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Camille and Dickey

sittin' in a tree.

We're dying to know.

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

Calhoun Day,
it's not appropriate...

given the events.

I haven't caught the killer.

...hurt me if you can,
but my wounds will heal
stronger than before,

and my scars will armor me.

I will never betray my town!

Alan?

- Look at you.
- Perfection.

- Can you...?
- Yeah.

Today celebrates
what is unmovable
about this place.

About us.

I just want things
to be nice.

And it will be.

It's gonna be the best
Calhoun Day ever.

Now...

which jacket
do you like?

- People are talkin', Cubby.
- This story is blowing up.

Do not say "blowing up."
We are both too old
for "blowing up."

Well, it's got more hits
than our site's ever got.

What do the kids call that?

Look, we need
to feed this thing.

Can you turn me around
a new installment
in 24 to 48?

Um, 48, maybe.

We need more
about those girls.

Who were their best friends?

What's the pattern here?

What the hell's wrong
with this town?

Well, that I cannot fit
into 800 words.

Big picture. Rotting America.
Fall of Rome stuff.

Yeah, it's more like
the fall of the South.

My backyard's about
to be littered with
Confederate flags.

Now, that's good. You gotta
milk the shit out of that cow.

Yeah, I'm not sure
those two metaphors
go together.

You been drinkin'?

Funny girl.

Hey, kid,
I'm proud of you.

I'll get on it. Thanks.

You're doin'--

If it's the floor
your readers want,

the light flatters it best
from the doorway.

You a shutterbug,
Mrs. Crellin?

- I just--
- I know this floor,

and this house has been
a part of my family for ages.

There's soldiers' blood
on the floor.

My mother was a Calhoun.
She married into the Preakers.

They had the money,
the Calhouns had the house.

That's never gonna make it
into the magazine.
Anyway...

No, it's just...

I am just the photographer.

Good background.

Oh, this was added
in the thirties.

And-- And do you see...

where the ivory ends here?

Lean times for the--
for the Calhouns.

And of course, you can't
get ivory anymore.

Camille!

No, no, that's--
that's all right.

Your new shoes.

How many times...

Camille!

It's fine, it's fine. See?

Thank you.

Hey. Uh, call me back
when you have a minute.

I want to talk to you
about this article I just read.

Beautiful.

Right on Calhoun Day.

Here you go.

K.C.

Well, it's tradition.

Wear it every year.
I gotta look my best.

Yeah, I still think
your tradition's
a bad idea.

Be right with you,
Detective.

Take your time.

Can't call it off now.
Besides,

- people need to blow off steam.
- That's what I'm afraid of.

Well, you should have
thought of that before.

"Wind Gap victims
knew killer.

Police scrutinize
community.

Sources close
to the investigation--"

- I like that word, "close."
- I didn't tell her anything

she hadn't figured out already.

And I got something
out of it, too.

Ooh, I hope you did,
son.

Now everybody's all het up,
goin' on about Keene and Nash.

I never mentioned them.
She never mentioned them.

I don't know how many folks
sent me this article
in the space of two hours.

You still think it's a good idea
to get these het-up people
convened in one place?

You ask me,

if you cancel
you're askin' for trouble.

There's a lot of folks
ready to drink,

and no place to be?
No, thank you.

There you go.

I doubled the detail.

I got good men and true
comin' in from up county.

I'm not worried
about Calhoun Day.

Thank you, Clyde.

A little worried
about you, though, son.

Your Preaker girl?
Good tree, bad apple.

Hey. There's things about her
you don't know.

You watch yourself.

And Kansas City...

if you're comin', don't dress
like a Union soldier.

- Thank you, Clyde!
- Chief.

Anything with fleurs-de-lis

is gonna be
dining room service.

Without is veranda.

Mama, will you
run lines with me?

In a minute, sweet.

And of course,

anything past the tents
is plastic ware.

It's a big job. Thank you.
These look beautiful.

- I'll do it.
- It's OK.

- OK...
- I want Camille to do it.

Camille never liked
our pageant history.

Did you?

No, I just thought it was
an odd thing to celebrate.

- But I don't mind.
- I'm Millie Calhoun.

You're the Yankee rapist.

All right. "You're gonna
tell us where he's hidin',
girl, or else."

I will never
give up my husband.

I will never betray my town!

You'll have to burn
this tree down.

Wow, I forgot how creepy
this play was.

Tried to change it,
but Mr. Lacey
wouldn't go for it.

Just let it be.
It is what it is.

You said it's that way
only because it's written
by men.

You did, now? Wow.
So you're a feminist?

That is not
what you're wearing
to the party, is it?

It's a barbecue,
and I'm wearin' jeans.

It's not a barbecue.
And you're in all black.
On Calhoun Day?

Well, I'm not really
a part of it.

Folks don't
understand that, Camille.
You're under my roof.

Field trip to find you
something appropriate.

- Let's go! Just girls.
- Hear that, Alan?

Yes, dear.

She's so easy to rile.

My other phone.
Don't tell Mama.

You have Ann and Natalie
in there?

You guys were friends, right?

You used to
hang out with them?

Not that much.

I mean, like,
a million years ago.

Seventh grade.

That was, like, a year ago.

Do you feel like
you can talk to me
about them?

- On the record?
- Come on.

Kidding.

I just...

I don't like
to think about them.

It scares me.

I feel bad,

because we
weren't friends anymore
when it happened.

They still wanted to,
like, play in the woods,

with forts and shit.

Kid stuff.

Did you guys used to hang out
in that huntin' shed?

Shit.

"'Wind Gap protects its own.'

You hear that a lot
in a small Missouri town.

But two grisly child murders
have changed

- the meaning of 'protect.'"
- Don't read that.

Don't read that.
Where did you get that?

Kelsey. Jodes
shared it to her.

"Sources close
to the investigation

confirm that
the local community--"

Ha! John, right?--
"is under scrutiny."

Can you keep it down, please?

Holy shit. Three more people
just shared it to me.

Shared it with you.
And put it away.

Fucking Jodes saw this
before I did?

Girls! Let's go.

Bitch.

Oh, she still has
that ugly grate.

Such as shame people in town
feel the need for
that sort of thing.

Good morning!

We have some great things
set aside for you ladies today.

And who is
this lovely creature?

This is my eldest daughter.

- Camille. It's a pleasure.
- Hello.

She takes after
her father.

His coloring,
his temperament.

How are your hands?
I heard.

Roses are so cruel
to my soft skin.

That's more than
I ever heard you say
about my father.

There's not much else
to say.

Mama, help me pick.

I've got this one... or these.

Give me a minute, sweet.

I must concentrate on
this five-alarm fire here.

- Come in the dressing room.
- Amma, give me a minute.

Ohh.

Camille wrote a new article.

- Everyone's talking about it.
- What's that?

She said it's either
John Keene

or Bob Nash
who killed those girls.

No, I just said
that authorities

think it might be a local.

"... Mexicans or drifters
or truckers."

- Amma.
- Says it in the article

plain as day.

- "Wind Gap kills its children."
- Stop!

Right now!

Ow. Oh,
you've made me bleed.

Both of you.

I'm not sure of your taste,
Camille,

but I think you'd look lovely
in these.

Sarabeth,
you do have an eye.

Why don't you take Camille
to the dressing room

while I pick out something
for Amma?

Right this way, darling.

Amma.

You let me know
if I can get you anything else.

You know what? I think
I would like to try this one.

- Mama? This one?
- There you go.

Can I please have the one
that I picked out, please?

Excuse me, Sarabeth?

You all right in there?

Where are my clothes?

Which one
fits better?

Well, none of these
are gonna work.

- Just try one!
- What's wrong?

Your sister's
being stubborn.

Can you have her
go wait in the car?

- Why?
- I have no idea why.

Amma? Just go wait
in the car.

Can you have her
go wait in the car?

Amma, can you just
wait in the car?!

Camille, just let me see you.
I have got to get home,

for heaven's sake!

You happy?

Go wait in the car.

Go.

That's what you wanted,
right?

It's worse
than I remember.

You weren't there
at the end.

So it's over?

Yes.

Hardly matters.
You're ruined.

All out of spite.
You want to know

who your father was?
That's who he was.

All spite.
I'm glad Amma saw.

I'm sorry.

I started it
with the article.
I didn't--

I didn't think she'd--

I didn't know

about your...

I'm sorry.
I was mad.

Did it... hurt?

'Cause --
I know a girl like you.

Not like you, but...

She says it doesn't hurt

because the cut's
already there

under the skin.

The knife just
lets it out.

Your friend sounds like
an after-school special.

What's that?

- Do you have my name on there?
- I don't do names.

- Not even boyfriends?
- I don't do boyfriends.

Come on, I want
to show you something.

Please.

Chief, we've gotta respond
to a 288.

- Copy that. I'm here.
- Be safe out there.

Come on, you don't want
to miss your turn.

Wait for me!

Please stay.

I don't know if I can.

If I can, you can.

Well, lookit here.

Veranda girls,
35 Calhoun Days running.

- Got to be a record.
- It's classic Adora.

"On this special day,

everyone is welcome
in my home.

Don't come in my home."

That's so true.

Ahh.

Hello, Avery!

Oh, thank you for
coming to my party.

I love you.

You OK?

And there is
our most beautiful hostess.

Ladies, enjoy.

Girls.

It's good to see you.
Jackie, you findin' everything?

- Hmm?
- Everything found me.

Well, enjoy, and please
save some liquor

for the rest of us.

- I enjoyed Camille's article.
- Oh, I haven't read it.

You should really
take a look at it.

You should.
It's honest,
it's refreshing,

- it's timely.
- As are you.

Cheers, ladies.

OK.

Hello, boys.

I think I should
probably just head home, OK?

What are you talking about?

Just give it a few more days.

- Cubby, you holdin' up?
- Um...

well, I guess
that's not for you
to worry about, is it?

Ohh. Look, I thought that
sending you home would help,

but I forget sometimes
how parents aren't always
good for their kids.

- Camille?
- Yeah.

It's just that
whenever I'm here,

I just, um...

I just--

I feel like a bad person.

Oh, Camille.

Camille, you are

one of the most decent
people I know,

and there aren't that many
decent people left
in the world.

With my folks gone,
it's pretty much down
to you and Eileen.

- No, I'm not decent.
- Camille, you are.

Even to the most worthless
pieces of shit.

Why do you think
I keep you around?

It's not because
you're a great reporter.

Kiddo, was--
was that funny?

I-- I meant it
to be funny.

You know I'm funnier
when I drink.
I'm not allowed to drink.

- Go get a drink.
- Make it a double.

Camille...

you want to come home, kiddo?

No.

I should see this through.

That's my Cubby.

You know we're here for you.

Thanks.

- We'll talk soon.
- OK.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Fuck it.

Oh, fuck no.

- Kansas City.
- Chief.

I'd like you to meet
my wife Jocelyn.

Ma'am. Pleasure
to meet you.

Detective Willis.
I've heard so much about you.

Well, I hope I can change
your opinion of me.

Charming, as advertised.

Don't flatter yourself,
Betty Sue. Come on, honey.

- Have a great day, Detective.
- Happy Calhoun Day.

- Hey.
- Yeah.

Camille Preaker!

Why don't you come over here,
hang out with us
for a little bit?

That does sound delightful,
but I can't right now.

Maybe later.

Ohh.

My, my.
Those Crellin girls

sure do like their boys
with badges.

Mm-hm-hm.

What's up, James?

Hey, Big City.

Hey, Bob.

What the hell
you doin' here?

It's Calhoun Day.

I'm just enjoying
the festivities.

- Really?
- Yeah.

You sure you're not
followin' me?

You're the one
that came up to me.

- Hey.
- Do yourself a favor

and don't touch me again.

You got it?

Is this a joke to you?

I lost a kid, remember?

It's no joke, Bob. OK?

Look, I'm tellin' ya,
we're gonna get this guy.

There'll be justice.

Oh.

What, are you gonna...

you gonna strangle him
and rip out his teeth?

That'd be justice,
wouldn't it?

All I'm asking you
to do is lock him up.

Jesus, he's right
over there.

You cut my stuff?
All of it?

I gave you good stuff.
I gave you John.
We had a deal.

- There was no deal, Ashley.
- I am John's only advocate--

- Let's just go.
- No. We are not leaving.

You don't want
to burn this bridge.

I know things, Camille.

Come on.

- Let's keep it that way.
- Yep.

- Hey. There she is.
- Hi, guys.

Read your article, Big City.

Where'd you learn
to write like that?
Couldn't have been here.

Where'd you learn
to read like that?
Couldn't have been here.

- Aww.
- Hey, we're startin' a pool.

Nash or Keene. Who you got
your money on, Preaker?

- It was the brother, right?
- I'm gonna get myself a beer.

- Aww, now, don't go.
- Say, uh, Camille.

Why don't we
take a little tour
around the grounds

and get reacquainted?

I bet your wife
would just love that, huh?

She won't mind.
One of us has
gotta get some.

These gentlemen
bothering you,
Miss Preaker?

- No.
- Excuse me?

No, no.
Come on.

You ain't in Kansas anymore,
Toto. All right?

Let's just enjoy
the festivities.

Son of a bitch.
Can't-get-laid motherfucker.

- Yeah.
- It ain't me.

You feelin' all manly now?

No, no, just
a little frustrated,

'cause the girl I'm seeing
won't call me back.

Oh, we're
seeing each other?

We are now.

Plus, you wrote this
inconvenient article

about my case.

Published it
on the worst day possible.

Well, she has
a talent for that.

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'll take
two beers and a glass of wine.

Here you go.
Can you carry all that?

I got it.

Adora.

Welcome. Hello.

Thank you for having us.

Oh, the town needed it,
don't you think?

Yes.

Um, how's the case coming,
Chief?

It appears my daughter
has some notions.

Do you share them?

Well, I'm afraid...

I'm not at liberty
to comment, Mrs. Crellin.

Yes, well...
enjoy the barbecue.

Thank you.

You look beautiful,
as always.

Thank you so much.

Jodes. Lovely, beautiful girl.

So, what is this thing,
anyway? Calhoun Day.

So what,
it's Confederate pride?

Mmm. We don't use the "C-word"
here in Missouri.

Right. Bite my tongue.
Silent racism is best.

So, Zeke Calhoun,
our founding pedophile,

he fought for the South,

and his child-bride,
Millie Calhoun--

she was my great-great-
great-grand-victim
or something--

she was from a Union family.

Hell of a pairing.

Yeah, well, one day,
the Union soldiers

come down here
to collect hubby,
dead or alive.

But brave Millie,
who is with child,

she refuses
to give Zeke up--
she resists.

But it's how she resists
that people in this town
just love.

The Union soldiers,
they tied her to a tree,

did horrible things to her.

Violations.

But Millie
never said a word.
Lost the baby.

The end. Applause.

And this is a holiday?

We don't have a lot
of happy stories around here.

Yeah. I got that
on our first date.

Mmm. That was a date?

I don't know.
I'm just fishin' here.

Don't beat anyone up.

- Camille!
- How are you, sweetie?

I'm good, thank you.

I was just, uh,
looking for Amma.

We need to calm her down.
She's a little nervous.
Stage fright.

There isn't enough beer
at this party
to calm her down.

I mean, you didn't
hear this from me,

- but she's a bit of a wild--
- Gretchen.

Whose lawn are you
standing on, honey?

Well, thank you for not
telling me, Gretchen.

Look who's putting on airs now.

I hate her dress.

Kansas City, here I come.

Confederate and Union soldiers
drinkin' together.

Detective.

- Mrs. Crellin.
- It's so good of you to come.

Thank you
for your hospitality.
This, uh...

- This place is amazing.
- Would you like a tour?

I could have a plate sent up
to the house if you like.

I don't want you
to go to any trouble.
That's OK.

Well, it's no trouble at all.

My home is your home.

Amma.

Mama.

This is Nathan.
He just wanted to see
the dollhouse.

- Ma'am.
- Hello.

Your sister's waiting
to rehearse with you backstage.

She is?

Yes. You better get down there.

My-- My daughters might be
a lot of things,

but they really do care
for one another.

Uh... this wallpaper
is hand-painted...

on silk... from Paris.

- Inside invite.
- That's a first.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Hey. Have you seen Amma?

I think she went back
to the house.

OK. Thanks.

Camille.

I'm glad you're back.

That makes one of us.

I always knew
you'd get out of here.

Thanks.

I've... thought a lot
about you.

Camille Preaker.

Good luck with the play.

Guess who's inside
with your mama.

Mama said you wanted
to rehearse with me.

I did. I just got
something that
I need to do.

I'll run lines
with you, sweetheart.

I'm fine, thanks.

This ivory floor...

all ivory,
was a wedding present...

for my
great-great-grandmother.

Before anybody knew
what "endangered" was.

It was supposed
to last forever.

- And it has. Just.
- Hmm.

Things fall apart awful quick.

Good things, good people--
gone, just like that.

Richard, some people
don't understand loss,

because some people
haven't lost.

But the people here--

and I know all this
must seem strange to you,

these country folk,
our backward ways--

No, ma'am,
I never said that.

I don't want to tell you
your business.

It's your job
to see the bad in us.

That's not my job,
Mrs. Crellin.

I just want to remind you:

there's good here, too.

No matter what
you might have heard.

Would you mind
taking your shoes off, please?

- Sure.
- Thank you.

You've spent time
with my daughter lately.

We're both
after the same thing.

And what might that be?

Ten minutes
to showtime, everyone.

Ten minutes to showtime.

Camille? Camille.

You know the detective,
Willis, from Kansas City?

- Yeah, I've talked to him.
- Which way is he leanin'?

To the left,
if you ask me.

Stop it!

You know what I mean.
We think it's Nash.

They don't really
tell me much.

Well, your piece
said it was John
or Bob Nash--

No, I didn't say
that it was John
or Bob Nash.

Someone should
tell that to Bob.

Wouldn't it
be nice if he did it?

You're such
a class act, Gretchen.

Then it wouldn't
have to be sweetie John.

Windfall for the inmates.

You must think
we're awful.

She lost a sister,
you know?

I do. I'm sorry.

Camille's strength
went with her.

People avoid the topic...

but I can speak of it.

Camille... can't.

Even now, she's recovering
from a recent episode.

She's delicate...

a rare rose.

But not without thorns.

You should come to our
Pity Party tomorrow night.

It's a tradition, we sit around,
we watch "Beaches,"
and we cry and we cry.

- It's fun.
- I don't think that I can.

You'll get a month's
worth of articles
in the first ten minutes.

Plus, it'll be a giggle.
It'll be like old times.

- Please, Camille?
- OK, sure. Why not? Right?

Yay!
Wear somethin' kicky.

OK.

- Quite a place.
- Yeah, it is.

I'm starting to get
a picture of your upbringing.

What did she say?

Did I do something wrong?
Is your mother off-limits?

Is that part
of the tradition?

No. I'm sorry.

No.

The only
Calhoun Day tradition

you really need
to respect is

drinking enough
to get through Calhoun Day.

All right,
boys and girls.

Showtime.

There you go.

I just can't believe
that she didn't use
any of my stuff.

That bitch.

Why must men always fight?

I know
you're afraid.

Evil is about
to descend on Wind Gap.

What must we do,
my brave husband?

At the first sign
of trouble, you must flee.

So what did
she say, really?

A lot.
I know a lot.

About that floor made
of elephant tusks.

Kinda fucked-up
standing on it...

for a guy that wanted
to be an animal doctor.

That's all
she talked about?

Was there something else
she should have said?

That you could
take advantage of me maybe,
when I'm drunk?

Zeke, you cannot go
and fight those Yankees.

Who will defend
our children?

The Yankees
are coming!

I will distract them.

Once I do,
you'll get help.

You are a Union woman.

You've honored your bond.

You best tell us
where he's hidin', girl--

- Or else.
- Or else.

Do with me what you will.

Hurt me if you can,

but my wounds will heal
stronger than before!

My scars will armor me.

I will never
give up my husband!

I will never betray my town!

You'll have to burn
this tree down!

You son of a--

Somebody get him off!

- Amma!
- Get him off!

Amma!

- Look out! Look out!
- Get out of the way!

Whoo!

- All right! All right!
- Fuckin' killed my daughter!

- God damn!
- Look out! Look out!

- Fuckin' pervert!
- Bob, shut the fuck up!

Go on. Go on.

They get you there, John?

Take that, you candy-ass.

Baby killer!

I think the situation
has been resolved, so...

why don't we give
another round of applause

to our fine, young
Wind Gap Players here?

And for Mr. Kirk Lacey,
who set all of this up!

- Come on, have some water.
- No.

- Please?
- She left without her phone.

She never leaves
without her phone.

Well, she might
have her other one.
Right?

What other one?

Three hundred people
and no one saw a thing.

Adora, it's gonna be OK.
We're gonna check the woods.

We got some men together.

- I mean, my God! My God!
- Sweetheart, please.

Amma!

Amma!

Come on, boys.

Amma!

Amma!

- Amma?
- Ohh!

Amma! Amma!

Amma? Hey.

Amma, are you OK?

Amma, what the hell?

I've got her!

She's shaken up,
scratched. Poor thing.

So, what?
She claims she...

ran way 'cause she was upset
about the play?

She's not really
up to talking.

The important thing is,
she's all right.

Yeah.

Would you have
a drink with me
on the veranda?

Please?

I wanted to apologize.

Oh, no, Mama-- Mama,
you don't have to.

I just--
I wasn't thinkin',

and I should have told
my editor to wait

on the article, so...

Mama, can I talk
to you about Amma?

She's scared
of something.

I think that's the reason
she's doin' what she's doin'.

What's she doin'?

Her mood swings.
Her acting out.

Hmm. That's just
being a teenager.

Well, I'm sure you'll do
what you think is best.

I try.

And I, um...

I appreciate you not telling
that detective about,

um... about me.

But, darling,
he'll find out, won't he?

I mean, not to be blunt,
but...

when you get close?

I won't...

get close. I don't--
I'll never get close.

But that's what I wanted
to apologize for.

You can't get close.

That's your father.

And it's why I think...

I never loved you.

You were born to it...

that cold nature.

I hope that's
some comfort to you.

Let me see you.

It's OK.

Do you like that?

No.

No.

No.

My way.

We do it my way.

My way.