Mercy

Who are you?

Mr. Mitchell?

Yeah. What do you want?

We spoke on the phone several times.

I'm Dr. Turner.

Yeah. Well... nothing's changed.

I'm very sorry to hear that.

That's it, then.

It doesn't have to be this way.

Listen, you have no right to get involved.

My wife is dying and she...

Your wife is suffering.

It's within your power to stop that.

You're not coming in.

Do it yourself, then.

- Any of you. - I told you before...

I've included instructions on how to operate it.

We're not interested.

- What about the rest of your family? - They're not either.

We're talking about your wife here, Mr. Mitchell.

- How can you not be interested? -

You have a safe and effective option available.

Use it.

Get off my property.

Hello.

Yeah, what?

I know.

You'll get your money.

I need a week.

Here.

I'll give you some time alone with your mother.

What's that doing there, Pop?

That doctor came by earlier.

- The one who's been calling? - Yep.

Why'd he give it to you, Pop?

Said we could do it ourselves, any one of us.

What about Brad and Travis?

What about them? They want their cut, too.

You really wanna have that conversation now?

No.

Yeah. Yeah, I do, actually.

Use your fucking head, Ronnie, will you?

Hey, I am using my fucking head.

- What's the matter with you... - No, no!

You're not.

Your mother got a lot of money when Travis and Brad's father died.

A lot.

Yeah, Pop. We know.

- That's why we're here with... - Shut up.

Shut up.

Now, that money has been locked up in a separate account for years.

And I made it

so that when she passes, that money goes to me.

That means...

that when my time comes, by law, that money will all go to you two.

What are you...

Yeah, I don't know what you...

Fuck. What are you talking about, Pop?

- "When your time comes"? - Yeah, that's right.

Not to that degenerate outside, not to his asshole brother.

But if you keep running your mouth about inheritances and whatever else,

they might just change their minds about all this.

And if that's what ends up happening...

well, I hope you know a good lawyer.

- You think it still runs? -

Don't know.

I'd take it with me if I had time to ride it,

but I'm busy working all the goddamn time.

Then maybe you should sell it.

Hopefully, after all this, I won't have to.

- Now... - Well, then don't.

- Can you settle? - I'm settled. What do you...

- Stop fiddling with everything in this... - I'm not...

Hey.

Hey.

When'd you get out?

Couple weeks ago.

What was it this time? B and E?

- Assault. - Hmm.

You okay?

I don't know, T.J., are you?

What are you doing for work?

Things.

Oh, yeah? What kind of things?

What do you care, Ronnie?

Well, me and T.J. just talked to Dad.

Your dad, not mine.

Whatever.

He's holding all the cards, you know.

- Especially yours. - Ronnie.

No, no, he should... he should hear this.

He's, uh...

He's... he's cutting you out.

You and Brad.

- What are you doing, Ronnie? - Shut up.

Shut up.

Why are you telling me this, Ronnie?

Because you're my brother.

So, yeah.

Those things you're doing... hopefully they pay good.

You can take that.

It's just work.

That part I don't miss.

I'm sorry to ask this, but... we're gonna be okay after this, right?

Yeah.

Yes.

I hear you. Right.

Okay, I...

I'm telling you, I'll pay you next week. I can...

All right. Okay. I gotta go. Bye.

This is Melissa.

Hi.

Hi.

These are my brothers. T.J., Ronnie.

Half-brothers.

Um, Brad's told me a lot about both of you.

He shouldn't have told you anything.

Who's this?

She's a friend.

Do you understand what's going on here?

I'm just here to help Brad through this.

This is none of your business.

Where's, uh... where's Travis?

Travis.

Brad.

This is Melissa.

I found this up in the attic last week.

It's your mother's old diary.

But before we get to that, let's get something else out of the way.

Because I know you all saw the bag.

You all know what's in it and you all know what it will do.

But being able to do it ourselves

doesn't change a goddamn thing and that's that.

"June 10th, 1982.

I'm trying to move on, day by day.

The church has been so supportive, but I'm still struggling.

I know it's horrible to say, but Bradley's death was like a gift.

I certainly prayed for an accident like that enough times.

And now, as I'm struggling to move on,

I'm being told that I have to decide what to do with his remains.

Whenever my time comes,

and that decision has to be made for me,

I can only hope it's made by someone who cares about me.

And not by someone who's glad I'm dead."

So...

we should discuss her arrangements for once this is over.

Well, I'm not ready to think that far ahead yet.

The hell does that mean?

Okay, I don't know what you two are trying to pull...

but whatever it is, it ain't gonna work.

No one's trying to pull anything, Ronnie.

Maybe he just cares about his mother.

Well, maybe you should shut up and mind your fucking business.

How about you fucking try that for a fucking change.

Shut up, Ronnie! Hey, hey, hey!

Ronnie, come on. Get off of him!

Knock it off! Hey! Hey, stop, stop!

- Stop. Stop. - All right, back up. Back up.

Okay.

This ain't gonna end good for you.

You either.

And you. You, whatever you think's going on here, you're wrong.

What are you doing?

Nothing, man. Just looking around.

I remember that.

Mom and her religion. Hocus-pocus bullshit.

She always thought I stole the missing piece.

She never said it, but I know she thought it.

Man, you don't know that.

Yeah, well, I wasn't you.

You made your own choices, Travis.

Yeah. I know I did, Brad. I still do.

I accept who I am.

What, and I don't?

You say you're not ready to think that far ahead yet?

That's fine.

I mean, it's bullshit. But it's fine.

But don't pretend that actually makes you any better