol-- Shit.
Vietnamese guy, owned a doughnut shop.
Phan-- Pha-- Phan-- Phan-- Eric Phan.
He gave me this flower.
Why would he hate you?
When he gave it to me, it was my birthday.
He told me I kept him safe.
Shit.
And I couldn't.
- Grace thinks she's got a solid lead? - Eric Phan.
He owned a doughnut shop. Grace got her coffee there every morning.
Place had multiple robberies, vandalism.
Cops would arrest someone. Next week, someone else would be back harassing Phan.
- Sounds like he was the victim of a hate crime. - Uh, Grace tried to help him,
tried to relocate him. But Christmas '91,
Phan flips out. Shoots and kills a 16-year-old kid mouthing off to him.
He spent 18 years in prison. Got out three weeks ago.
So let me get this straight. Phan owns a business in a shitty area.
Grace tries to relocate him, but he refuses to move,
and he ends up killing a kid for being a smartass?
Yeah, Grace said his family lived in terror. His wife and 3-year-old son--
They lived over the doughnut shop.
She and Ham talked to Eric Phan's parole Officer. Wife is dead. He's staying in shelters.
- They're making the rounds, looking for him. - So, who's in there?
Eric Phan's 21-year-old son, Jesse Phan.
Busted a couple of times-- Piddly-ass misdemeanor shit,
but he just got convicted of selling dope. Starts serving his sentence in two weeks.
So they could both have an ax to grind. Go find out.
Somebody gonna tell me what this is about?
Where were you yesterday at noon?
With my girlfriend, getting laid.
It's kind of ironic,
you going into prison right when your dad gets out.
You know what "ironic" means?
What does Eric Phan have to do with anything?
You were 3 when he went to prison.
So what?
I was 8 when my dad went in.
I know it's tough, Jesse.
You turned out okay. You didn't start selling dope.
- Jesse, you been in touch with your dad? - No.
- Ever visit him in prison? - No.
- He call you since he's been out? - No.
Okay, Jesse, let's cut the bullshit.
He called you every day until four days ago.
Same day someone delivered a bomb to St. Dominic's.
Bullshit. Bomb-- What are you talking about?
Yeah, Eric Phan called me. I never talked to him.
We lost everything 'cause of what he did-- Our house, business, our honor.
My mother lost her life working two jobs. Even sick, she worked two jobs!
I hate Eric Phan.
He doesn't exist to me.
You want to prove that?
How many O.U. Grads did you find in the city's homeless shelters?
Ever since you got engaged, you're way too happy, man.
- You remember much about this guy? - High-strung, yeah.
Everybody out to get him.
And he was right, you know.
People didn't like the Vietnamese moving into their community back then.
He brought a lot of shit on himself, too, always screaming at people, you know.
Here he is.
Hi, son.
I can't believe it's you.
It's me.
Last time I saw you, you were 3,
pulling on my leg...
Crying.
I missed your whole life.
Eric Phan.
Grace Hanadarko.
But I got a hunch you remember me.
You turned me into the person who betrayed our family?!
Please, son!
I'm not your son.
- I actually thought we were friends. - Friend who ruined my life!
I tried to help you.
You did nothing to stop what was going on-- nothing!
How many times did people come into my shop, write on my walls, and piss on my door?
How many times?! You did nothing!
I protected you best I could under the law.
How'd it feel, huh? Were you scared?
Could you sleep at night, knowing your family was in danger?
You are a pathetic cop.
You want to blame me... For all your mistakes?
Fine.
Come and get me.
Uncuff him.
You're a real piece of shit.
That's for Nat Meeker.
That's for my brothers.
That's for my nephew.
Recovered all but two beads.
You serious?
These were blessed by the pope.
How you doing?
- Okay. How are you doing? - Okay.
- Auction's tomorrow. - Want me to come?
- What do you think? - See you tomorrow.
I have a surprise for you.
The time capsule! You found it!
Ronnie found it.
Ready to open it?
No!
We said we'd wait 50 years! That's 2026!
Oh!
I want to open it now!
Of course.
This is all your stuff.
Where's my stuff?
Grace, where are all my things?
"Ha ha, I'll still be mad at you in 50 years. Grace Hanadarko."
Oh, no.
No.
- You did not. - We were 10!
You threw away all of my things?!
Look what we have here.
Siggybaby!
Look at her little doll face!
Did you miss Siggybaby?!
We're gonna chip in and buy your grandpa's panel truck--
All of us-- It's a surprise! Ha!
Rhetta, don't!
Watch Siggybaby burn!
Resync: Xenzai[NEF]