Rectify

Turn around and take your pants off for me.

Good. Pull your underpants down for me.

Turn around.

Now bend over.

Good. Get up.

Turn back around.

All right, these are for you, Daniel.

I'm supposed to take your prison clothes.

Would you like something to drink?

What?

When I come back.

I could bring you something to drink.

A Coke.

Ice?

Sure.

I don't know why you wouldn't ride with us.

Something seemed karmically wrong about that, Mother.

Well, we're late, karma or no.

So have your ID ready and take off all your jewelry.

I've been there a lot more than you, lately. I know the drill.

Ted Jr.'s calling in.

What, does he want to stop at 7-Eleven for a Ding Dong?

We'll see you there, Amantha.

Hey.

Hi, Mom. Tell Dad he better pick it up.

It's gonna suck if we're late for this thing.

Ted, Teddy says pick it up.

- Um, Teddy... - Yeah, Mom.

...could you call me Janet?

- What? - Just for a while.

Just until Daniel gets used to all the changes and everything.

She wants us to call her "Janet" for a while.

I can't imagine what she's going through right now.

Don't assume it's all good.

What do you mean?

Sheriff still believes he was in on it. A lot of people do.

Well, you don't think that, do you?

That he could have done something that horrible to her.

Well, I sure did.

I mean, he was convicted.

What would a rational person think all these years?

Now, hell, I don't know.

I never even met the guy.

Which I still don't understand.

Come on, Tawney, what was I supposed to do?

Go down to death row and introduce myself?

"Hi, I'm Ted.

I'm your new stepbrother and I'm going to be taking over

the business you thought would be yours one day."

I mean, why torture the guy?

I hate to say it,

but we all thought he'd be dead by now anyway.

We are outside the penitentiary gates

awaiting the release of Daniel Holden...

Hey.

Amantha, where are you?

Closer by the day.

If you don't get here soon,

I may have to recruit some people from the crowd to play the family.

At least pick people who are glad he's still alive.

- I'll take a poll. - Have you seen him yet?

- No, not yet. - But he got the suit?

- I was assured he did. - I hope I don't fall apart.

It's okay if you do.

Arriving now behind me,

government-issued...

Oh, you're kidding me.

- What? - Please, can have one question?

- What, Jon? - Roland Foulkes just showed up.

- How you doing today? - Why are the stakes so high?

- That son of a bitch. - So nice to see you.

Channel 11, can I get a comment?

I don't have a comment. So nice to see you again.

They say it's pretty crazy out there.

Where's your tie?

Uh... I couldn't remember.

Remember?

How to... tie it.

It's a...

Windsor knot, I think.

I mean, I could tie it for you.

I mean, I don't know if it's a "Windsor,"

but it's the kind I do on me for church.

Tie it on me, then we transfer it to you?

Almost two decades ago, I prosecuted a case

where Miss Hanna Abigail Dean

was brutally raped and murdered.

DNA testing on material

sitting in some box in an evidence room all these years

is not gonna change that fact to bring that girl back.

We must remember that she was only 16 years old.

A mere child with her whole life ahead of her.

And that life was taken

in the most heinous manner I personally have ever seen.

Senator, sources are reporting

that Mr. Holden is still considered a suspect

in spite of the DNA results.

Well, I'm sure our current DA will address

some of these complex procedural questions

this new breed of lawyer loves to go on about.

I'm just here to remind y'all of a few things

that seem to have gotten lost in this DNA hysteria.

Daniel Holden confessed to raping Hanna.

He confessed to killing Hanna.

Now, where I come from, we put a lot of stock

in that sort of thing.

And, please...

please don't report that he was exonerated.

The sentence was vacated on a technicality,

which sure as hell does not make him an innocent man.

I don't know who picked out your tie,

but they sure have style.

- There was nothing... - Technicality, my ass.

It wasn't his sperm.

Senator's just doing what he does best.

Stay on message, keep it simple, repeat, repeat, repeat.

Ever heard of forced confession, asshole?

Amantha, please.

I should just walk over there and kill him right now.

Let them take me straight to death row. Skip the middleman.

Just remember, everything we do is being watched and judged.

- Can I at least flip him the bird? - No.

Everyone can say their hellos to Daniel briefly

and then we have to go straight to the press conference.

"Hellos and introductions," you mean.

I don't know why these two are even here.

More family looks better.

Remember, just because he's getting out

doesn't mean this thing is over yet.

- At least look like you give two shits. - Amantha, please.

The suit fits you perfect. God damn.

I mean, perfect.

You are perfect, brother. You are so... damn perfect.

Hello, Daniel.

Hello, Mother.

Oh... oh, God.

Sweetheart.

We're not here to play politics today.

We are here because Daniel Holden

was convicted of murder

and sentenced to death.

We are here because of the perverse miracle

that Daniel is still alive

and because of the outright fluke

that crucial DNA evidence was not lost

or thrown away

or destroyed.

We are here because the DNA testing

conclusively disputes

that there was a sole perpetrator

or that the sole perpetrator was Daniel Holden

as the state had claimed.

Let's hope that the prosecution and politicians

go after the real killers

instead of going after an innocent man a second time.

Daniel.

- Lord's watching over you. - We support you!

Glad to have you back, Daniel.

- Killer! - Hello.

I'm not sure what to make

of this drastic change of course in my life.

I'm certainly not against it.

Over the past two decades,

I have developed a strict routine

which I follow religiously, you might say.

A way of living and thinking

or not thinking as was often the point of...

well, the point.

This way of being didn't encourage the contemplation

that a day like today could ever occur

or a tomorrow like tomorrow...

will be for me now.

I had convinced myself that kind of optimism

served no useful purpose in the world where I existed.

Obviously, this radical belief system was flawed

and was, ironically,

a kind of fantasy itself.

At the least, I feel that...

those specific coping skills

were best suited to the life there...

behind me.

I doubt they will serve me so well

for the life in front of me.

So I will seriously need to reconsider my world view.

Now would be a good time

to thank anyone.

Yes, thank you.

There are many people to thank.

My mother and sister

for their enduring love, devotion, and faith.

Getting carsick, Danny?

What?

I don't know.

I feel sleepy and I don't know why.

Go to sleep, then. Why not?

I'll keep both hands on the wheel.

Hey.

He fell asleep?

Like a rock. Almost the whole way.

Right into the garage.