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So you want to talk the whole
case through or...?

The whole story from
your end, you don't mind.

That's what y'all want
to hear about, right,

Dora Lange, kids in the woods?

I guarantee this
wasn't his first.

So she was drugged, tortured,
posed out there.

Is it the Fontenot girl?

And why would you ask that?

Went missing
around here years back.

Ten-year-old girl goes missing
and that doesn't go state-wide?

My understanding, the little girl
went off with her birth daddy.

Marty?

I don't know what that is.

I haven't looked in there
since the police first came.

Rust, it is so nice
to finally meet you.

- Children?
- One, she passed.

Marriage didn't last
long after that.

This is Reverend Tuttle.

We've been discussing
the task force

to investigate crimes with
an anti-Christian connotation.

There is a war happening.

You want to talk Dori?

Man, she was high.

Talkin' 'bout she met a king.

Can you, uh, tell us
anything about that?

You were off the grid.

My question is--

How could it be him...

if we already
caught him in '95?

How indeed, Detectives?

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True Detective - 1x02
"Seeing Things"

Back then, I'd sleep and

I'd lay awake thinking
about women.

My daughter...
my wife.

I mean, it's like... something's
just got your name on it,

like a, like a bullet

or a nail in the road.

Shit.

Sorry. I drift...

sometimes when I've
had a few. That's...

That's why I like
to drink alone.

One reason, anyway.

- About that sculpture thing.
- Hmm.

Kind of strange
it turns up like that

years later.

Yeah, nobody knew why
that thing was in the playhouse.

I mean, the aunt reckoned
maybe it was something

she made in school, you know?

To me, it was like someone was

having a conversation,
you know?

Girl's... school
shut down in '92.

It closed down after Andrew.

That mean anything to you?

Oh, we notified
the deceased's mother.

Do you remember the last time

you saw your daughter Dora?

It was
a horrible, horrible thing.

We saw it on TV,

what we're in the clutches of,

and I prayed and prayed
for that woman's family.

And it's me.

It's me.

- Mrs. Kelly.
- Hmm?

What about her father?

Did they have a relationship?

Why?
What have you heard?

I heard he passed.
Is that correct?

Why wouldn't a father
bathe his own child?

Ahem.

We, uh, we were just wondering

how they got on, ma'am.

He died on the road.

He drove a Peterbilt,

and he took an exit too fast.

Rolled over
near Rowan, Oklahoma.

May 11, 1984.

When was the last time
you talked to her?

You know, she's always been
in some kind of trouble.

I thought things were
getting better.

Got away from Charlie.

She came by not too
long ago, maybe a month.

She didn't talk
about her daddy none.

Said she'd been
going to church.

Do you, um,

do you remember where
that church was?

- Oh...
- Mrs. Kelly?

No.

Ow.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.

Hail Mary, full of grace.

Mrs. Kelly--

I-- I get
these headaches.

It's like storms. Oh.

I worked in dry-cleaning
for 20 years.

The chemicals.

That's what's wrong
with my nails.

Piece of work, huh?

My mother--
Donna Reed type.

Packed lunches,

bedtime stories.

Your mom still alive?

Maybe.

Cohle ever talk about his parents?

No.
Little bit about his dad.

Alaska, 'Nam.

You know, my dad, I had
about 6 inches on him,

and even in the end,

I still think
he could have taken me.

Yeah, Marines, Korea.

Never talked about it.

You know, there was a time that

men didn't air their
bullshit to the world.

You know, it just wasn't
a part of their job.

Well...

family.

Well, I mean, I...

I think a part
of Rust's problem was

there was things he needed
that he couldn't admit to.

Afternoon, men.

So we talked to the
victim's friend next, I believe.

Miss Carla?

I guess she always had her mom's place,

but, uh, I thought maybe
she'd gotten into somethin',

you know, like, uh,
like gamin' again.

Havin' a rough time.

What all did y'all talk
about? How was she?

Thin, loopy,

like high,

usually on somethin'.

She says she found a church,
but, uh-- heh!--

her eyes.

Somethin' wrong with 'em.

Now, do you remember
where this church was?

No.

You know where she might
have been staying?

Her landlord said she'd
moved out last summer.

That's when I stopped
seein' her so much.

She mentioned someplace
down south,

like around Spanish Lake, a...

shelter, girls used
to stay there,

something, all she said.

Hmm.

She sounds sad, Marty,

like a torn-up person
on her last legs.

She was just
an easy target for him.

What do we know about him?

Hits prosts, artistic,

religious in some kind of way.

Every person within
a thousand miles of here

is religious in some
kind of way, except you.

How many DBs have antlers,

blindfolds,

painted symbols
on their back, hmm?

Yeah, you know what
tweakers get up to.

Shit, man, this dude
in New Orleans

cut up his girl, felt remorse,

tried to piece her back
together with Krazy Glue.

That's just drug insanity.

Ah, that's not this.
This has scope.

Now, she articulated
a person with vision.

Vision is meaning.
Meaning is historical.

Look, she was just chum
in the water, man.

Days of nothing.

That's what it's like,
you work cases.

Days like lost dogs.

Goes on like that.

You know the job.

You're looking for narrative,

interrogate witnesses.

Wake up, Daddy.

Parcel evidence,

establish a timeline,

and build a story
day after day.

No! No!

Hey, the other night,

when you were over for dinner,

why didn't you leave
when I had Chris call?

Mmm, I don't know.

I guess I had
sobered up a little.

Besides, it wasn't
as bad as I thought.

And being around your family,

I liked talking to them.

"Bad"?
Why'd you think that?

I was married, Marty,
for 3 years.

We had a... baby girl.

She died.

Car accident.
She was two years old.

Marriage couldn't handle it.

Your kid died?

Oh, I...

I'm sorry, man. I am so sorry.
I didn't--

No, I mean, it wasn't
you guys. It was just me.

I was worried...

you know, being around
that kind of thing.

Hey, you were
married the once, just the once?

Uh-huh.
Came close another time.

Laurie.

Maggie introduced us,

and it-- it broke off.

It was for the best, you know.
I gave her cause.

I can be hard to live
with. You know, I...

I don't mean to,
but I can be... critical.

And sometimes I think I'm
just not good for people,

you know, that it's not good
for them to be around me.

You know, I...
I wear 'em down,

you know, they...

- they get unhappy.
- Hmm.

Yeah, I think the job does
that to a lot of guys.

Changes you. Some guys
just notice, that's all.

Well I can't say the
job made me this way.

More like me being this way
made me right for the job.

And I used to...

think about it more, but...

you know, you reach a certain
age, you know who you are.

Now I live in a little room

out in the country,
behind a bar.

Work 4 nights a week;
in between, I drink,

and there ain't
nobody there to stop me.

I know who I am.

After all these years,
there's a...

there's a victory in that.

Third day on the job,

stopped this cutie
for speeding.

52 minutes later,
back in her dorm room.

I got my...

uniform around my knees.

Ha! I'm occupied,

so I don't hear anything.

I don't know that her
roommate has come home

- and snuck up behind us.
- Oh, shit.

You know how I knew that
she was in the room?

She stuck her finger up my ass!

Ruined me. Now I can't
do without it.

You miss some things on the job.

You know what I mean.

You got to... decompress

before you can go being
a family man.

What you get into working,

you can't have
the kids around that.

So, um, sometimes you got
to get your head right.

Mind if I stop by?

I don't know. Where are you?

Elks.

So you're drunk.

No, I'm not,

and I've hardly had
anything to drink.

You never hardly have
anything to drink.

I have a surprise for you.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Is that a yes?

I, uh, might stay up.

Ah.

It's for
your wife and kids, too.

You got to take your release
where you find it

or where it finds you.

I mean, in the end, it's for
the good of the family.

What's that?

Oh, well, I, uh,

got you a present.

Don't move a muscle.

I shan't.
Just the fingers.

The finger muscles.

Mmm.

Oh, stop.

Oh, you're very naughty.

Yes.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say

can and will be held against
you in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you can't afford
an attorney,

the state will provide you one.

Do you understand your rights?

You definitely have a
career in law enforcement.

Well, I thought I was
gonna put these on you.

- You want this?
- Ah.

Yeah?

You want it?

Yes.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Now, what do you mean,
exactly, these visions you mentioned?

Oh, shit. I thought you knew.

I told Marty about them,
you know, down the line.

Uh, chemical... flashbacks,

neural damage, you know,

from my time in the HIDTA,

as in High-Intensity
Drug Trafficking Area.

I spent 4 years undercover.

You know what that means?

That's where they got them
Fed rumors, I first come in.

What, you two
don't know about them?

Those files are still
sealed, huh?

Shee-it.

Just what have you two
heard about me?

You wanted blues?

Quaaludes.

- Downers?
- Dopey stuff.

- Oh.
- What's it run?

I'm thinking blue go
for three a pill.

We'll say 200 for the bottle.

I thought you might
just take 'em.

Or that you wanted
somethin' else.

Some kind of somethin' else?

No.

Then I was thinking,
you're a good-looking man.

You wouldn't need
a shakedown to get some.

What about rough
trade, scary guys?

You girls talk.

Around here, they're rough

or whiskey-limp.

Seen plenty of guys
that get touchy.

Something sets them off and
they're like little boys.

People always go away
around here.

Where would I look,

working girls might know
the blonde?

If she was gaming I-10 south
side, I heard of this place.

Kind of trailer park.

Girls work and stay.
They call it "The Ranch."

Where's that?

Like, south of Spanish Lake,

supposed to be.

You know the place?

What's your deal?

I don't have a deal.

I mean, what do you do?

Never mind. I thought
you were gonna bust me.

I told you, I'm not interested.

Yeah, I know.

Kinda strange,

like you might be dangerous.

Well, of course I'm dangerous.

I'm police.

I could do terrible
things to people...

with impunity.

You know, what'd
you do last night?

I called up here late.

What were you doing?

Working.

Was thinking about dropping by.

Where were you?

I was out with girlfriends.

Uh-huh. Well,
I don't like that.

What, you're jealous?

Don't be stupid.

I just mean that there's

a crazy man out there,

and he's killing women.

Wait, you mean that girl
again, that Satanic thing?

Everyone's still talking about
that at the courthouse.

It's not just her.

There's more.

There's more?
Really?

Yeah, well, we're not saying,

keeping it out
of the press, but...

we're thinking that he's
been doing this a while.

Wow.

Yeah, so no need to go out.

You just have a drink here.

I can't meet
a nice man at home.

That hurts me

when you speak to me
in a passive-aggressive way.

I always talk straight to you.

Excuse me. I meant that
since you're married,

I need to be considering my
options as a young woman.

I want things, Marty.

I want things, too.

Yeah, you just want your cake

and to eat it, too.

How good is cake

if you can't eat it?

Mmm.

Morning.

Hey, I think I might have
found something good.

Bunny ranch down south,

round Spanish Lake.

I thought we were
pulling old johns today.

Yeah, we should do this first.

What?

You wash up.
You got some pussy on you.

Key to a healthy marriage.

Oh, that's Maggie, huh?

Hey.

What's with your fucking nose?

Nothing, man.
Sorry. Forget it.

I get a connotation
being implied here

about my wife?

Are you saying that's wife, that
high tide you're walking in with?

You got some idea

how my wife's pussy's
supposed to smell?

No, I just meant you're wearing the
same clothes as you did yesterday,

coupled with the fact
that I ain't stupid.

Wasn't making no comment
as to the...

particularity of the scent.

You don't say fuck-all
about my wife.

Don't say her name.

You got some self-loathing to
do this morning, that's fine,

but it ain't worth
losing your hands over.

How would that work, exactly?

Well, I'd just apply
a couple pounds of pressure,

snap your wrists.

You're Senior Detective.

Think I'm lying?

You got a specific
location for this place

or are we just gonna wander
around till we find it?

We got some names.

I'm gonna have to ask
for directions.

Maybe you could just
follow your nose.

Wherever he picked them up,

I mean, I won't lie.

However we left it,

he had some moves.

He knew a few CIs
from his narco days.

They knew these parts,
put us in touch

with some names,
people to talk to.

How we doing, boys?

- Hey.
- Hello.

We're looking for
a little bunny ranch

down around these parts.

Y'all know where
we could find it?

- No, sir.
- Never heard about it?

- Little whorehouse?
- Nuh-uh.

Sorry, man.

Supposed to be stuck up
in the woods around here?

And I'll tell you this,

Rust had about as sharp
an eye for weakness

as I ever seen.

I'll be right back.

It's my bad, boys.

Think we got started
on the wrong foot there.

Aah!

Aah!

You remember where that
little whorehouse is, huh?

Take 353 South.

Gonna exit off the shoulder
before we get to the 14.

From there, we take a dirt
fishing road to Bayou Chenault.

Okay.

That it?

Mm-hmm.

Cop car, y'all.

Just trying to get
some freebies.

I don't do no cops...

Hello, ma'am.

Martin Hart,
Rustin Cohle-- State CID.

This your place?

It's my lease.

What is this, some kind
of hillbilly bunny ranch?

Excuse me?

You might want to talk
to Sheriff Bilson

'fore you start tossin'
accusations around.

No, I ain't got nothing
against hillbillies.

Relax. That's not
why we're here. We, uh,

well, something
happened to a girl,

and we need to know if
any of you knew her.

Yeah. That's Dori.

Somethin' happened?

You know about that woman
found outside of Erath?

Oh, no.

Did something happen to Dori?

Were you pretty good
friends with her?

She was nice to me when
I first came around.

Gave me tips and stuff.

Tips? About what?

Nothin'.

You know, just how to be.

You got any idea where she might have
been staying the last few weeks?

I don't.

Her ex is in prison.

I guess maybe
she got a new place.

She'd been going to church.

I was hoping maybe she
just turned things around.

We're gonna need to question any
girls might have known her.

That's a tougher ask
than you think.

Folks'll be stayin' away,
they hear y'all are out here.

Well, ma'am, it's the best
way to get us to leave.

You said she left a bag.

Yeah.

Can I see it?

Sure.

That girl's not 18.

The sheriff know you got
underage working here?

What do you know about
where that girl's been,

where she come from?

You want to know
Beth's situation,

'fore she ran out on her uncle?

There are other places
she could go.

Such holy bullshit from you.

It's a woman's body, ain't it?

A woman's choice.

Well, she don't look
like a woman to me.

At that age,
she is not equipped

to make those kind of choices.

But I guess you don't give
a shit what kind of damage

she's doing to herself, as long
as you're making your money.

Girls walk this Earth
all the time

screwin' for free.

Now, why is it you add
business to the mix,

and boys like you can't
stand the thought?

I'll tell you.

It's 'cause suddenly
you don't own it

the way you thought you did.

Ahem.

Ma'am, you've both
been very helpful.

We'll be in touch.

Yes, thank you...

for your help.

Do something else.

That a down payment?

Is shitting on
any moment of decency

part of your job description?

"I closed my eyes
and saw the king

in yellow moving
through the forest."

This is her diary, Marty.

Believe this shit.

A girl that young.

You know the sheriff has got
a stake in this place, too.

Fucking Christ.

"The king's children
were marked.

They became his angels."

The yellow king, Carcosa.

Nut job.

Fried her brain on
whatever she was on.

Sounds like she didn't
have much to begin with.

Well, it reads like a fantasy.

What if he was
dosing her regular,

and over a period of time,
upping the dose

little by little
without her knowing it?

We should stay out here
today, check around

for johns

maybe knew her.

Look at this.

Oh, yeah.

Man, a lot of these
type places.

Expect the flock
to canvass for 'em.

You know, we should go there.

Could be the church
everyone mentioned.

Well, let's check around for
johns while we're out here

and pick up the church
on Monday.

Most of your stuff's still redacted.

Now, what's Northshore?

Northshore
Psychiatric Hospital,

Lubbock, Texas.

I spent 4 months there in '93.

- You feel like talking about that?
- Well, sure.

Who gives a shit?

Sofia... my daughter.

She was on her tricycle

in our driveway. Um...

We lived down a--
where a little bend in the road, and...

They said that...

Anyway, afterwards, uh,

Claire and I turned
on each other, you know?

We... we resented each other

being alive, you know?

I transferred
from robbery to narco.

Started hitting it,
you know, 24/7.

Street rips, knocking down
doors, and within 3 months

I was ripping off couriers
or ending up in a Ramada Inn

with a couple
of fuckin' eight-balls.

Oh, yeah.

Somewhere in there,
Claire left,

and somewhere in there,

I emptied a 9 into a crankhead

for injecting his infant
daughter with crystal.

Said he was trying
to purify her.

State attorney gave me one
chance to stay out of jail.

He said, "You can keep your profile, but
we want to make you our wild man junkie."

So they did. They made me
a floater, like a trick.

You know, any agency or department
needed a deep undercover narco,

they got me,

and there was no fuckin'
expiration date, baby.

And they kept you
out there for 4 years?

Mm-hmm.

And then, February of '93,

I killed 3 cartel men
in Port Houston.

I took three 25s
in the side and ended up

at Northshore Psychiatric
Hospital in Lubbock, Texas,

which is kind of funny
in its own rite--

psych ward being
in Lubbock, Texas. Heh!

You ever been there? They
offered me a psych pension.

Jackpot, right?

And I said no.

I said, "Put me
on homicide somewhere."

By then, I was owed
quite a few favors,

and, uh, Louisiana was
what they had.

Yeah, for a long
time after, I-- I didn't really sleep.

Nightmares, PTSD,

exhausted nerves, whatever.

Yeah.

Why homicide?

Oh, something
I saw at Northshore.

Quote from Corinthians.

"The body is not
one member, but many."

"Now are they many,
but... of one body."

What's that mean, though?

I was just trying to stay
a part of the body now. Heh!

The fishing pole's not working.

- Just ask Grandpa.
- No.

- Yeah.
- Grandpa, I can't tell if it's working.

You'll know, honey.
It'll yank at you hard.

- Okay.
- Why don't you...

How's that case going?
The big one?

Working it, you know.

Things like that didn't happen
these parts when I was young.

People said "ma'am"
and "sir."

Families stayed together.

Yeah, that's how it was, huh?

Not all the time.

There was more dignity.

Everyone wasn't out in the street,
yelling about their rights.

Well, if things were so great,

they never would have changed.

Hmm.

Nothing is going on.

I'm just saying,
if there's a problem,

you can talk to me.
You know that.

If I have a problem with
someone, I talk to them, Ma.

Well, you should be able
to talk to me.

I know what it's like
to be married to a man.

You think they're all
the same, huh?

I don't know why you're
so rude to me.

If you're frustrated,
don't take it out on me.

I think that you need
to get your cable fixed

and stop confusing me
with your soap operas.

Well, you beat up on
what you can't control.

Makes it bad
for everybody else.

- I don't know how.
- I don't care. Just try.

- You do it.
- I can't.

You have smaller fingers.

Macie, just do it.

So you're telling me the
world isn't getting worse?

I seen kids today,
all in black,

wearing makeup,
shit on their faces.

Everything's sex.

Clinton.

You know, throughout history,

I bet every old man probably
said the same thing.

And old men die,

and the world keeps spinning.

- How are the girls?
- I got this lead--

I got this lead
I wanted to check up on.

I told you about it.

- Maybe your dad could bring you back.
- No.

You didn't tell me
anything about it.

This is a family day.

I did tell you about it.

I mentioned it.
It's the new case.

Okay, well, how about we
all head back, then?

Hmm. All right,
sweetheart.

Come on! Let's go!

My line's tangled.

Just paddle in.

Okay. Told you!

Thanks for
the lovely afternoon.

Oh.

Thank you.

Afternoon, sir.

- How you doing today, Officer?
- I have a question for you.

You ever seen this girl?

You never seen her before?

- Never before.
- Hm-mmm, not here.

Question.

I'm looking for this young lady.
You recognize her?

I might need a memory jog.

Dora.
Young blonde?

Dora. Dora, Dora,
Dora, Dora.

Dora.

Have any guys come
around lately,

looking for anything
more than a good time?

You might be able to remember
for a little more money?

I might.

You might?

Years we've been through this.

Sweetheart, listen to me.

There is nowhere else
I want to be.

I wonder if you even
know you're lying.

Oh, come on!

Shh.

Bad enough,

the shit I got to wade
through on a daily basis,

bring me this
"feel bad for me" crap

when I work 30 hours straight
and spent the weekend

listening to
your dad's bullshit?

I come home, the one place

where there's supposed
to be peace and calm,

- and you throw this shit--
- Who told you that?

It's not always that way.
It's not supposed to be.

It's supposed to be what I want,
it's supposed to help me.

We do help you!

All the goddamn time!

Okay, well, what do you
want me to say?

You want me to talk about
the woman, had antlers?

Do you want me to tell you
about the kids disappearing,

and maybe you'll stop with the
"poor me" little whiny bullshit?

Is that what you're
saying, hmm?

That I'm trying to make
you feel bad for me?

Is that really how you
want to play this?

No, honey.

I think you're the
greatest woman I ever met,

and you're the greatest thing
that ever happened to me.

But, yeah, you know, sometimes

I think you might
have a penchant

for self-pity.

And right now,
I need you to be strong

so that I can do my job.

You have developed some
sort of selective deafness.

You used to not be such
a chicken shit, I swear.

Even your mom thinks
you're a ball-buster.

Tell the girls dinner.

Mmm.

You don't have
a mommy or daddy anymore.

Yours just died in an accident.

How?

In a car accident.
Someone--

Dinnertime, kids.
Go to the kitchen.

Are you coming?

Yeah, of course.
I'm starving.

Really?

- Yeah, really.
- Good.

You know how
I think about my daughter now?

You know what...

what she was spared?

Sometimes I feel grateful.

Doctors said

she didn't feel a thing.

Went straight into a coma,

and then, somewhere in that...

blackness, she slipped off
into another,

deeper kind.

Isn't that a beautiful way
to go out? Heh!

Painlessly,

as a happy child.

Hmm.

Yeah, trouble with...

dying later is you've
already grown up.

Heh! Damage is done.
It's too late.

You got kids?

Mmm.

Well, you got the hubris

it must take to...

yank a soul out of nonexistence

into this meat.

And to force a life
into this thresher.

And as for my daughter,
she, uh...

she spared me the sin

of being a father.

Hey, Cathleen,

you little vixen.

Any chance of some coffee?

- Of course.
- Okay.

Who are these guys?

Some assholes Quesada brought in.
Coffee on its way.

- Hey, morning, Marty.
- Hey.

Major's introducing me.
New flying squad.

You know Mark
Daughtry, Ted Bertrand.

Daughtry.

Ted.

- Jimmy Dufrene.
- Jimmy Dufrene.

What's up?

We've been tasked with investigating
crimes with possible occult links.

There's been a rash
of animal mutilations,

cemeteries defiled.

- And they want to see what we have
on the Lange case. - Uh-huh.

Well, this task force
is important to the Commander

and to the Governor's Office.

You know, a lot of people
are concerned about it.

You know, me, I don't
see the connection

between two dead cats
and a murdered woman.

But then, I'm from Texas.

Heh!

We're not stepping
on your toes, Marty.

We just got the mandate. We got to
compare notes with what you got.

Yeah.

- Here you are, Detective.
- No. Oh.

- Thanks, Cathleen.
- You got it.

Xerox all you want.

Make you feel like good cops.

You two, my office.

Cohle, we got a new rule
around here, especially for you.

You got an opinion
about anything,

you hold on to it.

You hold on to it
or you tell it to Marty.

Otherwise, button
your big, fat mouth.

However smart you are, you're
not as smart as you think.

Be serious, boss.

This God-bothering shit.

It's a political circle-jerk.
You know this.

Is this a place you live?

Where are you, huh?

You had anything in the last weeks?
You got a suspect?

Give us some more guys

to follow up KAs,
track records.

No, our bosses don't want you
at all, you understand?

I don't want you.

You are upright only by the
grace of this man's reputation.

Goddamn, Cohle.

How many ways are there for me
to say, "Shut the fuck up"?

I mean, we work
under command, right?

Now, our betters want a public,
high-profile show of response.

Shit, I got a state senator,

he's trying to label Satanic
graffiti as a hate crime.

That has nothing to do with our
DB, and that's the fact of it.

Okay, okay. Fine.

Let's say that's true,
all right?

Let's say that you guys get
the case all to yourselves.

You ever solve a murder, been in
the red more than a week?

You ever clear one where two rounds of
questions didn't hand you the fucking answer?

- Oh, come on--
- No, no, you got leads, you got a timeline.

You know what I got?
I got a whodunit

where my two detectives
are stalling,

and I got a brand-new task force
wants to take it off our hands.

We have a lead--

Oh, for Christ's sake.
Fuck off, Cohle.

Christ.

It's your call.

You want to dump this one off?

You know, I'd think about it,
given the spotlight.

You know, Teddy Bertrand's a good detective.
You know him.

Well, you're a smart-ass
with your mouth shut.

I was just gonna say

we've got a lead on a church.

Our vic was spending
a lot of time there.

That's where we were headed.
It could be the break we need.

Inside, whatever they're
putting over you,

how much more time
could you get us?

Right now, it's up
for discussion, but,

you know, Tuttle's lighting
a fire under this.

Without a suspect,
they're just gonna

stop asking questions, Marty,
and they're gonna give orders.

That's that.

Give us the rest of the month

before they lump it
into whatever

the play is with
the task force, yeah?

I'll try.

Two weeks, and then you two
start catching again.

Yeah.

Let's cut to the point.

As the crow flies,
y'all are wanting to ask

about that big throwdown
in the woods, yeah?

Eventually, sure.

Right now, we're just
trying to track the case.

How Cohle worked it,
especially.

Which indicates you think
I'm too thick to realize

that y'all are trying
to jam somebody up.

You're on to something new.

So Cohle didn't want
to give it to the task force.

Did you?

No, I did not.

It don't make sense.
There is nothing out here.

According to this map, it should
be within these few miles.

Well-- ahem-- I guess
if it's one of those

tent revival places,
they move around.

Yeah.

Tents usually do.

There's no date on this
flyer, which is strange.

Something up there.

Wait, wait, back up.

Are you saying you were
hallucinating on the job?

Mmm.

No. I mean, I could always tell what
was real or what wasn't, you know.

So when I'd see things, like, man,
I'd just-- roll with it.

You still see things?

No.

No, they stopped altogether

after I was clean
a couple years.

No numbers on this place.

Fire must have happened
a long time ago.

Okay.
Place is trashed.

This ain't no kinda anything.

Yeah, back then, the visions.

Yeah, most of the time,
I was convinced that I'd lost it.

Marty?

But there were other times...

I thought I was mainlining
the secret truth of the universe.

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