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Previously on The Hunting Wives...

You really don't remember

anything from that night?

I got this brother, Kyle.

You know, you're always gon' be Mandy from Alba, Texas.

Never have I ever killed someone.

I had an accident. I hit a pedestrian.

She died.

-Think Abby Jackson was shot. -What are you doing here?

I can't find my fucking gun.

We need to talk about the other night.

-Where you were. -Home in my room all night.

Maybe it sounds a little better if we were more together.

That boy killed my daughter.

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

I'm just worried about how it's gonna look to people

that the boys were here.

If anyone asks, it was just us here that night.

Just us.

Abby's goin' home now.

Sophie O'Neil.

Your gun was used to kill Abby Jackson.

♪ 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 ♪

Ma'am, are you okay? Have you been drinking?

She didn't even slow down!

She's totally out of it!

Ma'am? Ma'am? Hello?

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Thought you might want to gas up, Miss O'Neil.

Look, I'm not gonna say

anything beyond what I've already told you until...

"Until my lawyer gets here."

Mm-hmm.

Miss O'Neil, we've been here all night.

You sure your lawyer's still coming?

Like I told the other deputy...

Yeah, well, you're talking to me now.

Why don't you just...

...walk me through the day of the murder

just one more time.

Um, we went hunting at the lake, which the others will confirm,

and then we all went back to Margo Banks's house,

and they left, I stayed.

I was there all night.

And Margo, she can verify that for you?

Yes. If you could just call her,

or you could bring her down here and she could tell you,

or you could give me my phone...

What y'all get up to at Margo's, huh?

What do you mean "get up to"?

Y'all drinkin'?

I'm not answering that.

Opportunity, evidence, motive.

Those are the three things that we look for,

and in that order.

Now, opportunity.

You were at the lake house that night.

Evidence.

You bought the murder weapon four days ago.

-Now, motive. -I didn't know Abby Jackson.

Why would I do this?

Why don't you tell me about Brewster, Massachusetts.

Why don't you tell me about August 16, 2023

around 10:00 p.m.,

when a pedestrian was fatally struck

by a fast-moving vehicle.

Why don't you tell me about that.

Accidents happen, Sophie.

I know that. I do.

And if an accident happened the other night at Margo's,

well, best thing that you can do is just come clean.

That's the only way I can help you.

You tell me everything that happened that night

'cause I am gonna get to the truth either way.

Are you?

Because it took you six hours

to figure out I was in a car crash two years ago.

Hi there.

Fred Allen, attorney at law.

Sorry I'm late. I was up all night with food poisoning

and... ...I'm all out of sorts.

Can I go now?

-Absolutely you can go. -Great.

This interview's over.

I know you think that I'm some hick,

but I am trying to help you.

'Cause either you are covering up for somebody

or you are in real trouble.

Thanks.

You almost ready?

What's the rush?

The rush?

Well, the whole damn campaign team

will be here in 30 minutes.

Strategists, consultants, a stylist.

Oh yeah, and a crisis PR team too.

For what crisis?

Maybe you didn't notice your best friend

got hauled off to jail

in the middle of my announcement.

Oh. That.

You're lookin' good, governor.

Don't.

Mmm.

Now, come on.

We can't. We gotta...

Mmm.

I said stop. Don't do that.

We can't.

Don't you think you oughta be gettin' dressed?

No. I don't.

Are we jerks for getting procedures

when there's been a murder?

She says after she gets hers.

Well, with Marcello's wait list,

we take what we can get.

Amen, honey.

Well, how come Margo's not here?

I don't know. She said she couldn't make it.

Well, I'd hate to see her units go to waste.

Guess who just left the station.

They held her overnight?

-Must be bad. -Of course it's bad.

It was her gun that killed Abby.

There always was something off about her.

She always was a little snooty.

And she did kill someone in Boston.

Y'all, justice will prevail.

The guilty will pay for their crimes.

You can count on it.

Oh my God. Sophie.

What is happening? What was that?

What was that? Where were you?

Why did you not come down to the station?

What, with Jack?

And I'm sorry, but did you Google

the world's dumbest lawyer?

You have no right.

I-I'm sorry. Wait. What does that mean?

You know, I don't know what any of this means because...

a couple of weeks ago, you were scared to go to an NRA party

and now you're getting arrested over a gun.

Yeah, you're right.

I fucked up.

You wanted me to have fun.

You wanted me to try to find the old Sophie again.

So I tried to fit in with Margo and the other wives for you.

-That's not fair. -And then I found a friend

that actually made me feel...

...good, and-and I could be a better version of myself.

And I...

I took it too far.

Tell me how far.

We went shopping the other day and I felt pressured,

and so I bought... a gun,

and I knew it was wrong, so I hid it.

You didn't bring it into the house, did you?

Do you know the first thing about storing a gun safely?

How did you lose your gun?

I don't know.

You were drinking, weren't you?

-Yeah. -Hmm.

Fuck.

What else have you been lying to me about?

Nothing.

I took out the BMW a few times.

Hmm, so you've been drinking and driving.

I'm not doing it at the same time.

So tell me exactly what happened.

After we went hunting,

I, um... I drank...

...way, way too much,

and I... I blacked out.

And, um, when I woke up, I didn't know where...

My gun was gone.

I lost it or someone stole it.

And it... I don't know how

but it just so happened to be the gun

that was used to kill Abby.

But I didn't know that girl,

so I-I have no reason to hurt her.

But you were blacked out,

so you don't really know what happened, do you?

Hmm.

Hey, I promise that I'm gonna find out what happened.

And when I do, you're gonna get

all of the explanations that you deserve.

-Mm-hmm. -I'll go back to therapy.

I'll do whatever you want. But right now, I re...

I really need to figure out what happened that night.

You need to fix this.

Hey, yo, J!

Jamie.

What, are you avoiding me now, Jamie?

You left me at the vigil.

Been leaving me on read too.

So what's up?

Dude, why are you being so dramatic?

You're actin' like a bitch.

What?

Huh?

What do you want?

Well, I talked to the cops.

We gon' need to square up on what you're gonna say

if they wanna talk to you.

I'm not lyin' for you.

-What is your problem? -Abby was murdered!

Someone has to give a shit.

She was my girlfriend.

Well, now you got your MILF. Right?

And your cheer squad.

And you're goin' off to Baylor next month,

so you got new pussy to swim in.

Fuck you say?

Did you kill her?

You kidding me, bro?

I left Margo's house with you.

You drove me home, dude.

You treated Abby like shit.

You're just jealous 'cause you never got my sloppy seconds.

Stop.

Stop!

Y'all alright?

We're fine.

So, as people enter the sanctuary,

there'll be photos of Abby on the two big screens

and then we'll have programs on every seat.

Oh, did you get the pictures that I sent?

I think they were the best, but I... I don't know.

I did. I got them, and they are perfect.

Now, as for the flowers,

the biggest arrangements will be flanking the casket

and then a bunch of smaller ones

will sit at the front of the stage.

Okay.

-Thanks, Bev. -Of course.

I'm just wondering, like,

where-where is she right now?

Oh. Abby's at the funeral parlor

being prepared for tomorrow.

Now, don't worry, I have been in touch

with the funeral director every step of the way.

And I know this won't ease your pain

but we both agree,

that brushed copper casket

will look absolutely beautiful in here.

Brushed copper?

That's not the one that I picked.

Yes. I understand there were

some financial considerations to be taken into account,

but the arrangements have all been taken care of.

By who?

-Starr, what a nice surprise... -You had no right!

-Where the fuck do you get off? -What are you talking about?

The pricey casket that I couldn't pay for?

What-what?

-I was trying to be charitable! -Don't worry about us.

What you oughta worry about is your rotten son

and what he did to my daughter!

My son didn't do anything wrong!

You need to leave my house!

Yeah? Well, you watch what happens if you fuck around

and you make me come back here.

You watch!

This is Margo.

Go on and say something sweet now.

Hi. Um, it's me.

Um, I... I really need to talk to you.

Um, this whole thing is...

this whole thing is so fucked up.

I mean, it's... it's really fucked up.

They think I...

They think I did it. They think I killed her.

I just...

I-I really need to talk to you.

Alone.

I need you.

Hi. Um, is Margo here?

It's an emergency. I really need to talk to her.

I'm sorry. Mrs. Banks isn't available right now.

Uh-uh...

-Who are you? -Jia-Yi.

Jed's campaign manager.

Well, is Jed here then?

Mr. Banks isn't available either.

Okay, um, their cars are here,

and I hear voices inside, so I know they're home.

So you can either just let me in

or turn your ass around and tell them I'm here.

I'm sorry. They're unavailable.

If it's an emergency, I suggest

you go back to your car and dial 911.

Uh, it's all good, Jia-Yi.

I can speak to Miss Sophie here.

Jed, hi. I'm so sorry to barge in like this,

but this whole gun thing is just a complete misunderstanding.

And is Margo here?

Sophie, we care about you, we do,

but you put us in a tough spot.

I know that. Um...

I-I just really need her

to tell the police that I was with her.

Well, Margo's making a statement to 'em later today.

Until then, I think what's best for everyone

is just to go ahead and let the process play out.

You understand that, don't you?

Jed. Jed.

-Jed... -You take care, Sophie.

Alright, guys, let's keep working.

We gotta roll out phase one.

Yes, sir. We're on it.

Alright, guys. You heard him.

Handled.

-That looks great, y'all. -Beautiful, Margo.

Really nice.

Oh my God.

F...

Oh, fuck you.

Wow.

Wow.

Okay, you cunts.

You all blocked me.

Fuck you.

Bradley.

You okay? You want a snack?

Wh... What happened?

Nothing. I'm fine.

That isn't nothing.

Who did you hit?

And how is this gonna look?

Showing up at the funeral tomorrow all banged up.

Now is not the time to get shy.

You better start talking, mister.

Stop!

It was fuckin' Jamie.

-What did you do, Bradley? -I didn't do shit!

It's all him.

He's gonna fuck up my alibi by being a pussy bitch.

Language!

He wants to talk to the fucking cops.

He's gonna tell 'em where we were.

No.

He's gonna tell 'em I wasn't with you.

He's gonna tell 'em the truth.

That I snuck out

and rode with him...

...and that it was my idea.

I'm so fucking stupid!

We didn't go to Creampie's.

We went to the other side of the lake...

Stop that! Right now!

I don't ever wanna hear you finish that sentence!

I don't know where you went that night

and I don't want to know.

Mom.

Okay.

Okay.

You... you go have a snack...

and I will take care of the rest.

-Okay? -Okay.

I want Jed to sit with you.

-Helps with optics. -That's a good idea.

I'll be right there to object to anything

that I don't want you answering.

You don't wanna go in there

and wave your dirty panties in their face.

And whatever you say

we may have to run damage control on

so keep it short and sweet.

The vaguer the better.

And remember, in this country,

you've got the right not to incriminate yourself.

Look, I get it.

You want me to lie and obfuscate

and muddy the waters.

But I'm about to be first lady of Texas,

so I'm gonna take the bull by the horns

and tell the truth.

Jamie! Hey!

Mrs. Thompson.

I just wanted to see how you were holding up.

Will I see your beautiful mother at the funeral tomorrow?

No. Um, she's working.

Okay.

Actually, I don't think I'm gonna make it.

Of course you're going, honey. Come on.

I can give you a ride home.

Jamie.

Look, I know that you and Brad both loved Abby,

and sometimes, strong feelings come out wrong,

but you will forgive each other your trespasses

because you're brothers.

I mean, you know me and Clint

have always thought of you as a son.

Thank you.

But I'm not going to that.

I don't wanna see Abby like that.

Hey, it's important to say goodbye.

You'll regret it if you don't.

Aw, honey, I know. I know. It's awful.

Look, Abby is in heaven and...

look, we're stuck here on Earth,

but we can't stop livin'.

Abby wouldn't want that.

We all have to look towards the future now.

Brad's the one with a future.

Alright? I'm not leaving Kirk County.

Oh.

Baby, don't say that. We're family.

We take care of each other.

You should apply to

the Holy Horizon's fellowship program.

Fifty thousand dollars

to a continuation of Christian education.

I think you've got a real chance of getting it.

-Really? -We'll set you up

at a good Christian university.

I'll even help you fill out the application.

I never even heard of this scholarship.

We're sticking together, Jamie.

Keepin' it in the family.

You do understand what I mean, right?

Yeah.

I understand.

That scholarship...

sounds good.

Wonderful.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Banks, for the inconvenience,

but when the main suspect in a murder case

says you're their alibi,

we gotta put you in the hot seat.

Of course.

So, where were you during the day

leading up to Abby Jackson's murder?

Well, it was a hot day.

Prime hog hunting weather.

So me and the girls, we got out early.

We can provide a list of names.

Uh, and we, uh, we shot a boar, 300-pounder.

-Oh, hell. A big'un. -Yeah.

So, you know, we took pictures for Instagram.

All timestamped, of course.

And then we went back and celebrated.

You know, nothin' unusual.

Just brunch, some booze.

Girls bein' girls. You know.

But then the others left and, uh...

well, Sophie and I, we... we just kept drinkin'.

Didn't want the party to end, I guess.

And one thing led to the other,

and...

I'm not proud of this,

but...

You can tell him.

Well, I took a Xanax recreationally.

Well, hell.

Shit, I get it.

I popped a Vicodin at a George Strait concert once.

These things happen.

And no one's gettin' arrested over it, okay?

But just to confirm, it was just you and Miss O'Neil

at your lake house that evening?

Yes.

You were there with her all night?

No. I was not.

I got a call around 10:30 p.m.

Family emergency.

And I'm ashamed to even admit it.

I got behind the wheel inebriated,

but it's just what I did.

It's what I had to do.

So I don't know what Sophie did

for the rest of the night.

Well, you understand we're gonna have to corroborate your story.

Yeah, of course.

Um...

I'll tell you all about my messed up family back in Alba.

Would-would you mind just turning that off?

It... it's personal.

Yeah, of course.

What the fuck are we doing, Jonny?

I was in the area,

thought maybe you could use a little pick-me-up.

Uh-huh.

Station's 30 minutes from here.

You know I'd drive 45 for a good sausage and cheese.

Bullshit.

You're here 'cause you need help on the Jackson case.

Hmm.

Whole thing's just weird.

You know, we brought in Sophie O'Neil.

She says she's with Margo Banks all night.

Then Margo comes in, says she left the lake house

at 10:30 p.m. for a family thing.

It's weird 'cause it's some big secret.

I mean, Jonny cut the camera in the middle of the interview.

And I know what you're thinking

but LeDoux, he went and checked it out

and sure enough,

family medical emergency in Alba.

Sophie's got no alibi.

What do you think?

She do it?

Hmm.

I'm not sure.

From what you told me, that girl's got no motivation.

The evidence, it just keeps on stacking up.

Now, she's got this ugly prior,

this vehicular homicide in Massachusetts

that basically just disappeared off the map.

Plus, you know, she owned the murder weapon, so...

Which she bought, what, like five days ago?

You think she even knows how to use it?

I don't know.

Can't wrap my head around it.

Wait, where you goin'?

Abby Jackson's funeral's in 30.

Let's just skip the part where you tell me I need to rest

and I tell you I'm fine.

It's a public funeral, I can go if I want.

Dressed like that?

Come on, girl, run a comb through your hair.

Be in the car.

Hey there. Good to see you.

Hey.

Break her arm pattin' herself on the back like that.

What?

Mom, funeral.

It's just about time.

You ready?

Yeah.

Okay.

Please take your seats.

We're about to begin.

I can't say everything's gonna be alright.

'Cause it's not.

We hurt.

And we will hurt for a long time.

"John 4:1-6 says, "Let not your heart

be troubled."

"Believe in God

but believe also in me.

My father's house has many rooms.

If that were not so, would I have told you

"that I'm going there to prepare a place for you?"

"And if I go and prepare a place for you,"

I will come back and take you to be with me,

that you also may be where I am.

"You know the way to the place where I am going."

We ask God to give us peace...

-Hey! -...as we seek

to release this child...

-Uh-unh. Let's go. -...'til we are rejoined.

Come on.

I'm just here to talk to Margo.

No. You are not welcome here. You gotta go, honey.

This is not the place.

-But he will not return to me. -Come on. Get outta here.

Now, David's response and insight

carries penetrating truth for us

that we can apply to our situation

in the here and now.

The scriptures tell us that he went to the house of the Lord

and worshipped,

comforted his wife...

...and returned to the business of life.

I want y'all to pray with me.

Sophie!

-What do you want? -I don't know.

To make sure you're okay, I guess.

Yeah, I'm not.

Uh, I'm not okay.

I know. I saw them kick you out.

They didn't have to do that.

Thanks.

Look, it's not fair.

None of it's fair. I mean...

half the people inside don't even care about Abby.

It's messed up. You shouldn't be a suspect.

You didn't do anything wrong.

How do you know that?

Just a feeling.

Look, I-I barely remember anything from the other night,

but I just wanted you to know that I feel so awful

about what happened with us.

It was completely inappropriate and I'm just...

I'm so sorry.

Shit, what do you think happened?

I mean, I assume that we, uh...

had sex.

I wish. Um...

No, you just kept saying I was too young for you

and tried to call me your "baby boy."

It... ...kinda killed the vibe.

That's good. Thank God.

Okay. Well, then what happened after that?

Nothing. Just... just took Brad home.

I should probably get back inside.

Jamie, can you just...

You're like the only person that I have to talk to about this.

-I can't. -And...

Mm-hmm.

Just be careful.

Okay?

These people don't fuck around.

Mm-hmm.

Where have you been?

I don't have proof,

but I think this whole thing is fucking hinky.

-Hinky? -Like a conspiracy

and I think that I'm in the middle of it.

I think that someone stole my gun

in the middle of the night to try and set me up.

Do you have proof

of the conspiracy?

Nobody's talking to me. They all iced me out.

They all blocked me on fucking Instagram.

And they just threw me out of Abby's funeral,

and that guy with one eye is following me again.

One eye?

Yeah, I know. I know this is a lot.

I...

Graham, I really, really need you to believe me.

Sheriff's department!

Hello again.

Deputy Flynn. This is Deputy Salazar.

We were hoping to talk to Sophie.

Come on in.

So I know that we spoke yesterday

but I wanted to give you one more chance

to just tell us what happened.

Why don't we think of this as a... as a do-over, hm?

Remember, we can't help you unless you tell us the truth.

I told the truth.

I was with Margo Banks all night.

Well, then we have a problem.

Because Margo left the lake house at 10:30

for a family emergency.

N-No. That-that can't be right.

'Cause we just talked the other day

after we found out about Abby

and she didn't tell-tell me that.

You know I could bring you in right now?

You falsified information to a police officer.

That's three months, right there.

I'm gonna level with you.

This doesn't look good.

But I don't think you did it.

But nine times out of ten,

the obvious answer is the correct one,

and right now,

you're looking obvious as fuck.

I don't know why you're lying,

but now's the second best time...

to stop.

I...

honestly don't know what happened.

But I had no reason to want that girl dead.

I didn't do it.

I wouldn't do it.

Okay.

Here.

Take my card.

In case you think of anything else.

Sophie, don't leave town.

You have a good one.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Are you fucking kidding me?

This is what I'm talking about. This is a setup.

This is... this is all Margo.

A family emergency?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Come on. She did this and she's framing me.

Why the fuck would she be framing you?

That is not something that happens in real life.

I don't know.

I don't know anything other than the fact

that I didn't fucking do this.

But you don't even know that!

You know, I really tried to take your side,

even when you sounded fucking insane earlier,

but now, you just sound... you sound fucking crazy.

-Graham. -No. No, no.

No, I can't do thi... I'm not doing thi...

I'm not doing this again.

No, you're drinkin' again. You're drinkin' and drivin'.

You're blackin' out.

You're lyin' to the fuckin' police!

But the worst... the worst part

is you brought a gun into our house

around our seven-year-old!

Why? So you can look cool in front of your friends?

You've had a CPS investigation before!

You should know better. I mean, what if Jack...

Don't. Don't.

Don't even say it.

I just...

I don't feel comfortable with you living here.

No. Don't.

Don't say that. I'm not gonna leave Jack!

No. Mm-mm.

Until this is resolved,

I don't think you should be in the house.

O Lord,

by whose mercy the faithful departed find rest,

bless this grave

and send your holy angel to watch over it.

Amen.

-You go. -Okay.

I love you.

I love you.

Okay, bye.

Hey, stranger.

Need a ride home?

Oh, um...

I was gonna ride with Abby's cousin, but...

Yeah. Sure.

Is everything okay?

I mean, I've barely seen you at Holy Horizon lately

and I miss you.

We... we all miss you.

Hey, don't worry about me.

I'm just dealing with some work stuff,

but God is still my homie.

You know, he got me.

He made sure I ran into you today, didn't he?

That's true.

Now... you know, it's just us

and we can talk as people.

Not pastor to congregant or old to young.

Just one man, one woman...

sharing one pain.

Yeah.

I know you miss Abby too.

Yeah.

But... honestly, I mean...

with you here, I'm feeling better already.

Why can't I go on vacation with you?

Because it's an adult thing,

but I will be back as soon as I can, okay?

Can you make me a quesadilla before you leave?

I'll make you a quesadilla, okay, bud?

Mommy's gotta go now.

Okay.

Can you give me a hug?

Okay.

I love you, baby. Okay?

And I'll always, always come back to you.

Love you, Mommy.

Come help me in the kitchen, pal.

Okay.

Shit.

God damn it. Damn it. Damn it!

This is Margo.

Go on and say something sweet now.

Do you think that if you don't talk to me

that I'm just gonna go away?

You think I'm just gonna shut up?

How-how dare you.

No, really. How fucking dare you.

I just lost everything because of you.

I just lost my son. I just lost my family.

I just lost my home, you fucking bitch.

Margo Banks, queen fucking bee,

always gets everything that she wants.

Oh my God! I mean, I knew that that was the deal.

I knew. But I didn't know

that you were gonna go as far as to frame me

for fucking murder!

Are you a sociopath?

Oh my God, you are. Are you a sociopath?

You know what? Don't even answer that.

I don't even wanna know.

Because you're sick.

You are a sick, sick person.

Fuck you!

So Jonny, how's the investigation going?

Well, just between us,

your story checked out, obviously,

but, uh, can't say the same thing

about your gal Sophie.

Really think she did it?

I don't know. Uh, I don't love it.

I mean, she'd have to be a crack shot to do what she did,

and Callie here says she wasn't.

Besides, wife, mother, good family.

People ain't gonna like it.

Oh, give me a fucking break.

She's an entitled, coastal elite with a body count.

Now, look, she may have gotten away with it in Boston,

but not here. No, ma'am.

'Cause you know what we got down here in Texas?

Justice, that's what.

Justice.

Plus, she's a total bitch.

-Callie. -I'm just saying!

What do you think? Could she have done it?

Well...

I may be an idiot, but...

I actually liked her.

Sweet girl. Needed a friend,

bein' new in town and all.

But...

-What do you think? -But I didn't know

that you were gonna go as far as to frame me

for fucking murder!

Are you a sociopath?

Oh my God, you are. Are you a sociopath?

You know what? Don't even answer that.

I don't even wanna know. You are a sick...

Framing that poor, sweet, innocent girl for murder!

Margo Banks, how could you?

Who? My little pussy cat?

Hello?

Sophie.

Who is this?

Sienna Coulson.

Coulson-Banks.

Jed's ex-wife.

Oh. Uh...

Hi.

I was at the funeral today.

I saw what happened.

Um, yeah.

I wasn't, um... That wasn't really...

Girl, you gotta be smarter.

-You look guilty as sin. -Well, I'm not.

I don't even know how the gun...

Jesus Christ, I'm not talking about the gun.

I'm not talking about specifics.

I'm talkin' 'bout how things look.

People think you did it

'cause someone wants it to look that way.

Right?

So...

-who's that? -Margo.

Ding-ding-ding-ding- ding-ding-ding!

That cunt's a snake.

And I can say that

'cause I'm a cunt and a snake.

Why me?

Who knows!

She knows. He knows.

He?

You mean, like, Jed?

Jed's a big, dumb idiot.

He don't know shit.

Kyle's the one you need to worry about.

Kyle... You mean Kyle, Margo's brother?

You mean crackhead brother.

Why do you think I live in a goddamn duplex?

He was gonna break my kneecaps

unless I signed that shitty divorce agreement.

So... I signed.

So you think he's setting me up.

Or you think he's helping her.

I told you, I don't know specifics!

Just...

how it looks.

-Thank you for calling me. -Mmm.

Of course, honey.

-Bye now. -Sienna?

Do you know where I can find Kyle?

Who the fuck are you?

-I'm-I'm Sophie O'Neil. -Who sent you here?

-Oh my God. -Who sent you? Huh?

-What? Fuck! -Get the fuck in here.

Oh fuck, please don't shoot me.

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