- Ready? - Yes, yes, yes!
- Cootie catcher! - Cootie catcher knows all.
He's so cute. Oh, my gosh.
Play cootie catcher. One, two, three.
- Pick a color. - Green.
G-R-E-E-N.
- Pick another color. - Red.
Neely went to Harvard University in 2008.
- Harvard? What about LSU? - My cootie catcher's never wrong.
- One, two, three. - Blue.
B-L-U-E.
Yellow.
Neely is worth $2,600,000.
How about cootie catcher tell me everything at once?
"Born in New Orleans 12/11/91.
Only child. Parents deceased 2008."
Would you like to dance?
Cootie catcher says, "Why not?"
Feel like shaking a leg?
How do you know I'm not gonna tell Rhetta you're here?
Well, just your good judgment...
and my better-than-average dance moves.
Busy the next couple days?
- Got to work. Why? - Well, you and me got work to do.
You got to find Neely.
I did. I gave her my number.
She knows exactly how to get ahold of me.
Tomorrow, Grace. You got to find her tomorrow.
Excuse me.
- I'm having coffee with Paul. - Why?
- He asked me out for coffee. - When?
Now. And I'm gonna go.
- Rhetta, are you sure? - Yeah, he's really nice.
Okay, pick a place. Meet him there in half an hour.
I'm fine. If I need you, I have a phone. I'll call.
- If you need me, it's too late. - I'll see you in the morning.
- You been drinking tonight? - No--
Half a beer. I'm not drunk.
- Step out of the truck, sir. - Ma'am, he is not at all impaired.
I'm a criminalist with O.C.P.D.
He's a paramedic. We both serve the public just like you.
That's nice.
Step over here, sir.
Stand on your left leg only, please, sir.
Place both feet together. Tip your head back, look at the sky.
All the way back. Arms out.
Touch your nose.
Now...
Place both hands behind your back.
- Can I give her my keys? - No, your truck's gonna be impounded.
You have a phone, ma'am? I suggest you call a cab.
You want to date? We can talk about that.
But you're gonna be in control, armed, and smart. Get in.
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So it's all about the closest weapon to the closest target.
Left elbow to left eye, right elbow to right eye.
- To create some distance. - Now you mule-kick him in the balls.
Leg up, bend your knee, kick straight back.
- Ruthless! - Ruthless!
- Okay, now what? - Okay, now you reach for your gun.
- Gun? Are you crazy? - Take aim, pull the trigger, call it a day.
Ham, give us a moment.
- Was Ham acting like Ham to you? - No, Grace...
why are you obsessing over me...
when clearly Earl is still obsessed with you finding Neely?
You got into the vehicle of a man you didn't know.
- His name is Paul, and he's a paramedic. - You know Paul's last name?
You sure he's a paramedic? Ever see him at a crime scene?
He's seen you.
Men will say whatever they think will get you in their car, and then they hack your head off.
Oh, don't--
Hey, Grace, we got to get to the hospital--
A friend of the mayor's. Perry wants you and Butch at the crime scene.
Medical examiner said this much blood, this pattern--
Artery must have been severed. Said it would spew like Vesuvius.
And it wouldn't take long for him to bleed out. Maybe a couple minutes.
- Where's Bobby? - Um, Marissa's getting some minor surgery.
He's taking a couple days. Bleeder made it out the door.
He had someone helping him.
I nicked his right carotid artery. I think I killed the guy.
- Let's take it step-by-step. - Okay.
- What time was it? - Uh, 4:04.
Uh, I remember the clock. Um...
I was asleep, and I, uh, heard noises--
The door downstairs.
So, uh, I picked up this doorstop...
this metal rooster.
- You wanted something heavy. - Yeah, well, next time, I want a gun.
- So, then what did you do? - I went in to check on my son.
He saved my life, you know. What Dylan did saved my life.
I did what my dad told me to do. I stayed in my room and called 911.
That was the hardest thing I've ever done.
- I could hear them fighting. - What did you hear?
A struggle. Then glass breaking.
Then a scream. I thought it was my dad.
I came downstairs...
and I saw this black guy about 30 years old.
Jimi Hendrix Afro. We just stared at each other--
Me with my rooster, and he, uh...
with this bronze, uh, uh...
- What? - Uh, what?
- He was holding something bronze. - I- I don't know.
I- I remember he--
He came towards me, and, uh...
I- I had no choice.
I jumped him, and we fell into this case...
where the, uh-- He saw-- Uh, h- haru sakura was.
The what?
Lasting spring sakura.
It's a samurai sword-- A truly beautiful piece.
Not a flaw on the blade. I swung it at him...
And sliced through his neck like butter.
Like warm butter.
A guy came up behind me, then I blacked out.
Can you identify the guy you fought with?
- Can you-- Can you describe him? - Well, his rings.
He had one on each finger-- Gold, uh, some with diamonds.
Dr. Putnam is a serious collector.
Zoge zaiku are hand-carved ivory--
Could be worth 100 grand a piece depending on the artist and history.
These dummies are stealing TVs.
My dad travels around the world helping people.
He adopted me from Ethiopia when I was 8 months old.
I had to see if my dad was okay.
- So you didn't stay in your room? - After the scream...
I could hear a man's voice, panicked.
"I got you. Come on."
Then nothing. Complete silence.
I had to see if my dad was okay, and he wasn't.
He was unconscious. I thought he was dead.
Is he upset with me?
No, I'd have done the same thing, Dylan.
- What-- what happened to your face? - Football practice.
- Oh, yeah? What do you play? - Tackling dummy most of the time.
But I don't care. I love it.
Excuse me. You can see your father now.
- All right, you ready? - Yeah.
Dad.
Dad. How you doing?
- Oh, dad. - Easy, easy.
- You all right? - Yes. Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm okay. I'm okay. Thanks.
We're looking for two guys.
The one's dead by now, so... one guy and one body.
Uh, I think Dylan's lying about how he got those bruises on his face.
Yeah?
- What happened? - I'm not sure.
- What did you get from the dad? - Same vibe.
I'm not sure.
Want to stop for lunch?
I got this thing.
Thing is, it's...
Thing is, I'm seeing somebody, Grace.
This thing serious?
Yeah, I mean, that's what--
Yeah.
- Dewey. - Hanadarko.
- Okay. - Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
That's got to be our body. The guy with the big 'fro.
I want to go get Connie 'cause I don't think we should ride in the same car together.
Temptation.
Kidding.
- No rings. - No fingerprints.
No hands.
M.E. said they were cut off someplace else.
- He was already dead. - Why are paramedics here?
Truck driver saw him dumped out of a white van, thought he was still alive.
Ask Rhetta to come over here.
Yo! Rhetta!
He died 4 to 10 hours ago.
- What kind of van are we looking for? - Dodge Ram, older model...
got those mud-honey flaps with the naked-girl silhouette.
Like you have, Dewey.
You find a shitload of blood at the robbery crime scene?
The blood pattern was consistent with a severed carotid artery.
His... buddy helped him out the door.
The blood trail disappeared at the curb in front of the house.
But he dumped him off here without his hands, already dead.
But he wanted the rings.
Kind of shit happens when you associate with people you don't know.
You find a bloody samurai sword at Putnam's house?
No.
Buddy's got the warm butter knife-- Sliced off his hands.
Am I reading this right? Dr. Putnam insured the stolen samurai sword...
two weeks ago for $100,000?
Yeah, he got it in Okushiri in '93. He was helping out after an earthquake.
That's beautiful. Now, why insure it now?
Insurance fraud doesn't make sense unless something went wrong.
He admitted to killing our no-hands John Doe.
Yeah, in self-defense.
- What kind of doctor is Putnam? - Trauma surgeon at O.U. Medical.
I'm thinking about this guy's hands cut off.
Putnam didn't do it. He was being tended to himself.
He could have told somebody else how to do it.
Grace is already looking into Putnam. You want us to go at him harder? Hmm?
- Mayor gonna appreciate that? - However this lands...
the mayor's gonna have to live with it.
Any financial red flags with Putnam?
No, he's got his own plane...
flies humanitarian missions on his own dime.
I'm thinking this is a straight-up robbery.
Why?
House two blocks over nine days ago, 3:00 a.m.--
Owner hears noises.
Had a gun, took a wild shot at some black guy, big Afro...
standing in his kitchen holding his wife's purse.
- Guy got a buddy? - There were two sets of footprints.
Robbery gave me 16 names to run down.
Rifling through a purse, stealing TVs-- Sounds like dumb-ass dopers.
- Excuse me, Captain Perry. - Ouch.
- How did that happen? - Playing football.
No big deal.
Rhetta says this is important.
Thanks, Clay.
- He was in a fight. - Got the crap beat out of him.
All right.
Our no-hands John Doe is Todd Burton-- a.k.a. Ringo.
Rhetta I.D.'d him from a fingerprint left at the robbery scene.
All right.
Here we go. Ringo sold dope.
Tried to rape a couple of women, two burglary convictions.
You tell me why this guy is out on the street.
I'll find out his known associates.
What else? What about Dylan Putnam?
He's got a record for breaking and entering and possession of pot.
A couple of beefs four years ago. But, yeah, we're checking him out.
Check out Dylan Putnam's known associates, too.
We identified one of the robbers. You ever seen him before?
- He goes by the name of Ringo. - He's the guy. Yeah, that's him.
Broken-down van. He had the hood up.
The same big hair. I think that's the same guy.
- White van? - Yeah.
Where?
Parked down the street about a couple days ago.
- Was he casing us out? - The neighborhood, maybe, yeah.
So, what do you think is missing?
Dad's samurai.
He kept it in this glass case right here.
That's it. Right here.
He thought it was a replica when he saw it on the cover of this magazine.
You should have saw his face... when he saw how much it was worth.
What else? Anything else?
- His Thai Buddha. - The what?
A bronze sculpture. It was right here on this bookcase.
Oh, geez. Is this it right here?
- Yeah, that's it. - Crime lab's doing tests on it.
My baseball cards!
Ohh! Oh, no, they're gone!
My entire collection! 5,000 cards! No!
I feel like I'm about to throw up, man.
Oh. Oh, God, no.
Oh, no, he didn't take my Pete Cook.
Oh. Pete Cook is gone.
Me and my dad, we collected baseball cards, man.
- How do you know Pete Cook? - My dad was from St. Cloud, Minnesota.
Pete Cook was the first card he gave me.
When I turned 16, he gave me his entire collection.
What happened to your face?
- Nothing. - Clay.
You got a black eye. Something happened.
This bully went after one of my friends. He hit me, I hit him...
but I got him twice right on the chin.
One of these days, you're gonna make a great detective.
But remember...
there's always a way to tell when somebody's lying.
A small twitch of the mouth. Looking down instead of looking up.
Blinking too much or not enough.
So, how about you tell me what really happened to your face?
I told you. You want me to tell you again?
See my knuckles? Already red.
You hit somebody in the chin twice, your hand looks like a waffle--
A red waffle.
- Why are you lying to me? - This is none of your business.
What did you say?
I'm sorry, Aunt Grace. But I'm okay. I'm handling it.
I need you to just drop it, okay?
- I haven't found her. - You ain't been looking.
You're not gonna find Neely in a pawnshop.
- I'm working a case. - You put out a bolo?
- What else you want me to do? - Whatever it takes.
- You want me to arrest her? - Yeah.
- Lock her up? - A couple of days wouldn't hurt.
Don't ask me why, Grace, 'cause I don't know.
I just know Neely needs help now. Right now.
- You need to find her. - No, you have to bring her to me.
I can't do that.
- I can only bring you the message. - Here's my message.
I am done with the Neely bullshit.
Enough!
- I quit! - You can't quit.
Yes, I can.
- You don't want to do that. - Then tell me. Why? Why?!
Why doesn't make any difference. It's time you moved on faith.
I'm not moving anywhere.
How you doing, child?
Earl. Hey.
Feeding the hungry?
Grace wants to see you.
Something about the three of us going to New Orleans next year for a jazz fest.
Is she the grace of God?
Dylan went through a rough spell, but he's straightened out.
He's on the honor roll, popular, worships his father.
You okay?
Yeah.
- Are we okay? - Yeah.
You talk to Dylan's football coach?
Yeah, he broke his arm in practice.
He didn't tell anybody for three weeks because he wanted to keep playing.
- So he's telling the truth. - Which is exactly what I used to do--
Tell the truth about one bruise to hide the truth about another.
You think Benjamin Putnam is beating his kid?
I don't know.
- Something about this guy bugs you. - Yeah.
- Me, too. - Yeah?
I found out doc used to have a different name.
Up until 1965, he was Ben Livingston.
Freshman year at Yale...
he legally changed his name to Benjamin Putnam.
- Why? - Don't know.
Ben Livingston, Benjamin Putnam-- Neither one has a record.
# Neely is asleep on your couch #
Hospital. Doc's awake.
I'm gonna go talk to him again.
Yeah, Pete Cook-- 1963.
Yeah, Minnesota Majors.
How late are you open?
All right, thanks. I'm coming over.
Score-- Shop on Classen.
- I never heard of Pete Cook. - Shortstop-- Minnesota Majors.
This guy says he might have his baseball card.
I'm gonna pick up Dylan and see if he can I.D. his cards.
- You talk to Ringo's P.O.? - Uh, he gave me a few names.
First one is his girlfriend-- Still in prison.
Second one, a girlfriend just got out.
Gloria Carter-- her record is as long as Ringo's...
and then these two clowns-- Marquis Smith and Terrance Otten.
Otten hasn't called his P.O. in six months.
Smith is wanted in Texas, Louisiana, and Oklahoma.
Well, let's join the club. Put out a bolo on both of them, plus Gloria.
- Got a list of all the stolen items? - Baseball cards, samurai sword...
one flat-screen TV, and video games.
Tell me about 1965.
Oh, terrible year-- Worst World Series.
Dodgers beat Minnesota in seven.
- But you also changed your name. - Yeah, that's right.
Why?
Hey, dad. I brought us a couple sodas up.
Oh, excuse me.
This is Detective Hanadarko. This is my son-- Dylan.
- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.
- Would you like a soda? - Oh, no, thank you.
You want to tell the detective, uh, the story behind changing our last name?
When my dad graduated high school, he didn't know what he wanted to be...
but during his first semester at Yale, he decided to become a doctor.
Then everybody started saying, "Dr. Livingston, I presume."
That's right.
So then he changed his last name from Livingston to Putnam.
That clears that up. Thank you.
Would you give us a few minutes, son?
Yes, sir.
- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.
Except you didn't declare a major until your junior year.
Some family stories are as much folklore as they are truth.
So, in this story, what's the truth and what's the lore?
The truth is, I changed my name...
because I hated my father.
I didn't want my son carrying that son of a bitch's name.
Now, if you think it's better for Dylan to...
live with that truth rather than the lore, you tell him.
- Pete Cook? - Yeah.
- No, sorry. - I just called.
- I thought you said you had it. - Hey, I thought I did.
Well, I had my nephew drive down from Guthrie.
- How long you been collecting baseball cards? - Since I was a boy.
Could you look one more time, sir?
Yeah, but why Pete Cook, though? I mean, he's kind of a nobody.
Well, not to my nephew.
Sorry. Can't help you.
All right, come on. We'll keep looking.
It's okay.
You know what? Let me take one more look in the back just to make sure.
- Y'all hang on. - That would be great. Thank you.
You think he got all my cards?
Well, we got to wait and see, but he's lying.
- I mean, you see his mouth twitch? - Yeah.
Just happen to have one Pete Cook left.
- Yeah. - Today's your lucky day.
Oh, yeah. Wow, this is it.
This is the one. That's it.
I'll meet you outside, all right? Stan and I got some bargaining to do.
- Okay. - Come on.
300 bucks.
O.C.P.D.-- you're under arrest for buying stolen merchandise.
- What? - And underestimating the value of Pete Cook.
Oh, come on, man! You got to be kidding me! Come on! Ugh!
- You still mad at me? - Buddha.
You wanted to know where I found Ringo's fingerprints.
- Is it bronze? - Yes.
I also got a print off the Pete Cook baseball card.
If anything happened to you...
I'd die.
- Paul went to jail. - For three hours.
Nothing was written up. We didn't even charge him for the tow.
- That makes it okay? - It makes you safe.
- You're treating me like a child. - What are you doing, Rhetta?
You don't do this.
You don't get into cars with guys you don't know.
I do, but you don't.
You didn't do it in high school, college. Why are you doing it now?
Because I didn't do it in high school and college.
What about Ronnie?
- It was just coffee. - I know.
- But what are you doing? - I don't know.
I don't know what I'm doing. I can't do this. I don't even want to do this.
Then don't do it.
He sent me a drink. He asked me to dance.
He's 32.
Paul's 32?
I told him not to call.
- What about calling Ronnie? - I already did.
I'm gonna see him, armed with the mule kick.
Did you find Neely?
Earl dumped her at my house. I dumped her upstairs in holding.
Who's this?
That's who belongs to the fingerprint on the baseball card--
Timothy Manning. But he was murdered in 1965.
He was 18 years old.
- This is a Minnesota newspaper. - He was murdered in St. Cloud.
I'm going home.
- Who's giving you a ride home? - Michael's mom.
It was my dad. He slapped me.
He did that to you?
Well, I fell against a table on the way down.
I deserved it, Aunt Grace. I told my dad...
To "F" off.
Are you okay?
- Good night. - Good night.
- You're not gonna believe this shit. - What?
Summer of 1965 in St. Cloud, Minnesota...
somebody broke into the home of George and Greta Manning.
Their son Timothy was home. The cops think he fought the robber.
Robber pushed him over a stair railing. Timothy broke his neck, died instantly.
- The case is still unsolved. - And you're looking to, uh...
- connect that to Benjamin Putnam? - Ben Livingston--
He lived down the block. The cops interviewed him.
- Shit. - Yeah.
Doc got away with murder 44 years ago. That's why he changed his name.
Feels like that.
I think you just figured out what's been bugging us about this guy.
The cops in St. Cloud overnighted everything to us.
- It doesn't solve our case now. - Yeah, but talk about irony.
Butch is in with Ringo's girlfriend.
Who is Neely Lloyd, and why is she in our holding cell?
One of my informants. She's carrying some dope.
Her attorney is Shepherd Goldberg.
I got H. Shepherd Goldberg on my ass.
You got anything out of, uh, Ringo's girlfriend?
I'll go see how Butch is doing.
Ringo is not my pimp. He's my lover...
my boyfriend, my baby.
When's the last time you talked to your boyfriend, Gloria?
- I don't know. - Do you know what day it is?
Tuesday.
- Did you talk to Ringo yesterday? - I don't know.
- You don't know. - I don't know. He's dead.
My baby's dead. He's gone.
Well, what am I gonna do?
You're gonna help us find the person who killed Ringo.
You know this guy?
What about this guy?
Yeah. That's Marquis.
And he's evil.
He's a freak.
You don't want to mess with Marquis.
- Marquis killed my baby? - Where do we find him?
- I don't know. - What does he drive?
Shit, I don't know what he drives. I seen him in a van once.
He's evil. Marquis is evil.
So... why are we doing this here?
Uh, I didn't want any yelling, no tears.
I just want to have a conversation.
- What's this? - The ground rules.
Come on.
Number one, no vulgarity. Number two, no threats.
Three, leave the kids out of it, and, four, at all times, tell the truth.
- Are you kidding? - Sign it, please.
I miss you.
You never admitted having sex with Stella.
It's hard enough to admit it to myself.
I need to hear you admit it, Ronnie.
I had sex with Stella.
And I'm sorry.
And I will be sorry for the rest of my life.
How many times?
Nine.
- Where? - The, uh...
the Marriott on Northwest Highway.
All nine times?
Where else?
In our home.
In our bed, Ronnie.
You can't keep me here.
I found you high on meth, passed out on my couch.
Slam-dunk. Ask your attorney. He's on his way.
- Why you doing this? - Earl told me to.
- I don't believe you. - Look...
Earl always has reasons for the shit he does.
So if he wants you in jail, you know, you should probably stay here.
- You always do what Earl wants? - No.
Earl!
He's never once come when I called him.
He comes when I do.
What's going on with you? Why you keep going back to the meth?
Why do you care?
Where are you staying? You staying at the Skirvin?
- Why do you care? - I want to help you.
I don't need your help.
- Do you want me in jail? - I want you safe.
- You told me I have free will. - You do. So do I.
- So does she. - She don't care about me.
She's just doing what you tell her to do.
Anybody knows pain like you do, it's that woman standing right there.
- So let her help you. - No.
And you can't help me, either. Only God can help me.
Your attorney's here.
What do you want to do?
- Morning. - Ah, good morning, Detective.
I got some pictures I need you to look at.
All right.
Do you know who this is?
Uh, no.
- What about these two people? - No. Who are they?
Greta and George Manning.
And this is how their son would have looked-- Timothy--
If he hadn't been murdered during the commission of a robbery in 1965.
What about this?
Um, sculpture of a Thai Buddha.
- Where did you get it? - I think, uh, Nagasaki.
I think you stole it in St. Cloud, Minnesota, in 1965...
in the same robbery where you accidentally killed Timothy Manning.
Do doctors keep notes?
Cops, we keep-- We keep a lot of notes.
And I was-- I was-- I was looking through mine from--
from yesterday after you went downstairs...
when you told Dylan to stay put, and you looked at the guy...
with the Afro and he looked at you, uh...
Oh, here we go.
You said, "I had my rooster, and he had the bronze."
- And you didn't finish the sentence. - Hmm.
- He had the bronze Buddha, didn't he? - I- I really am not sure.
The Pete Cook baseball card that you gave your son...
had Timothy Manning's fingerprints on it.
Two detectives from St. Cloud are flying down to talk to you.
Okay.
You're under arrest for the murder of Timothy Manning.
- You want to call your lawyer? - Yes. Y- yes.
And-- and I want to speak to my son.
It was an accident, Detective.
They were supposed to be on vacation.
I didn't know Timmy was home.
I needed money to take my girlfriend to a Dave Clark Five concert.
- My life is over. - No, it's not.
All the lives you've touched, all the good you've done...
That's still there.
And your son will still love you no matter what you did 44 years ago.
You got family? Someone who can take care of Dylan?
Yes, my-- my sister.
Your life's not over.
What's going on, dad?
Hey, dad.
- What are you doing here, boy? - I wanted to say hi.
- Want a beer? - Sure, yeah.
- Is mom inside? - No.
She's working. Want to sit?
Been to see your, uh, sister-in-law lately?
Yeah. Amanda's fine. Kids are good.
Well, it's nice to sit a spell, isn't it?
Hey, you-- you remember a baseball player named, um, Pete Cook?
Minnesota Majors.
- What about him? - He helped us solve an old crime today--
I mean, his baseball card, anyway, and it's got me thinking. Um...
Do you-- you remember the first baseball card you ever gave me?
Luis Aparicio--
Baltimore Orioles, 1966 World Champions.
John Boog Powell on first. There's Brooks Robinson on third.
Frank Robinson was in right. Green was center field.
Jim Palmer was...
Yeah? Where?
Okay, I'll meet you there. I got to go. I got to go.
Luis Aparicio. You remember his jersey number?
- Come on, boy. - Was it 8?
11!
It was 11.
You still got that baseball card?
- No, I lost it. - Hmm.
You lost it.
Well, that doesn't surprise me none. All you ever really cared about...
was that stick of gum inside.
- Come on. - I didn't do shit!
Sit down.
Just a coincidence we found eight bloody rings in your white van, Marquis?
- I don't have a white van. - Your girlfriend does.
Sweet corn Mary? Nobody believes that crackhead bitch.
She give me up? She's lying.
She gave you up so fast, it's shocking.
- Shocking. - Not that we need her.
You know you got 200 bucks for a baseball collection worth 15 grand?
- How big a dumb shit are you? - Pretty big, man.
- He got 500 bucks for the samurai sword. - A sword that's worth 100 grand?
All for a little taste of dope. Hope you enjoyed it, Marquis.
Detective.
Thanks, Captain.
- I'm sorry. - No, no. Are you okay?
- Are the kids okay? - Ben got kicked out of kindergarten.
That is a wild child, man. He's just like Rafe.
Rafe was always getting into trouble, man.
- Hi, Amanda. - Hey, Grace.
- I should probably get back to the kids. - Yeah, I'll walk you out.
Okay.
- I'll be back in a second. - Hi, Amanda.
- I think I'm gonna file for divorce. - What happened?
- Want to go get something to eat? - Yes.
Grace? You need to get downtown.
Why?
An unidentified woman has threatened to jump...
from the top of the mutual funds building here in downtown Oklahoma City.
We don't know her name, but we do know that she's put herself in grave danger.
Isn't that your informant?
Shit. Shit.
Okay, okay. You want me to go up on that roof.
You want me to save her, right? She's whacked. I don't know.
But that's what this has all been about.
You want me and Neely together.
- Am I gonna die today? - I don't know.
I don't want to go up there.
- Can't you come with me? - You going?
- Do I have a choice? - Well, yes.
So do you! You said you have free will.
Can't you come with me?
God loves you more than I ever could.
You're in his hands.
Shit.
What are you doing?
- I don't want to hurt anymore. - You won't one day.
Not as bad.
It's only been six months since you lost your parents, Neely.
It was sudden. Just like my sister.
Your sister died 'cause some fool was driving drunk?
She died in the Murrah Building. I didn't think I could--
I could move through that kind of pain.
But you can.
You just do it. Every day.
I feel like God took my parents and gave me Earl and you.
- And I didn't ask for that trade-off. - I don't know about any of that.
I just know that if Earl loves you...
you're gonna be okay.
If I jump off this building, is he gonna save me?
No.
Then what are you talking about I'll be okay?
If God loves me, I demand he prove it.
By throwing yourself off a 12-story building?
No. By surviving it.
No! No! No!
Oh, my God! I can't believe they're alive!
We're alive because I have an angel.
And so does she.