It has plainly been years since she has felt anything like pride about him. We sense that his marriage finished less in light of the fact that their little girl Emily was executed as on the grounds that he drank over that misfortune, and his drinking kept the injury from mending – changing the accentuation from the loss of Emily to Freddy’s persisting presence as a self indulging casualty.
Mary has moved on. Freddy hasn’t. He’s caught in a universe of daily tanked revels in a strip joint, punctuated by brief physical rest with a credulous youthful hooker. He scorns himself, and imagines that reprisal will be mending.
The other key character is John (David Morse), who has served his time and returns home to live in a trailer stopped in the carport of his folks’ home. He is still loaded with blame over taking the young lady’s life, and when he stirs one night to discover Freddy remaining there with a firearm, he doesn’t do anything to safeguard himself.