What's gonna grow in the heat?
A miracle.
Can I help you, ma'am?
Yes, sir, I need about 10 bags of these, please.
Dusty, load up.
You out at the Moreau place?
I seen you pull up in the hearse with Elvis.
Yes, sir, I'm Charlie's niece.
Charlie's niece?
That's right. Helping them clean that dump up.
They'll check you out right over there.
Thank you.
Finally.
Get everything you need?
Yup. You?
Yup.
Took you long enough.
Is that your Dad?
Shit.
He's my stepdad.
You'd never know it after he gets a few drinks in him.
Would you get back to painting or something?
I mean it, you're making me nervous.
What are you doing?
What's she planting?
I don't know.
She went in the Feed and Seed and got a bunch of seed bags.
Made me promise not to peek.
Can't grow nothing but weeds in this heat.
I already told her. She said she was in some 4h club at school.
Nothing but weeds.
Holler at me when you see her come back to the house.
I don't want her to see me working.
I'm gonna keep up the good work.
That's right.
Good to see you there, Charlie.
I have nothing to say to you.
About to go crazy looking for that missing beauty queen.
You doing all right after she came back to life on you like that?
I'm doing all right.
Hey, Elvis.
- Hey. - Hey.
I'm just talking to your Daddy here.
You doing all right? - He's doing all right.
Y'all ain't seen no trace
of Anabelle around here, right?
No.
Is that a yes or a no?
That's a no.
Who's that boy on the tractor?
That's Arturo. He's new.
He wanted to plant some corn, I think?
Corn? Ain't no corn gonna grow now.
No, that's right. Ain't no corn gonna grow now.
That what we said to Arturo. Didn't we, Elvis?
We said, "Arturo, you can have the crop if anything grows."
The whole crop we told him.
He's from Guadalupe.
But he was raised in Zihuatanejo.
He said they grow lots of corn
in Zihuatanejo.
All year long.
I don't like corn myself.
It gets stuck in my teeth
unless Elvis cuts the kernels off for me.
If y'all see that girl anywhere,
you give us a call.
- Sure thing. - All right.
Sure thing.
How did you do that?
I figured you learned your storytelling
from somebody.
You amaze me.
Whoa, sorry.
It's okay. What's up?
Nothing.
You see that cop?
Yeah.
Told you nobody'd recognize me.
What if he did?
I'm not worried about it. Why should you?
I don't want to be an accessory
or accomplice or whatever.
You didn't kidnap me.
I'm staying here on my own free will.
If you want me to leave, it's fine, just say it.
No, it's not that.
It's you just-- you can't be out here
in the open--
on the tractor, painting the house,
hosing yourself down.
- Hosing you down. - Hey.
Think this is funny?
Think you're funny? - I think I am hilarious.
You do?
Good Lord, he laughs! A genuine laugh.
I don't believe it. Somebody get a camera quick!
"She believed this was the only way to rid the sorrow.
Regrets to her were something holding you back from the future."
Can I see it?
I'll read you the rest tomorrow night.
Good night.
Are you gonna marry her?
Am I gonna...?
Dad, I only just met her.
If you want to move out with her, it's okay.
Your Aunt Haley can move in.
I'm not going anywhere.
You could both live here if you want.
You can have my room.
Dad, what are you talking about?
What's wrong?
You are my favorite boy in the whole world.
- Come here. - My favorite boy.
I love you too, Dad.
You okay?
I'm okay.
Okay.
Try and get some sleep.
I'm okay, Elvis.
Good.
- Elvis. - Yes.
- I'm okay. - Okay.
Hi.
Hey.
I couldn't find any other clothes to wear.
Is it okay if I wear this?
Yeah.
It looks good on you.
Thanks.
I heard you reading that story to your Dad.
It's just a stupid thing I've been working on.
You wrote that?
Yeah.
You think maybe I could read it sometime?
Sure. It's not very good,
but you can read it.
So what are you gonna do?
Now?
Nothing. I was gonna...
watch some TV or something.
What are you doing? - Nothing.
Do you wanna go out?
We could see a movie or something.
Maybe in like, Timmonsville or something like that?
Someplace we won't run into people I know.
We'll run into people you know.
Okay, fine.
You wanna go for a walk?
I'd go for a walk.
Okay.
See that spot right there?
That's where they found my mom.
I'm so sorry.
Why'd she do it?
I don't know.
She was tired, I guess...
of people or something.
How old were you?
12.
My father, he just lost it after that.
He started taking these long walks all the time...
mumbling to himself.
It was right around then the kids threw a bottle at him.
Nothing but assholes 'round here.
I'm sorry.
Damn, I haven't looked at the stars in a long time.
Isn't it amazing?
Here we are,
lying on this big ol' ball of planet,
spinning round and round in space.
All these stars floating next to us.
Nobody even thinks twice about it.
I don't know.
After all the terrible stuff that happened to me...
it made me realize
that for every terrible tragedy in this world,
there's an equally miraculous thing
that grows from it.
You know?
I can hear you smirking.
Let's just say the shit outweighs the miracles
around here.
Oh yeah? Well, then,
hit me with some shit.
Mother offing herself on Christmas day.
There's one.
Christmas?
Yeah, it's a popular day for suicide.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so--
I can't do this.
What?
Nothing.
It's not you, Elvis.
Whatever.
Look, I mean it.
You just proved my point.
Get down, get down.
Oh, shit.
Oh, I'm sorry, Elvis. I'm so sorry.
- Dad, it's okay. - They said they knew she was here
and I might as well admit it
so nobody gets hurt and goes to jail.
- You did good. - I did?
Of course you did.
Listen, I'm gonna take off. - Wait, wait, wait.
How? - My bike.
I have a friend that lives in Padre lsland.
I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I stay a few days.
No, you're not riding your bike.
It's fine. I'll take the back roads.
- Where did you tell 'em we were? - I just told 'em
Anabelle had been here, but then she took off in our Cadillac.
- What Cadillac? - The one parked up alongside the house.
Dad, we don't have a Cadillac.
They don't know that.
Listen, I really should get going.
Thank you both. - No, let me figure this out.
- It's okay. You go. - You sure?
Please. I have everything I need right here, I do.
I don't wanna leave you alone.
It's okay, son.
You go ahead. It's all right.
I love you.
- Come on. - Thank you, Charlie.
Thank you so much for everything.
Bye. - You take care of him.
Hey, what's wrong?
Nothing.
I'm fine.
I just had so much fun at your place.
Then it hit me--
I haven't lived.
I mean, really lived--
enjoyed one day
in my entire stupid life.
Who has?
Here.
Why don't you use this here?
Thank you.
I'm sorry.
You ever thought about doing what your mom did?
You know, offing yourself like that?
Sure.
Who hasn't?
No, I mean really thought about it.
No.
I could never do that to my father.
You ever even think of it,
I don't care where I am, you call me, okay?
I don't care what I'm doing.
Promise me that.
You really think you're gonna give a shit about me
after you take off?
You know what? You can be so cool
and then be such a jerk.
Fine, whatever. Keep thinking
your depressed and shitty thoughts.
You'll have a depressing, shitty life. What do I care?
Charlie said she borrowed a car of theirs and took off.
He said they didn't say anything earlier
'cause they promised Anabelle.
Let's search the place.
Judge won't give us a search warrant for a runaway.
Who says she's a runaway?
You said so yourself.
This makes no sense.
From what y'all been telling me,
she ain't done nothing that makes any sense lately.
Am I right?
What are you doing?
Open the door.
Say you're sorry.
Sorry for what?
Being a jerk last night.
- I'm sorry. - Like you mean it.
Open the door, Anabelle.
Guess I'm leaving.
Okay, I'm sorry for acting like a jerk last night.
Actually, jerk's too nice a word.
- Asshole? - Keep going.
Anabelle, open the goddamn door already.
Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I was an asshole. - You were.
Okay, I'm driving. Come on, get in.
So what is your friend like?
- My friend? - Padre lsland friend.
The one we came to see.
Oh, I don't know anybody that lives down here.
Then what are we doing down here?
Whoa, where are we going?
I decided we're going to the beach.
Stop. What are we doing?
Come on, it'll be fun. Whooo!
Jesus Christ, woman, what are you doing?
Come on, try it.
- No. - Do it.
I swear you'll feel so much better.
- No, I don't want to. - How fast you think this thing'll go?
I don't know, 5, 10?
You have a nice smile. Anybody ever tell you that?
- Don't look at me, look at the road. - What road?!
Hello?!
Anybody home?
- Hello. - Where is she?
Who?
Have you decided what you're gonna do
about the whole... national pageant thing?
I don't know.
I don't really wanna talk about it.
Then don't.
If you could do anything in the whole world, what would it be?
No idea.
Come on, quick, just say the first thing that comes to mind.
I like writing horror novels.
But I don't know if I'm very good at it.
Oh come on. I bet you'd be great.
So why are you training to be a mortician then?
Is that something you really wanna do?
Not everybody gets to do what they wanna do.
There are responsibilities in life.
Ohh, what are you responsible for?
A lot of things.
My dad.
Taking care of the family business.
Keeping a roof over my head,
food in my belly.
Things you don't have to think about.
Anyway...
- What? - Nothing.
Deja vu.
Sorry.
All right.
Come on, let's move.
Excuse me, do you have a restroom?
Thank you.
Hey, hey, let me explain.
Please tell me. Tell me you didn't do this.
- Let me explain. It's not how it looks. - How could you do this?!
I didn't do anything!
- How could you do this?! - You were lying on the table--
- What?! - No matter how I explain,,
this is gonna come out wrong. - What is wrong with you?!
- You were lying on the table-- - What did you do?!
- I didn't-- what?! - Son, give me your hands.
- You called the cops? - What are you doing?
- Your mom is coming to get you. - Anabelle!
- Anabelle! Hey! - Stop it!
Where are you taking him?
Come on over here. Watch your head there, son.
Watch your head.
Elvis.
So you collected these pictures of dead people.
Goddamn, Elvis, whatever happened to baseball cards?
You never violated any of these corpses?
I only took pictures.
Look, I know you're not gonna believe me--
Who said I don't believe you?
There's no law against taking photographs of dead people.
The only question I have...
is about that one right there.
Yeah, it's-- it's a long story.
I got nothing but time.
Tonight on "Texas in view",
we unearth the shocking details
behind the story of Elvis Moreau,
a necrophiliac mortician
and Anabelle Leigh, a resurrected beauty queen,
and the reigning Miss Texas Rose.
"Texas in View" brings you exclusive
in-depth analysis of how a seemingly innocent teenager,
once a model son", - I don't care what that boy did to you.
-...became a deranged monster." - None of it matters anymore.
You're home...
and you're safe.
"While neighbors described Charlie Moreau
and son Elvis as standoffish..."
"These events have shot tremors of disgust
and distrust throughout the community."
Oh, no.
- No, no. - That's it.
- Get on out of here. - I'm gonna call the police.
We've got nothing to say today.
- Go on. Go on home. - Go away.
I wanna know what happened.
Everything.
You already know what happened.
I'm a crazed necrophiliac. I have sex with geriatrics.
Stop it!
I wanna know the truth.
I'm not gonna press charges.
Fine.
Okay.
You can go now.
I want you to go home and take care of your father.
What do you care about my father?
Elvis, I'm gonna tell you this,
and then I don't ever wanna see you again.
I think deep inside you're an incredible person.
But you just need some help.
- Please. - Elvis, you have had so much help from me.
- What do you know about me? - I know you!
Now you're gonna analyze my life?!
You have no idea what happened--
what I did or didn't do!
Tell me.
What's the point?
I thought you were so much more than this.
Join the club.
No, you know what? Fuck you!
God, I am so sick of your victim crap!
Yeah, I know people have made mistakes
that have hurt you or scarred you or whatever.
But here you turn around and you do the same thing to me--
to somebody that you acted like you cared about.
But am I gonna make that the focus of the rest of my life?
No. You know why?
Because I chose to forgive and move on.
I kissed you.
What?
I was doing the embalming.
My father, he can't do it anymore.
You were lying on the table in the room.
I looked at you...
and you looked so... beautiful.
And I kissed you.
I didn't do anything more than that to you or anyone.
I have a camera in the room.
I use it to take pictures of the people
after I finish embalming them.
I didn't mean to take a picture of us.
That was an accident.
I would've told you what happened before...
but I figured I'd end up right where I am.
When I came back on the table,
were you there?
I was about to start embalming and you moved.
You sat up.
After you kissed me?
Yeah.
Anabelle...
I--
You wanna know what the saddest thing is, Elvis?
After all that, you still didn't believe in miracles.
Maybe you're right.
Dad?
Dad!
Dad.
Wake up.
Help me!
Wake up.
Wake up, Daddy.
Yes.
I'll pick him up.
Elvis. Russ Williams, News 25.
Can I get a statement?
I got a 12-gauge to empty in your chest.
How's that for a statement?
However, with strong opposition to the proposal,
and what opponents of the plan
call "irresponsible spending",
high school students will be forced to stand in line
just as they always have.
We'll be right back.
God.
Are we rolling?
- Get ready. - Here he comes. Here he comes.
You don't go to a drugstore or supermarket
to get your haircut,
why rely on a drugstore or supermarket
for your hair color?
Treat yourself.
Protect your hair.
Trust your stylist.
Welcome back.
We have some breaking news to tell you about
in the recent funeral home scandal.
We're going to take you live to the scene,
with Greg Coller.
Elvis Moreau has finally decided to come out of the funeral home,
and oddly enough, is now painting.
What the hell are you doing?
I don't know.
Waiting for you to get here.
Isn't it the most beautiful thing
you've ever seen in your life?
What?
Your eyes--
they have this ring of yellow
between your pupil and the blue part.
And?
Nothing.
It's beautiful.