South of Hell

So, what do I have to do to get you to, you know,

to go out with me?

What do you call this?

Being neighborly.

I'm taking about a real date, Maria.

We both get dolled up, I take you out.

Dinner, dancing. People still do that?

Yeah, the old-fashioned ones.

Those are my favorite kind.

I like that about you.

Where'd you go?

Sorry. I just...

A memory. It's nothing.

The last time I got close to a guy,

it didn't work out too well.

Okay. Tell me.

Um...

Back in Memphis.

He was the only man I ever really loved.

I lost him.

Only a fool would leave you.

It wasn't like that.

He was murdered.

Oh, my God.

Did they ever catch the killer?

Abigail!

So, what about you?

I had a girl.

Met her when I was at infantry school.

You loved her?

Very much. Yeah.

- What happened? - Car accident.

It's hard to keep going above ground

when the ones you love are below.

But, you know,

I'm ready to spend some time with someone.

I'd like to, and I want to,

but I'm just not ready yet.

Until I can make peace with myself,

I'm not good for anyone else.

All right.

I'm a patient man.

Okay?

To patience?

We spend so much of our lives building up walls,

trying to keep people out.

Afraid if they could see what we really are inside,

they might turn away in horror.

But maybe we're more afraid of what happens if they don't.

Hey, Lucy. Can you grab me a beer?

Luce, you here?

89 degrees. Partial clearing tonight

with a low of 74.

Oh.

Oh, you feel so good.

Oh, so much better than my husband.

Lucy?

What the hell do you mean you're out of stock?

A temporary setback.

Those Society of Sons of bitches

interrupted my flow of product.

But you can red-light your distress,

'cause that situation is being rectified duly.

What the hell did he just say?

We're getting our business back on its feet

and you're gonna need to be patient.

Patient? You're the only game in town now.

After the crazy shit I've seen lately,

you'd need something to take the edge off too.

Come back tomorrow, beautiful lady,

and we'll have everything you need.

But if you need to release some endorphins before them,

I know some other ways to make you feel good.

Sorry, daddy's got me on curfew.

Some people have no self-control.

Grace, before we go any further,

are you sure you're ready for this?

Yeah. Why?

I've never met anyone like you before in my life.

The minute you came back, I felt it, Grace.

You are the most perfect thing I have ever seen.

And I just don't want to mess that up.

What do you mean?

You know what?

I almost got you killed the other day.

You saved my life.

Look, I can decide for myself

who and what is good for me or not.

- Hmm. Hmm? Hmm? - Hmm?

Mmm.

What?

It's Maria.

She's probably waiting for me at Frogmore's.

I got a lead on another job.

Guy's supposed to meet us there after breakfast.

Why you eating my food?

You have your own.

I know, but yours looks better.

Well, it is better because it's mine.

What's got you in such a good mood?

Oh, I'm not.

Mmm.

Excuse me for interrupting. I know I'm early.

I went by your booth but you were not there.

Can I?

- You're the guy who called me? - My name is Terence Clay.

My... there's something wrong with my wife.

She's doing unspeakable things with men.

Strangers. Sins of the flesh.

Look, Mr. Clay, just because your wife

is cheating on you doesn't mean that she's possessed.

No, no. You don't understand. Okay?

My wife is the true believer.

She's the pious one. Okay?

Even when the Devil tempted me into the arms of other women,

she forgave me and she's meek.

That was her strength.

Maybe she's tired of being a doormat.

He's right. Excuse us.

This isn't the kind of thing I can help you with.

She's making me watch.

What do you mean?

It's happening. It's happening again.

Lucy. Wedding ring.

That's... that's... That is my wife.

- Her hands are all over him. - Calm down.

She's tying his hands together.

She's tying his hands together!

Shh.

- Calm down, Mr. Clay. - It's a m... it's a motel.

It's a motel.

Do you see a name?

Para-Dice.

She's in Para-Dice!

Para-Dice?

Hey. I need to talk to you.

- Where were you this morning? - That's my business.

You need to stay away from the Abascals.

Why?

These are dangerous people, especially David.

But they're good enough to help fight your holy war,

just not good enough for me.

Maria and David are not like you and me.

You know who their father was.

So? Lanie Parsing said I was the daughter of a whore.

Does that make me bad too?

It's not true.

Stop lying to me!

I went online.

I found the newspaper articles

about what happened at that nightclub.

The place you shot Dean Parsing's father wasn't just a bar.

It was a brothel.

Claire was a special woman.

Just like you.

Then who was she?

All these crazy things are happening to me.

I need to know the truth about where I came from.

Where you came from.

Gracie, you are here now,

and that's all that matters.

Stay away from the Abascals.

What happened? How can I help?

You can't.

How long have you had that?

You think this guy's for real?

He thinks it's real. I'm sure of that much.

- I don't know. - Mr. Clay?

What's up?

He's out. Those visions must leave him wasted.

Lucy.

Ooh. Pancake party.

Pancake party.

What's with you this morning?

What do you mean?

You're dragging our asses across town

looking for Don Juan's wife and you're breaking out into song.

I'm just in a good mood.

It's not dope. I swear.

- Just be careful, David. - No way.

I've seen you with Grace.

She's not like Charlotte.

Can't you just be happy for me?

What is it? Shit.

Looks like a wild night gone bad.