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The Hunting Wives...

What are you sending
encrypted messages for?

You're fucking crazy.

Right now, Brad feels
like your whole world.

But it's not gonna
be that way forever.

Why would I take
advice from you?

You can't afford
a pair of new boots.

Pretty, aren't they?

Yeah.

It's a .380,
But don't be fooled.

It's got stopping power.

Some of y'all
may have heard rumors

that I was considering
throwing my hat

in the ring for governor.

If you run, everything changes.

You really want people looking
at the way we have fun?

We should talk. In person.

Where are you?

Sounds like you're at a party.

Are you at the lake?

- Someone order a pizza?
- Hey, boys.

Hey, honey.

I love spin the bottle.

But you don't have
to do anything

you're not comfortable with.

Sorry.

Girl's name is Abby Jackson.

If I had to guess,
I'd say it's a .380 caliber.

Pills to feel calm
Pills to get high

It's a little too late
To be on time

Gin that smells
Of turpentine

All I wanna do
Is have a good time

All I wanna do
Is roll the dice

Guess what today was?

Today was the second to last
gym day of our junior year.

Yeah, we're gonna be seniors.

- That's crazy.
- Happy but sad.

- That's crazy. Yeah.
- Happy but sad.

It's been storming
Since you left

It's gonna be fun.
It's gonna be good.

Yeah.

Draw the curtains closed

Scatter photos all around

- Go, team!
- Whoo! Let's go, Brad!

Since you've been gone

Since you've been gone

Every corner, every room

Holds a memory of you

Could you at least
turn the volume down?

Sorry.
Sorry, sorry, sorry.

...of our junior year.

It's just so shocking.

You didn't even know her.

Well, it's a small town.

She went to our church.

Our church?

Yeah, you know what I mean.

Well, it's morbid.

Hey, Jack.

Uh, it's time for camp, bud.

I guess I'll leave you
to your two-day hangover.

I told you
I didn't drink at Margo's.

You were gone all night.
You didn't answer my calls.

I thought you were dead
in a ditch somewhere.

And Jack kept asking for you,

and I didn't know
what to tell him.

I--I told you
I got too much sun.

- I fell asleep.
- Ready.

Oh, yes. But you're right.

I'm sorry I made you worry.

And I'm sorry
that I'm being morbid.

I will take a break
from the news cycle.

Thanks.

I'm leaving
in five minutes, bud.

Say goodbye to Mommy, OK?

You ready for camp?

Daddy told me what you did.

What?

You killed a pig.

Yes.

I mean,
remember I went hunting?

I thought hunting meant
you were just looking for them.

Hmm. Right.
Well, I'm sorry.

But I didn't kill a pig.

I killed a boar.

And boars are big and scary.

And in Texas,
there's too many of them.

They're bad.

But still, you shouldn't kill.

That is very true.

You got it.
No more killing.

Let's get you ready
for camp, bud.

Come on.

Hi, honey.

- These are for you.
- Oh, thank you, dear.

- It's just so awful.
- Yeah.

I'm just still
so shell-shocked, you know?

Thinking about
the last time I saw her.

She was such a polite
and sweet girl.

Oh, Jillie Bean, seriously,
how are you doing?

I'm OK.

- Shaken up, obviously.
- Yeah.

How's Brad?

Oh, he is a mess.

- You know, he loved that girl.
- Yeah.

He was practically catatonic
after we told him yesterday,

just crying and moaning.

Poor baby.

I know.

And today, they want him
to go in for questioning.

I mean, it's ridiculous.

He's going to Baylor,
for gosh sake.

Jill...

you do have a lawyer, right?

Of course. Mel Osborn.

He does small group on Mondays.

Sweetie, this is a murder case.

You might want someone
a bit more aggressive.

But why?

Bradley didn't do
anything wrong.

No, no, of course not.

Just...
might as well lawyer up.

Better be safe than sorry.

Of course.

You're right.

Whatever we need to do
to get it over with quick.

I mean, the good news is,
he was home all night.

Is he home now?

I've got this for him.

You know, teenage boys,
they just feel so much better

with something
in their stomach.

Mm. Go ahead and try.

He hasn't eaten a thing
since we heard the news.

OK.

Brad, it's Mrs. Banks.

I tried calling yesterday.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Oh.

Yeah.
It's OK.

Brad, sweetie,

look at me.

I need to know
what happened that night...

with Abby.

Are you really
fucking asking me that?

You think I killed her?

No, I didn't say that.

I just need to know
where you went

after you left my place.

Jamie drove me straight home.

Fuck you for asking.

Brad, I believe you.

I know you.

Of course you had
nothing to do with it.

But I'm just trying to have
your back here by telling you

these are the type of questions
people are gonna be asking you.

They're gonna
ask you questions

about where you were
that night.

So I need you
to have my back too.

Fuck.

Maybe if I'd been there
that night,

I could've saved her.

Coulda. Shoulda. Woulda.
Stop torturing yourself.

You loved Abby,
and I know you would have done

anything to protect her.

But right now,
we gotta think about

who else needs protecting.

You know, I love your mother.

She's my best friend.

I just can't help to think,
God, what if...

I would just appreciate
if she never found out

where you were that night.

It's not like I go around
telling her when I sneak out.

OK, good.

And if anyone else asks,
you know, like the police or--

I got it.

OK?

I'm not trying to put you
through all that,

or my mom.

And you'll tell Jamie too?

Whatever. Yeah.

Come the fuck on.

This is Margo.

Go on and say
something sweet now.

Hi. Um, holy shit.

Uh,
this Abby Jackson thing is--

is so weird and--and awful
and sad.

And I'm so sorry.

I know that you knew her.

Um, anyway, I think, uh, I left
something at your house.

And I'm just gonna pop by
and grab it.

I hope that's OK.

And this is Sophie, by the way.

Let me guess.

She's calling to complain
about what a bitch I am.

Well, you were
a little hard on her.

Oh, come on.

Who gives a shit about that?

This whole Abby situation
is crazy.

I know, right?

First that Kaycee girl
gets kidnapped,

and now this?

I mean, who would have thought
that Maple Brook

was gonna become
one of those true crime towns?

It's all over the news.

Jonny better get
a hold on this.

Oh, yeah, believe me,
he's working on it.

I've never seen him
so fired up.

The whole department's
working overtime.

Well, they have any suspects?

Mm, it's early days.

Well, Jill's worried sick,
as any mother would be.

You don't think that Brad...

Oh, God. No.

Absolutely not.

I mean, I don't think so.

He's heartbroken.

If I were Jonny, I'd focus
a little further south,

if you know what I mean.

OK, OK. You're right.

You are so right.

The way I see it,
it's just like

Jed and Jonny have been
going on about.

Crime is skyrocketing.

Who knows what's coming
across the border?

It is just not safe
here anymore.

And with Jonny's reelection
coming up, I hate to say it,

but catching the right guy
could be an opportunity.

- Hey, hey, busy boy.
- Hey, baby.

I brought you a fresh shirt.

Want the blue tie or the red?

Well, what in the world
is this for, exactly?

Murder of a cheerleader
is huge.

You're gonna be
on the news, mister.

Well, I guess blue
goes better with my eyes,

but it's not like I'm trying

to make this about me,
you know?

No. Baby, you care.

That's why if this had
to happen anywhere,

she's lucky, we're all lucky
it happened on your watch.

Why do I get the feeling

that you're buttering me up
for something?

No. It's just like you said.

All-American town
haunted by two violent crimes,

Kaycee Krummell
and now sweet Abby Jackson.

National news is gonna be
all over this.

So this could be an opportunity
to deliver a message.

What message?

They want to open up
our borders, OK.

Don't say we didn't warn 'em.

You think the immigration
angle plays here?

It plays if you play it.

- Mm.
- Hmm.

Oh, I got your meds.

Drop 'em, baby.

Here comes your muscle juice.

All done.

Wah-sah!

Well, shit don't fire...

you know that hunter
who found Abby's body?

Yeah.

Undocumento.

Well, there you go.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

You have to cut
at the five-leaf.

Clint, are you listening to me?

We need to do something
about the situation.

I am organizing
the candlelight vigil.

What else do you want me
to do, Jill?

I am not talking about Abby.

She's in God's hands now.

I am talking about Brad.

You know the boyfriend is
always the first suspect.

Yeah, on TV, Jill.

Margo was here earlier,
said we need a better lawyer.

That means
she thinks he did it.

Or at the very least,
she thinks

other people think it.

Look, we need to get
ahead of this thing,

or Brad's gonna be
a victim too.

If Brad had anything
to do with this,

may the Lord have mercy
'cause I certainly will not.

How could you even think that?

Mom?

Oh, hey.

Honey, I'm so glad to see
that you're out of bed.

Listen, I didn't want
to bother you yesterday

because you were so upset.

But now we need to talk
about the other night.

What about it?

Well, obviously,
you know, about...

...where you were.

I was grounded,
home in my room all night.

Of course.

It's just...

maybe it sounds a little better

if we were more... together.

OK, yeah.

You were here with me.

We had tacos.

We binged Outer Banks.

You made muddy buddies.

That's right.

Now, get dressed.

Let's head to the station
and tell the sheriff

just how good
my muddy buddies are.

Honey, I know it's hard,

but you have to keep
your strength up.

Carol brought sandwiches,

and someone sent over
some fruit

cut up to look like flowers.

Could you just eat some fruit?

I don't want fruit.
I want justice.

Margo, it's Sophie.

- Flynn.
- Detective Neilson

calling about the shooting
in Winnsboro.

- What's that?
- At the Penny Pantry.

A shooting at the Penny Pantry
in Winnsboro.

- No, I haven't heard anything.
- Well, no shit.

You haven't returned
any of my calls.

Well, believe it or not,
we got enough going on

here in Maple Brook.

Look, I've got some
information on the gun used.

Can I call you back?

We can help each other out--

Dang it, Salazar.

- Aren't you supposed to be at--
- Home. I know.

But something's been
bothering me

since the crime scene.

What am I looking at?

Abby Jackson's ring finger.

Now, you see that?

That little dent and tan line?

It's like she had a ring she'd
been wearing for a long time.

And so what?
What, the killer took the ring?

But not her wallet? No.
I think she took the ring off.

So was she secretly engaged
and called it off?

Or was it a--a--

Purity ring, promise ring...

Yep. Yep. One of those.

Points to love interest,
don't you think?

Hmm.

Well, I spoke to Abby's
best friend this morning.

She was the last one to see
Abby alive at the party.

And she said
that Abby was looking

for her boyfriend that night.

And she was royally PO'd.

Well, there you go.

Guess who's coming in
for a little interview

right about now.

Let me guess.

The boyfriend.

Lucky me. Maybe I'll sit in.

Look, Salazar,

doctor said
if you push yourself too hard,

you'll end up having a seizure.

Alright, and I for one
don't want to be pulling

your tongue out of your mouth,
or whatever it is.

How are you gonna find
my tongue when you can't

find your ass with two hands?

What's that supposed to mean?

You have no witnesses.

The power outage knocked out
all the cameras by the lake.

And the body was moved.

So you don't even have
a real crime scene.

But tell me again
how you don't need my help.

How do you know all that?

I'm still in
the office text chain.

Now, come on,
let's go get some snacks.

Fuck.

See anything you like?

Oh, uh, hi.

Sorry.
Um, I'm so sorry.

This is--

I'm... mortified.

What are you doing here?

I left you a voicemail, um,

'cause I--I thought I left
something here the other night.

And, um,
I've looked everywhere.

I can't find my fucking gun.

Jesus, are you kidding me?

I know. I know, I know.
I'm so fucked.

I'm--I'm fucked.
And--and with Abby--

What, you think your gun
had something to do with that?

No. God, no.
I just--I don't--I don't know.

I don't--I barely remember
the other night at all,

so I don't--I don't know.

But you don't think
that Brad or Jamie

had anything to do with it?

No.

I mean, I don't think so.

Brad did mention once that

Jamie had a thing for Abby,
but...

What?
What the fuck does that mean?

Wait, do you think that Jamie
had something to do with this?

Probably not.

I don't think so.

I mean--

Jesus, listen to us.

We gotta stop.
We sound like crazy people.

Of course they had
nothing to do with it.

Jamie took Brad
straight home from my place.

And Abby probably got killed

by some crazy person
in the woods

that had nothing to do
with you or your gun

or any of us, OK?

Yeah.
No, you're right, of course.

Yeah.

You really don't remember
anything from that night?

I mean, uh, between the Xanax
and the tequila

and the beer, there's--

there's not a lot left,
and--and--

It's OK.

Everything's gonna be OK,
all right?

Just breathe.

Breathe.

Deep breaths.

In and out, OK?

Just you and me, all right?

Say it.

- Just you and me.
- That's right.

It's just us.

It's just us.

Good girl.

Now look at me.

I know you don't remember much
from that night.

Do you remember this?

I remember.

Just want to grab a seat.

Thank you for coming in today.

Just so you know,

I have briefed Mr. Thompson

on what he will
and will not talk about.

Yeah, of course.
That's fine. That's fine.

Brad, last time
I saw you was the night

you played Southlake Carrol.

How many points
you have that night?

What was it, 30?

You can answer that.

I think it was 33.

Amazing.

So basically,
what we're doing here today

is constructing a timeline
of Abby's last night.

So she was last seen leaving
the Whitaker residence.

You know it?

Yes, sir.
That's Creampie's house.

Do you know why Abby
would have been walking

the woods alone at night?

No, but--

No, and that is all
you have to say.

But it's my fault.

- No, no. Brad--
- No, it is.

I should have been there.

I was supposed to be there.

And if I was there,

she never would have left.

Instead, she was all alone

when she needed me most...

...'cause I was grounded
for cussin'.

Poor Abby.

Hey, man, listen,
anyone with eyes

could see how much
you two loved each other.

And I know you want to help.

But right now,
helping means I gotta ask

all the basic questions.

OK?

So, Brad, you said
that you were grounded.

Does that mean
that you were home?

Yes, sir.

I was home all night
with my mom, watching TV.

Oh, and...

...she made muddy buddies.

It was her cheat day.

I know all about that.

But there's not
anybody or anything

that's gonna
tell me different,

put you someplace else?

Friends, enemies,
smartphone data?

Nope.

I mean, no, sir.

Well, that's that.

Thank you.

Thanks for coming down today.

What the fuck?

He's not gonna press him?

He's just--he's just
sending him on his way?

Admittedly, that was not

the most thorough investigation
I ever seen.

I'm surprised he didn't
ask him for an autograph.

Now, what'd I tell you?
Wasn't that easy?

- Painless.
- Oh, good.

Now, listen, I want you
to focus on healing up

because you got a big future
ahead of you.

- That's right.
- Thank you, sir.

That's what Abby
would have wanted.

- Ain't that right, son?
- Yes, sir.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What the hell is going on here?

Why isn't he in handcuffs?

Ms. Jackson,
this is police business.

I'm gonna need you to just
go ahead and calm down.

Business?

It looked like you two
were gonna crack open

a couple of beers.

That boy killed my daughter.

Now, hold on a minute.
That's not what this is.

My baby girl is dead,

and you're telling me
to hold on?

Can't you just get off
your asses and do something?

Can he go, please?

- Yes.
- OK. Yeah, of course, right?

'Cause Mama will fix
everything.

- Starr, please.
- No!

You people think that you
could do whatever you want,

right, 'cause your
fancy little friends

and your fancy little lawyers
are gonna protect you.

The truth is gonna come out.

And you can't lie to God.

We're all praying
for you, Starr.

How about I buy you a coffee?

All right.

Yeah, come on.

So you're that detective

trying to find that girl?

Kaycee Krummell? Yeah.

Right.
Well, are there any leads?

Just about the only thing
I remember

is the way he smelled.

I swear it burned
right into my nose.

Vodka and cinnamon gum.

One to cover up the other,
you know?

My dad used to do
the same thing,

try to mask the tequila
with Tic Tacs,

but instead, you could
smell him coming a mile away.

I just feel like
no one is trying hard enough.

You have to trust the process.

We're gonna check
the kid's alibi, run his phone.

I know it's hard.

And I know what I saw that day.

What'd you see?

Well...

...they were fighting
in front of my house,

Brad and Abby.

Oh, he has a temper,
and not like a boy, mind you.

There is a darkness there.

I've--I've seen it before,
and I see it in him, and...

...and I just stood there,

watching her take it.

Promise me that you will
find out who did this.

I can't make promises,

but I'm gonna do my best.

I know you will.

And I have faith in you.

OK.

Seems like
you've done that before.

Once,

like a million years ago.

I want to know
all your secrets.

What happened here?

Um...

...a couple years ago, um,

Graham and I were
trying for a second.

But there was,
um, complications.

And when I wouldn't
stop bleeding,

they said that there was
nothing they could do,

so...

they had to give me
an emergency hysterectomy.

Oh, honey.

I don't know, I just--

I lost it.

'Cause, you know,

that's that.

And Graham,
he tried to help me.

He tried to understand,
but he didn't get it.

I don't think he ever did.

And so I started
drinking a lot.

And the night of the accident,
I was--

I was really fucked up.

And I know that what I lost

doesn't make me
any less of a woman.

But I can't help
feeling like...

...I don't know...

...I'm broken.

No.

Sophie,

you're perfect
just the way you are.

You hear me?

There's something
about you that

makes me want to protect you.

That's why it scares me.

People are gonna be
asking questions

about that night,

about Brad and Abby.

And so I'm just worrying about

how it's gonna look to people--

you know, Jed, Graham--

that the boys were here.

Oh, fuck.

Yeah, the boys, I know.

So maybe if anyone asks,

it was just us here that night.

Just us.

How you holding up, Pete?

It's been hard.

The kids are upset.

Bev saw you drinking.

Drinking something
out of a paper bag

is what she said.

I won't deny you your grief,
but there is a feeling

that maybe you were
too close to Abby.

OK--Clint, I would never.

These kids look up to you.

How are you going to guide them
through this

when you're too broken up
yourself?

Come on now--

look, I'll pull it together.

But these kids have questions.

And no offense,
but it is me, not you,

that they come looking to
for answers.

You are too familiar with them.

And this is not Louisiana.

Louisiana.

You know,
when you brought me here,

you said fresh start.

And I thought
all that Louisiana nonsense--

There's not going to be a third
act for you here, Pastor.

Now, this is not
me casting you out.

This is me asking you
to step aside

for the greater good.

Do you understand me?

I understand you
clear as a damn bell.

Hi.

This was out here for you.

I just wanted to see
how you're doing

away from all the chaos.

Looks like you've had
plenty of visitors, though.

I did send over
an edible arrangement.

Did you get it?

Uh-huh.

Look, I understand

why you were so...
protective earlier.

I get it.

You and me aren't so different.

I'm a mama bear too.

So anyway, I spoke to Clint,

and the church is going
to put up a reward.

A reward?

I know the police
are doing their job,

but maybe they could use
a little help

encouraging the public.

I mean, whatever it takes
to find whoever did this

and bring them to justice.

As long as whoever isn't Brad.

Well,

anything you need,

you just let us know.

Yeah, sure.

Well, that was
really something.

Yeah, it was, wasn't it?

Yeah.

So I guess I'll see you.

Not if I see you first.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Hey, everything's gonna be OK.

So how was your day?

- It was good.
- Mm.

It was really good.
It's fine.

What'd you do?

I--I went through some
of the boxes in the garage.

Great.

Well, how was camp, bud?

Wyatt K. is mean.

Oh, no.

What happened?

He called me stupid.

Well, that wasn't
very nice of him, was it?

Maybe he was just
having a bad day.

Hey, Mom,
no phones at the table.

Mom.

Sorry, baby.
You're right.

Who was that?

Uh, just Margo.

She was just telling me
about the vigil tonight

for Abby Jackson.

The whole town is
gonna be there.

Shit. You're right.

I guess I should
make an appearance,

get some face time with Jed.

I'll call the babysitter.

You want to watch
a movie tonight, bud?

Yeah.

There you go.

Good. Great.

That works out well.

Everybody's making hay
about this, huh?

This is not how I expected
the spotlight

to come to Maple Brook.

I can already tell
I'm gonna be sick of Jonny

preening around on Fox News.

You hear what Clint's doing?

He's putting up a reward.

Yeah, well,
it's not a competition.

A girl is dead.

I know that, obviously.
Obviously.

It's just, everybody else
is pitching in and helping.

Is it wrong of me to hear
the call to serve as well?

No, it's not wrong.

Well, thanks for that.

Appreciate you
being supportive.

Thou my best thought

By day or by night

Waking or sleeping

Thy presence my light

Be thou my wisdom

And thou my true word

I ever with thee

There you go.

And we're gonna be
lighting these

soon as the sun goes down,
so thank you all for coming.

Hi.

Hey.

So glad you made it.

Oh.

I'm sorry for your loss.

- Thank you.
- Uh, excu--excuse me.

Uh, do you two know each other?

Oh, um, Graham, this is Jamie.

Jamie is a family friend
of the Banks's.

Oh, OK.

It's nice to meet you, Jamie.

I'm sure we'll, uh--
we'll see you around.

Yeah, dude.

Sophie, Graham, come over here.

Guess the gang's all here.

Uh, where did you meet
that kid?

Oh, um, you met him too,
at the car wash.

- Oh.
- Remember?

- Hi.
- Hi.

Graham.

Good of you to come.

Yeah, of course, of course.

- Hi, Margo.
- Hi, Graham.

Let's follow up
in the morning, though.

Oh, Detective Flynn,
I know you're headed out.

Oof!

Just about gave myself
a charley horse

running over here.

But that detective
over in Winnsboro called again

about the shootout
at the Penny Pantry.

- Mm-hmm.
- There's something about a gun.

Abigail Lynn Jackson.

Abby's going home now.

And I look out at this crowd,

all these people
who loved her so much.

And I want to tell you something.

My family,

Jill and Brad and I,

we are hurting just like you.

Now, grief isn't
the only thing we're feeling.

We're also feeling anger.

Impatience for justice
to be served.

And that is why

Holy Horizon will be putting up

a $100,000 reward
for information that leads

to the arrest of Abby's killer.

Showtime.

So--so that means, y'all,

if you know something,

if you see something,
tell the police.

- So sorry, Starr.
- Let the authorities know.

- Ms. Jackson.
- Mr. Banks.

Thank you, Reverend.

I believe Jed Banks
has a word to say.

Thank you, Reverend.

Your generosity of spirit
will not be forgotten.

A beautiful girl like Abby

with a future brighter
than the stars at night

should be able
to walk home safely

without fear in her heart.

But that ain't the world
we're living in.

Living in a dangerous world

among dangerous people.

Porous borders.

Statehouse chickens
that don't give a damn.

No, they don't.

I see crime as a cancer.

And you can't stop a cancer till
you dig it out from the root.

That's why
every God-fearing American

must have the right
to bear arms

the way they see fit.

And that's a right
that needs to be protected

and exercised.

And I'll make damn sure
that it is

when I become the next governor
of the great state of Texas.

That's right.

Now, Margo, will you come up,
please, darling?

Come on up.

Ladies and gentlemen,
my wife, Margo Banks.

The next First Lady of Texas.

Thank you all.
Thank you, everybody.

I know I can count
on your support.

I'm gonna need
every single one of you.

Thank you all
and God bless Abby Jackson.

What's going on?

Maybe they found
something out about Abby.

Evening, folks.

Sophie O'Neil,

I'm gonna need you to come
down to the station with us.

What? Why?

Sir, we'd rather not
get into all that out here.

Well, uh-- well,
she's not going anywhere.

So what the hell is this?

Your wife's handgun was used
at a robbery down in Winnsboro.

And we need to speak
with her about it.

No, no.
That's ridiculous.

She doesn't--
she doesn't have a gun.

We're not gun people.

I don't even know
where Winnsboro is.

Ma'am, if you can
just come with us.

No, no, no. This is insane.

You cannot just
come up to people and--

Sir, I need you to step aside.

You need me to step aside?

Sir, we ran the ballistics.

I-- I don't--
I don't understand.

Your gun was used
to kill Abby Jackson.

What is he talking about?

I just need you
to come with us.

We're just gonna
talk about it, OK?

No, that's ridiculous.

Everything's gonna be OK.

- Sophie, just--
- Get me a lawyer.

Yeah, yeah, I will.

Excuse me, sir, do not put
your hands on me, sir.

Soph, I will take care of it.

Agony seems to follow me

Why won't it let me be?

Dragging me down

Memories always find a way

In the end they stay

Dragging me down

It won't be long now

So hold fast

Go down with the ship

Letting go
Gets the crack of the whip

The only constant
Now is change

Hold fast

Go down with the ship

The only constant
Now is change

Break the chain

Break the chain

Break the chain

Break the chain

Break the chain

Break the chain