Accused

Eugene?

Eugene, it's time.

The Lord is with me, I will fear not.

Just try attacking the other corner,

maybe you still have a chance this year.

Ahhh-ish, there's a lot of game left to play, so...

Oh, lucky you. More time to plot your next move.

Hi, how are you doin'? I'm Eugene.

-Hey. George. -Let me guess.

You're not shopping for yourself.

I'm looking for an engagement ring.

Congratulations, young man!

Marriage is life's greatest blessing.

But you might want to try to start by looking over here,

'cause these are promise rings.

-What's the difference? -Well, price, for one.

But also...

Right?

See the difference?

Yeah.

So, which one is speaking to you?

I mean, I don't know. Are any of them on sale?

Do you gamble?

Like on horses and stuff?

On life, George.

See, because I think there's two ways

to look at every big decision.

What's probable and what's possible.

Okay...?

If you think what's probable,

you'll make excuses, think small.

But reframe it to what's possible,

you'll take chances, and life opens up to you.

-He's a good salesman. -Ahem. No salesman. He believe.

What can I say?

I mean, my own life is a fairy tale.

And... And I wasn't dealt a winning hand.

No, I was an orphan, raised in foster homes.

Lost most of my 30s to drinking, dead-end jobs,

even living out of my car.

But I met this man at a Church soup kitchen

-and his faith changed my life. -Yeah, okay.

He saw something in me that I couldn't see in myself.

And not only that,

he happened to have a daughter, the most beautiful girl

I have ever seen in my life,

who laughed at my jokes and even liked my cooking.

She was totally out of my league,

but today,

not only is this man my business partner,

but he's my father-in-law.

And what are the odds of that?

So my point is, don't worry about price right now.

Just take a look at these rings again,

and think about what's possible.

Congratulations, George. She's gonna be so happy!

Let's hope so. Thanks again.

Hey, I'm expecting that wedding invite!

So much money for ring, and you shooting blindfold.

I no understanding why

you don't just let the woman choose.

Where's the magic in that?

Either they hate the ring or pretend to like.

It's a leap of faith.

Grace loves the ring I proposed to her with.

How do you know for sure?

I know Grace.

Hm.

So, ready to keep losing?

I am tired and I forgot my heart medication at home.

Get home safe.

Mm... Even better than last time.

Did you change something?

-It's just the mirin. -Ah, I should have known.

-It's always the mirin sauce. -

How was your day, Opa?

It was good actually. I sold an engagement ring.

Oh! The ol' probable or possible spiel?

It's no spiel, Grace, when it's the truth.

You never get tired of telling our story?

Never.

- -Who's that?

Oh, it's just this duct cleaning service

that keeps spamming me.

-Same one again? -Mm-hmm, they won't stop.

Well, you can always block them.

It's no big deal. Are you done?

Yeah, I'm still picking. You barely touched yours.

Oh, you know, I eat too fast, you know that.

Isn't 713 a Houston area code? Where you grew up?

Spammers call from everywhere. I must be on some list

Yeah.

Okay...

Excuse me? Hello? You need a bag?

What?

Your dog did their business there.

This is my shop.

I can't control where he goes, man.

Okay sure, but is it so hard to, like, scoop it up?

Like, I'm sorry, I've seen you out here before

and I tell you, I have to clean this up every single time.

Listen, man, I was minding my own business.

You should do the same, okay?

I'm just gonna ask you one more time.

Someone could step in it.

Then that's their problem.

What, you can't watch where you're walking?

Your eyes too small?

Hey.

Hey.

Hey!

Jerk!

Why you let him talk to you like that?

You kill 'em with kindness, Hannah.

Isn't that what they say?

They also say nice guys finish last.

Hey.

You saw Grace last week, yeah?

We had lunch on Thursday.

She seem okay?

I don't know. She's been... distracted.

She seemed fine to me.

Yeah, okay. I'm sure you're right.

I just figured I'd ask, since you two are so close.

-Good night. -All right. Bye.

This is my story

This is my song

Praising my Savior All the day long

This is my story, This is my song

Praising my Savior

- -All the day long

Perfect submission

-Oh! -Perfect divine

Agents of rapture, Numbers on my side

Angels descending, Bring from above

Angels of mercy, Whispers of love

Deacon Yoon was asking if I could spearhead

the fall mission's fundraiser.

And I was thinking we could stop by the farmer's market

on the way home. Get decorations.

Maybe some pumpkins and carve jack-o-lanterns?

It's just, um,

I promised Hannah that I'd get some coffee

with her this afternoon. But, you know,

I can take an Uber from here, so you can go home

and watch the Patriots.

Oh... Oh, uh. Sure.

Are you sad?

You're sad. I can cancel with Hannah.

Oh no, no, no, no. It's totally okay.

Okay.

I really do love doing jack-o-lanterns with you.

-Raincheck? -Of course.

Okay.

'Kay. See ya.

-Bye. -Bye.

-Coffee. -Oh, thank you.

Where is Grace going?

Um, meeting Next-Door-Hannah.

Mmm.

Opa! Darling...

Yeah, hi. Sorry to interrupt your coffee.

No, that's okay. Um, Hannah says hi.

-Does she? -Yeah. Um, what's up?

Um, could you bring dinner on your way home?

-I don't feel like cooking. -Sure. Maybe some pad Thai?

Opa?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah,

whatever you feel like is fine.

-Okay, I'll see you soon. Bye. -Okay, bye.

The defendant, Eugene Park...

His lawyer will have you believe

that he is a loving husband,

a man of faith,

a pillar of his community.

They will tell you that he's not capable

of criminal conduct.

Well, don't be fooled.

The Commonwealth's evidence will show

that behind that postcard veneer,

there is something much darker,

something sinister.

The truth is...

Mr. Park was a man that was possessed

-by jealousy, by rage. -

This man is no saint.

This man, ladies and gentlemen,

is a cold-blooded killer.

Hey.

Oh, I got us dinner.

You took too long. I was starving.

I'm sorry.

Can I make you a plate?