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[intriguing music playing softly]

[Anna] Good morning.
I'm coming to you live from Dahlonega,

where there has been
a significant development

in the Rachel Hopkins murder case.

As 7,500 friends and neighbors
wake up this morning,

they face the grim prospect
that one of them could be a serial killer.

Now, as this is
a rapidly evolving situation,

know that information is still scarce,

especially on the very first day
of Gold Rush Day's festival,

which typically is a time for celebration.

But what I can confirm is
the second victim is Helen Wang,

the headmistress
of St. Hilary's private girls' school.

While I have nothing more to share,
as soon as I know something, you will too.

I'm Anna Andrews,
here in Dahlonega for WSK.

[indistinct chatter]

[Anna] We humans are capable
of inflicting such misery.

Such cruelty.

Such pain.

And yet,
the most dangerous thing we do is lie…

to others.

And to ourselves.

Guess we should've interviewed her
yesterday.

Did Anna tell you what the hell
she was doing here?

[Priya] Apparently,
Miss Wang left her a message at her B&B,

asked her to meet her here.

[Jack] On a Saturday?

She said she arrived,

she saw the body,
she called her cameraman, then called us.

[Jack] All right, look.

Call Dahlonega Manor,
where Anna's staying.

Just make sure that story checks out.

-I'mma go talk to her.
-[Priya] Yeah, I have her phone.

She give you access?

No. I asked, but--

-She laughed at you.
-[Priya] Yeah.

[sighs] Yeah.

[intriguing music playing]

[music fades]

-Stan, why don't you give us a minute?
-Yes, sir. Let's clear out, boys.

-You okay?
-[Anna] Mm-hmm.

-Wanna tell me what you're doing here?
-I told your sidekick.

-Can I have my phone back, please?
-Here's your phone.

Walk me through it, huh? Step by step.

Helen asked me to meet her here at seven.

Found her dead at 7:05.

7:06, I called my cameraman.

7:08, I called my boss.

7:45, I dialed 911.

Great. You called your cameraman first?
You called cameraman, then you called 911?

She was already dead,
and it's my job to report,

so yep, that's what I did.

Deputy Scott here said
the doors were locked. How'd you get in?

I don't know. Ask Helen.

-Okay, well--
-[woman] Pardon me. Excuse me.

[Jack sighs]

You know, I gotta ask you.

-Where were you the night Rachel died?
-Why would you?

-You know why I gotta ask you.
-In Atlanta.

-Can you prove that, Anna?
-Do I need to, Jack?

[Jack scoffs]

-Are we done here?
-[camera shutter clicking]

Yeah. You stay in the fucking building.
You got that?

[unsettling music playing]

[distant siren wailing]

Calls and emails are pouring in.
Atlanta loves you.

-If only… Ah, forget it.
-No, no, no! If only what?

If only you could do something
to spike it, really drive the numbers up

so it doesn't seem
like I'm playing favorites.

-I'll see what I can do.
-Go get 'em, tiger.

[indistinct chatter in background]

[Priya] Well, I appreciate it.
Yes, thank you.

-[Jack] Who's that?
-The night-shift clerk.

The call came in after midnight,

but the message wasn't delivered
to Miss Andrews until early this morning.

-[sighs]
-[Priya] Definitely a woman who left it.

Two women,
best friends since high school, murdered.

A knife used in both their killings.

A friendship bracelet
placed in both their mouths.

Both connected to Clyde Duffie.

[knocking on door]

[woman] No fingerprints anywhere.

Not even the victim's.

Whole place wiped clean?
Maybe we're looking at a professional.

Maybe old Clyde hired somebody.
Let's check his phone records.

Get a list of everybody he called
over the last month.

Bank accounts,
see if he's made major cash withdrawals.

[Priya] Remember you asked me
to do that check on Richard Jones?

-[Jack] Yeah.
-[Priya] Came back.

Assault and battery three years ago,
broke a woman's jaw.

[uneasy music playing]

[Jack] Be right back.

[indistinct chatter]

[intriguing music playing]

[Jack] You seen Anna?

[Richard] I'd give your wife some space
if I were you.

Trust me, she's not in the mood.

Pay attention
to your fucked-up own marriage.

You don't know anything about me
or my fuckin' marriage, okay?

-Know you're a lowdown cheat.
-You know that?

-Yeah, I do.
-Really?

-That bother you?
-Get the fuck--

Too bad I ain't a female.
You might just break my jaw, huh?

[brakes squealing]

She went that way.

[Jack sighs]

[engine starts]

[woman] She was so upset,
she didn't come today.

She just said she wasn't even coming…

[indistinct announcement over PA]

[jaunty folk music playing]

[Anna] Mr. Mayor, trust me when I tell you
I think it's about to get a lot worse,

but I can help you if you'll let me.

A televised town hall, more publicity.
Why would I put gasoline on a fire?

Fight fire with fire.

[mayor] No, you do not. You suck
the oxygen out of it. You smother it.

-We need to stop, drop, and roll here.
-Sir, those days disappeared with dial-up.

These days, if you don't tell
your own story, somebody else will.

What exactly is our story?

That this town, her people, and her mayor
are strong, safe, and unafraid.

You let America know that Dahlonega
is very much open for business.

[mayor] And… and you get what out of this?

I'm from here.

I care about this town.
You know my mother still lives here.

I didn't know any of that.

I thought most celebrities
were more than happy

to prostitute their private lives
for public consumption.

You know, I think maybe

you and I had a different experience
growing up in this town.

[mayor] You ever think that the, uh,
successes you've had, who you are,

are due in no small part to Dahlonega?

-I have.
-[mayor] Pro tip.

Instead of, uh, resenting
where you're from,

maybe consider how privileged you were.

You know, change your attitude.

To what?

"Thanks, Dahlonega."

I see.

Pro tip, if I may?

[mayor] Please.

Well, Dahlonega runs on tourism.

The 45-to-65, wine-sipping, leaf-peeping,
law-and-order, disposable income crowd.

-Correct?
-[mayor] It is, yes.

Okay. Well, you know
who's a big fan of true crime?

The camper-towing, underemployed,
lunch-packing, online-detective crowd.

So pros would get ahead of this
right away.

Or else, you're gonna let
the Internet deal with it.

Then you know
what I think is gonna happen?

The invisible hand of public opinion

is gonna grab a handful
of that gorgeous hair of yours

and stuff an economy-killing,
serial-killer reputation

straight up your ass, Mr. Mayor.

And then, good luck with reelection.

[uneasy music playing]

So… what do you say?

It only takes a few seconds

when both the carotid
and the jugular veins are cut.

But with a slash,

it's hard to say whether or not
the same type of knife was used.

Not sure that matters.
Whether it's the same knife or not,

it's certainly the same person
that used it.

We know because of the bracelet.

That detail was never released
to the press, so

murders must be linked.

Wait a second.

If the clippings were taken
as a souvenir on the last case--

[Turner] She still has both eyes,
if that's what you're getting at.

In both cases, there was a message left.

First case, the fingernails, right?
There was a word.

Here it's the forehead. Same person.

[Priya] The staples could be seen
as another message.

"See no evil," maybe,
or "Turn a blind eye."

Lots of ocular trauma though.

Mm.

It took some muscle to get staples
to stick in soft tissue like this.

Hey, Doc, do you have a time of death?

[Turner] Well, not an exact one.

Well, rigor's pretty well peaked though.

Usually happens 12 hours after
in a reasonably air-conditioned room.

[sighs] That bracelet,

that's pretty much
the exact same, isn't it?

[Jack] Yeah.

Pretty much identical to the last one.

Doesn't look worn.

Threads seem new.

I can check in town
to see where they might be sold.

Seems like we're back at square one
with the semen.

No matches in the database,
and Mr. Duffie's impotent.

Pfft. So he says, anyway.

We'll know for sure
when the swab results come in.

That said, given the amount
of large-waisted strap-ons

I found in his garbage,
he could be telling the truth.

I just puked in my mouth.

If Duffie was the killer,
what's his motive?

He said he had those rules with Rachel
about hooking up.

He said specifically no one in Dahlonega.

The jizz ain't his.

-His wife broke the rules.
-That's right.

[Priya] But it doesn't explain
why he'd kill Miss Wang.

Yeah. Well, what we gotta figure out
is where that call to Dahlonega Manor,

where it originated from.

Why?

They said it came in
after midnight, right?

Helen was dead.

-Right.
-Yeah.

-Let me know what you find.
-Yes, sir.

[engine starts]

[intriguing music playing]

-What the fuck, Jack?
-I'm sorry, Zoe. I just--

-You just dig through my shit?
-Hey, look--

Just, look,
I need to know what this is, okay?

-What?
-Where'd you get it?

-Are you serious?
-Dead serious.

You broke into my room for this?

-I didn't break in.
-Dirty-ass friendship bracelet?

It's not the fucking necklace
from Titanic.

-[Jack] Where did you get it?
-Jesus Christ.

Anna made them for all of us.

-[Jack] Does Anna have one?
-[sighs]

Just 'cause you're a cop doesn't mean
I have to answer stupid questions.

-I need your help, okay?
-[sighs]

Rachel and Helen,
what were they to each other?

Duh, Helen was a lesbo,
and Rachel swung both ways.

At least she did in high school.

She had the hots for your wife, too,
but Anna was a goody-two-shoes.

Was that why they all stopped
being friends? That what happened?

It was so long ago, I don't remember.
Rachel probably got bored.

-[cell phone ringing]
-Damn it, hold on.

What's going on, Sheriff?

The mayor wants to do
a dog and pony show for the press

to keep his ass from being recalled.

-[Jack] What? When?
-Tonight.

I want you to head it up
since you're more familiar.

Oh, for… You can't. It's been
less than 24 hours since the murder.

-You don't want that information released.
-It's not my call, okay?

Get your fucking ducks in a row.
Get everybody to calm the hell down.

-And get moving on a solve.
-Oh, for fuck's sake. It's…

Sir, it's a mistake, okay?

-[disconnect tone]
-God…

Goddammit. [sighs]

[mouse clicking]

[cell phone chimes]

[sighs]

[man] Morning, Ms. Andrews.

Deputy Adams calling
to check on your mother.

We found her wandering again last night
and wanted to make sure she's okay.

Please feel free to call me
at the Sheriff's office. Have a good day.

[birds chirping]

-[bottles clanging]
-[Anna] Ma?

Mama!

Mama?

You in here?

[door creaking]

[uneasy music playing]

I begged my mom,

so she got them
as an early birthday present.

But I can't wear the pants
outside the house

unless I cover the part that says "juicy."

["Toxic" by Britney Spears
playing over stereo]

What do you think?

-[Rachel] I think it's super cute.
-[Anna laughs]

I got you something too.

You can wear it to your party next week.

It's a Wonderbra.

-Thanks… [chuckles awkwardly] …Rach.
-Try it on.

Right now?

Well, don't you wanna see if it works?

-I won't look.
-♪ You're toxic, I'm slippin' under ♪

♪ With a taste of a poison paradise ♪

♪ I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic? ♪

♪ And I love what you do
Don't you know… ♪

[Rachel] Well?

Oh my God.

-Your tits look amazing.
-[Anna chuckles]

You're so fuckin' hot.

[Zoe] You guys here?

[Rachel] Yeah. Up in the bedroom.

I brought beverages.

Shit. You look hot.

I have another surprise.

The new and improved Catherine Kelly.

-[mock fanfare]
-[girls giggle]

-[Anna] Hey, Catherine.
-Hi, Anna. Thanks for having me over.

I apologized for being such a bitch,
and I told her it wasn't really pee.

-I was really relieved.
-[girls giggle]

[uncertainly] Yeah, me too.

Anyway, you both look awesome.

-Let's get some pics.
-Oh, I don't take very good photos.

Bullshit. You look sexy as hell.
Just smile this time though.

-[Catherine chuckles awkwardly]
-[Rachel] Cheese!

[giggling spitefully]

Anna, have you ever thought
about straightening your hair?

Uh… Wait, let me put my top back on.

Come on, pose. Like a model.

-[Helen] Yeah, like a supermodel.
-[Zoe] Yeah, come on, sexy lady. [giggles]

-[howling]
-[Helen] Okay, body!

-Yeah!
-[Rachel giggling]

[Alice] Anna!

-Anna!
-[Anna] Yeah!

[Alice sighs]

Where were you?

[Alice] Just outside in the garden.
I saw your car.

[Anna sighs]

What?

Ugh.

That big mouth, Jack, probably told you
he had to come get me again.

Come on over here and sit
with your mama for a minute. Come on.

I'm glad you came by.

With everything that's going on,
I think you should stay here.

Hm? It's safer.

-Ain't nobody coming out all this way.
-You know I can't stay in that room, Mom.

[softly] Yeah.

[poignant music playing softly]

Baby, I don't know how we do it.

But at some point,
if we gon' keep on living…

we gon' have to find a way
to make peace with the past. Hmm?

Mama…

when I'm done here,
which is gonna be soon,

I'm gonna go back to Atlanta.

And

I think you gotta come with me, Mom.

-To live?
-Mm-hmm.

-In Atlanta?
-So I can take care of you

until we can figure out what's next.

Ooh-ee, honey. [chuckles]

Anna, honey, I love you,
but this is my home,

and I don't need a babysitter.

Alice…

is something going on with you?

Maybe.

[poignant music continues]

Okay, so then we're gonna…

[exhales slowly]

We're gonna need some help.

I hear you.

[breathes deeply]

I hear you.

Okay.

[man] This is Gerald. How can I help you?

[Priya] Detective Patel here
with the Dahlonega Sheriff's Office.

I need an origin number
for a call made to Dahlonega Manor

at 12:02 a.m. this morning.

[Gerald] Sure thing.

But, you know, before that,

I wanna follow up
on a request for phone records

I put a rush on three days ago.

[Gerald] Customer name?

Hopkins, Rachel.

[Gerald] Yeah, so… so that was canceled.

What? Canceled by who?

[Gerald] Uh…

A Detective Harper.

[unsettling music playing]

-Run both, please, immediately.
-Sure.

[Jack] Pretend to do police work.
Goddamn joke.

What's going on, Boston?
Who you talking to?

Uh… Another wackadoo lead.

[Jack] Yeah, well,
there's some more wackadoo leads for you.

This… whole mess for these idiots in town.

-Goddamn waste of time.
-[door closes]

-[man] Good to see you.
-[mayor] Yeah, good to see you.

-[woman] How you doing, Mayor?
-Good to see you.

So what exactly are we hoping
to achieve tonight?

[Anna] Hmm…

Answer questions, calm nerves,

assuage fears.

[Richard] You're kidding.

Sarcasm. Right.

Ooh… [trills lips]

-[keys jangling]
-[rattling]

[Richard sighs]

-Okay, Annie Oakley.
-[Anna chuckles]

-Why you got a gun in your purse?
-If I open carried, it'd ruin my outfit.

[chuckles]

Any good with it?

I don't know. [sniffs]

You… I… I feel like you should know…

[chuckles] …if you're gonna
carry it around with lipstick and Tylenol.

Well, I got it when I was

working nights on the crime desk.

Better to have it and not need type thing.

[Richard] Yeah, I'll say.
Let's hope you don't need it.

[woman]Mama, I'mma head on in
to get you a seat, okay?

-News time?
-[Anna] Uh-huh.

[Richard sniffs] Mm.

-[sighs]
-[man] There he is! How're you doing?

[indistinct background chatter]

[Anna] Good evening, everybody.

The purpose of this town hall tonight
is to separate rumor from fact,

to provide you with some answers
and hopefully some comfort.

And for those of you watching
at home tonight,

so often when we hear
about murders on television,

we forget that the victim is a person

who has left behind friends, family,

community, and so many questions.

And for us, that in times of fear,

finding those who you trust
is even more important.

[audience muttering]

So I want to thank you, Mayor Woodruff,
for putting together this event

at such short notice

and for having WSK
as a trusted source to cover it.

-[applause]
-[Anna] Yes!

Yes. Thank you, Mr. Mayor. Thank you.

Detective Harper?

[under breath] Fuckin' waste of time.

[clears throat]

Ladies and gentlemen, I'll go ahead
and share with you what I can,

and then I guess
we'll open it up for questions.

Rachel Hopkins and, uh, Helen Wang,
they were part of this community.

They grew up here. They lived locally.

They were both murdered.

It was violent.
It was heinous. It was gruesome.

And we do believe these murders were, uh…

They're connected.
These women were targeted.

We do believe they were committed
by the same person or persons.

You mean like a serial killer?

-[woman 1] What the hell?
-[woman 2] Who's doing this?

[Jack] Now, look, I… I've worked homicide
the better part of a decade,

not just here in Lumpkin County,
but Atlanta Metro.

-And I assure you…
-[audience mutters angrily]

I've worked with some of the best
investigation teams in the country,

and one thing I just want y'all
to wrap your heads around

is that the majority of these cases,
they do go unsolved.

-[man 1] What the hell does that mean?
-Fuck.

-[man 2] This ain't Atlanta.
-[Jack] I understand.

-[woman 3] You're not gonna solve this?
-I never said that.

I'm just saying what this is gonna require
is patience, yeah? And cooperation.

You're gonna have to let us do our job.

I thought your job was
to protect the citizens of Dahlonega.

-[woman 4] Yeah!
-[man 4] Damn right!

[man 5 calls out]

-That most certainly is our job.
-What are you doing to keep our kids safe?

I don't believe your kids aren't safe.
I don't believe kids are being targeted.

[woman 6] Do you know who is a target?

[man 5] Our kids are in danger!
Come on and say it!

[man 6] I heard they were naked.

-[woman 7] They took their eyes out!
-For Christ's sake.

-[man 6] I heard they were naked.
-[woman 8] I hear they were in a sex ring!

-[woman 9] What's the blood spatter show?
-Enough--

[man 7] Answer the fucking question!
Were they naked?

-Let my brother talk, Jordan!
-Fuck you, Zo!

-[Zoe] You fucking idiot.
-[Jack] Can we not do that, please?

Ladies and gentlemen,
that's not how this works.

We've got a job to do,
and this ain't that, so…

I bid you goodnight.

-[audience mutters]
-[Jordan] Where the fuck is he going?

Hey, get back up there and do your job,
you fucking coward.

[Zoe] Leave him be. Mind your business.

-[Jordan] Shut up.
-Shut your fucking pie hole.

Ladies and gentlemen, what you saw there
is a detective doing his job. All right?

So now more than ever,
it's important we look after each other.

That we care for each other.

And I say now more than ever

because I myself know
what this killer is capable of.

I found Helen Wang's body.

[shocked muttering]

Now, I've covered countless murders
in the course of my career.

Heinous, grisly, ugly things.

What I saw there was about as bad
as anything I've ever seen.

[whispering in audience]

Now, I don't know much. I am no detective,

but I have learned two things
about people who kill.

One is that the best indicator
of future behavior is past behavior,

and two,
killer usually knows their victim.

-[woman 9] Dear Jesus.
-[man 8] Oh my goodness.

Which means one of us in here,

maybe many of us,

might know who the killer is.

[concerned muttering in audience]

We might not want to say.

The killer could be in this very room.

-Where's Duffie? How come he's not here?
-You went to school with those girls.

Yeah, Zo, you went to St. Hilary.
You were on the payment plan.

Your limp dick was
on the payment plan, Jordan!

You wish you had
that limp dick, didn't you?

You know what? Say that to my face.
Why don't you say that to my fucking face?

[indistinct yelling]

[Jordan] Fuck you and any kids you got!

-[indistinct yelling]
-[officer] Come on, back up!

-[woman 10] Excuse me!
-Get outta my fuckin' face!

-Fuck you! Get the fuck off me.
-Settle down!

-[woman 11] Hey now! Hey now!
-[indistinct yelling]

[uneasy music playing]

Thanks, Dahlonega.

…face! Fuck you! Get the fuck off me.

I'm tired of your shit!
All you do is talk!

[indistinct yelling]

Goddamn! I love that girl.

Hi, Lexy.

FYI, I'll be filing a report
from the field,

which you'll need to run
during the ten o'clock hour.

-[Jim] Where you going?
-[Lexy] Dahlonega.

-[hesitates] What?
-Have Eddie cover my desk.

[door opens]

-[Zoe] What was that?
-A town hall. People talking.

Yeah, talking about me.

Well, I didn't say your name.

If the people who know you
think you might have an insight

into how or why Rachel or Helen
were murdered,

then that's not on me.

Bullshit! I haven't talked to
those bitches in years, and you know that.

And you fucking left, Anna,
so why are you here?

What are you trying to do?
Shit on me? Shit on this town?

I mean, Jesus fuckin' Christ.
You still holding a grudge about…

It's been 20 fuckin' years.
Wasn't even that big a deal.

Where were you, Zoe, last night
between the hours of eight and 12?

Huh?

[Zoe laughs]

Funny. Funny.

They always underestimated me, those two,
just like everybody else in this town.

Even my brother.

That's because nobody knows
what you're capable of.

But I do.

[tense music playing]

Does it scare you?

Thinking about who might be next?

[Anna] Does it scare you?

[Anna chuckles]

Better get out of here, Zoe.

It's not safe.

[mysterious music playing]

[knocking on window]

Nothing like some small-town drama
to work up an appetite.

-Yeah.
-Wanna grab a bite to eat?

Uh… [sighs]

I can't, actually.
I have something else I gotta do.

All right. I'll be up for a bit,

so you can always knock
if you need some company.

Hey, thank you for your help tonight,
Richard. I appreciate it.

Yeah.

[window whirring]

No problem.

[cell phone ringing]

Hey, baby.

-What are you doing?
-[Richard] Huh?

Um… Nothing much.

-What's up?
-I'll be there in half an hour.

[Richard] What? Babe--

-[disconnect tone]
-Hello? Oh, fuck.

[engine revving]

[uneasy music playing]

[message tone]

[Lexy] Clyde.

Can you share with us how you're feeling?

[Clyde sniffles] It's just frustratin'.

Not knowin' anything,
not bein' told anything.

I mean, and that town hall…

[scoffs] I'm just glad
I didn't bother to go.

How's that help any of us, really?

I can only imagine how hurtful
it must have been for you.

All that matters to me is gettin' justice.

[Lexy] Mm.

Doin' whatever I can to find
whoever killed Rachel and Helen.

I want whoever is targeting
the good women of this town

to be stopped and held accountable.

[Lexy] Mm.

So I am offerin' a $50,000 reward

to anyone who knows anything
about what happened to my wife.

[Clyde sobbing]

[Mary Ann whining]

You heard it here first.

In a town where everyone has questions,

one grieving husband is offering $50,000
for answers.

Reporting live from Dahlonega,

Lexy Jones.

We're clear. [sighs]

So sorry for your loss.

[uneasy music playing]

-Get all that?
-Yeah, course I got it.

Good. Let's go.

[uneasy music playing]

[Clyde sighs]

Well, think of it as a punctuation mark
on the story.

-[Jim] It's not that simple!
-Who knows? Maybe it helps.

[Richard sighs]

But if you rerun any clips
from the town hall,

you'll have to rerun my clip too.

Just to be accurate about it.

[Jim] You have two hours.

Thanks, Jim.

[Richard sighs]

Do you have something you wanna say to me?

No, I just… [sighs]
…I don't know why you'd do it.

Do what?

Go through all this trouble

just to take the shine off Anna.

I mean… you already have
the anchor desk, honey. [chuckles]

Who cares what she does
in the field, you know?

Well, I care.

Because she's after what's mine.

-Um…
-[dark music playing]

Mm.

And I am not

going to let her have it.

Am I?

No.

[Lexy moans]

-Get in the car.
-[Lexy giggles]

-[Richard] Should we go to the lake house?
-[Priya] Detective Patel.

Hey, uh, it's Wally.

I couldn't reach Detective Harper,
so I figured I'd give you a ring.

Okay. Yeah, I see.

[Wally] His DNA sample's
cross-contaminated.

[uneasy music playing]

Got strands
from two different people in it.

-Thanks. Um…
-[Wally] Yeah.

-Okay, I will let him know.
-[Wally] Cool. Have a great night.

Are they all wearing them?

[uneasy music continues]

[uneasy music fades]

[Jack] Hey, Anna.

Hey.

[Jack] Thanks for… for coming.

Yeah.

You know, I know that you, uh…

you weren't in Atlanta, you know the…

the night that Rachel died.

You saw me, didn't you?

You know I was with her.

I didn't hurt her, Anna.

You know that, right?

[train horn blaring in distance]

Did you see anything?

Anybody else that was there?

Do you know who did it?

I didn't do it,
if that's what you're asking.

[softly] Okay.

That makes two of us.

[Anna scoffs]

I'm sorry you saw that, Anna.

It didn't mean anything.

[Anna] Yeah,
but it meant even less to her.

So why were you with her, Jack?

The same reason you were with that…
gorilla of a cameraman of yours, right?

Except my gorilla of a cameraman
wasn't found butchered the next morning

with me in charge
of finding out who did it.

That's fair, Anna.

-Maybe I shoulda said something.
-[scoffs] Maybe.

[chuckling] I cannot wait to hear this.

[Jack] You just say I did, right?

You follow that through,
then they kick me off the case, then what?

Who's gonna solve it?

Someone around here gonna solve it?

Someone who's never been
on a homicide case, let alone solved one?

Who's gonna do it if I step off of it?

So you corrupt your own case,
break the law,

but insist on staying on it
instead of, I don't know, saying,

"Hey, fellas,
that there is Rachel Hopkins."

"I don't know who killed her,
but I know who fucked her. Me."

But no, you couldn't do that.

No. You are the only capable cop
this side of Atlanta,

so you manage to be both the victim
and hero of your own story.

It is unbelievable,
but that's what you do.

Guess I'm really sorry
that you feel that way.

[Anna] No, you're not.

That's what people say
to make themselves feel better.

You're not sorry for how I feel.

To be sorry about how I feel,
you'd have to understand first.

-Right.
-But you don't do that.

[sucks in breath] Guess not.

[softly] Guess not.

I told you I didn't feel good
about leaving her that night, didn't I?

Didn't I?

[Jack] Yes, Anna, you did.

What, you think I don't know that?
You think I don't think about that?

You think I don't carry that with me?
She was mine too.

[Jack] She…

[voice catching] She was my baby too.

I never get to see her again either.
Never get to hold her. [breathes shakily]

Sing to her, hold her hand.
I hate myself. I blame myself--

No, that's not what I'm saying.
I'm not saying it's your fault, Jack.

-Not Mama's. I know that.
-[chuckles sadly] The thing I just… I… I…

The thing I can't wrap my head around
is after everything that we lost, after…

after how low and broken we were…

[sad, disbelieving chuckle]

…you picked then to leave me.

I mean… [chuckling sadly] …it's not even
that you did. It's how you did it.

You didn't… you didn't…
[voice cracks] …you didn't say anything.

You just… you just bolted.
No explanation. No…

The thing is, Anna,
I swear to God, I coulda…

I coulda got through that.

Losing everything.

Losing my career.

Losing you.

You fuckin' knew it,
knew I was looking for you.

You knew, and you were okay with that.

There's nothing in this world
you could've done to me. Nothing…

I've never been that cruel
to you, Anna. Ever.

Is that how it happened?
That's how you remember it?

It's not how I remembered it, Anna.
It's how it happened. It's a fact.

I tried. You stopped.

I honored my commitment, my vow.

I pulled my end
of the fucking bargain, Anna.

And things got hard,
and you tucked tail, and you fucking quit.

That's what you did.

And all I did is… I tried to take
your pain away. That's all I tried to do.

I tried to be there for you, to hold you

and let you know no matter what,
we could get through anything together.

I wanted to fix it, to make you better.

I didn't want you to make me better, Jack!

I didn't want you to fix it.
I just wanted you to…

-I wanted you to listen to me.
-What?

When do I not listen to you?
How can you say I don't listen?

I never didn't listen.
Whatever you said, I was--

Fucking shut up! [breathing heavily]

For once.

You wanted me to hold you.

So that's why you held me.

You wanted me to agree, to tell you
everything was gonna be all right,

that we'd get through it together.

I already lost one baby.
I didn't need another.

-Do you know how unfair that is?
-I'm sorry.

-Do you know how fucking unfair that is?
-Nothing is fair, Jack.

-You know how fuckin' unfair that is?
-Nothing is fair.

I thought you woulda learned that
after Charlotte went. Fair!

"You need a break, Anna."

"You work too much."

"Mama can look after the baby."

"No, don't worry. We can leave her."

"You're imagining things."

"Charlotte's just fussy. She'll be fine."

She wasn't fine, was she?

[sobbing softly]

Then when you kept telling me
that I'll be fine,

"You're fine, you're fine," it just…

it felt like a request.

Just to get over it. I… I didn't…

I didn't want you to fix me, Jack.
I just wanted time.

Time to

live in the pain, to feel it. I…

When Charlotte left, all that was…

left in me was just
this impossible emptiness, this

hole.

I just didn't know what to do.
I had to go, Jack.

I had no choice
because that hole was Charlotte.

It was all that I had left
of our baby girl,

and you kept trying
to take her away from me, so…

I just couldn't let you.

[softly] I'm so sorry.

-[Anna sobs]
-Hey…

[tender music playing]

Hey…

Wait.

I'm so sorry, Anna.

Can I just hold you for a second?

I'm so sorry. Can I just hold you?

I'm sorry.

-[Anna sobs]
-[shushes] I know, I know.

I'm sorry.

[Anna sobs] I'm sorry!

[Jack shushes]

[softly] You don't have to be sorry.

[Anna] I'm so sorry, Jack.

-[relieved sighing]
-[thunder rumbling]

[Anna sniffles]

[tender music building]

[both panting]

[music becomes brooding]

[music building]

[music fades]

[mysterious music playing]

[music fades out]