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I'm sorry...
Sorry. I'm heartily sorry.
I'm heartily sorry. I'm sorry for having offended thee. I am...
See?
It just started. We're fine.
All right. Can you grab us a seat?
We'll be there in a minute.
Eve?
Are you feeling all right?
Frank.
Frank, get Missy and Hope and get them out of here.
You understand?
No. What do you mean?
I-- um, I, uh-- I left something for Hope
in Father Kinder's office.
What is it?
Just-- just go. Go.
Take-- take them there, okay?
Yeah, it's so good to see you, Frank.
Grace and peace of our Lord Jesus Christ,
the love of God and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit
be with you all.
This is the greeting we often hear at the beginning of mass.
It comes from the...
It comes from the greetings
that St. Paul used in his letters.
Ladies and gentlemen, we're at 19,000 feet in our descent.
we'll be landing in about 20 minutes.
It has been a pleasure to have you on board today.
We'll see you on the ground shortly.
... 13 dead and 11 injured.
Evelyn Marie Sullivan was arrested
just moments after the carnage. Police say...
Dr. Thomas?-she was taken into custody...
- Yeah, yes? - I'm Special Agent Molcheck.
- Please, call me Don. - I'll be taking you to the police station.
Wonderful.-... Catholic Church,
where Ms. Sullivan had been a lifetime member.
What makes a person do something like that?
I guess I'll find out.-... are still in shock
and are struggling to understand how this could happen.
Bunch of vultures, huh?
- Hello, officers. - Sir.
- Dr. Donald Thomas. - Doctor.
How are you? Nice to see you.
- Come on. This way. - Oh, oh.
So what, they changed shifts?
You're usually here...
Mike, how are you?
- Great to see you. - How you doing?
Great, thanks for having me here.
Sir, do you want me to be present?
Not right now.
Also, those local guys,
I don't want, uh, them anywhere near the press, okay?
Yes, sir.
So...
I want this done as quick as possible.
This girl is sane enough to stand trial,
so it's an easy job for you.
This is a preliminary eval, right?
I can't just pencil whip something together--
She shot up a church on Easter Sunday.
Women, kids, old ladies, and a goddamn priest.
- Got it. - If I can't get an execution on this,
then we don't have a justice system.
Yeah, I hear what you're saying.
Now, the woman, what does she say?
She says the devil told her to do it,
and then she quotes Jesus.
She's a calculating little monster.
- Okay, so my plan then will be-- - Your plan is to write a report
that states that she is sane enough to stand trial.
You got me fuckin' raisin?
I asked for blueberry.
Well, do you want mine? It's plain.
Where's my coffee?
Sir.
She just keeps whispering.
Ms. Sullivan?
Dr. Thomas.
You can call me Don.
May I call you Eve?
So, as I explained to you before,
this is just formality.
I want to make that very clear to you.
And for the record, you've agreed
not to have an attorney present during this interview.
Is that right?
Yeah.
Why is that, Ms. Sullivan?
Are-- are you completely sure?
Completely sure.
You do know it's your civil right to have counsel.
As I told Agent Stafford--
Assistant Director Stafford.
Assistant Director Stafford...
there isn't a lawyer in the world who can help me.
Don't you agree?
I'm not so sure that I do.
Just give me the confession. I'll sign it.
Why do we have to go through all this bullshit?
Don't you want to make it easy?
Well, we might as well make use of the time.
These gentlemen flew me all the way out here
just to talk to you, and at considerable expense.
Oh.
Did they fly you first class?
They've been generous.
No reason for the federal government to be frugal, I suppose.
Does Assistant Director Stafford have to be here for this?
Shall we begin?
Okay, before we start, I'm gonna need you to sign this waiver here.
Uh, you can read it if you like.
It just states that you've
declined to have your attorney present.
Thank you.
Writing already?
- Just a note. - Hm. Why?
Do I have the handwriting of a killer?
No. I wouldn't say that you do.
More the handwriting of a third-grade teacher.
Second.
Oh, sorry. That's right. Second grade.
So, what about that?
Can we talk about your teaching career?
Why?
It was a big part of your life, I presume.
And what does my life story have to do with any of this?
Everything, perhaps.
I was a teacher.
End of story.
Is it?
Look, I did it. Everyone knows I did it.
It's open and shut, right?
Not necessarily.
Well then, tell me what I have to say to get the chair,
and I'll say it.
Is that what you want?
The death penalty?
If I say yes, what does it do for my chances?
Well, that would be up to the jury.
What were you whispering when I came in here?
You don't want to answer that?
It's personal.
Well, you understand that I am here
to talk about personal things?
Then ask me something else.
Okay.
Why don't we talk about your husband?
Ex-husband.
Hey, next one, put it on me, okay?
Okay.
I'm Darren.
Hi. I'm Eve.
I, uh, haven't seen you in here before.
Oh, yeah, it's my first time.
Are you here alone?
No. Um, my friend Jessica's here. she's in the bathroom.
Oh. Jessica. Is she is hot as you are?
What?
That was inappropriate, I'm just being honest.
I mean...
Thanks. Who's this?
This is Darren.
You must be Jessica.
I have heard everything about you.
Oh. Hi, Darren.
Hi.
How do you two know each other?
Oh, we just met, like, 30 seconds ago.
We were just kind of trying to get to know each other.
- Yeah. - Oh.
I see.
Oh, you know what? I think I need a refill.
- You want anything? - No, I'm good.
Thank you.
She seems nice.
Uh, so, Eve.
Mm-hmm?
What are you doing on this side of town?
Oh, my God.
Lock it. Lock it!
Come here.
How long did you date?
A couple years, on and off.
It was never that serious.
But you got married.
Why?
Darren, say something.
Are you sure?
Of course I'm sure.
And it's, uh, mine?
Really, Darren? It's not like you were my flavor of the month.
This is really a lot for me to process.
I know.
So what are you gonna do?
What are "we" gonna do?
Yeah, uh...
You know what? I'll, uh...
I'll take care of everything, okay?
Uh, you don't have to worry about a thing.
What exactly do you mean by that?
I'll pay for the abortion.
What? Eve?
Eve. I'm-- I'm trying, Eve.
Did you get the abortion?
Of course not. I'm Catholic.
- Oh. - It's not like I wanted to marry the son of a bitch.
I had no choice.
- You felt obligated. - I was obligated.
Because of your religious beliefs?
Of course.
Did you love him?
I tried.
Um, hey! Not even a tip for your driver?
Thanks for the lift.
I love you.
I know.
I love you too.
You forgot your water.
I see. Thank you.
See you tonight.
I can't wait.
I just wanted a normal relationship.
Sounds like you had that, to a certain extent.
If fucked up is normal.
Well, if you think about it, we're all screwed up on some level.
And what level are you?
I'm serious.
What's your story?
- Let's continue. - You're married, right?
We're not here to talk about me.
So, you were pregnant, about to give birth.
I need to go to the bathroom.
Okay, we're gonna take a break in about 10 minutes.
Do you think you can wait?
- No. - No?
Oh, Daniel? Daniel.
Back in your seat, please. Thank you.
Okay.
I need to go now.
All right, yeah.
Miss Sullivan, I need my pass.
Oh, um, okay.
Uh, you know what? Actually, you don't need a pass.
Go-- go ahead. You're fine.
Oh, oh, oh!
Oh, God!
Evie?
Hey.
Eve.
You're gonna be okay.
The doctor said that you're gonna be fine
and that you can go home tomorrow.
Oh.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
We'll try for another one, okay?
At the time, I thought I was being punished.
For what?
Cursing. Lying to my mom.
Skipping church in 10th grade.
I don't know. Take your pick.
You think such trivial things warrant that kind of punishment?
Well, a sin is a sin, doctor.
But I later realized Mikey's little soul was being spared
from that creep.
When horrible things like that happen, we naturally
search for a reason and to ask why.
We want things to make some kind of sense,
to have a logical explanation,
but sometimes things just happen.
You actually believe that.
Excuse me.
Sorry about that.
No, take it. What do I care?
It's not important.
Who is it?
Nobody.
- Mm. - Um...
So what happened after you lost the baby?
Michael.
His name is Michael.
As you believe that Jesus rose from the dead,
so may you live with him forevermore in joy.
Come on, Eve!
You said just a minute!
We're gonna be late. Please.
Sweet Mikey, who has gone to his eternal rest,
may he be one with the one who is life eternal.
And may the beauty of his life...
shine forevermore.
Amen.
Did you and Darren try again?
For a while, yeah.
And...
It's hard to get pregnant by someone who repulses you.
Evie, I'll be back in a couple.
What? Where are you going?
Wayne called. I'm going to the Roost.
I'm cooking dinner.
Don't worry about it. I'll eat something later, okay?
I've already started.
Bye, hon.
Are you kidding me?
Darren!
Son of a...
bitch!
Is there anything I can do?
Uh, there's a couple glasses on the table.
You're not talking about glasses on the table.
I don't know, Mom.
I guess it's just something that Darren and I have to work out.
Honey...
- maybe if you just-- - Get divorced?
Evelyn Marie, I was not going to say that.
I was going to tell you to get counseling.
There's a new young priest at church.
Maybe you should give him a call.
Pat.
Is that a beard?
Working on one.
For hunting season.
Oh, you're a hunter now, huh?
I didn't know you two were coming.
Well, I needed someone to help me
with all the food that I cooked.
What did you do with all my beer?
I gave them to dad.
All of them?
All two of them.
- Shit. - I made you a plate.
It's in the refrigerator.
Darren, I was just telling Eve
that there's a new priest at church.
So?
I think we should go see him.
About what?
About us, Darren. Us.
Us?
Just to talk.
No harm in that.
I'm gonna go wash this stink off.
Tell me about your parents.
Leave them out of this.
Uh, Patrick and Anne. Good parents?
Great. The best.
Were you close with them as a child?
My childhood has nothing to do with this.
How about later, as an adult?
You know what, doctor? I'm gonna need some coffee.
I'll see what I can do.
Hey, could we get a couple coffees, maybe some sandwiches?
Uh, we ain't a café.
- I can go get you some coffees. - Thank you.
Donald Thomas?
Yeah?
I'm with, uh, Platwood's Credit Union. I have a delivery.
Is this about the mortgage?
I-- I know I'm a couple days late.
30 days past due.
This is a notice of default.
You're foreclosing? I thought I had--
No, no, no. Not yet. Let's hope we can avoid that.
The notice will have details and, uh, a deadline for payment
before we start foreclosure proceedings.
I'll have the money to you in a couple of days.
Signature please.
Thank you, sir.
Have a wonderful day.
Yeah. You too.
- DJ? - Are we gonna have to move?
No, no, no, no. Everything's fine.
Dad, we could lose the house. He just said--
No, we're not gonna lo-- it's all a misunderstanding, okay?
Does this mean there's no money for college?
No, it does not mean that. You're going to college.
Everything's fine. Got it?
- Yeah. - And look, don't say anything about this to your mom.
You know how she gets.
Fine.
Doctor?
- Oh. Thank you. - Mm-hmm.
I firmly resolve with the help of thy grace
to sin no more and...
One coffee.
What was that you were saying?
Nothing.
Okay. Then let's continue.
Is this fun for you?
Grilling me?
I wouldn't say fun.
Well, if you don't like it, why do it?
Oh, don't-- don't get me wrong. I...
I love what I do.
Being a shrink?
Well, not...
I'm not really. I used to be.
Then what are you now?
I'm-- I'm more of a writer now.
Huh. What do you write?
Books now, mainly.
- Anything I would know? - No.
Not unless you read the American Journal of Psychology.
I-- I haven't had any books published yet.
That's why you're here, isn't it?
To write a book about me?
No. That's not my intent.
Maybe you should.
Okay. Let's get back to you and Darren.
You mentioned counseling. Did that help?
Wayne!
- Hey, Evie. - Where is he?
- Who, Darren? - Who the fuck do you think I'm talking about?
Uh, he ain't here.
Cut the shit, Wayne, I know he was here.
Yeah, he was here, but he just left, Evie.
Okay, did he mention that we have an appointment?
Uh, no.
Look, maybe you two crossed each other on the way in.
Oh, hey, hey, hey!
Want to take a shot?
Maybe next time then, huh?
You must be Eve.
- Yeah, yeah. - Father Kinder. It's nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
Have a seat.
You're so...
Young?
Yeah.
Well, if I mess up, that's my excuse.
Shall we, uh, wait for your husband?
The bastard's not coming.
Sorry, Father. I'm...
I'm just upset. And he's not gonna be here for this, it's just...
Hey, there's no need to apologize to me.
Um, priests freak him out a bit?
Marriage freaks him out.
I see.
Well, um, shall we continue
without the bastard?
You have to wonder how much
you really know about yourself at that age.
Not to mention truly knowing another person.
Once it's done, it's done.
'Til death do us part.
Look, it just seems to me that everyone gives up a little too easily.
They can't wait for the cookies to be finished baking,
so they take 'em out of the oven with five minutes to go.
The dough is a little too raw, too chewy.
But if they just had some patience,
let them cook the extra five minutes,
they could have the most delicious cookies they've ever eaten,
but they'll never know.
So it's about cookies.
Exactly.
What does he know? He doesn't even have a wife.
That's not the point. You stood me up.
Well, did it even help?
Uh, it might have, you know, if you had been there.
Okay, Eve.
Why don't you just tell me what he said?
This marriage is a fucking joke.
- If that's how you feel, then leave. - I'm not divorcing you.
Why? You don't love me.
It doesn't even seem like you like me.
That-- that's not true!
It's not true?
Did you ever love me, Eve?
Tell me the truth.
I-- oh, my God.
Your call earlier.
It was your wife, wasn't it?
It was.
And you called her a nobody.
Not what I meant, obviously.
How long you two been married?
A long time.
Happily?
Hey!
Don, DJ's sleeping.
Sorry.
Don't we dry clean these shirts?
It's all-- it's all wrinkled.
What do you need your suit for?
Mike Stafford called.
He wants me to go to Phoenix tomorrow.
Phoenix? Is this about that church shooting?
He wants me to do an assessment.
On the shooter? What do you think he'll pay you?
I don't-- I don't know. I didn't want to bring it up.
I didn't feel like it was the right time, you know?
You're kidding me?
I owe him a favor. You know that.
A favor? Yeah.
Well, a favor isn't gonna pay our mortgage.
Is this gonna lead to something more permanent?
I don't know, maybe.
I'm not even sure that I'd-- I'd be interested.
Well, I think it's time
for you to get interested in something, huh?
Jerry is pitching my rewrite to Random House.
I feel really good about it.
Honey, come on.
You know Random House is a long shot.
Hey, thanks so much for that vote of confidence.
We have our ups and downs.
Just like everyone.
Kids?
A son.
17.
High school.
Uh, yeah. Just-- just graduating.
He wants to go into the medical field.
Good for him.
Now look who's grilling who.
I say it's only fair.
We should make use of what limited time we have.
So let's get back to you.
Yeah. Um, I think I'm just gonna need a bathroom break.
Of course. Um, I'll make that happen.
Hey, she needs to use the bathroom.
Well, she can just piss herself as far as I'm concerned.
And that would be you who would have to clean it up?
I was hoping you would.
- Don! - What is it?
You're not getting paid
a freaking dime for this.
- I called him myself. - You did what?
They said that you volunteered?
- I mean, what the hell, Don? - I told you--
Oh, there you go again. Just letting people walk all over you like you do.
Faye.-You can't afford to do this.
Not in our current situation. I mean--
Seriously?
Take it or leave it.
I'm gonna unlock these handcuffs.
You're not gonna move, not even an inch.
Then I'm gonna walk towards that doorway.
At that point, you walk very slowly
and displaying an enormous amount of lethargy,
will rise and, well...
Dr. Thomas, Dr. Thomas! - Dr. Thomas.
Can I have a word with you?
I'm here with New York Times bestselling author,
Dr. Donald Thomas, expert consultant on the case.
Dr. Thomas, what can you tell us
about the shooter, Eve Sullivan?
Well, all I can say is, at this time I'm conducting
a preliminary evaluation. I can't give any specifics
until I finish with my assessment.
- Why did she do it? - That's one of the things that I will determine.
But, like I said, no specifics at this time.
I'm sorry. I can't give specifics at this time.
You got enough?
Sorry. What?
Are you done with her yet?
Uh, no. We're-- uh, we're just on a break.
Look, I really need you to wrap this thing up.
There's a lot to unpack here, Mike.
She's really smart.
I don't give a fuck if she's smart.
All I need you to do is write down on that paper
that the girl is sane and fit to stand trial.
- Understand? - I understand.
- I don't think you do. - But there's something-
Listen to me.
You are here because I am doing you a favor.
You fucked up in Pittsburgh.
- Here's your chance to straighten everything out. - Yes, sir.
So just write down on the fucking paper
that the girl is sane and fit to stand trial.
- You understand? - I do.
Feeling better?
Yeah.
Let's see. We left off with counseling and Father Kinder.
Is he dead?
Why? Was he in the church?
Yeah.
I don't know. I wasn't given a list of the deceased.
Eve, did you know everybody in that church?
She is so beautiful.
- Oh, thank you. - Ah.
Did we bring the extra battery?
Yeah. It's in the center console of the car.
- You want me to get it? - No, Frank.
I wanted you to put it in the diaper bag like I asked you to.
Hello, Hope.
- Would you like to hold her? - Oh, I'd love to.
Hello there, sweetheart.
I never get to do this.
You're a natural.
I knew everyone.
One would think that you cared about these people.
Of course I did.
Very much so.
I could have gone to any church. I had that choice. I just-
Well, you didn't.
What do you mean, "you had that choice"?
Just that I...
Eve, you said in your statement that the devil made you do it.
- What does that mean? - It means what it means.
You care to elaborate?
I wouldn't be doing myself any favors.
I'm afraid I don't understand.
Ever heard of a facetious remark?
What could I possibly say...
to satisfy anyone?
It-- it's either that or...
I am pure evil, and that-- that's not true.
You do realize how...
hard this is for anyone to understand?
Doctor...
everyone in that church...
was Catholic.
They're all saved.
- Saved? - I know where they're going.
They're all gonna be fine.
That's all that matters. Don't you get that?
No. I'm afraid I don't.
I'm home.
Oh, geez!
I-- I thought you weren't gonna be back 'til 3:00.
Eve.
Eve...
Eve, I am so sorry.
Jess.
Eve.
Will you say something, Eve?
I-- I-- I didn't want to do it like this.
I didn't-- I didn't want to tell you like this.
Oh, it is so hard to get this comforter straight.
Pack your shit, and get the fuck out of this house.
I filed for divorce the next day.
And Darren?
Oh, he didn't skip a beat.
He moved right in with the bitch.
Your friend.
That's quite the betrayal.
Yeah. Some friend, huh?
I wasn't exactly surprised.
As far as I was concerned, they deserved each other.
I just wanted him out of the house.
Then it all went to shit.
What the?
What...
What the hell is going on?
You Evelyn Marie Sullivan?
Yes.
Agent Flack, FBI.
We have a warrant for your arrest.
Wha-- what? What is this all about?
- What-- no. What is going on? - You're being arrested for
possession, solicitation, and selling child pornography.
Ms. Sullivan, you have the right to remain silent.
- What? - Anything you say can and will be used against you
in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney.
What?
This is an account to a now defunct adult video site.
You recognize it?
No.
Hm. It's under your name and address.
Want to take another look?
I-- I--
Look, I...
I don't know. I mean, maybe.
My husband and I tried to spice things up a little bit
a few years back, but that was a long time ago.
I don't know. Maybe this is something we signed up for.
So it is possible that you registered this account.
It's possible, but it's Darren's computer.
Darren. That's your husband?
Soon to be ex.
- Okay. - What does this matter anyway?
Porn is legal, right?
Oh, yeah. It is. Absolutely.
But pornography involving minor children,
that's a whole different matter.
What? No, no. That's not what this is.
You know, it may appear so,
but this site allows access to other sites
using the same account.
Now, are you aware of that?
I-- like I said, I never used it. I-- no.
Ms. Sullivan, hundreds of illegal images and videos
were downloaded by this account,
many of which are currently saved
on your computer.
I-- I don't know anything about any of this at all.
You have a PayDine account.
A what? No. Why?
Come on now.
Think about your answers very carefully.
Many of the images on your computer were traded for money.
Money which was deposited into a PayDine account
under your name.
So I'm gonna ask you again.
You have a PayDine account?
I think I need a lawyer.
They obviously didn't believe you.
They had their minds made up.
They offered you a plea deal, right?
Why didn't you take it?
Because I wasn't guilty.
So you thought a trial was the better option?
Well, it would've been if they didn't lie their asses off under oath.
The prosecution calls Jessica Fowler to the stand.
Would it be fair to say you know the defendant very well?
We were roommates from our second semester in college.
Where you lived together over the course of three and a half years,
except, of course, semester breaks
- and some months over the summer. - Yes.
Mr. Sullivan, you expect the court to believe
that your wife, the defendant, went out into cyberspace
with all the free time she has teaching at the school,
- and collected these pornographic images of children? - Yes, I do.
We did go on breaks together too.
One summer she came to stay with my family.
And how many people does your family consist of?
Me, my brother, my sister, and my mother.
You also had access to this website account, correct?
- I didn't even know about it. - Bullshit.
I hardly even had time to mess with that computer.
Is that because you spent most of your time getting drunk?
- Objection. - The summer the defendant spent with you,
how old were your siblings at that time?
My brother would've been 16,
- and my sister was 13. - How was the summer?
Was it as relaxing as break should be for students?
It started off fine. But about a week in,
my mom made me tell Eve she had to leave.
Well, that doesn't sound very hospitable.
What could have possibly prompted your mother
to rescind the invitation?
Um, my mom found Eve and Sammy.
- Sammy? - My brother.
She caught them in the garage.
In the garage doing what?
Having sex.
Did you ever suspect your wife to be interested in
pornographic material of that nature?
All I knew is that she didn't want anything to do with me.
Is that a no?
No. I couldn't believe it when I found out.
She's obviously not the person I thought I knew.
I didn't think it was a big deal at the time,
but later on, I realized it was wrong.
You thought it was wrong
that your adult friend engaged in sexual contact
with a young boy of the tender age of 16?
And how old was Mrs. Sullivan at that time?
She was 21.
Was all that true?
No. We weren't having sex.
I only blew him.
- You only-- - Which I know wasn't right, but...
He was almost 17. We were drinking.
His mom-- Jess' mom-- really freaked out and overreacted.
You were 21.
Uh, 20. She lied about that too.
Still, what you're talking about is illegal, is it not?
Maybe so, but that's not what I was charged with.
Has the jury reached a verdict?
Yes, Your Honor.
Thank you.
Proceed.
We, the jury, duly empaneled
and sworn in the above-entitled action,
as to the charges of selling and possessing child pornography,
do find the defendant guilty.
- Is this unanimous? - Yes, sir, it is.
Very well. Will the defendant please rise for sentencing?
Ms. Sullivan, you've been found guilty
of charges of possessing and selling child pornography.
It is this judge's opinion that you being a teacher
of elementary-aged children in our community
makes this crime more heinous.
You're to spend no less than 20 years
in the Apache State Correctional Institution,
effective immediately.
Oh, water. Oh, fire. The cross of Christ overcomes all weapons.
Cease with that bullshit, yo!
Tryin' to sleep down here.
Fuckin' come up there and give your ass some real shit to be praying about.
Damn.
Find a seat, pervert.
Girl!
Hey girl!
Right here. Girl?
Bring yourself over here and sit down.
Landa, slide your ass over.
Right here.
Thank you.
My pleasure, baby.
I'm Angel.
I'm Eve.
Oh, I know who you are.
Angel runs shit around here, so you best be respecting.
Uh-uh. You see, we say grace around here when we eat.
- Mm-hmm. - Everybody bow your damn heads.
Go on.
Dear Lord. Thank you for this food.
Thank you for--
Wait a minute.
You's got to give me up an offering.
You see, I'm the Lord round here, babe.
She ain't joking.
Is that it?
Okay.
Don't forget about Landa.
You all right, girl. You all right.
Listen up, bitches.
It's your lucky day.
You see, every day, she gonna sit with us.
And you gonna share everything with us. Ain't that right?
Well, what you fuckers waiting for? Come on!
Get that shit. Get all that. Gimme that motherfuckin' plate. Fuck.
Damn.
She's got her milk.
The power of Christ protects us.
The presence of Christ watches us.
Hey.
Eat these.
Go on.
You gotta promise me something, though.
Did God send you?
We're gonna have to get something straight
about that too. You're gonna have to gone
with that bullshit, girl.
Ain't no God up in here.
Can't you see that?
This is about the last motherfuckin' place
God gonna be coming and checkin' his messages.
And if he was, he'd come down here by now
and made you shut the fuck up.
Thank you.
Hey! Girl!
What's up?
Come on, girl. Get over here.
What the fuck?
You're coming with us, bitch!
Get off me!
What is this?
What's this?
No offerings today?
Why you go off by yourself and disrespect me?
- Fuck off. - Fuck off?
Oh no, she didn't.
Is that how you gonna play it?
Huh?
Listen to me.
It's time to for some atonement up in here.
You hear what I'm saying?
You got to make amends.
That's right!
You got to pay the price.
- Come on. - Yes!
Oh, Jesus.
You callin' on Jesus?
What he gonna do for you?
Angel's the way!
- I'm the way! - Yes!
So don't ever fuck with me again!
Shh--
Let's go. Y'all better talk to this ho.
That's right.
What is it this time, Shones?
Ma'am, I got a tickle in my throat.
Way in the back.
Come over here in the light.
Open wide.
Looks a little red.
I'll get you some lozenges.
I'll be back. Stay here. Don't touch anything.
Mm-hmm.
Yo.
White girl.
Hey.
Roomie.
Bitch, wake up!
Girl, please.
Man, I'm sorry.
Shit is so fucked up, you know.
Girl, you gotta understand something.
It ain't gonna get no better.
You gotta fight.
Do something.
God is not gonna come help you.
Shit, you're praying to the wrong God up in here.
This place is closer to hell than heaven.
You gotta make a choice, girl.
These are not to be traded.
I didn't speak for days.
I stopped praying.
If God wasn't listening to me, then...
maybe something else would.
So I started asking--
it was more like pleading. I was desperate.
I just wished as hard as I could.
It wasn't like anything spoke to me.
I didn't hear voices.
All the sudden, I started to notice
the inmates, guards...
just started to leave me alone.
So long, all you deadbeats!
Y'all gonna miss Angel!
You just wait and see.
What's going on?
They're transferring her ass. She outta here.
Good riddance, bitch.
There was a sense of calm...
a feeling of peace that things would be fine.
Like I could will these wishes into existence.
"Will" them?
Haven't you ever wanted or needed something desperately?
I think we all do from time to time.
No. I mean with, like, every fiber of your being.
Sure.
Like what?
What do you wish for, Don?
I think...
every writer wants to sell a ton of books.
And be rich and famous in all that jazz, right?
Well, it's not the same, obviously.
Just trivial stuff.
Depends on how bad you want it.
Do you think your prayers to this "something"...
were answered?
I got out of prison, didn't I?
Hey.
How'd it go?
You okay?
Jesus.
What's the deal?
You gonna tell me what's going on?
I found your hiding spot in the garage.
What are you--
All those pictures of little kids.
How could you?
You've been going through my shit?
It was you.
Wasn't it?
Babe.
You got it all wrong.
It's not what it looks like.
Not?
You're a liar!
It's strictly business.
That's all.
It's for us.
How do you expect me to pay for this fuckin' house?
Yeah.
Oh, please.
Hello?
My...
you certainly showed him.
Who is this?
I'm your friend, dear.
Would you like some help?
I killed him.
Yes, that is without question.
How did you know?
Darren, he has hunting rifles, yes?
Are you familiar with how to load the rifle?
Perfect. I think you should retrieve the firearm, load it,
put the barrel fully in your mouth,
and then simply pull the trigger.
What about my baby?
Oh, you don't want that poor little thing
growing up without a mommy or a daddy, do you?
I mean, imagine the stigma. A murderer for a mother
locked away in a prison cell for the rest of her life.
Think about what the other kids would say.
Jess left a note before she shot herself.
Blamed Darren for everything. Said he lied on the stand.
And you think this was the result of your...
so-called wishes?
What else could it have been?
I wrote a column once about coincidences
and our tendency to apply cause and effect when there isn't.
This doesn't involve brimstone
and contracts written in blood.
You just ask...
and you receive.
Well, it sounds like you're talking about
bargaining away your soul.
I take it you're not Catholic.
I'm not religious.
You're an atheist?
I guess so. I never really think about it.
I feel bad for you.
Why is that?
Because hell is real.
And that's where you think I'm headed?
That's between you and God.
Well, I always say, if there is a hell,
it must be awfully crowded.
You shouldn't joke about it.
I'm sorry. That was insensitive.
Everyone should believe in something.
I believe in science.
And we scientists like to have proof.
Am I not proof?
You've never told me how to do that.
Girl, I'm not.
- Where you been? - Oh.
Well, I have been with the warden.
I'm gettin' out.
Say what?
Thanks to you.
- To me? - Well...
that day in the infirmary, I listened to you.
Girl, we past that, right?
- Yep. - Aight.
- When you leaving? - Friday.
Hm. Well, you want a Suzy Q?
I got some Reese's Cups down here too.
Ooh, can I have a Suzy Q for later?
Girl, didn't I just offer you that?
- Thank you. - Shit, girl.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Fuckin' neck look like raw meat.
You got HIV or something?
I'm staying the fuck over here.
Eve.
Father Kinder? What are you doing here?
You're like three hours away.
My parents are coming to get me.
You're, um-- you're gonna come with me.
Um...
What? Where are my parents?
You've been through some terrible trying times,
I know that, but God does some things sometimes,
they don't make sense.
I'm fine.
I'm leaving all this shit behind me.
Darren's dead. I have my freedom.
I just want to start over. And quite frankly,
faith is not in the restructuring plan.
Your parents wanted to get a room to stay the night
so they could get here first thing.
It's okay. It's gonna be okay.
Eve, I'm truly sorry.
No. No.
Yeah, at that point I saw no reason to go on.
You know, I just wanted to die.
To kill myself.
But you said suicide was a no-no.
Only if you're getting into heaven.
And I knew that wasn't happening.
But you didn't go through with it, obviously.
I decided to...
consider other options.
Apache State Prison.
Um, hi, I need to schedule a visit with an inmate.
The inmate's name?
Uh, Shortie. Um, last name Shones, I think.
Who is this calling?
Eve Sullivan.
I was her cellmate.
I'm afraid Miss Shones has died.
What?
Shones!
Wh-- what happened?
She took her own life this morning.
Daemon esto subjecto.
Agent-- Assistant Director Stafford...
said they're going to stick poison in my veins
and make an example of me.
He already has his mind made up.
You are just red tape.
Aren't you?
You're here to give him what he wants.
I'm here to do my job.
And you want to make him happy too.
I can tell.
Okay. We need to get to the shootings.
Why?
Help me understand.
Hello, Eve.
- Do I know you? - I should think so.
You've been trying to reach me for the past six nights, dear.
- You-- - If you've had a change of heart, I understand.
I can leave.
I must, however, insist you cease contacting me.
I have a very full schedule, as you can imagine.
Um, uh, come in.
So, you know why I reached out?
I can only assume you're not pleased
with the outcome of our initial arrangement?
My parents are dead.
Yes. Very sorry to hear that.
Fuck you. I didn't want that.
Well, you must know that tragedy with your parents,
that was not my doing.
Oh, she plays dirty, dear.
You're saying you had nothing to do with it?
Oh, your husband and that harlot, yes.
Your parents, no.
You seem surprised.
No one ever thinks she has it in her.
Even though you all know full well
about that clever little trick she played on that man,
Abraham, was it?
Okay, I don't understand.
Why me? And how did you even find me?
Well, when someone such as yourself...
desperately wants something so intensely
it permeates their subconscious...
I seize my opportunity.
Especially when my competitor's too busy to respond.
What's gonna happen to me?
I'm afraid it's not pleasant.
But surely you expected that.
I mean, that's why you're having second thoughts.
I just-- I just want to be with my son.
I'm afraid that's not possible.
Not where you're going.
But that-- that's literally all I care about.
It's all I want. I just want to be with my baby.
Well, that would require a soul.
Well, then I want mine back.
Well, the only way for that to happen
is by changing the terms of our deal.
I'm open to negotiation.
I'm sure we can come to some sort of...
arrangement.
A win-win.
Fine.
I knew you were different.
Not many of my past clients have
the gumption or the tenacity
to negotiate with me after the fact.
Even less willing to go through with the next step.
The next step?
You accept my condition of return.
Condition of return? Wh-- what is that?
Well, it depends on what you're willing to...
Well, for example, do you remember that boy
that set off that bomb in his school just last year?
That was you?
You see, these things aren't easy to regain.
Things of worth never are.
Wouldn't you agree?
Just tell me what I have to do.
Eve.
Why did you decide to do what you did?
Why does it matter?
Your motive matters a great deal.
You wouldn't understand.
You couldn't possibly.
Try me.
Okay.
Can you at least tell me how you went about it?
♪ Well it's a ♪
♪ A lonely world ♪
♪ It's a lonely world ♪
Wayne?
Home sweet home, baby.
Oh wow.
I mean, this place is nice, isn't it?
- Hi. - Hey.
- Oh. Hello. - Hello.
You wanna see the bedroom?
Now, Mr. Shepherd.
you gotta let a girl catch her bearings first.
Wait--
Can I get you a beer, at least?
Yes!
Hey, hey.
Sorry about the wait.
Mm. Wow.
Oh, and hello.
You must be a pretty skilled hunter.
Yeah. I've been doing it my whole life, so, you know.
Do you remember that day that I came over to your house
and you had that big, sexy automatic rifle?
- Can I tell you a secret? - Hm?
I've always had a crush on you.
Have you?
All those years.
Mm. Can I see it?
Your a big ol' gun?
- You want to see the gun? - Mm-hmm.
All right. Okay.
Hey. Don't go nowhere.
Okay.
Okay, here she is, the main attraction.
- That? - Yeah, she's beauty, I promise you.
Check this out. You're gonna love her.
Yes.
Now, she is chambered at 556,
which a lot of folks think is too small these days.
Not too small. Not too small at all.
Sends around down range as much as you want, much as you need.
Killed this sucker right here.
Sight down. Take your breath.
Wait for that perfect moment.
Eve! What are you-- Eve!
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Wayne.
Oh, God. Oh, God.
I asked for forgiveness every single day
And I will continue to do so until the day of my execution.
Just ask?
It's that simple?
I don't make the rules.
Are we done?
Not as far as I'm concerned, but...
we're out of time.
And I think I have what I need.
Well, did I pass?
It's not my job to pass or fail you.
Am I gonna get what I want?
I'm not allowed to discuss my assessment with you.
I hope you get what you want...
Dr. Thomas.
Thank you.
I'll pray for you.
Eve...
why did you do it?
I-- I...
Just...
because.
I detest my sins.
I get it, Mike, but we're talking about someone
who portends to be deeply religious,
and then she goes and does something like this
for apparently no reason whatsoever.
And then she justifies it
by thinking she did her victims a favor.
What the hell is wrong with you?
Can't you see what this girl is trying to do?
Just finish the goddamn report.
Oh my God,
I am heartily sorry for having offended thee.
And I detest all my sins.
Because I dread the loss of heaven...
and the pains of hell.
But most of all because they offend thee, my God,
who are all good and deserving of all my love.
I firmly resolve with the help of thy grace
to confess my sins,
to do penance...
and to amend my life.
Amen.
Next, please?
- Hi, there. - Hi.
You have any bags to check in, Dr. Thomas?
Just this, uh, carry-on.
Okay.
Um...
I see that your flight has been overbooked,
but you care to give up your seat for a $500 travel voucher?
- No, no. Uh, I don't think so. - Are you sure?
We have another flight that leaves at 7:32 in the morning.
And we'll cover your hotel room for the night
along with transportation there and back
for the inconvenience and selfless act.
No. I-- I wish I could. Sorry.
Very well then.
You are at Gate B-13.
You, you called me "Doctor" when you checked me in.
- Did I? - How could you know?
You look like a doctor to me.
All right. Thank you.
Jerry.-Don, where you been, my brother?
Uh, just-- just boarded a plane, uh, headed home from a job.
What's up?-Well, I hope you like, uh, flying,
'cause you're gonna be doing a lot of it very soon.
Okay. Why?
Random House wants your book, my friend.
You heard what I said?
Uh, yeah, I-- I'm just-- wh-- what did they say?
Six-figure advance, is what they said,
with a guarantee of two more books.
- How does that sound?
And they're serious?
- Serious as it gets. - I can't believe it.
As soon as we hammer out the details, we got a deal.
Wh-- wh-- what do I do now?
Come to my office first thing in the morning.
I will be there. You better believe it.
Okay. Sleep well, brother.
I'm not sure I can sleep.
Thank you. Oh, my God.
Didn't mean to eavesdrop, but it sounded like good news.
Yes. Yes, actually, incredible news.
I'm Liza.
- Dr. Donald Thomas. - Doctor, oh.
Uh, I'm a writer, actually.
- Well, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, doctor. - Mm.
What brings you to Kansas City?
Home. How about you?
Just business.
What type of business are you in?
Buying, selling, sometimes selling back.
- Ah. - I enjoy it.
I always say, if you can't have fun doing what you do,
what's the point, right?
Yes.
How about you? You enjoy being a writer?
Yes I do. Very much so.
Well, aren't we lucky, huh?
You with the good news,
and me with closing a rather sweet deal.
- Yes. - We should celebrate.
So sorry, um...
- Yes? - Don't mean to trouble you,
but my friend here just got some really great news.
- Okay, - I'm wondering if we can get some champagne
- when you get a chance. - Yes, no problem, Ms. Fur.
I'll be happy to as soon as we're in the air.
- Thank you. - No problem.
- That's-- that's not necessary. - Oh, nonsense.
You gotta treat yourself. Life's too short.
You can't enjoy it when you're dead, you know.
- That's nice. Yeah. - Yeah, I think so.
And here you are.
Thank you so much, dear.
Congratulations.
Thank you. Thank you.
To the future?
The future.