Previously on Happy Face...
My name is Jackie Mullins.
I was Heather Richmond's best friend.
Heather was funny about her music.
I just finished writing this one.
I hope you like it.
HEATHER EXTRA: What's the "L" for anyway?
MELISSA: Her middle name was Lorelai.
She got that same symbol carved into the back of her guitar,
you know, like, on the neck. (sniffles)
Like her own personal logo. (chuckles)
Your father never loved us.
He tried to kill us all.
My father didn't kill Heather.
- Elijah for sure didn't do it. - I know.
Someone else did.
Got a message for Keith?
What if I wanted to punish him?
Lot of shit goes down inside.
In the showers. Out on the yard.
Happens every day.
♪ ♪
(alarm chiming)
(groaning)
(alarm continues chiming)
(sighs)
(retching)
- (panting) - (toilet flushes)
Oh, God.
♪ ♪
HAZEL: Wait, so what happened?
MAX: Okay, so,
the whole room went silent.
He farted.
- HAZEL: He farted? - Yeah. And it was like...
- (mimics flatulence, laughs) - And everyone heard?
It was so embarrassing for him.
I feel bad.
HAZEL: Was it bad? Did it blow you away?
MAX: Oh, my God. Just ran away.
HAZEL: Just ran away?
MAX: (laughs) Oh, my God.
Whoa.
♪ ♪
(breathing heavily)
(quietly): Fuck.
FRANKIE: All you got to do is talk about him.
Say whatever shit you want.
Just call the guy.
He's a reporter or something like that.
Tell him a story about Happy Face.
The asshole will put a few hundred in your canteen.
KEITH: What was that you said, Frankie?
You hard of hearing, old man?
No, I am not hard of hearing.
And I think that you better keep my name out of your mouth
if you know what's good for you.
And if I don't? (groans)
(grunting)
Easy! Easy!
- I'm on it, I'm on it. - Do you hear that, Frankie?
- CHAVEZ: Take Jesperson in his cell! - (Keith laughing)
KEITH: Okay, okay, okay.
(laughs)
Did you hear that?
(chuckles)
(panting)
I've got a proposition for you.
IVY: Okay, so, the main questions are,
how did Heather get to Ziggy's Basement?
And how did she get back to Jefferson?
If her car wasn't working,
then maybe she called a friend.
And there was that payphone near the park back then.
And that friend has something to hide.
That's version one.
Version two is
Heather got herself to the bar somehow
and then met someone there.
And that someone is the one that killed her.
Yes. Ziggy is sending us
a list of employees he had from the '90s.
I can check their criminal histories
and try to narrow it down.
And then there's version three,
which is Heather hitchhiked to Ziggy's
and then that person hung around and then...
- Killed her after the show. - Yeah.
- I hate version three. - Yeah, me, too.
It is the most "needle in a haystack." And, worse,
- it just-- - Do we have Heather's yearbook?
(rock music playing through headphones)
I've sent you, like, 500 apology texts, dude.
Yeah, my mom took my phone and my laptop, so...
(scoffs) Why? 'Cause we left you out there?
No. 'Cause she found out I was talking to my grandfather
and I was selling his drawings with you.
Ooh. (chuckles)
Pretty, uh... pretty shitty week for you then, huh?
I'm not talking to my grandfather anymore,
so you can stop pretending like you like me.
I was not pretending, okay?
I-I never cared about any of that.
No, you only cared about Summer.
Okay. For, like, the tenth time,
I'm-I'm not-- I'm not with her.
Okay? I like you.
Is that why you left me all alone in the middle of nowhere?
Okay, it was a stupid prank.
All right? It was. And...
I thought you were smart. And I just--
I thought you could make your way back home.
And you did. Right? So...
Just wait. Wait.
I got you something. I got you something.
You like snow leopards, right?
Can I put it on you?
There you go.
I'm sorry.
Okay? Like, I'm-I'm-I'm really sorry.
Fine.
JACKIE: Okay.
I'm here.
What's the big top secret emergency?
Thank you, thank you, thank you, Jackie, for coming.
Um...
We don't think that my dad killed Heather.
IVY: And...
that stays within these four walls for now.
But it wasn't Elijah?
No. But we've been looking into other suspects
that were at Ziggy's Basement that night,
and Tyler, uh, found this.
TYLER: Um...
If you want to just have a seat here...
So, this is from the night of Heather's performance.
We found her in the crowd before she got onstage.
MELISSA: Okay... Can you stop?
Onstage, she was wearing her black jacket,
but this is a different coat.
TYLER: It's a letterman jacket, right?
Yeah, blue and gold were our school colors.
But-but she didn't have
- a letterman. - MELISSA: Was she
close with anybody back then who would have worn one?
I mean, it's Texas football.
Most of the guys we graduated with still wear them.
Well, looks like a "21" or a "27."
JACKIE: Uh...
there's no 21.
(exhales, mutters)
Here.
Holy shit.
Cody.
Patsy's son.
Dude from Whiskey River?
Were he and Heather in a relationship?
JACKIE: I mean, not really. He was more like an annoying kid brother.
We-we let him hang around 'cause he always had...
booze and a truck.
Have you ever known him to be violent?
Yeah, actually, I heard things.
He got arrested some years back.
For domestic violence.
TYLER: Want to go to the police?
No.
They haven't been any help so far.
And we were the ones that broadcast to the world
that-that this was Keith.
So how do-- how do you think it'll look
if we just showed up with yet another theory?
So how do we get to Cody?
Same as we always do.
Okay. Cody,
so, as we told you,
we're just trying to get to know Heather better,
uh, hear from people who really knew her.
Yeah, I'm happy to help.
Shoot.
Great, great.
Um, let's start simple.
Tell us who you are and how you knew Heather.
Uh, I'm Cody O'Neill.
I own Whiskey River Saloon here in Jefferson, Texas.
Back in the '90s, it was my dad's place.
But I grew up here,
and, uh, I started bar-backing in high school.
And Heather was a few years older than me.
And, uh...
she was...
She was sweet as hell.
She kind of took me under her wing over time.
Showed me how to make drinks when the place was slow.
She was just...
...she was Heather. (chuckles softly)
Was it ever...
romantic between you two?
No. I was just a...
kid to her, you know?
Even after we graduated.
Three years-- that's a...
that's a big gap at that age.
Did you resent that?
What? No.
No. Not at all.
Did you ever hear Heather sing?
Sure. Yeah.
Of course. She used to...
she used to practice right up there
on the stage after we closed,
when she thought the place was empty.
I'd be downstairs a few times.
Did you ever hear Heather at an open mic at...
Ziggy's over in Dallas?
No, I've never been.
Mm.
(clears throat)
What am I looking at here?
MELISSA: That is Heather.
A couple hours before she died.
(sniffs)
MELISSA: Do you recognize that jacket?
You played football, right?
Isn't that your number? 27?
IVY: Heather was wearing your jacket the night that she died.
So, this is your chance to explain why.
What the fuck is this?
Get the fuck out of my bar.
- Turn this fucking thing off. - Whoa, whoa! - Okay. Okay.
That's fine. I'm-I'm sure the cops
will take it from here anyways.
Yeah, they already know you, right?
'Cause you have a history of hurting women.
(door slams)
("Happy" by Jenny Lewis & The Watson Twins playing)
♪ So happy ♪
♪ Happy ♪
♪ Oh, so happy... ♪
♪ Happy ♪
♪ Oh, oh-oh, oh ♪
♪ So happy ♪
♪ Happy ♪
♪ Oh, oh-oh, oh ♪
♪ So happy ♪
♪ So happy. ♪
♪ ♪
MELISSA: Can you tell me exactly what happened?
I was here at Patsy's,
and Cody shows up, screaming wild,
saying that the TV people are accusing him of hurting Heather.
Carl's trying to reason with him,
but he is just going crazy.
Jumps into his truck,
smashing into that poor lady on his way.
MELISSA: Okay, what did
Cody say exactly?
No, no. You need to tell me
what you were saying to him first.
I didn't want to tell you until we were sure,
but we don't think that my dad killed Heather.
It's a long story,
but, um, we think that he fabricated the evidence.
S... So it was Cody?
There's a video
of Heather wearing Cody's letterman jacket
on the night that she died, when she was at Ziggy's.
What? Sh...
IVY: Callaway's up to speed.
Uh, cops were looking for Cody
for leaving the scene of an accident,
but now he's wanted for questioning about this.
I can't believe this is happening.
- Denise. - Did you know?!
All those years?
There's nothing to know. It's not true.
Then why is he running?
He's scared. And you know
- he loved Heather. We all-- - Oh, shut up!
(inhales)
(groans)
Denise?
- Where are you going? - Can't be here!
(Patsy crying)
- MELISSA: Hey. - (sniffles)
Patsy, are you okay?
Hey, hey. Hey.
I just heard the scanner. The cops are tailing Cody.
I-I-I think that we should head that way and film it.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, we should go. - Yeah. Yeah.
Are you coming?
I'm-- No. I'm gonna... stay here with Patsy.
I'm gonna see if she knows anything. You guys go.
♪ ♪
(panting)
(sighs)
(exhales)
♪ ♪
(lock buzzes, latch clicks)
Yo, Happy Face. I want a rematch.
(indistinct chatter)
I think I'll just stretch my legs.
I'd just kick your ass again anyway.
PRISONER: Yo, Happy Face, you want in?
KEITH: (grunts) Two on two.
Shoot it.
(siren wailing)
(cars honking)
Why can't they stop him?
Well, did they say anything else?
Fine. F...
Bye.
(sighs)
Carl doesn't know anything.
He's with the sheriff answering questions.
(Patsy sighs)
MELISSA: Oh, Patsy, I'm so sorry
that you're having to go through this.
I know it's a lot.
You're sorry? (laughs)
You're the one who started all this.
First it's your daddy, now it's my son.
(sighs)
- (sniffles) - What was Cody yelling earlier?
I know that Denise said he was going crazy.
What was he saying? It might help.
(sighs)
Patsy...
I know exactly how you feel.
No. No, you don't.
Your mind is on overdrive. You're obsessing
over every detail, every memory,
thinking could this actually be true?
Was there a sign?
Something you missed?
Something...
you ignored?
- (sighs) - And then you hate yourself for...
thinking any of that. Of course it's not true.
You love this person. You live for this person.
You're afraid you don't exist without this person.
I don't know anything.
All I heard Cody say was, "Kept the guitar."
Kept the guitar?
Kept the guitar...
Kept Heather's guitar? Is that what he meant?
I don't know. I don't know. What does it matter?
(sniffles, moans)
Do you have any idea...
(crying)
...where the guitar might be?
No. No! (stammers)
All I know, my son isn't capable of this.
(crying)
♪ ♪
- Shoot! - (indistinct chatter)
(panting)
(indistinct chatter continues)
- MAN: Let's go, baby. - MAN 2: You're the man.
MAN: Come on.
There you go. Ah, oh.
(Keith groans in frustration)
(panting)
Shit, shit, shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit.
(sirens wailing)
(tires screech)
(Keith panting)
PRISONER: Yo, Happy Face. What's wrong?
You okay?
(grunts)
All right.
♪ ♪
- Everyone on the ground! - (alarm blaring)
(clamoring)
Fuck.
(sirens wailing)
Ah! No, no.
(tires screeching)
OFFICER: Over here!
(indistinct shouting)
♪ ♪
LES: Hey.
He's in here.
(indistinct P.A. announcement)
Don't stand there. Sit.
Man's your godfather.
I'll be back.
Talk to him.
Hey, Smitty.
It's nice to see you.
It's Keith.
(train horn blowing)
(train rattling on track)
Hello?
- (creaking) - (wind whooshing)
OFFICER: Freeze right there! Stop!
- (panting) - (sirens wailing)
OFFICER: Over here!
(overlapping chatter)
♪ ♪
(air whooshing)
KEITH: ...last time Dad and I went fishing in Chilliwack,
- I caught a white... - LES: What are you doing?
You said, "Talk to him."
He's dead, son.
I'll go get a nurse.
♪
(groans quietly)
(sighs)
Fuck.
(grunts)
♪ ♪
(panting)
- OFFICER: There he is! - Go around!
Stop right there!
- (grunts) - Stop!
(distant sirens wailing)
(siren wailing)
- Okay... No, no, don't shoot! - Hands up!
Get down on your knees!
♪ ♪
(exhales)
(grunting)
CALLAWAY: Deputy.
Okay if I have a word?
(Cody panting)
You got anything you want to say to me, Cody?
My father is a good man.
You're not supposed to be here.
(gate hinges squeaking)
Relax.
I'll make you a drink.
(ice clattering)
You should've seen me
back when I was running this place.
I was a rounder, you know?
(grunts)
Just like my son.
Drinking, stepping out on my wife...
...refusing to grow up.
(sniffles)
Whiskey sour.
(Carl chuckles quietly)
Go ahead. Try it.
(ice clatters)
It's Heather's favorite drink.
(glasses clinking)
(sets glass on bar)
So you two were close?
She was such a good girl.
She was an amazing girl.
Talented, too.
You loved her, huh?
We loved each other.
For a time.
What happened?
I wish I could take it all back.
But...
what's done is done, hmm?
Carl?
My dad raped and killed eight women, and guess what?
I love him anyway.
Whatever you did,
you're not gonna find any judgment here.
You can just tell me what happened.
(guitar playing gentle melody)
(guitar continues playing)
♪ Walk alone ♪
♪ Pretending no one knows I'm here... ♪
CARL: I followed her to the park that night, from work.
We worked the day shift together,
and I wanted to see her that night.
She said no, reminded me that we were through.
S-She said she had somewhere to be that night anyway.
And of course, I wanted to know where, with who...
(Heather laughing)
(Elijah speaks indistinctly)
MELISSA: What were they saying?
CARL: I don't know.
I was too far away.
I just remember she looked happy.
- Thank you. - You're very welcome.
I needed that.
Did you know Elijah? What'd you think of him?
I thought he was on my girl.
- ELIJAH: All right, cornbread. - (Heather laughs)
♪ Walk alone ♪
♪ Pretending no one knows, oh, why would... ♪
- CARL: Hey. - (gasps)
Jesus, Carl.
Sorry, I didn't, didn't mean to scare you.
What are you doing here?
I needed to see you.
Well, I have somewhere to be.
You're gonna meet him somewhere else?
No.
I'm going to Dallas. I have an open mic.
In whose car?
I had to jump that thing twice this week.
I'll be fine.
Let me drive you.
You know I don't like anyone watching me.
I get too nervous.
I'll wait outside.
Okay, I won't come in.
MELISSA: What did you guys talk about on the drive there?
CARL: I wish I could remember.
(singing along with radio): ♪ An American girl ♪
♪ Slow dance, second chance, Mama needs romance ♪
♪ And a live-in maid... ♪
Hey, roll down the window, would you?
You know I hate the smell of that shit.
♪ Really isn't all that hard... ♪
Come on, r-roll it down.
♪ She used to tie her hair up in ribbons and bows ♪
(singing along): ♪ Sign her letters with X's and O's ♪
♪ Got a picture of her mama in heels and pearls... ♪
(whoops) It's cold.
♪ An American... ♪
Hold this.
♪ An American girl... ♪
And that's how she got Cody's jacket.
♪ ♪
He used my truck all the time.
You think he's all right?
The last I heard, the cops were chasing him.
He tried to get me to turn myself in.
Said he couldn't take the fall.
Of course I-I never wanted that.
I-I just...
I needed a little more time.
Hey, Carl?
Why don't I check my phone, and then,
we can get an update on Cody?
Don't you want to hear the rest of the story?
Mm-hmm.
♪
(crowd chatter)
Uh, double whiskey, neat?
I'm Lorelai.
I just finished writing this one. I hope you like it.
(applause)
(guitar playing gentle melody)
♪ She walks around pretending she don't... ♪
Buddy.
♪ Know who I am ♪
♪ Her fear of me is building up ♪
♪ About to break the dam ♪
♪ I know I said I didn't do it ♪
♪ But the truth is that I did ♪
♪ Had an angel on one shoulder ♪
♪ Who took the devil's bid ♪
♪ Sometimes I get angry ♪
♪ Sometimes I get mad ♪
♪ But sometimes I get crazy ♪
♪ Thinking about the past ♪
♪ I guess I knew I had it in me ♪
♪ But kept it hidden well ♪
♪ The devil in the details ♪
♪ A face behind the veil... ♪
Thanks for waiting.
(exhales)
How'd it go?
It was amazing.
(engine starts)
Heather made you angry, huh?
She was leaving me.
She was going to Nashville and she wasn't coming back.
Of course I'll be back.
I have to visit my mom.
Your mom?
(tires screech)
Where are we going?
♪
I don't want to go to the river.
- One last time. - No.
You're married.
I hate thinking about what I've done to your wife.
I even wrote a song about it.
Oh, I know.
You watched me?
(country song playing on radio)
You get a song out of me,
I get one last song out of you.
- Look, I don't want to. - Hey, hey.
- Stop. - Come, come...
(struggling, muttering)
Well, she wanted to at first.
Then she changed her mind and she started screaming.
- (bottle clatters) - I...
I-I put my hand on her mouth and...
...and I don't remember what happened.
(panting)
I looked down.
Somehow, my hands were on her neck.
I lost control.
And then all of a sudden, she-she went straight
for the glove box, where she knew I had a .38.
You had no choice, right?
She w-wiggled out from underneath me somehow,
and she got a good kick to my head with her boot.
That kick, I-I saw red.
Fuck!
♪ Know one day in hell ♪
♪ I'll make amends ♪
(grunts)
♪ Hmm... ♪
That...
...that drink
that I had in Ziggy's
was the last drink I had...
...till today.
Carl?
(whispers): Hey.
What about the guitar?
I burned it one weekend when Patsy was out of town.
And then...
you kept this part and had it made?
I needed reminding
about my biggest mistake
- on a regular basis. - Hmm.
And if I came back in here
and I thought about having a drink...
...this tap handle
was right there.
I could... I...
Oh, hey. Okay, Carl, we're just talking, right?
(stammers)
Let's just talk, okay?
Okay?
- (Melissa whimpers) - (gunshot)
(high-pitched ringing)
♪
CALLAWAY: Melissa?
Your phone.
We got the video off it.
Brave, what you did.
Take care of yourself, Melissa.
- (indistinct chatter) - (siren whooping)
(phone buzzing)
SHANE (over phone): Uh, where the hell have you been?
Dad had a heart attack.
What?
Is he okay?
Um, I don't, I don't know.
They rushed him to the hospital.
He's in surgery right now.
Fuck.
Okay, is it bad?
Yeah.
Hey, look, um...
if there's anything that, uh, you need to say to him,
I-I think you should get here right now.
Um, I'm in Texas.
Uh, so, I need to go home and then...
(sighs) ...maybe I'll drive down after.
Yeah, I-I'm just not sure he's gonna make it that long.
Shane, I don't care.
(wheels rattling)
Hey. Come here.
- (Melissa exhales) - Are you okay?
(whispers): Just happy I'm home.
I'm so happy you're home.
I can't believe you went through all that.
(exhales): Oh, baby.
I didn't get to tell you, but...
I didn't want to tell you, but...
My dad had a heart attack.
What?
- Did-did he... Is... - No.
No. He's not good, though.
Um...
Shane said they rushed him into surgery and...
could be the end.
He thinks I should visit, but I...
Are they sure it was a heart attack?
I guess so. What do you mean?
Nothing, I just...
I have to tell you something.
Okay.
What?
- Hey, you're freaking me out. - Um...
I didn't get regional manager.
Oh.
Okay, I'm so sorry you didn't get it, but...
Hey. It's okay, we're fine.
- Yeah. - We'll be fine.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- (whispers): I'm gonna go kiss the kids. - Okay.
(grunts softly) Come on...
(birds singing)
HAZEL: You're home.
Hey.
Oh, I am.
Oh. Missed you.
Missed you so much.
You okay?
Hey. What's going on?
Does this have anything to do with Josh?
He, um, sent a lot of apology messages.
Yeah, because he's an asshole.
Oh.
- I see. - (glass scrapes)
You want to talk about it?
No, it...
I was just stupid.
Okay, um...
Josh is an asshole but you are stupid?
Why are you blaming yourself?
'Cause I should've known.
Nope. No, no, no.
I'm not gonna let my daughter fall into that narrative.
When a guy does something bad,
why is a girl so quick to blame herself, hmm?
When we know that something's going on,
it's our fault for not stopping it.
And when we don't know that something's going on,
it's our fault for being too stupid to see it.
We can't win.
Yeah, that's true.
You know what else is true?
Josh is stupid.
(both laugh)
Um, I have something for you that might...
think might cheer you up.
Dad and I are gonna trust you, okay?
♪ ♪
I have one for you, too.
Thank you.
Um...
I want you to hear it from me that...
Keith had a heart attack and he might not survive.
Oh.
Okay.
Are you gonna see him?
Nope.
Uh, part of me doesn't want to give him the satisfaction.
What about the other part of you?
I want him to know that he didn't trick me
the way that he thinks he did.
Maybe you should tell him.
And you should tell Josh...
that he's stupid.
(laughs)
Yeah, right.
Hey, Hazel, I'm serious.
I wish that I'd spoken up when I was your age,
and demanded to be treated
the way that I deserved to be treated.
You have the strength to do it. I see that.
I see it in you, too.
When did you get to be so grown up? My little girl?
- MAX: I'm starving. - You're starving?
What do you want for breakfast?
He says that he wants a hamburger.
For breakfast? No!
Can you scooch me in?
Trying to make sure you get some protein in?
- I guess he's beefing up. - I'm beefing up.
- Get the man a hamburger. - Yeah, he's working out, didn't you know?
♪ Fine for some ♪
♪ 'Cause you're not the one ♪
♪ You're not the one ♪
♪ There ♪
♪ There, there ♪
- ♪ There... ♪ - Hey.
Thank you.
Here for Keith Jesperson.
SHANE: Hey.
- Hey! - Hey.
Oh, my God.
How is he?
Uh... rough shape.
Oh, my goodness. I'm so glad
- that the two of you are here. - Ma'am, ma'am.
You're not getting in.
You said I couldn't go in without immediate family.
These are his children. I am with them.
No, you're not.
Shane?
Yeah, I'm-I'm sorry, Gillian.
What? Why?
Because you fabricated evidence in a murder investigation.
(scoffs)
I didn't fabricate evidence.
I-I did what I needed to do
to get the world to believe him.
MELISSA: Gillian...
You believed him?
Of course I did. I still do.
I don't care what the news says.
He didn't kill Heather Richmond.
This was all just a game for him.
Including you.
No.
I don't think that's true. (chuckles)
It is true.
(sighs)
(sobbing)
Sorry.
I need to know who the girl in the evidence warehouse was.
The one that was fleecing Bob.
We can just leave-leave her out of this.
No, I need to know, for me.
You owe me that much.
My niece is an aspiring actress.
Okay.
The best thing you can do is go back to Florida
and never ever speak to him again.
Take away his access to the outside world.
That's what he deserves.
SHANE: Come on. I'll walk you out.
- Come on. - (sobs) Okay.
(indistinct chatter)
Mm. Hey, Hazel. What's up?
Fuck you, Josh.
Fuck all of you.
(indistinct chatter)
(door closes)
Oh, Missy girl. Miss...
Missy...
How you doing?
I'm still here.
Mm. I can see that.
(chuckling)
Maybe Texas will get its shot after all, huh?
You can drop the act now, Dad.
I know what you did. Everybody does.
Wha...?
You didn't kill Heather Richmond.
I know about the wrench,
I know about Bob and the evidence warehouse,
I know about Joyce carving the tree,
I know about Gillian and her niece.
(raspy groan)
(mumbles)
(slurping)
(coughs)
Well.
G-Good for you
I always knew you were the smarter one, huh?
(groans)
So, where's the camera?
Isn't this your gotcha moment?
No, we're done giving you airtime, Dad.
Ah, well... (sighs)
It was fun while it lasted, I guess.
(Keith sighs)
So, who killed her, then?
Elijah?
(scoffs)
It was a guy named Carl O'Neill.
He owned the Whiskey River Saloon back then.
(laughing, muttering)
I went through...
every death row case I could for seven months,
looking for the perfect one that I could take credit for.
Had to be the right state.
Right year.
And I found Elijah,
who swore he was innocent.
And the girl, she just happened to work at the same bar
that I just happened to go into back then.
It seemed like it was a message from God.
Just saying, "Go ahead, Keith. Do it."
(scoffs)
But why?
Were you just trying to fuck with me?
Were you trying to get me to come see you?
Were you just trying to get attention?
No, honey. No, no, no.
No.
I didn't do that to you, all right?
I did it for you.
(scoffs)
I did it to make you a star.
'Cause that's what you are.
You're, you're so special. And you always have been.
And look, hey...
Now the whole world knows it, too.
- (groans softly) - (sniffles)
If I'm so special, then why did you try to kill me?
Mom told me about the fire.
I know it was you, so don't...
don't even try to deny it.
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(sobs) Missy.
(crying): I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
So s-- sorry.
I just... I just...
I-I-I didn't know you yet.
(scoffs)
I... Missy.
Missy.
You know, when my, when my heart gave out on me,
I was...
I-I saw all kinds of things. I saw...
all kinds of things.
I saw my father, I saw Smitty,
I saw, I-I saw the...
the women.
They're all together, and they're all...
they're just waiting for me on the other side...
- (laughs) - ...to get their revenge.
(Melissa sniffles)
(quietly): They're all you have left.
We're all done with you now.
Missy...
- Mm. - (Keith exclaims)
Missy. Missy. M-Missy?
Missy. I have something to tell you.
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♪ I have decided to leave you forever ♪
♪ I have decided to start things from here ♪
♪ Thunder and lightning won't change what I'm feeling ♪
♪ And the daffodils look lovely today ♪
♪ Eh-hey. ♪
You must have been terrified,
being trapped alone in a room with a murderer,
not knowing if anyone was gonna come and save you.
I was. But I knew that I was recording,
so I just had to keep him talking and...
(sighs) ...try to get him to tell the truth.
You were very brave.
Thanks. I think, also...
I'm used to it? You know,
I've spent a lot of my life trapped with a murderer, so...
- (audience laughs) - DR. GREG: That's, uh,
- that's kind of well put. - (Melissa chuckles softly)
So tell us what's next, Melissa.
Well, I'm gonna spend some quality time with my family,
and then we are gonna take a vacation somewhere.
Maybe Italy.
You have certainly earned that.
Thanks. And when we come home,
I won't be working in makeup anymore.
I have decided that I want to keep working
with people who have been touched
by the trauma of crime.
And how exactly do you plan on doing that?
Well... (chuckles)
I've been offered a very exciting new job.
And are you willing to share with our audience
exactly what that is?
I'm, uh, I'm gonna continue
producing alongside Ivy Campbell,
the most badass producer on the planet.
- (audience whooping) - DR. GREG: Fantastic, girl.
And together, we're launching a new true crime segment
on a fabulous show
called The, uh,
- The Dr. Greg Show. Uh... - (cheering)
You know, I've heard about that show.
I hear it's pretty good.
(laughter)
Tell me more.
The segment is gonna be
a deeper dive into true crime.
We want to tell stories that no other shows are telling.
Which you can do, Melissa.
Because people just want to open up to you.
I-I-I can't tell you the response we've had,
mail we've gotten.
People just want to meet you, share their stories.
And-and I think that's true because you've been so open
with your life, with your pain.
Which is why I think you're gonna be the face
of this new segment, right?
That's right.
No more living in the shadows, I guess.
DR. GREG: The segment is called
"Impact with Melissa Reed."
And I'm sure you really will be making an impact.
I have absolutely no doubt about that.
(cheering)
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(phone ringing)
Yeah, this is Ben.
KEITH (over phone): I know what you did.
(chuckling): Or what you tried to do.
(laughs)
You couldn't even get that right, could you, Benny boy?
Benjamin, Benjamin, Benjamin. Hmm.
Did you really think...
...that it wouldn't get back to me?
Did you really think that I wouldn't find out?
Hmm?
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