Rectify

Previously on Rectify:

My period's late.

I was passed out from the choke hold he put on me.

You think I'd let him pull my pants down if I'd have been awake?

No, no. Of course not.

If you tell anybody about this, Carl... I swear to God.

So, you'd let him plea out of it...

Give me another option, Roland,

one that saves both of us.

For later on.

Are they shrooms?

You already know what to do, Daniel.

Just got to remember it.

Mom, what's for lunch? I'm hungry.

Honey, don't come out here.

I told you... Stay in your room.

Oh.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm not used to knocking on my own door.

That's okay.

Did I hear a child's voice?

His dad just dropped him by.

I get him on weekends.

Is monarch bothering you?

No. He's... he's... he's fine.

Hmm.

So, you know, uh, Lezley?

Everybody knows Lezley...

Whether they want to admit it or not.

You staying over there now?

No. I...

I just went over there the other night and...

Never left.

I used to go there a lot when I was younger.

It's like a rite of passage.

So that's what that was.

Mm.

You can finish your beer, Daniel.

Take as long as you like.

The door, it'll lock behind you.

I'll just take it with me.

It's...

Daniel.

Yes?

Be careful.

Was it me,

or could it have been anybody last night?

Sometimes...

I do things I don't have a good answer for.

I understand.

Daniel Holden.

As free as the wind blows.

Feels real, don't it?

Fixing to warm up.

It's good for catfish.

I don't think I need to know how many weeks it was, Teddy.

I was there with you.

Oh, I-I know. I just...

I just thought it was interesting

you could pee on a stick now, and they'd tell you all that. That's all.

I mean, one day it'll be able to tell you

if it's a boy or girl, you know?

I don't think I want to know all that at once.

It's been three minutes.

I can't look.

Oh, my God.

- What? - You're pregnant.

Really?

Says more than five weeks.

Oh, my God!

- Can I say this right now? - What?

You got a bun in the oven right there.

No. You can't say that.

All right. How about this?

How about... How about "we're pregnant"?

No.

How about...

"You're pregnant," Tawney Talbot?

You're pregnant.

I guess I am.

Can't deny.

I prayed about this.

You did?

I just prayed that God's will be done, you know?

And that's all I knew to do... His will be done.

And you're pregnant.

By God, you're pregnant.

I am, Teddy.

With your baby.

Teddy?

Yeah, Tawney?

It's still early.

I know. I know.

Can we keep it a secret?

Enjoy it for a little while, just you and me?

You ain't gonna believe it.

Another one fell.

Another one?

Different tree.

I'm sorry.

I lost track of time.

Three days, Daniel.

I thought I left you a message.

That was Thursday morning.

Right.

Ted and I had to drive around last night looking for you.

I'm sorry.

I-I almost called the sheriff.

I really didn't want to do that.

I know you're not a teenager, Daniel, but...

But you're also not...

Normal.

Your life hasn't been normal,

so how could you expect to be?

Like, I just want to know where you are.

All right, sweetheart?

Of course.

I-I have to go.

I have to get ready.

For what?

I thought I would go to Mr. Gaines' funeral.

That's...

Thoughtful.

Um...

I'll do some work when I get back.

So, you're coming home, then, and staying for a while?

I plan to, yes.

I need to borrow some... Some money for some things.

How much?

$50 will be okay.

I'll pay you back when I get a job.

I'm not worried.

And once I start working,

I-I-I might even buy an old beater truck or...

I could see you in one of those.

Yeah.

How... how are you gonna get there?

Oh, uh...

I thought I'd walk.

Take the car.

I don't want to keep taking your car, Mother.

I don't want you to walk, Daniel.

Please.

Be careful.

Rutherford was a good friend.

Had a sharp mind.

He played a spirited game of bridge.

Wasn't much on the golf course.

He just kind of did that out of obligation or penance.

I know that he was a great father.

We'll miss him.

Holy mother of God.

I-I'm not sure if it's appropriate for...

For me to say something or not.

The irony of it doesn't escape me, of course.

Anyway, uh...

Mr. Gaines used to send me books when I was away.

Three books on the French revolution alone.

He liked revolutions, I guess, especially failed ones.

I discovered a theme running through those books...

That men will see what they want to see

and believe what they want to believe

and fight to the death for those beliefs,

no matter how misguided or hopeless.

Oftentimes I would dream on these events,

of the crowds taking the streets, taking the squares,

and the contagion of menacing fear,

and mercy be damned.

And occasionally, I would...

I would see Mr. Gaines, away from the crowd.

Catch his eye and...

Understand just how difficult it is

for two people to come together

in the face of such intoxicating lunacy.

Truth is, I didn't know Mr. Gaines.

Not really.

His notes that accompanied the books were never personal.

They just talked of the subject matter at hand.

At first I didn't care if he sent them or not.

I...

But I read them.

And he kept sending them.

For 19 years.

Like I said, I...

I don't know why I'm here exactly.

I suppose it might reason that...

I dressed up for him because on more than one occasion...

He dressed up for me.

Thank you.

What the hell was that about?

Gall. Pure gall.

So, you think this plea deal is gonna happen?

I think she wants it to happen.

Get it out of her hair.

I never should have backed that bitch in the first place.

You think he'll take it?

Holden? Shit.

Who knows what he'll do?

He let a man piss on him.