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Previously on "Cruel Summer"..

I'm sitting here
with Kate Wallis

who was abducted and,
thankfully, rescued.

Jeanette Turner, I
hope you rot in hell.

The last thing in the world
that this shithole town needed

was another Kate Wallis.

- Thanks.
- When you make false allegations about sins like adultery,

that is very unflattering.

We have to be careful. She's
starting to nose around.

Kate's back now.

I can't abandon her. I won't.

If she wasn't there, then
how would I have this?

A strange twist

in the shocking story
of Jeanette Turner,

Texas woman accused of failing
to report Kate Wallis missing,

is that these two will now
face off in a legal battle.

The defendant is Kate Wallis.

What other sloppy seconds
of mine do you want, hmm?

- You are
actual trash, Jeanette Turner!

OCD as usual.

From the looks of your barrel,
you could learn a thing or two.

Keep your eyes out of my barrel.

Look, we
respect the gun.

- Safety first...
Cleanliness second.

Okay, smart ass.

- Katie Kat.
- Hi.

Clean as a whistle, huh?

Well... yeah, 'cause you're OCD.

Do my girls
think alike or what?

Yeah, I guess we do.

I am going to go grab my bags.

She always takes a minute to warm up
when she comes back from her mom's.

You know that.

No, no! No, no, no, no, no!

I don't want any more trail mix!

I wanna go home.

They redecorated
the dining room.

Yeah.

Couple months ago.

They were looking
at wallpaper samples

while I was locked
in a basement.

I'm sorry, I...

I don't know.

I'm actually here to see you.

What tasteful wallpaper.

I'm paying you for
your legal expertise,

not your uninformed
opinions about home decor.

I need to impress upon you
all what is at stake here:

Kate's reputation,

meaning the Wallis
reputation, nationwide...

And a very large sum of money.

I don't want to hear
about what we could lose.

I want to hear that the
best lawyers money can buy

will ensure that we win.

How do I prepare, exactly?

Baby, that's what
the lawyers are for.

Then why don't you
let them speak?

Jeanette's been preparing and building
her case in secret for months.

Yes, like a venomous snake.

She was smart to do that.

Sociopathic and no conscience
or soul, but smart.

Lucky for us, I'm smarter.

And I don't go hunting
without arming up first.

So I am asking,
how do I prepare?

Uh, Jeanette's alleging that

you knowingly spread
false information

which caused her
to suffer damages.

Her lawyers will
try to paint Kate

as an unreliable narrator.

I don't lie.

You can ask anyone.

That's good, because they
will ask just about anyone.

But they're also
going to ask you.

It's not just your
integrity in question,

it's your memory.

They're gonna try to poke holes

in all the details
of your story.

Your legal victory lies

within the consistency
of those details.

Now

we'll go over those
details together.

And that is how we prepare.

You're gonna be
late for therapy.

Hey, I never asked you

what did you and the guys end up
doing after the garden club party?

That... That was
like two weeks ago.

I just kicked it with Ben.

Gotcha.

Why'd you ask?

Like you said,
I'm gonna be late.

My parents made me do this,

so I don't really know
what to talk about.

You're not supposed to
talk about anything.

This is a... it's a safe space.

It's kind of hard to believe
in safe spaces anymore.

When was the last time you were
somewhere that you truly felt safe?

I mean, I used to think
that the world was safe.

I don't know, I liked
my bedroom a lot.

This was
before your trauma?

It's
meticulously decorated.

Each piece carefully curated.

God, I loved it so much.

But now it just feels like
a different kind of cage.

I belonged to it once.

Now I don't anymore.

It's like the world
kept on spinning without me,

and now that I'm back,

everything looks spoiled.

Can you help me fix that?

Well

there's not a magic
pill that fixes things.

We can do the work.

Wade through your memory,

your trauma, together,
and we can process it.

So that's a no, then.

Pretend I'm Jeanette's lawyer.

Tell me about the
day in question.

Um, I was being held
against my will...

Precisely how long had you been
in captivity at that point?

Precisely? I...

I'm not sure.

Well, if you're not sure about that,
then what else aren't you sure of?

Nothing. I was in
captivity for months

when I heard someone
break in, but

the intruder

left before I could see them

and I went to the windows to...

The windows weren't covered?

I-I... I peered
through the cages

that he placed on the windows

and I saw Jeanette
fleeing the scene.

And you're sure it was Jeanette?

Yes.

I saw her, she saw me.

We held eye contact.

I'm sure of it.

Jeanette's lawyer is good.

She's no me, but she's good.

She will

dig deeper.

Dig deeper how?

Your entire time in
captivity is fair game.

They'll try and remind the
jury that you were traumatized

in a way that could
affect your memory.

Here's an easy one.

Why don't you tell me about
the day you were rescued?

I was rescued.

What else is there to say?

I mean, it's hilariously
unbelievable,

this lawsuit.

It's bullshit is
what it is.

You should not have
to defend yourself

against that malicious
little weenie weasel.

Oh, man

A weenie weasel?

Hey, man, it's not funny.

No, no, no, you're
right. You're right.

It's not. It's terrible.

But your mom's stash
makes it really funny!

I know what to do.

What?

We should go get Dunkaroos.

Why don't we do this more often?

Well, for starters, we
didn't even "do" this,

until Joy asked for the Hartwood
membership as a wedding gift.

Ten years ago, can
you believe that?

That woman was
born frothing at the mouth

for a chance to kill Bambi.

Hey, now.

Where is Mama, anyway?

Uh, she's chatting with Scott.

Something about the roses.

Hey.

Um, do you think maybe
we could talk later,

you know, without the
parents, about something?

Your mother is not my parent.

Dad, did you remember
the earplugs?

Got 'em.

Well, hot damn. If I
didn't know any better,

I'd say y'all look like you're
going on a huntin' trip.

Let's shoot somethin'.

Dude, your house has
the dopest snacks.

Joy: Hey!

Uh-oh. It's the Calorie Police.

This was taped to
the front door.

Okay.

What the hell is this?

It's pretty self-explanatory.

Now that news is out about the
lawsuit, the tides are changing.

Who would possibly send that?

Exactly. Who?

Hey, Babe! Hi.

So, you think your mom'll
let me sleep in your cabin?

I wish. She doesn't even
let us shut my bedroom door.

A man can dream, right?

Let's talk later.
I'm gonna get my bag, okay?

Okay.

D.T., phooone hoooome.

When will you give that a rest?

When it stops pissing you off.

Derek Turner! What a surprise.

You say that every year.
It is no longer a surprise.

Race you boys to the back cabin.

Yeah, loser builds the campfire!

Well, go on.

Nobody likes a loser.

Nobody likes a snob, either.

Oh!

Oh. I hope y'all don't mind,

I added another
shooter this year.

Hoo-hoo, I certainly
do not mind.

Kate!

Welcome to Hartwood,
our home away from home.

This place is really something.
Even the air smells fresher.

Kate, I invited Mr. Harris
to say thank you

for escorting you home safely after
the garden party the other night.

Hoping we can keep that between
us and the clay pigeons?

- Of course. It was no trouble.
- Okay.

Okay, skeet shooting
in 40 minutes.

Hustle your butts!

- Go!

Yo!

I was just in seeing
Sylvia as a formality,

in case you were wondering.

I-I... I'm also here
to see Sylvia, so

your secret's safe with me.

Thanks.

Not that therapy
should be a secret.

I used to think
it was, but, um...

Sylvia's cool.

She helps.

Can I ask you what
you see her for?

Or is that, like,
against the rules?

Oh, I'm in for being
the child of divorce,

which is very scandalous,
depending on who you ask.

That's it?

Divorced parents?

No.

Uh, but the other
stuff is pretty heavy.

Not heavy like what
happened to you heavy.

More run-of-the-mill
verbal abuse heavy?

Uh...

Not that it's a
trauma competition.

Uh... okay, um...

I'm Mallory.

Yeah, I know who you are.

You came to my third-grade
birthday party.

The one with the pony.

I'm Kate.

The only girl in
town with a pony.

Are you even supposed
to be talking to me?

Aren't you and Jeanette
like best friends?

Oh, uh, we're not friends
anymore at all, actually.

Can I tell you something?

Free country?

I saw Jeanette kissing
Jamie the other day.

- What?
- Thank you.

Are you gonna call her out?

Why call her out when I can just
let the police deal with her?

Are the police...
dealing with her?

Well

let's just say there's
some irrefutable evidence

that's gonna bite
her any minute now.

Can I confess something?

Sure.

I used to really dislike you

like a lot.

I don't hear that very often.

Yeah, I'm starting to get why.

This town is literally
the Kate Wallis Fan Club.

With the exception
of one person,

this psycho bitch from hell.

Jeanette.

Yes, I picked up on that
very subtle nickname.

Well, that's comforting.

We already know she hates me.

What if it wasn't her?

Who else would it be?

- Baby doll.
- Yeah, sugar pie?

I know you don't
want it to be true,

but there may be a cockroach
or two who believe Jeanette,

and if one of those
roaches gets deposed,

if they undermine your integrity

and it loses us this case,

we may as well kiss
this house goodbye.

Hmm, okay, yeah. So
it is about the house.

And you can kiss your
college fund goodbye with it.

And then you'd be stuck in
a town that's turned on you

without two pennies to rub
together for a bus ticket.

You really think that?

The lawyers think so, too.

Come to Hartwood tomorrow.

I see, so that's your end game.

You wanna keep the whole
hunting team on our side.

Yes! To have the people
pledge their allegiance.

With what, blood oaths?

If necessary.

You know Babs Stevenson
has a big mouth.

Let's fill it with
the correct narrative

and have her sprinkle
that around town.

- Mal...
- Huh?

- You have to come with me.
- No, over my dead body.

Mm-hmm?

Yeah?

Yeah!

- I just want
to say for the record

that I'm a pacifist.

You mentioned.

Me too. No shooting for me.

Since when?

Since now.

Pull!

Well, you don't
hunt, you don't eat,

and Rod makes a venison
dish that is to die for.

God, yes.

- I'm a vegetarian.
- Me, too.

Since when?

Hank: Pull!

Well, it's a disgrace
they disallowed women

from skeet shootin' in
the Olympics last year.

I'd have been a shoo-in.

Pull!

You get used to it.

What's that?

The startle, you get used to it.

Pull!

You know, our lawyers told us
just the most unsettling thing.

Pull!

- They're gonna depose folks.

I heard they deposed
Vince Fuller.

Pull!

Well, no one's safe.

We felt obligated to
warn you, as our allies.

Would we be under oath?

Well, that should
be okay, right?

There's nothin' juicy to spill.

You've always known
our Kate to be honest.

So just say so.

Pull!

Wow, you're a really good shot.

Pull!

Hey, there you are.

Derek spilled soda on my shoes.

Dude's a riot,
but... also a klutz.

I think he likes you.

Ash, I really do
need to talk to you.

Okay.

It's family stuff so I can't
really talk about it with Jamie

or my friends, you know?

For the record,

the Wallis family "cone of
silence" is your mom's doing.

Yeah, I know, I
tried to talk to her.

It just turned into
this massive fight.

Wow. The perfect mother-daughter
duo had an actual fight.

God, it was

it was awful.

Kind of overheard something that
made me think that Dad was...

I thought that he
was having an affair.

He would never.

Of course not.

The fact that you would
even say that out loud,

to anyone, is just...

No, and I know that
now, and I'm sorry.

A rumor like that could
tarnish his integrity,

his entire legacy, everything
he worked so hard for.

I didn't really
think about that.

Of course not.

Dad and I don't have
the bullshit privilege

that comes with looking
like you and your mother.

- I know.
- Ashley: No

you don't.

You couldn't.

And if anyone is stepping
out in that house, it's Joy.

Shh! If she hears you,
she'll kill us both.

I don't care. That
woman should come

with a "gold digger" warning
sign for unsuspecting bachelors.

She's not a gold
digger! She loves Dad.

They love each other.

Yeah.

This "sister"
thing you're after?

I'm not into it.

Stop trying.

A distortion in reality, like a nightmare,
yeah, that can be very startling.

I mean, I don't
usually confuse things.

It's common

especially after a
traumatic experience,

we try to protect
ourselves from ugly truths.

We can misremember things,
we can replace a memory

with a version that makes
us feel more comfortable,

more secure.

I wish that I could shake
off what happened to me,

but unfortunately I
remember every second of it.

Do you want to talk about it?

In the beginning,
we were both learning.

Learning?

Our roles.

It's not like the basement
came with a welcome guide.

I was completely in the dark..

left to wonder what
he was planning

what his intentions were,
how twisted his mind was.

That was almost the worst par.

No!

Please talk to me.

Please.

Why are you doing this?

What do you want from me?

I want you to eat.

Eventually it was
clear what our roles were.

I realized I was a lion in a
cage and he was the lion tamer.

He stood between
me and my freedom.

And he realized that I'd claw
him to death if I had the chance.

After I took a chance at
freedom, things got worse.

Much worse.

We'll be right there.

You will never guess what.

You're right, I won't.

The police just
called about the case.

And?

They want us to come down
to the station right away.

You and me, us?

Not now with that.

The police have news. Let's go.

I bet they found Jeanette's
fingerprints on the necklace.

The truth shall set you free,

and throw that
little bitch in jail.

Just gotta grab my lipstick.

Let me guess, sneaking out?

Your secret's safe with me.

Was it you?

Were you just waiting out here
for me like a serial killer?

- Was it?
- Was what me, Michael Myers?

The letter.

In what world would
I send my best friend

a letter accusing her of lying?

In a world where the more she
relies on you, the happier you are.

My meat-loving,
gun-slinging little girl

is suddenly eating granola
and burning incense.

Wow. You really are just somehow
worse than you even seem.

Oh, I'm as bad as I need to be

when it comes to
protecting my family.

And Kate may trust
you, but I don't.

And if I ever find out that
it was you who sent that

you will be held responsible.

Well, good thing I didn't
send it then, right?

Message received, so,
I'm gonna go, okay?

You know, you're not a
very nice young lady.

And you're not a
very nice old one.

What do you think
they'll charge her with?

Failure to report?

From where I'm sitting, she's
an accomplice to kidnapping.

Well, let's see how she likes
being the one held behind bars.

Anderson: Thank you for
coming in, Mrs. Wallis, Kate.

Of course. Our family
is eager for justice

so we are willing to do
whatever it takes to...

We don't have a case
against Jeanette Turner.

What? Y'all aren't charging

that mousy little
wannabe with anything?

What kind of rinky-dink
operation are you running here?

This police department is
an embarrassment to Skylin.

Is the chief of
police aware of this?

Because I will call him myself.

What about the necklace?

Fingerprint analysis
was inconclusive.

And... Jeanette
denied it's hers.

Then fire up a lie
detector test...

Mrs. Wallis, we can't go after a
teenage girl without hard evidence.

Even if we did, the worst we could
slap her with is community service.

So she just gets away with it?!

She'll be begging
for community service

when the court of public opinion is
done with her, I'll make sure of it.

How come I'm the only one?

The only one of what, baby?

The only one that suffers
consequences around here.

For anything.

- What the hell are you doing?
- Nothing.

Just, um

uh, nothing.

Doing "nothing." That's
like a strong suit for you?

- Come on.
- No.

No, remember last
year's hunting trip?

I was a crappy sister.

Okay, so now we're sisters?

Yes. I'm trying to be.

Well, I tried for years.

And then you twisted my words

and you left me alone
to fend for myself.

I am so sorry I left you alone.

Well, I wasn't alone for long.

What?

The Big Dipper, but

- come on, that's a gimme.

- The Little Dipper...
- Mm-hmm.

Kate: Oh, Ursa Major.

Impressive.

Do you know what an antipode is?

Sounds like something I learned
about in college, but remind me?

It's the opposite
point on the globe

from any given point.

So, the antipode of Skylin

would be an island
in the Indian Ocean

called Port-aux-Français.

Hmm.

I wonder what the
constellations look like there.

Martin: Southern hemisphere?
It'll all be different.

Different sounds like a dream.

Are you cold? Here.

Okay, I've got one for you.

Cassiopeia. She's
a W, five points.

See it?

It's awesome.

In Greek mythology, Cassiopeia,
she bragged about her beauty,

ticked off Poseidon,
sacrificed her daughter.

A lotta family drama back then.

Back then.

Right. 'Cause everything
is real peachy now.

You know, family
can be difficult.

Or they can super suck, too.

You wanna talk about it?

Family business isn't really supposed
to be discussed outside the family,

but... no one inside the family
really wants to talk about it,

so...

There's just this
thing eating at me.

I know that feeling.

You do?

Yeah, uh...

Something really tragic
happened to my family

when I was about your age.

And, uh... you know,
some big family secret.

So I stuffed it down and I
never ever talked about it.

- Well, that is very mature.

Incredibly.

Can I ask what it was?

The tragic thing?

Or is it family business?

My dad

he committed suicide.

Oh my God.

I don't normally talk about it.

But, um

that's why I'm so
jumpy around guns.

Yeah.

Yeah, no, I'd be, too.

He and I had this fight.

It wasn't anything huge, but

that was the last
conversation he and I had.

So I guess my advice would be

with family stuff

choose your battles.

I think I can
finally fall asleep.

Sleep tight.

Don't let the bed bugs bite.

I had no idea.

How would you?

You're a ghost in this house.

Our parents have been
basically married for a decade

and we're pretty much strangers.

I want to change that.

Talking might
help. I can listen.

I have a therapist for that.

A therapist is not a sister.

Well, neither are you.

Martin, voice echoing: This
part will be over soon.

- I just love
the smell of meat in the morning.

You and me both, friend.

You got it there. Right, hon?

Mwah!

Thank you, baby.

- Good morning, gorgeous.
- Good morning.

- Sorry.
Hey. Grab a plate, Harris.

Hey!

Hey, where'd you
disappear to last night?

Oh, I just crashed way early.

Couldn't have been too early.

Your sister was blasting
music loud enough

to shake the cabin walls.

Yeah, and I tapped on your
window, and your bed was empty.

Right, I went for a walk first.

I thought you were scared
of the woods in the dark.

Oh, well, I guess not anymore.

Hey, y'all want some eggs?

It's some good
living around here...

Okay, do you think.

Babs Stevenson has been,
like, staring at me?

I think that dumb letter
is getting to you.

It's for sure
getting to your mom.

Wh-What do you mean?

Um...

I wasn't gonna tell you, but

you're like my favorite
person, maybe ever...

Aww! You're mine.

Good, good.

Um...

I just don't want
to keep any secrets.

God, no. No more secrets.

Um...

Your mom accused me of
sending that letter,

which I would never...

Are you kidding me?

This has to stop.

Come on, girls, hunker down.

Enjoy this nice warm
fire. Have a seat.

All right, Tucker, you always have
the best ghost stories, hit us.

Actually, I may have one that'll
send shivers down your spine.

- All right.
Hey, girl.

It's about a girl

called Anabelle.

Found herself in the
woods one dark night.

All alone and vulnerable.

See, they were on
a hunting trip.

Pretending they could
love their pets at home

while they shoot
animals on vacation.

Oh, snap.

Pretending that their
marriages are perfect.

Hypocrites, basically.

Okay, I think this story's
a little too scary.

Oh, it's terrifying.

Rod: Maybe we shouldn't yet.

Secrets.

Wild accusations.

A desperate thirst for gossip.

But back to little Annabelle

all alone.

Till she wasn't.

- Who's Annabelle?

Okay.

A man joined her.

A man the grownups trusted.

Now, of course, Annabelle
trusted him, too, because...

I mean, why wouldn't she, right?

She was just a child.

And that trust

led to something unspeakable...

Then I think that puts blood
all over the grownups' hands,

don't you think, too?

That they were all responsible
for what happened to her?

Now, they'd better have
all their stories straight,

because Annabelle sure has hers.

Secrets are scary because
everybody has them.

Well, sleep tight.

Don't let the bed bugs bite.

D.T.!

'Sup, Ash?

Oh, or should I say "Claire
from physics class"?

I needed an alias.

A Wallis cannot be calling
a Turner right now.

Tell me about it.

How's Kate?

Hates me.

Hates Jeanette.

Yeah.

Sorry.

Well, the police
cleared Jeanette,

so hopefully that
puts an end to it.

You believe your sister?

I just know Jeanette
wouldn't lie

about something so serious.

I...

I wish I knew Kate
like that, but I don't.

And

she's shutting me out.

You know, when
Jeanette was little...

She went through this stage

where she was like scared of me

for some reason.

So for about a month,
I talked to her

using this dolphin
puppet we had?

You know, like popping
it around corners,

doing this funny voice.

"What's up, Jeanette?

Give me some fin."

Yeah, she talked to
that thing for hours.

Maybe get a puppet?

Yeah, okay, that was dumb.

Have you ever heard
of Berenice IV?

No.

She was heir

to the last pharaonic
family in ancient Egypt.

Like Cleopatra?
Hmm-mm.

She was actually
Cleopatra's cunning older sister.

But history forgot her.

She's become invisible.

She was a risk taker.

She was subversive.

But she paid a price.

How so?

She was beheaded.

You've never listened
to your therapy session tapes?

I mean, would you
want to revisit

your own recap of the
worst months of your life?

Are you sure you're ready now?

Don't let that stupid
letter push you.

It's not just about the letter.

People are gonna
start doubting me.

Apparently they already have.

And I told my lawyers that
I had my story straight.

I don't know, I think I need to

revisit to feel... totally
confident, you know?

Sylvia says listening to your
own tapes can be really scary.

Then I guess I just
need to be brave.

My own memory of
my time down there

is the only reference I got.

The other person didn't
make it out alive.

My parents made me do
this so I'm not really sure...

Wade
through your memory,

your trauma, together,
and we can proc...

Things got
worse. Much worse.

He came downstairs

right before I was rescued and

something was different.

Something was wrong.

And that was when
I met Annabelle.

Who is Annabelle?

I don't...

I can't... I can't remember.