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Do you think Amma's safe

with Camille in the house?

You could kill me right here

and Dicky boy still couldn't figure it out.

Doesn't help anything.

You talkin' to people, rilin' folks up.

Nothing's ever your fault.

Is it?

Shit.

I'm still in Wind Gap.

Ahh.

You be safe...

today.

Camille.

I wanna talk to you.

Another time, okay?

- Yeah.
- So ugly.

Hey, sis!

Please don't be mad.

I was just pissed at you
for blowing me off last night.

I wasn't blowing you off.
I was doing my job.

With that hot cop.
I'd totally fuck him.

Shut up, Jodes.

My sister's boyfriend
you're talkin' about.

That's not my boyfriend.

Not yet, but he likes you.

I can tell.

Please forgive me.

Sometimes when I show off
in front of my friends,

I get carried away.

I don't feel like fightin' with you.

Wanna see something funny?

This kid at school, J.C.,

came up with a crazy meme.

Hilarious!

Everybody thinks he did it, huh?

- Want some?
- No. Thank you.

Okay. Well, if you
change your mind,

we'll be out behind the stables.

- Camille.
- What?

Don't tell Mama.

Oh, my God!

Is your hand getting any better, dear?

You know us Crellin women.

Slow healers.

Oh, could you slice those
a tiny bit smaller, please?

Why aren't you ready?

I'm gonna have to ask you
to give my regrets to Jackie.

This cut on my hand is giving me fits.

It's barely a scratch.

To you, maybe.

Well, I'm sure the ladies

will be disappointed you're not there.

I'll be giving them
the gift they so enjoy...

The opportunity to talk about me.

Luckily, I'll have you there to defend me.

Well, I'm certain that
occasion will not arise.

In Wind Gap,

recyclables go out on Wednesday.

Jesus Christ.

Make yourself at home, Detective.

I hope you don't mind.
The door was open.

- What do you want?
- I need to know

why you're following John Keene.

Who says I'm followin' John Keene?

John Keene.
I bumped into him at the store.

He said, "Are you following me, too?"

- That boy's paranoid.
- Come on.

There's only so many cop cars in town.

What are you gettin' at?

We need to share information
before another little girl

in this town loses her teeth.

That's what I'm gettin' at.

And I'll go first, since I'm
the visiting team here, okay?

I'm meeting today with the reporter.

- Who, Preaker girl?
- Yeah.

That woman knows something.

I don't know what it is.

Once she tells me, I tell you.

How do you know she'll tell you?

Call it intuition.

Well, in Wind Gap we call
that something else.

So, we have a deal?

What do you got for me?

Keene.

Keene!

I'm letting you go.
I'm letting you go.

- What?
- Take off.

Excuse me, what?

You're done! Go home!

Are you fuckin' serious?
What did I do?

This fuckin' town.

Camille Preaker!

- Hey, honey.
- Hi, honey.

Hi.

She's here.
She's here.

Mwah.

Where is that mother of yours?

Uh, she is tending to
an injury, I'm afraid.

But she's fine. She just cut her
finger on some rose bushes.

But she really wanted
to be here.

Uh-huh. Well,
that's a crock of shit.

Adora'll be fine.
She's a fighter.

Calhoun Day is comin' up.

It always gets her spirits up.

Calhoun Day.
Is that a good idea?

That's a crime reporter's mind
at work right there.

Every suspect in town
is roamin' around Adora's lawn

with all that young, fresh meat.

Good Lord, Jackie,
that is so morbid.

It's stupid is what it is.

Excuse me!
Hello! Excuse me.

Can we get some menus
over here, please?

Thank you.

So, Camille, we're dyin' to know.

Who do you think did it?
We want the inside scoop.

Well, I want to know
what y'all think.

What is the matter with that girl?

Well, I think Anne's daddy...

Bob Nash.
He did it.

Now, that man is a hot mess.

Every time I'm in the store,

all he does is stare at my titties.

Well, everybody does that.

Maybe you should invest in a better bra.

Besides, Bob Nash has always
had it in for the Keenes.

We all know why.

Now, that is just plain gossip.

John Keene and Julie Wheeler's

little Miss Perfect
cheerleading daughter, Ashley,

doing Lord knows what
in her own backyard.

Well, I want to make him my boy slave.

I'll bet that boy killed the Nash girl

and then killed his own sister

to cover up his tracks.

No, I don't... No.

I don't think that John killed his sister.

He seems a little sweet.

Too sweet, if you ask me.

- Oh, hush.
- That is one strange family,

and he is the strangest
of them all.

Zeke, you cannot go
and fight those Yankees.

Who will defend our children?

I know you're afraid, Miss Millie,

evil is about to descend on Wind Gap.

What must be do, my brave husband?

You must fight as I fight.

I must go now, my love.
My men await me.

And so...

Millie Calhoun did what was
unthinkable at the time.

She taught the women
of Wind Gap to shoot.

And she formed

the first female militia

the world had ever seen.

Wah, wah, wah.

Very nice, guys.

Very imaginative.

Let's take a break.

I don't think he liked it.

Shut up, Jodes.
What do you know?

He's a freakin' weirdo anyway.

Takes one to know one.

Didn't you like our performance today?

It was entertaining.

There was never an all-female
militia in Wind Gap.

How do you know?
You weren't around.

My mama says all of history
was written by men, so...

of course they're gonna
make themselves look good.

History is history, Amma.

You can't change it,
you just learn from it.

That why you're always so sad?

That because you can't change your history?

Don't be sad, Mr. Lacey.

Mom. Hey.

Come on, Mama.

Let's get you showered,
get some food in you.

All right?
I got you.

Come on, I got you.

Dinner's ready.

Where the hell are you?

On the record?

Yeah.

Huh. What makes you so sure

he's gonna do that?

Because he's ambitious.

Cops like to see their name in print.

And I look good today.

Yeah, so do I.

Hey, uh, how is it
being back home?

What doesn't kill you
makes you stronger.

Unless it kills you.

Thanks. I needed that.

And I need a new piece.

- You go get it.
- Yes, sir.

Not today, child.
Your mom isn't well.

You know, most first dates
are a dinner and a movie.

I get a tour of crime scenes.

What does that say about you

that you think this is a date?

Doesn't say much about
my social life, I guess.

No, it doesn't.

We had a deal, remember?

You are gonna answer
a question on the record

for every crime scene I show you.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, that's the deal.

That's the deal.
I get it.

All right, so,

crime scene number one.

Two teenage girls, madly in love,

were found with their wrists slashed.

One of 'em left behind a child.

A baby, actually.

Oh, I went to school
with that baby.

Her name was Faith Murray,

but everybody called her "Fag" Murray,

like it was hereditary or something.

- Kind of ironic, considering.
- What?

Well, Faith had sex
with a bunch of boys

to prove that she wasn't a
lesbian like her mother.

But no one ever found a knife, so...

murder-suicide.

- That's strange.
- Yeah.

What ever happened
to your friend Faith?

She paid for the sins of a
mother that she had never met.

So, instead of being a
lesbian, she became a slut.

See, in Wind Gap,
every woman gets

a nasty label if they don't conform

to the rules of engagement.

What's your label?

No, no. Too many.
Too many to name.

- Oh, come on.
- No.

I can handle it.

That is so Wind Gap of you.

You know?
You figure out someone's secrets

to use it against 'em later.

No, that's not my style.

Okay, well, it's my turn now, okay?

You have to answer one
question on the record.

- So official.
- Thank you.

All right, why'd you become a cop?

- Really?
- I like to take

my interviewees off-guard.

You like to suck up to your interviewees

so you get more information out of 'em.

Gosh, you're so smart.

When I was a kid,
I wanted to be a vet,

and I volunteered
at this animal shelter.

I'd see the animals come in
burned, tortured, mutilated.

I got less interested
in treating the animals

and more interested in catching
the animals who did that to 'em.

You volunteered at an animal shelter.

Don't tell anyone.

I won't.

Your secret is safe with me.

Even in Wind Gap.

So, for various reasons, this...

is what they call "the end zone."

Double entendre intended.

This is where the football
team would have their way

with that week's lucky cheerleader.

- Ninth grade, you said.
- Yep.

Makes me sick.

- Were the police notified?
- Of course not.

Some people would
call that rape, you know.

Eh, some people would call that

consensual, you know?

Wait, who are you talking about?

Were you one of the girls?

If I say yes, you'll think

less of me, or you'll
feel sorry for me.

No, I'd think those guys
took advantage of someone

way too young to make
an informed decision.

- Typical.
- What?

Well, a boy has sex
with five girls,

they're gonna put up
a statue in his honor.

- You know? Yeah.
- Yeah, double standards exist.

But having your way
with somebody,

that sounds criminal.
Literally.

Even on game night.

But now that I know your feeling

on the subject, have a sip.

Bless your heart.

Bless your heart very much.

What's your second question?

That tire sample that you
took off of Bob Nash's car,

- Yeah?
- Where was the tread?

- Did it match?
- That's two questions.

That's a two-part question.

Give me that.

You know it wasn't a match.

Well, that kind of blows up my

Bob Nash-killed-Natalie Keene

in-revenge-for-Anne theory.

You think there's two killers,

and Bob Nash killed Natalie Keene?

That's a two-part question.

Um, I mean,

the teeth pulling matches,

but that could be a cover-up.

They were killed differently,

and one of the bodies
was hidden,

and the other was put on display

for the whole town to see, like,

"Fuck you, Wind Gap,
look what I can do."

Mm, that's an interesting theory,

but Nash's alibi checks out so far.

Yeah, well, a lot of women
think Nash is a pervert,

and sometimes perverts like little girls.

That's where the teeth pulling comes in.

In our guy's mind,
it's equivalent to rape.

It's about power...

for someone who feels powerless.

Stay.

Hello, Amma.

Did you catch the killer yet?

Is your mama home?

You didn't?
Shouldn't, uh,

you be out there looking for him?

Well, you're certainly
your mama's daughter...

I'll give you that.

Is there a problem, Chief?

Oh, I just came by to discuss
something with Adora.

She's in bed, resting.

Mama, Chief Vickery's here.

Oh...

Is everything okay?

Yes. I was just hoping
you and I could have a word.

Of course.
Give me a moment

to put myself together.

Uh, Alan,

please fix the Chief a drink.

Gayla?

Well, I assume you'll have the usual.

Mm-hmm.

Take a seat.

This place I already know about.

Ann and Natalie used to play here.

Creepy place for two
young girls to hang out.

No?

Yeah.

The way these killings went down,

it makes sense they knew
their attacker, right?

I'm certain of it.

Certain? Why?

This guy's a hunter.

Hunters track their prey.

Where do they lead to?
A clearing.

This shed.

It's no coincidence
that the only two girls

that were killed in this
town used to play here.

He probably hid out there

waiting for them, watching them.

Waiting for one
to arrive before the other

so they'd be alone,
and then... then he struck.

Well, I thought that Ann
was taken from her bike.

That's what they said,
but they never found it,

so could've happened here.

Well, that's an interesting theory,

but there's no proof of that.

No, but I'm getting close.

Someone in this town is hiding something.

What makes you say that?

People are getting nervous.

Oh.

Did something happen to you in that shed?

Good instincts, KC.

You holding out on me?

I might be.

And I was under the impression

you were starting to like me.

No.

How's your hand, dear?

- Better, thank you.
- Oh, good.

Mm.

Ow.

The roses.

If you'll excuse me.

How's Jocelyn?

Fine.

Sends her love.

Well, that's sweet.
Send it back, of course.

Of course.

Is there a break in the case?

You'd be the first to know.

- However...
- Ah, the "however."

Mm. Calhoun Day, Adora.

It's not appropriate given the events.

Mm-mm.

I think the town needs a bit of frivolity,

don't you think, given the events?

Possibly.

Then why would you
have me cancel an event

that's been a part of this town

for half a century?

Because I haven't caught the killer.

Ahh.

Well, you do have the power as chief,

to do whatever's in the interest

of public safety.

I do.

And some have the power in this town...

to remove you as chief.

Oh, that's what I love about you, Adora.

You never pull your punches.

That's the only thing?

We need to talk about your daughters.

What about them?

Well, one of them is dangerous,

and the other one's in danger.

I'm working on some things.

Any "some thing" you'd like to share?

The girls were dead

when their teeth
were pulled, right?

Yeah, that's enough questions.

One more.
What about John Keene?

He seems, maybe, too broken up

over the whole thing...
Could be an act.

Well, his sister was murdered.

Yeah, but I'm a guy, and teenage boys,

they would sooner die than cry in public.

Oh, look who's here.

Everything okay?

Kansas City.

Miss Preaker.

No need for alarm.
Just a friendly house visit.

Yeah. I'd like to hear all about

your conversation later on.

And I yours.
Good night.

What was that all about?

Small town cop, big time problems.

Now we kiss?

I'm an unconventional girl.

That's what you like about me.

Shit.
I'm sorry, Mama.

You just scared me.
Sorry.

I... I couldn't sleep

with everything that's
going on around here.

Yeah, well...

You don't need to worry about me.

I'm okay.

Okay.

How was La Mere?

Um, it was good.

The ladies were disappointed

that you didn't come.

You were always so willful.

Excuse me?

Never sweet.

I-I remember when you
were about six or seven.

I wanted to put your hair up in curlers

for your school picture.

Instead, you cut it all off
with my fabric shears.

No.

No, no, no, Mama.
That wasn't me.

- I think you're...
- When I was expecting

with you, I thought
you'd save me.

I thought you'd love me,

and then my...

my mother would love me.

Even from the beginning, you disobeyed.

You wouldn't... wouldn't eat,

like... like you were

punishing me for being born.

You made me

feel like a fool,

like a...

like a child.

You were a child.

And now you come back here...

and all I can think is...

What? What, Mama?

You smell ripe.

You gonna finish soon?

Wait, what are you doing?

I'm gonna go for a ride.

I'll let you put it inside me.

Can I get you anything else, Miss Camille?

No, thank you.

Gayla, all these years...

We both know how Adora is.

Why did you stay?

Not a lot of choice in Wind Gap.

You got domestic work.

You got the hog farm.

I don't like pigs.

Besides...

Miss Crellin's bark is worse than her bite.

They're both pretty bad if you ask me.

Good night, Miss Camille.

I'm glad to see that

that hand of yours is doing better.

- Me, too.
- Yeah.

I was just wondering if you needed me

for anything else tonight.

I can't think of anything.

You know, I lost a daughter, too.

What are you saying?

I don't think that you've ever
stopped to consider that.

It's late.

Marian was taken
from me, too, Adora,

and I would just like
to see some appreciation

for how I have borne that.

What you're saying...

What do you want me to say?

Thank you?

Nobody asked you
to suffer in silence.

How is it that you
show more compassion

for the local civil servants

than for your own husband?

How is that?

If you are speaking about the Chief,

I am... I am done with
this conversation.

Hmm. Seemed to me

you could talk to him all night.

It's Camille,

- isn't it?
- Oh, come on, now.

She brings discord into this house.

Not everything is that girl's fault,

and you know it.

Why are you trying to hurt me?

Hurt?

You have a very peculiar idea

of the word, "hurt," dear.

Stay.

Vickery, Jocelyn know that you're out

calling on another woman late at night?

Not if you don't tell her.

I need you help.

Okay.

What is Adora not telling me

about the Preaker girl?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Can I have two of those?
Thanks.

Thank you.

Oh, these are, uh, both mine, actually.

- Oh.
- I'm kidding.

I could totally two-fist it right now.

Bad day?

Yeah, my mom is...

My mom is losing it.

And your mom had me
fired from my job today.

My mom fired you.

It's okay.

It's not really a fun place to work.

Pigs are smart, you know?

They know what's happening to them.

Or... what's about to happen.

That's why they shit so much.

'Cause they're afraid.

Do you ever get over it?

- Losing a job?
- Losing a sister.

I wish I could tell you "yes",

but that would be a lie.

People in this town actually believe

that I killed her.

Yeah, I know.

If it means anything to you, I don't.

Natalie collected spiders.
Did you know that?

No.

She got into some trouble back in Philly.

That's where we used to live.

What kind of trouble,
if you don't mind me asking?

She got mad at a girl
for stealing her pencil.

So, she took it back from her and, uh...

she stuck it in her eye.

Jesus.

Please, do not put that in your story.

I've never told this to anyone before.

I won't.

Bob always thought Ann was on the...

The straight-and-narrow path

before she met Natalie...
The "devil child."

That's what he used to call her.

I think they were two peas in a pod,

those two... those two weirdos.

Nothing wrong with that.
I'm a weirdo.

Yeah, me, too, I guess.

I always thought those girls

were gonna end up killing each other.

They were always going at it.

Amma was the only thing that
stood between them some days.

Amma?

Yeah. Yeah, she was always
keeping 'em off each other.

I knew that Adora tutored the girls,

but I didn't know that
Amma was close with them.

Oh, yeah.

I guess the three would all go play

in that creepy hunting shed.

You okay?

Fuck, dude!

Fuck.