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John Rayburn.

You have a collect call from...

Fucking Eric O'Bannon.

At the Monroe County Detention Center.

Will you accept the charges?

Motherfucker.

Prick's not fucking answering.

Or he's not accepting the calls. They don't ever tell me which it is.

Eric, I told you that they would advise him not to take your calls.

I don't give a fuck. I'm not stopping.

Well, it could compromise his credibility.

Which is the point. You know?

With John, you gotta stick it in his face.

You gotta make him, like, fucking own up to it.

- Well, that's not our strategy. - What is our strategy?

Do we fucking have one? 'Cause my strategy is that you go up

and you say to the judge that they're all fucking liars.

You know?

Well, you know that I can't say that.

You know what? You can.

You know how? You use fancy fucking legal terms and you say:

"Your Honor, they are tellers of fucking untruth.

They lie-us maximus. I don't give a fuck how you say it.

Just get them to know that I didn't fucking kill Marco!

- I didn't shoot Kevin fucking Rayburn! - Eric.

I didn't fucking do it!

- Is there a problem here? - I'm sorry.

Everything okay, counselor?

I didn't shoot Kevin Rayburn.

You know?

Someone did. It wasn't fucking me. But I'm the one going to trial.

I mean, I don't fucking get it.

How do you win a case if you don't play the best cards you have?

Mr. Marx and Miss Conte will be with you shortly.

- Thank you. - Mm-hm.

How many times are we gonna...?

Honestly, no, I would say we're friendly, but we're not exactly...

I would say we're friendly, but we're not...

I don't know, I think it was about one, maybe about two.

No, I didn't.

- But, yeah, it was me. - What you doing?

Nothing.

- Six or seven years. - What you got there?

Seven or eight years we were friends. We were friendly.

Is that your testimony?

We came through...

Put that away.

- Kevin. - Don't talk to me.

Marx and Conte come in and see that,

by law they have to put that into evidence.

Maybe it was about two. I don't know. I think it was about...

That includes your fucking scribbles. Put it away.

You're... You're a real fucking asshole, you know that, John?

Yeah, I'm a fucking asshole.

Eric,

if I get up in front of the jury on day one

and I say that John Rayburn is a liar and a murderer,

and I imply that he's a fucking piece of shit,

the jury is not going to hear anything else

I have to say for the rest of the trial.

And that's how that will go.

Because if they don't like me, then they don't like you.

And at the end of the trial,

they're gonna send you to jail for the rest of your fucking life or worse.

I'm gonna get them,

but this is a process and it takes time.

And you have to keep your head together and stay calm.

Can you do that?

And no outbursts about John killing Marco,

because that fucks us in the worst possible way.

Are we clear on this?

Yeah.

How long's it take, the whole thing?

Well, if everything stays on schedule and the trial starts tomorrow,

it should take four, maybe five days.

Hi.

What's going on?

I came by to give you this.

- I don't want your family's money. - It's not my family's, it's my dad's.

- Thanks, but I don't want that either. - It's for Eric.

All the money in the world won't help Eric.

- My dad would've figured out a way. - He would've wanted you to get a haircut.

Where you been?

North.

Working.

Had to take care of a few things.

I can be helpful.

- How? - I've been in touch with Janey Rayburn.

She said I'm cool with her parents, they don't hate me.

Why would they hate you?

- Blaming me for what happened to my dad. - No one blames you.

Well, they don't know the truth.

I know I fucked up and I gotta try to make things right.

- Nolan... - Eric called

and said he wants to talk to John.

- I could get him to visit. - You shouldn't get involved.

The trial is tomorrow, so it has to happen now.

- Your dad wouldn't want you there. - I gotta help.

Okay? I've just been too scared to come back here.

Look, this isn't your burden.

All right, I understand. I get it.

And, uh... she wants you to call her.

See you.

Where exactly are you, pre-trial?

Jury selection should be finished today.

And, sir, would you share with the court what your father was convicted of?

Uh, I think, uh, aggravated assault and mayhem.

And then what happens?

Tomorrow morning, opening statements.

And we've decided to call you as our first witness.

Me?

- Why? - I'm sorry. I meant John.

Some of the witnesses in this case may be law enforcement officers.

Their testimony is not entitled to any greater or lesser weight

simply because they are involved in law enforcement.

Would you have any difficulty performing this instruction?

No, ma'am.

What's on your mind, Kevin?

Nothing.

- Kev. - What?

- My daddy was guilty. - Thank you, sir. No further questions.

You could tell real damn simple by looking at his eyes.

Just like that guy.

Move to excuse Potential Juror Number 28.

Uh... Okay, fine. Um...

I was wondering...

when, uh, do I testify?

If all goes smoothly, the day after John.

You good with that?

I think so.

I'm fine with that.

I feel ready.

Hundred percent.

Oh, shit.

Ow!

Oh, fuck.

Fuck me.

No.

Fuck.

I agree, I don't want Nolan involved either.

Good.

What else did he tell you?

That's it, really. Uh...

He tried to give me the check, talked about Janey Rayburn,

said Eric wanted him to contact John.

I told him he shouldn't be here at all, but he's just as stubborn as his dad was.

Eric gets one phone call a day. That's all he does.

He's just looking for a miracle.

He even contacted Ozzy Delveccio.

Yeah.

You knew about that?

He's down here now for the trial.

Asshole. What good's he gonna do?

He's changed.

Yeah, right.

Sort of had an epiphany when he was in jail.

My brother's always involved in stupid bullshit.

When am I gonna learn to expect the fucking expected?

Did Eric tell you that he called me?

He wants you to contact John?

Yeah.

He thinks that things will change if he actually gets to talk to him.

He told me about a detective and asked me to track him down.

What detective? What for?

Someone Danny knew from way back.

Eric wants me to try to get him there when John testifies.

Said it might make a difference if John saw him in the courtroom.

Yeah?

Yeah?

Hey.

You mind?

No. Mom?

- You all right? - Oh, I've just been driving around.

Thinking about tomorrow.

Didn't have any place else to go.

My mind won't settle down.

Oh, John.

How did this thing...?

How did we get here?

Am I remembering things wrong? Did...?

I mean, we had some good times, didn't we?

Mom, of course we did.

We did, did we?

Yes, we did.

All the parties and the birthdays and...

your dad playing the ukulele.

Singing, remember that?

Yeah.

How did it happen, John?

I wish I knew.

But you were there.

We were all there.

No.

No, Danny.

With Danny.

And you.

Yeah.

Maybe it's better that I...

Don't, uh...

That I, um...