All language subtitles for Saving.Grace.S01E06

[ Thumping ]
[ Man, Woman Moaning ]

[ Grace ]
Oh, God!

Oh!

[ Man ]
Ah! Mmm!

Oh. Mmm!

Mm-hmm.

Oh.

- So that's a "no" to cuddling.
- I, uh--

Time, man.
Gotta get to work.

Stakeout.
Already late.

How about you call in sick?

Can't, man. My case.

[ Gus Barks ]
Hey, handsome.
You need to go wee-wee?

- [ Whining ]
- Damn, you're already
on to another guy?

Slobbers over me
every night.

Go on! Go!

You know, Grace-- I mean,
we used to go fishing
and, you know, do stuff.

We do stuff.

You know what I mean.
Mm-hmm.

Look, I got an idea.

How about--
I got a load to deliver
next Saturday.

How about--
How about we go fishing?

Can't.

Let me guess.
You're working.

- You know how it is, man.
- I do.

[ Kisses ]
See you next time.

Yee-haw!
[ Chuckling ]

Don't you ever knock?
Don't you ever stop lying?

Didn't want company.
Big deal.

Really?
'Cause two months from now...

when you decide to have Wiley
over for another booty call,
he's gonna be in the hospital...

with a brain tumor
the size of a grapefruit.

I'm just lying,
but no big deal.

[ Bag Rustling ]

[ Chips Crunching ]

Remember how
I didn't want company?

We gonna need
some onion dip.

Truth or dare?

You didn't accurately
answer the question,
so you lose your turn.

Well, I don't know
how old I am, Grace.

- Truth.
- What does your boss look like?

- Who?
- Your boss.

Who?

You got no problem
saying his name
while you're having sex.

- You watch me having sex?
- You'd be surprised
how far your voice carries.

[ Laughing ]

Okay, Earl.
What does God look like?

Well, he's kind of a cross
between George Clooney
and Halle Berry.

[ Scoffs ]
So pretty
he hurts your eyes.

Not real tall.
A touch of a belly.

He's got a real sweet tooth.
Uh, loves peanut clusters.

Fine. Dare it is.
I dare you...

to go to Morocco.

Bring back some spices.

For cryin' out loud.
I'm not your personal shopper,
Grace.

Can't I just show you
my wings again?
No.

[ Phone Ringing ]

Yeah?

The address?

I'll be right there.
[ Chuckling ]

Why do you always go outside?
Just fly away from here.

I need room for takeoff.
Your turn. Truth or dare?

Gotta go.
Got a homicide.

Mmm!
Truth it is.

You ready
to accept God yet?
And you wonder why I lie.

You gonna answer
the question?

Then I dare you
to stop lying.

No exceptions.
No lies.

None. Zero.
I don't lie that much.

What's that?

Your idea of not much.

** [ Acoustic Guitar ]

[ Man ]
* So pretty and, oh, so bold *

* Got a heart full of gold
on a lonely road *

* She said, "I don't even
think that God can save me" *
* Save me *

* Am I gaining ground
Am I losing face *

* Have I lost and found
my saving grace *

* Thankful for the gift
my angels gave me **

We got a dead black female,
mid-20s,

beaten,
possible sexual assault.

Hooker?
I don't know. You know,
maybe a flight attendant.

She's got on a uniform.
She's got no I.D., no name tag.

Flight attendant
in this area?

Slow down.

Hey.
Hey.

Everything okay?
Yeah. Poor girl's had
the crap beat out of her.

All I can think about
is losing the farm.

You're not gonna
lose the farm.

You and Ronnie
go through this every year.

You always figure it out.
You will this time too.

[ Sniffs ]
Coriander.

From Morocco.
From Earl?

We stayed up all night
playing truth or dare.

Seriously, what did you ask him?
Did you ask him my question?

A cross between George Clooney
and Halle Berry.

And after that bullshit,
he dares me to stop lying.

[ Chuckles ]
What?
You think that's funny?

Kinda.
He also wants me to make amends
to someone on my list.

You have a list?

Look at the bruises and scrapes
on her hands and legs.

- Think she was dumped?
- Explains why
she's in this area.

Whole strip is a stroll
for the working girls.

Hi, Grace.
Hey, Henry.

She got something
stuck in her hair.
Some kind of tape.

[ Camera Shutter Clicks ]

Newspaper looks
like front page.

- I'll start checking
the airlines.
- Corporate planes too.

- How long's she been dead?
- Since last night,
midnight-ish.

Your wife ever ask you if
she looks fat in something?

[ Scoffs ] Darlene thinks
she looks fat in everything.
Why? What'd she say?

Ooh, got a purse.

Shit! Aah!
What?

A little bird!
It's a dead little bird!

You need to see a shrink, man!
What is it with you
and small birds?

I just don't like 'em.
Man!

Ah.
"Adelaide Cooper."

White. Born 1924.

Uh, she's 83 years old.
Probably dumped
after a purse snatching.

Hell, at least she'll
get back the pictures
of her grandkids.

Tweet, tweet.
[ Laughs ]

Don't think
she's a street hooker.
Look at her manicure.

That's a good catch,
Henry.
Good enough for dinner?

Can't.
Lunch?

Henry. Look, man--
You got me through
Molly's death.

Maybe it's time
for a new cat.

[ Phone Ringing ]

- Benny, my favorite traitor.
- [ Laughs ]
Easy there, Coach.

What have you got for me?
Uh, nothing from
Missing Persons.

I contacted all the airlines
at Will Rogers,

and Bobby's handling
the executive airports.

Do you have a picture
of the victim?
Uh, yeah.

[ Groans ]
Yeah.

Well, we're gonna have to get
a computer reconstruction
out to the media.

See if the public
can help us I.D. her.

How is it that no one
has ever kicked your ass?

Hook 'em, Horns.

Smithy's retirement party
tomorrow night at Louie's.

I should warn you.
Paid Louie 10 bucks
to replay last year's game.

And I should warn you I paid him
20 to replay O.U.'s ass-kick
on Texas in '04.

Mmm, shame you gotta
go back that long.

Bevo burgers this year, Benny.
Get used to it.

Any word from
the working girls?

Hey, Pippa.
What happened?

Oh, earned a little extra
last night.
You know how it goes.

Found a girl
on South Rob this morning.

Did you work last night?
Is she in the business?

I don't know.
You see anything weird?

Bald guy from Cincinnati.

[ Chuckles ]

I think I know that guy.
I'll ask the other girls
if they seen anything.

You be careful, Pippa.
You tell your friends too.

Hey, your job's a lot more
dangerous than mine.
I worry about you all.

- How are classes going?
- Beauty school's hard.

Women nasty with their hair.

Don't ever tell me
that prayers aren't answered.

This is proof.

The only thing it proves is
that you're good at your job.

I always said
you were an expert witness.
$2,000, Grace.

The trial is next week in L.A.
for three days.

Oh, my gosh.
I've never been away that long.
Crap. I don't know.

Ronnie can feed himself and the
kids for three days, can't he?
Yeah, with pizza and takeout.

But school on time,
football practice, art class,
clean clothes--

$2,000.
Oh, I should do it.

What's the case?
Remember that serial rapist
we busted two years ago?

They want me to testify
that it's possible to pull
D.N.A. off a cigarette butt.

Nice.

Do you think Earl
had something
to do with this?

You know,
divine intervention?

I think you should ask him.
[ Mouths Words ]

Shit, yeah.
[ Whispers ]
Why not?

Next time I see him.
You promise?

No matter where you are,

you'll get away from Earl
and call me,
and stall until I get there?

Pinky swear.

[ Laughs ]
Anything off the newspaper?

Um, fingerprints,
but they're too smudged;

blood and saliva,
most likely the victim;

and some blue fibers
I'm still trying to match.

Date was from
eight days ago.
Think that's significant?

"City official
caught in sex scandal."
"Soldier home from Iraq."

A bread pudding recipe
from the fair.
I'm gonna copy that.

Since when do you bake?
I would if I had time.

A possible airline strike
and a story about
a call-girl service.

But-- I-I can't read this.
Might explain the dress-up.

Tape I found had
monofilament fibers used
in a synthetic wig-- magenta.

Why can't you just say
she wore a wig?

What about the sex kit?
Three different
semen samples.

Yeah, she was gang-raped.
Also with a piece of wood.

Henry found splinters
in her rectum.

Can we go get a drink?

[ Man On TV ]
O.C.P.D. are asking
for help tonight...

in identifying the body
of a woman found murdered.

The woman's body was
discovered early this morning--
[ Continues, Indistinct ]

Someone's gotta know
she's missing.
You'd think.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
You know anybody
that wants a cow?

Ohh!
A thousand dollars?

Yeah. I bet I could
get $1,500 or more
for your cow.

You are not selling
Holy Cow.
[ Laughs ]

Hey, I called you
and your brother
10 minutes go.

Where you been?
In my bedroom.

Uh-huh.
And if I were to sample
the dirt on your shoes,

what are the odds
that it's from the backyard?

Well, the soil would match, Mom.
But it could've got
on my shoes yesterday.

Go sit down.

Sweet.
[ Laughs ]

Hey, Todd, get your butt
down here, please.

Baby, please don't worry.
It's gonna be fine.
Yeah.

You know why?
'Cause Mama's making two grand.
Mmm!

* Mama's making two grand
Mama's making two grand *

* Mama's making two grand
Mama's making two grand *
I gotta hit it.

Aww.
Come on. Stay for supper.
Come on.

Back to work.
Come on, come on.

Mm-wah!
Two grand!

* Mama's making two grand
Mama's making two grand *

* Mama's making two grand
Mama's making two grand **

[ Cell Phone Beeps ]

Earl's in your barn.
[ Rhetta Screams ]

[ Moos ]

Still don't see it.
Looks more like
Jerry Garcia to me.

That's why you
brought me out here?
To talk about Holy Cow?

You're still lying.
No, I'm not.

Grace, that's a lie. And not
more than three minutes ago,
you lied about leaving.

What you got in mind ain't work.
You keep a record
of everything I say?

- Man, this is bullshit.
- You're the one
that took the dare.

- You got the guts
to see it through?
- Hold on!

Let's talk some more.
I-I'm-- I'm feeling kinda--

mmm-- chatty.

[ Squealing ]

How come God made milk come
from cows instead of horses?

I always wanted to know.
A saddle on a cow
would rub against her udder.

It'd be a waste
to have milk squirting out
while you're galloping along.

[ Squealing Continues ]
Ohh!

[ Wings Fluttering ]
Shit!

[ Cow Mooing,
Goat Bleating ]
Shit!

I spoke to a rep
at the Flight Attendants Union.

Any trouble?
Strike's been
going on six days.

And the picket line had
a few scuffles, flat tires.
[ Laughing ]

[ Chuckles ]
I'm pulling the D.F.I.'s,
see what happened.

What about
the city official's affair?

Mmm, the cops have been
out there a few times
on a domestic beef.

Bobby's checking it out.
Leaves the one about
the call-girl service.

Yeah.
Or maybe the newspaper
was just lying around.

Killer stuffed it in her mouth
as an afterthought.

Maybe if it was from that day
or a few days ago, but eight
days ago seems kind of specific.

The killer
was sending a message.
I think you're onto something.

Fantasy sex?
It explains
the flight attendant's uniform.

Sick asshole.
Hmm.

Hmm!
Calls up.

Says, "You ready for takeoff?"
Needs his nuts warmed up,
pillow fluffed.

Ah, you'd make
a sexy flight attendant.

** [ Woman Singing On Radio,
Indistinct ]

She gets there,
finds three of them.

They negotiate a new price.
How much she'd charge to
have a stick shoved up her ass?

They gang-rape her.
Beat the shit out of her.

I can't wait to get
these assholes.

Oh, man.
I gotta get home!

The last time I had a curfew,
I was 15.

Hah! Hey, look.
If my being home by 11:00
makes Darlene sweet and happy,

then I'm all for
sweet and happy.

Holy shit, Grace!
Some old man over there
watching me!

[ Laughing ]

[ Chattering ]

[ Phone Ringing ]

This is a copy of the article.

It's about
a call girl named Pixie
whose specialty is fantasy sex.

She went on dates
as a flight attendant,
cheerleader, soldier--

UPS driver.
[ Bobby ]
Keep reading.

Nun-- Nun?

Her date was dressed
as a priest.

Her clients are OKC's richest
to, uh, schoolteachers...

to teenagers teaming up
for someone's birthday.

Got three semen types.
Could've been a party
out of control.

If our victim is Pixie,
then this reporter Maggie Tanner
knows her.

I left messages,
went by her apartment.
She might be out of town.

The editor's a friend of mine,
Boone Tate. I'll invite him
over for a little chat.

Get anything from the sketch?
Got a guy wants to know if
the body's available for dating.

- Gotta be a Longhorn fan.
- [ Laughs ]

Hey, we got a guy comin' in
who hasn't heard from
his girlfriend in two days.

You guys get back out there.
Re-canvass the area. Someone
has to have seen something.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

This is part one.
Part two is coming out
next Tuesday.

We think one of her sources
might be a homicide victim.

Well, Maggie Tanner
is freelance. More or less
impossible to reach.

She's probably in
the Middle East... or Cuba.
You never know with her.

Good reporter?
Outstanding reporter.

Woman will do anything
to get the story.
Complete gonzo.

Fearless.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

I thought she might've
gone out of town,
but she would've called me.

And maybe I thought
I'd pissed her off,
but when I saw the sketch--

I mean, it looks like her
but not really.
Maggie's nose is different.

- What's Maggie's last name?
- Tanner.

Coffee?

Uh, yeah. Thanks.

Excuse me a second.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

Yeah?

Shit, man.
Wait-Wait-Wait a second.

You're saying
the reporter's our victim?

You tell the other guys?

I think we got a witness.
She saw the car
that dumped the body.

Sure, she's reliable.

Kinda.

She didn't talk
much about her work.
I know it was dangerous.

[ Scoffs ]
We met on a plane...

when I helped her get
her flak jacket out of
the overhead compartment.

When did you last see her,
Thomas?

Wednesday around 5:00.

What happened?
How did Maggie seem?

Happy.
We made love, and, uh,

she was gonna meet a friend
of hers for dinner.

She e-mailed me Wednesday night
right before 7:00.

I was getting ready
to watch Stoops on ESPN.

Yeah, I saw that.
He was great.
I love that guy.

She was gonna meet
one of her sources--
didn't say what time--

for the final piece
of the series.

Shit. Her apartment
was broken into
about a week ago.

- Well, was she home?
- No. They trashed the place.

But the only thing missing
was her degree from Spelman.

Do you think it's connected?
I don't know.
What did Maggie say about it?

She was upset. I thought it
was strange, 'cause Maggie's
usually so confident.

We were leaving for Vegas
the next day. She wasn't
herself the whole trip.

How long were you
in Vegas?
Got back Tuesday.

Maggie submitted
everything over the net.

She finished this last article
when she was in Sri Lanka.

You check her sources
about her work?
Yeah, as much as possible.

- But Maggie was unorthodox.
- What does that mean?

It means the stuff
coming out of Pixie's mouth
sounds like Maggie.

Wouldn't be the first time
she embedded herself in a story.

As a call girl?
Or soldier, or village woman,
or-- you name it.

Maggie wanted to live the truth,
not just report it.

This time it got her killed.

[ Door Opens ]

- Absinthe.
- I don't know what that is.

Anything in her car?

Bunch of junk
and a half-eaten theta
with cheese.

Girl after my own heart.

Every window has a sensor.

Girl got no problem with war
but has five locks on her door.

Sounds like
a country-western lyric.

Maggie's parents
are flying in from Florida.

What did you tell them?

That she may have gotten
too close to a story.

You'd have to kill me.
Just put me out of my misery.
I don't know what I'd do.

[ Woman In Distance ]
Alan McCarthy, get in here!
Right now!

Right now!
Hi, little fishy,
little fishy.

[ Disposal Grinding ]
Grace!

- What?
- You flush a fish!

[ Scoffs ]
It doesn't know the difference!

- What the hell is this?
- Here we go.

Oh! Nice!

What is it?
Computer backup drive.

I'm gonna get this
over to Ramsey.

You want to go
to Smithy's deal together?

I've got too much work to do
if I'm gonna go to L.A.

One drink!
I wasn't sure
if you'd go.

Ah!

Smithy's a narrow-minded jerk,
but... yeah.

I want to be there.
Is Ham bringing Darlene?

I didn't ask him.

Well, what if she's there?

What? You think
I can't behave myself?

[ Rhetta ]
Where would I get
an idea like that?

** [ Man Singing Country
On Jukebox, Indistinct ]

[ Chattering ]

Excuse me.
Hey.

Good night.

- Hey, Henry.
- Hi, Grace.

Took your advice.
Got another cat.
Good for you.

She's a sweetie.
What's her name?

Emma.
Aw.

She's 21.

Ramsey making progress?
Slow, yeah.

Maggie did something where she
hid something in secret files.
It may take him all night.

She didn't report the break-in.
Boyfriend said it happened
a week ago today.

Two days after her article
was in the paper.
Part one.

Part two's coming out next week.
Perry's editor buddy gave us the
name of the call-girl service--

Reverie Escorts.

[ Mutters ]
Ahh!
You said you wasn't comin'.

One drink!
Your victim's boyfriend--

His semen was one of the donors.
[ Bobby ]
He said they had sex.

So we're looking for
two guys instead of three.
Mm-hmm.

I think I see Smithy.
[ Darlene ]
Hey, Butch!

[ Laughs ]
Why, I swear you just get better
looking every time I see you.

-Bobby, how are those cute kids?
-Eating me out
of house and home.

Yeah, I'll bet.
[ Ham ] Hey, I checked out
Maggie's credit cards.

Her last transaction
was Wednesday, 3:18.
She got gas.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Grace.
Hey, Darlene.

I ain't seen you in ages.
How you been?
Good.

Good. You got precious cargo
riding with you.

Don't be doing
anything too crazy.

Hey, what's that perfume
you're wearing?

I'm not wearing any.
Oh.

Well, it happens sometimes.
It can linger in your hair,
on your clothes.

- [ Ham ] Are you ready
to get something to eat?
- Sure.

Come on.
We'll see y'all.

Shit.
Now I need a drink.

You should
come with me.
[ Groans ]

You're the reason
I'm going.
How you figure?

You found the cigarette butt.
Otherwise I never would
have matched the D.N.A.

Yeah. About that.
About what?

The cigarette butt.
Remember how
I followed the guy?

Saw him leave the butt
on his windowsill?
Yeah.

Now, it wasn't
on his windowsill.

Where was it?

[ Rhetta ]
In an ashtray.

Please tell me
it wasn't still smoldering.

** [ Continues ]

* I'll give you
one good reason *

* Not to go walkin'
out that door *

* Oh, baby *

* Baby, please don't go **

[ Grace ]
Eh-- Is so mad at me.

She is never
gonna forgive me.

[ Butch ]
Yes, she will.
No!

She's mad.
Mad, mad, mad.

[ Chuckling ]
It'll be better
in the morning.

Promise?
Yeah.

Mmm.
Now go to bed.

Wanna join me?
I don't take advantage
of intoxicated women.

I'm not "intoxiscated."

- Just-- I've had a few.
- Too many.

Come on, cowboy.
Leave the hat on.

Bobby's waiting for me.
Send him home.

We been down
this road before.
Uh! It was a good road trip.

Tore my heart out, woman.
Let me kiss it
and make it better.

Go to bed, Grace.
See, this is why
I broke up with you.

You're no fun.
I'm fun.
And I broke up with you.

- Ha!
- Go to bed, Grace.

Ah, it's good to see
your friends won't
let you drive drunk.

[ Scoffs ]

I'm not... talking to you.

What'd I do?
Rhetta!

You happy now?
Well, I was hoping you'd
come clean to Darlene.

I hadn't thought
about Rhetta.
But it's a start.

- Love what you've done
with the place.
- Leave me... alone! [ Mumbles ]

Hey, I ain't done
talking to you yet.

I don't envy you the headache
you're gonna have tomorrow.

Hmm!

[ Water Running,
Stopping ]

Did you subpoena
Maggie's phone records?
Tomorrow if we're lucky.

Well, whoever
made that bar call
at 6:30 changed her night.

She got a lead.
Yeah. Whatever it was
wasn't worth it.

[ Scoffs ] Stupid girl.
I used to do the same thing
when I first started out.

Anything to get
the bust.

The blue fibers are from carpets
used in American-made cars
from '75 to '85.

And every single one of Maggie's
documents was encrypted.
Took Ramsey all night.

Was it worth it?
Oh, yeah.
Part two is quite a story.

According to Maggie,
Reverie Escorts is owned
by a man named Pody Pope.

- Pody Pope?
- You know him?

Yeah, I know him.
His knuckles scrape the ground
when he walks. Ask Grace.

Where is Grace?
She's on her way in.

Pope is smart. Always finds
a way to cover his ass.
Check with Vice.

Uh, Maggie's source
was Pope's oldest son.

She called the article,
"The Son Never Rises."

- How many sons does Pope have?
- One; five daughters
when I knew him.

He's bred two more daughters.
What? Is he using them
in his business?

No. He likes drug addicts
and runaways for work.

His daughters he likes
all to himself.

At least, that's what Junior
told Maggie over pillow talk.
Vice didn't know about this?

It doesn't matter
what's in that article,
because pillow talk is hearsay.

None of this connects Pope to
Maggie Tanner's murder. We do
not have enough for a warrant!

There's more.
Wait.
Hang on, Rhetta.

Grace found a witness,
a homeless woman
who saw a blue car...

near the crime scene
the night of the murder.

If Pody or one of his clan
has got a similar vehicle
that's registered, maybe--

- You really need to hear
the end of the story.
- Okay, go ahead.

Two of the daughters
didn't like Daddy
touching them,

so he killed them.

That son of a bitch.

I am so mad at you.
Do you even realize
what you've done?

I can't do the trial now.
$2,000 gone.

Why?

Because I can't give testimony
based on tampered evidence.

I called the D.A.
and told him the truth.
He's gonna replace me.

It wasn't tampered with.

- I took the cigarette
from the rapist.
- While it was still smoldering!

In the ashtray.
Technically, it was
out of his possession.

If you had just waited
five more minutes,

it would've been out of his
possession and we wouldn't
be having this conversation!

He raped six women.

I know that!

What do you want me to do?
I, eh--

Write you a check?

Earl was right.
You're a liar.

- Rhetta--
- You need to leave me alone.

This is all your fault.

My fault?
You didn't even know me when
you told Rhetta that whopper.

It wasn't that big a deal.
It's not like I planted
the damn butt.

- It was a big deal to Rhetta.
- He was a serial rapist.
He hurt a lot of people.

There's always gonna be
a bigger jackass than you.
Doesn't excuse the lie you told.

You and God all worried
about me lying.

Worry about Maggie Tanner--
her parents, her friends.

We are.
Keeps us both up at night.

Oh, you keep blabbing about
this wonderful God.

All I see are assholes
doing horrible things
to each other...

while your God
sits on his fat ass
doing nothing.

Looks to me
like you're the one
sittin' on her ass.

Maggie was sleeping with Junior,
man. Got him to spill his guts.
Put it all in her article.

Even where the bodies
are buried. You gotta read
this shit. You won't believe it.

Where's Mom?
There was a wife. I saw her.
Tall, bony, shaggy red hair.

Yeah.
She died of breast cancer
five years ago.

Pody figured his daughters
should take her place-- feed
him, screw him, shave his back.

[ Butch ] Shave his back?
It's all there, man.
You gotta read it.

- You and Perry
work him in Vice?
- He ran basement casinos.

Could never nail him.
He'd switch cover
every time we got close.

- Any working girls?
- Nothing organized.

But there were girls.
Shit.

One night Perry and I
double-teamed him.

Tried to hook up with Pody
outside a liquor store.

Kate turned it on, man.
Had him up against his car.

He knew we were cops.
Laughed at us.

- Think he'd remember you?
- Maybe. I sucked on his lip.
I don't know.

Double team,
you and Perry. Wow.
Junior's dumb as a rock.

If he spilled
his guts to Maggie,
maybe we could flip him.

That's a plan I can get behind.
You and Perry
back on the streets.

Not gonna work on Pody.
Man's a malignant,
stubby piece of shit.

[ Laughs ]
But he's smart.

Pulled D.M.V. records.
Nothing on Pody Pope.
But his son, Junior?

The proud owner of
a 1991 Chevy Malibu, blue.
That's enough for a warrant.

If you have Rhetta
go over his car,
one of you stay with her.

Don't leave her alone
with Pody.

No worries.
Where are you gonna be?

Maggie's parents
comin' in.

You guys stay on Pody.

I got an idea about Junior.

Are you believing this?

"From the young girl's window,
she could clearly
see the trailer...

"where her father
took the others.

"A shed where he had buried
her two older sisters
sat next to it...

as a constant reminder
of what would happen to her
if she refused."

This is why I got
out of Sex Crimes.

All we gotta do is
get on the Pope property,
find the shed.

I hope Maggie knows
what she's talking about.

If there's been concrete
poured in the last few months,
we can nail the son of a bitch.

- Judge would only go
for a warrant on the car.
- So match the fiber to the car?

Maggie could have
been in it as Pixie.

Come on.
Let's get these bastards.
Rhetta gonna meet us there?

This here what we call
white trash royalty.

Hey, you're talking
about my people now.

[ Butch ] Check it out.
[ Bobby ] And a blue
'82 Oldsmobile Delta.

[ Bobby ] Rhetta and Grace okay?
[ Butch ] Mmm, I don't think
they're talking to each other.

What are you
talking about?
They had a fight.

Big fight.
Over what?

I hate it when
the girls are mad
at each other.

Hey. You guys
got the warrant?
Yo.

Why is no one
saying anything?

Nothing.
Just looking around.

Okay.

Blue '82 Oldsmobile Delta.

Eyeball match looks
pretty good with
the fiber from the body.

[ Barking ]

Mr. Pope?
Hey.

I'm Detective Dewey. This is
Detective Ada. We have a warrant
to search one of your cars.

Why'd you wanna do that?
Everything okay,
Daddy?

Well, this is Oklahoma City's
finest. They was just about
to tell me what they wanted.

And then you came out
here and interrupted.
Sorry.

Sit down and shut up.

[ Sighs ]
All right. Take a look around.
Do your thing.

I ain't got nothin' to hide.

Junior, go in there
and get that sweet tea.
Go on. Do it now.

You know her?
No. Look like she got caught
in the wrong end of a whirligig.

Maybe your son
knows her.
That could be.

He tends to stick it
in places that
get him trouble.

Son, I think these men
want to talk to you.

I'm gonna go down and see if
that pretty lady needs a little
help going through your car.

Hi.

- Hey.
- Uh-oh. What are you wantin'?

- Need a favor.
- Shit.

Last favor I did for you,
Grace, ended up at
the Arthur Murray Dance Studio.

No dancing this time.
I swear.
Lay it on me.

Pody Pope Jr.
Oh, we call him Jethro.

Heard anything about him lately?
I heard he still likes
slapping women around.

I need you to go
on a date with him.
Shit.

Tell him you're thinking about
leaving the streets.

You want to audition
for the big time.
Shit.

Come on.
Shit, shit, shit,
Grace.

Look--
Lookit, lookit like--
Have you seen him lately?

Looks like a farm animal
on two legs.
You can say no.

You can say no.

Girl, you owe me.
Let me start
paying you back right now.

Gotta get those nails
pretty for your date.

- So how's it going, Detective?
- It's going fine.

[ Girls Laughing ]

- They your daughters?
- Yeah. Ain't they purty?

Car's been cleaned out
with bleach.
Yeah, the damn kids.

Sticky stuff everywhere.

Imagine that's why
Junior used the bleach.

Better ask him.
Wednesday night,
where were you?

I was right here.

Now, Junior on the other hand,
he-- he was out most of
the night, I remember right.

I was just calling you.

We've got a preliminary match
on the blue fiber we found
on Maggie to Junior's car.

Oh, cool. Thanks.
Grace wanted me to tell you
she's going home.

So any information on the case,
you should just call her there.

Well, you can tell her
that I have no intention
of calling her.

And any information I have
that she wants, she can read
in my report tomorrow.

Okay. 'Kay.
Okay.

[ Typing ]

Something else?
You guys had a fight,
huh?

It's not a fight.
Well, it seems
like a fight.

The fight was yesterday.
Today we're
just not talking.

Your relationship with Grace
doesn't give you
front row tickets to ours.

Damn, no. Okay, it's cool. I
thought we were friends. My bad.
No, we are friends.

- We're work friends.
- What's the difference?

A big, huge difference.
Work friends talk about
work-related things...

like the case or where
we're gonna go have a drink.

They don't talk
about personal things.
I could do personal.

Really?
Yeah. Why not?

So you would be fine
with me asking you about--

oh-- Darlene?

Yeah.

No, you know,
you're right.

Maybe we should
stay work friends.
[ Scoffs ]

It was Junior
broke into her place, Gus.

[ Panting ]
Pody had him follow her home,
wait for the right time.

[ Whines ]

Junior gets inside,
gets the one thing might prove
Maggie's a reporter--

her journalism degree.

Takes it home like a trophy.

Course, I can't prove
any of that shit... yet.

But Junior's gonna tell me
everything tomorrow.

[ Knocking ]
[ Whining ]

Come on, man. Somebody made it
all the way to the door.
Where's the warning?

- [ Barking ]
- Too late, pal.

[ Whining ]

What's up, Darlene?

Uh, just...
tell me the truth.

About what?
About you and Ham.

He's my partner.
You know what I mean,
Grace.

Damn it, Grace.
Are you sleeping
with my husband?

No.

[ Earl ]
Hello?

Anybody here?
[ Cow Moos ]

Hey. I'm, uh, supposed
to be meeting Ronnie
about a cow for sale.

Oh, right. Sorry.
Um, Ronnie's inside.
I'll go call him.

Any--
Anything I can do?

I'm nosy by nature, I know.
Just tell me to mind
my own business.

Just having a bad day.
I'm sorry to hear that.

This seems like a good soul
to tell your problems to.

Belongs to a friend of mine--
or used to be a friend.

No, friend.
She's still my friend.

I'm just very upset
with her at the moment.

Well, she can't be all that bad.
She got you for a friend.

She lied to me.
Can you forgive her?

I always forgive her.
I don't know if I can
this time.

Well, if you want
others to be happy,

practice compassion.

Now, if you
want to be happy,
practice compassion.

Dalai Lama.

- Hey. You here about the cow?
- Yes, sir.

Nice chatting with you,
ma'am.

** [ Blues On Jukebox ]

You know, Pody get mad,
he know I'm talkin' to you.

How's he gonna find out?

Come on now.
He act like a bully,
but he don't mean nothin'.

Meant somethin' when he
killed Maggie-- when he stuffed
that newspaper down her throat.

- Now he means
to blame it on you.
- I didn't kill anyone.

Right after she
left you last night,
my friend went to the hospital.

We're gonna match
your semen from her
with what they found in Maggie.

You're goin' down cold
for her murder. We got ya.

[ Balls Clacking ]
Your turn.

How are all your sisters?

Karen, Megan, Maryann,
Linda, Jeannie?

Fine. All fine.

That's good,
'cause we're bringin' 'em
all in to talk.

And the new little ones too.
All seven of 'em.

Aren't you gonna
take your shot?

You know, Maryann and Jeannie
moved away?

Yeah, a few months ago,
moved somewhere. Somewhere.
We don't know where.

Maggie got a call
Wednesday night.

That person picked her up
in your car,

raped her, killed her,

dumped her body
on South Robinson.

Eh, well, it wasn't me.

You made the call.

I picked her up.
Did it right when
I brought her home.

And then Pody
wants a piece.

Yeah, Daddy likes
my sloppy seconds.

So you screw your sisters,
then... it's Daddy's turn?

Never. I never, ever
touch them, ever.

Try to keep Pody
away from 'em.

But the girls
on the job? Yeah.

That's the only park
I got.

Perk.

We're gonna dig up
that shed,

find Maryann and Jeannie,
aren't we?

** [ Blues Continues,
Man Singing, Indistinct ]

Yup.
Anyone else see Pody
leave with Maggie?

My sisters,
all five of 'em.

Sweet.

* Let 'em pass by *

* Somethin' bad *

* Somethin' bad *

* Somethin' bad **

[ Whistle Blowing On TV ]

[ Man Announcing Sports On TV,
Indistinct ]

I can't do this anymore,
you not talking to me.

It's worse than that time in
third grade when Sister Mildred
separated us for a week,

'cause we ate all
her peanut brittle.

That was some
good peanut brittle.

I'm sorry, Rhetta.

Really, truly sorry.

I never meant to hurt you.

You sorry for lying,
or for telling me, or for
doing it in the first place?

Yeah, all that.

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

It wasn't any fun
for me either.
[ Sighs ]

[ Sports Announcer ]
He gets it off. He's hit Morgan
at the 45-yard line!

Oh, what a pass!

To the 40, the 30, the 20--
[ Crowd Cheers ]

[ Whistle Blows ]
All the way! Touchdown!

[ Whines, Growls ]

I don't know what
I'm gonna do with you, girl.

You take one step forward
and two steps back.

We ain't doin'
the Hokey Pokey here.

I thought for sure
you was gonna tell
Darlene the truth.

Whatever problems they have
has nothing to do with me.
Hmm!

[ Chuckles ]
You just keep tellin'
yourself that.

I've had a long week, Earl.
So unless you're here
for pizza and TV, go away.

Okay. But extra jalapeños
and no mushrooms this time.

[ Punching Keypad ]