All language subtitles for Sharp.Objects.S01E03.Vanish.2160p.MAX.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.Atmos.DV.HDR10.H.265-WDYM

(theme music playing)

(thunder rumbling)

(pig squealing)

- (teenagers cheering)
- Boy: Here, little piggy!

- Come on! Get back here!
- (pig squealing)

- (teenagers groan)
- Get up, you little...

Amma:
Hey, John!
Gonna bring me some bacon?

(girl chuckles)

Girl:
Oh, what’s the matter, John?
You break your ankle?

Amma:
Snatch it!
Pretend it’s a little girl.

(teenagers ’oohing’)

Girl:
Big guns!

- (siren bleats)
- (teenagers groan)

( over P.A.):
Well, isn’t this
a shit-ton of stupid.

Go on, now,
party’s over.

(thunder crashing)

(retching)

- (crickets chirping)
- (frogs croaking)

- Amma: Ah, shit.
- (door opens)

Amma (slurred):
Don’t tell Mama.

(Amma giggling)

- She loves her roses so much.
- Camille: Shh!

- (Amma, indistinct)
- Come on.

- Oh! What are we drinkin’?
- No. We are definitely
not drinkin’.

- Amma: Ohh. Boring.
- Camille: Mm-hm.

- There is never
anything to do here.
- No?

So what were you up to?

Hangin’ with my friends.

They love me.

They do, ya know?
Love me.

They’d do anything for me.

I just ask, and--

- They’re my besties.
- Here, take this.

Why are you
being sweet to me?

Why shouldn’t I be?

’Cause I’m not nice.

I wasn’t nice either
when I was your age.

Well, I’m nearly a woman.

That’s what Adora says.

Adora doesn’t know
about you.

But I do.
I can tell.

You hate this place like me...

but you love dead girls.

Couldn’t stay away.

I’m here for the paper,
that’s all.

Hm. You weren’t curious?

- About Wind Gap?
- About me.

Drink this.

Do you have a boyfriend?

Nope.

- Don’t you want one?
- Sometimes. Depends.

Kids?

Don’t you want a little...
baby?

Babies are so cute.

Mmm.

Well, I wouldn’t know
the first thing to do
with a baby.

You take care of them.

You can practice on me,
if you want.

You seem to be doing
a pretty good job
taking care of yourself.

I’ve never had a sister.

Hmm.

I just want to know you.

Sister.

My long-lost sister.

(rain pattering)

Woman:
We checkin’ in?

Camille:
We are.

Let me see.

Come on.

Press hard.

Sign on the third page
and we’ll get that
patched up.

You have insurance?

Yeah.

(elevator dings)

( rock music playing
on girl’s earbuds )

Nurse: Alice.

Time’s up.

I have an intake.

Well, find somebody.

- Come, on, five more minutes.
- No, I can’t. Go on.

Am I the only one workin’
in this goddamn place?

Yes!

(whispers): Go.

Yes, let me talk to him.

You’re kidding me.

Alice, Camille.
Camille, Alice.

Good night, girls.

Don’t talk to me.

(phone buzzing)

(buzzing continues)

Hello.

Curry:
Did I wake ya up?

No, I just got back
from spin class.

(laughs)
Your piece
wasn’t bad.

It’ll be on the website later,
paper tomorrow.

Good. When can I come home?

Mm-mm. You know what I want.

Are parents
taking precautions?

Are people letting kids
out of their sight?

And don’t be afraid
to get a little personal.

Like, how does it feel
to be home?

Easy.

Every day is a gift.

(classical music playing)

Amma:
Last night,
I threw up three times.

- Adora: I don’t like it.
- Alan: It’s just chills, dear.

Adora:
Give Dr. Manning a call.
Just in case.

(water sloshing)

Adora:
I love you, love you, love you.

Amma:
Where’s Camille, Mama?

Have a nice day.

Whaddya know, Joe?

- (sighs)
- Richard: A mysterious trucker

who murdered two girls
ten months apart.

Half the workers over there
are fuckin’ Mexicans.

Whole villages move up
from... wherever.

Bring their families,
their habits--
who knows what else.

- Fuckin’ bullshit.
- Richard: So you’re looking
at a trucker or a Mexican

or anyone that doesn’t
actually live in or about
the town of Wind Gap.

Vickery: You don’t
know the people--

Richard: I know this
is a crime of passion.

Nobody touched
those girls.

Passion doesn’t always
have to equal sex.

This type of thing
can scratch
a different kind of itch.

Power. Control.

Now you’re just
makin’ shit up.

I was asked down here
because this is what I do.

I went through
your incident reports,

and most Saturday nights
you got a few rowdy teens

and the same drunk
stealing the same car

and leaving it in
the same cow pasture

as last Saturday night.

His name is Earl.

And it was his car
before he lost it in a bet.

Right, you know these people.
And 9 out of 10 murder victims,
they knew their killer.

The teeth, the strangling--
someone had

a particular problem
with those particular girls.

Anyone fit that profile?

Any specific
fuckin’ Mexican, Bill?

That’d be great for you,
wouldn’t it?

- Killer with a grudge.
- What does that mean?

A serial? I betcha
that pops a career
into high gear

quicker than shit
through a goose.

I gotta think
of the bottom line.

All the small town
sit-on-your-ass jobs
are taken.

(laughs)

You best remember...

my town, my case.

My asshole.

(door opens)

It was someone they knew.

Vickery:
Or it wasn’t.

Hi.

She wouldn’t talk
to you, huh?

Well she had
a few choice words for me.

She’s not doing so well.
Self-medicating.

- Hmm.
- We learned about that
in health class.

You learn about that
just by living here.

(laughs)
I’m Ashley.

Wheeler.
John’s girlfriend.

- Camille Preaker.
- I know.

I know all about you.

My baby sister Jodes,
she’s friends with Amma.

And my older sister Danielle,
she was a freshman
when you were a senior.

She said you were it
back in the day.

Yeah, well,
that was a long time ago.

No! Dani’s married now.
Three kids.

She got fat.

Well, tell her
I said hello.

And to diet and exercise.

(laughs)
I will.

You wanna talk
to John, right?

’Cause I can
make that happen.

He listens to me.

Yeah. Yeah,
I’d appreciate that.

It’d be good for him
to talk to someone.

Everyone thinks he’s guilty
just ’cause he’s sensitive.

I hate that.
I’ll bet you’re sensitive.

Writers are sensitive.

You could help everyone understand.

Uh... should I just
wait here?

No. Not now.

He’s always agitated
after he talks to his mother.

He’s not even
staying here anymore.

He’s been staying with me
ever since

Natalie went missin’.

Just come by my house later.
1834 Tillman.

I’ll have John ready for you.

(Alice, indistinct)

Alice:
Fake piece of shit!

Alice: Fuck.

Are you trying
to eat it?

- (laughs)
- What--

I’m-- I’m not that good.

Well, yeah.

OK. There you go.

Camille:
My mama always says

lipstick makes you
look like a lady,

so there you go.

Rub ’em together.

Now you look like a lady.

- Thanks.
- Hmm.

You’re lucky
you can still wear skirts.

It’s a pain.

Making sure they cover
enough territory.

But I made a promise
to myself.

Three inches
above the knee.

Otherwise, well,
you know.

I haven’t worn a skirt
since college.

How old are you?

Older than you.

I always thought it was
something you grow out of.

I’ve just never been very good
at the adult thing, I guess.

Peter Pan
of cutting.
(laughs)

Yeah. I won’t grow up,
not me.

My mom hates
everything I wear
anyway, so...

What about you?
Any visitors today?

Um, my mom
said she’s comin’, so...

She like your clothes?

No.

- (laughs)
- God, no.

Alice:
What kind of stuff
do you listen to?

Oh, that’s not really my thing, music.

Well, no wonder you’re here, girl.

Camille:
Ah, you’re here too, girl. FYI.

Yeah, but...

(knocks on door)

Want these? I can
get the hell out of here
whenever I want.

(soft rock song playing)

♪ If the sun
refused to shine ♪

♪ I would still be loving you ♪

♪ When the mountains
crumble to the sea ♪

(music intensifies)

♪ Kind woman,
I give you my all ♪

♪ Kind woman,
nothing more ♪

♪ Little drop-- ♪

(music stops)

(bell rings)

Hi.

You lookin’ at him?
John Keene?

I got my eyes on everyone.

You talkin’ about the case,
or you just talkin’ about me?

- What, you’re not
gonna share anything?
- Not with you.

Come on. Theories? Suspects?
You can either help me
get it right,

- or I can, um--
- Or what, you go to Vickery,

give him that big-eyed flirt
you throwin’ my way?

What can I say?
I love my job.

Well, good luck with that.

He’s a hamster on a wheel
chasin’ imaginary truckers.

Mexican hog workers.

You don’t think he’s right?

No comment.

Come on.
The teeth, the bodies--

it sure doesn’t feel random,
does it?

And that dirt
that you pulled
off of Bob Nash’s tires--

you trying to tell me
he’s not a suspect?

I’m not trying
to tell you anything.

- OK, give me some insight.
- I read your sob story.

Wait till the rest of this place
gets a hold of it.

They’ll all be
juicin’ up their stories,

angling for their 15 minutes.

And that bullshit
from Natalie’s room?

There’s no way
her mom lets you in there.

The best thing
for both of us...

stay out of my way.

♪ ’Cause I cannot
beat the devil ♪

♪ I’m taking on
the deep deep blue ♪

♪ Armed with this key
on my piano ♪

♪ That I play-- ♪

(music stops)

You know, if I were paranoid,
Chief, I’d think you were
checkin’ up on me.

I’m not the one writin’ stories
about our town.

You think about it,
it’s you checkin’ up on us.

You really think
that Ann and Natalie
were murdered

by some random trucker?

That boy from Kansas City
talks like a woman
from Wind Gap.

(laughs)

Doesn’t help anything,

you talkin’ to people,
riling folks up.

You got two mutilated girls
on your hands.

Someone else
is doing the riling.

Bob Nash:
Yeah, Ann was a talker,

bossy sometimes,
but she was smart.

Different smart
from the other kids.

She’d ask me things
that were grown-up, you know?

Stuff she thought was dumb,
stuff she thought was funny.

Can’t do that
with my other kids.

Hell, I can’t even do that
with my wife.

She had never wanted kids.
That was all me.

Figured it would be different
once she loves ’em.

(exhales)

What kind of person does that?

Hurt a child?

Somebody with no feeling inside,
is that it?

Are you talking
about your wife,
or are you talking--

Ann. The person
who did that to Ann.

And the police,
they haven’t found
a goddamn thing.

You don’t think
they’re doing a good job?

They’re talkin’ to me.
Like I’m the one.

Do you think that
has anything to do
with your DUIs?

Or, um, the assault?
I did some checkin’.

What, you never
had a few too many?

I got into a fight once...

so that means
I killed my daughter?

- No, I’m not implying that.
- Yeah, but they are!

That guy from Kansas City?

He’s been all over me
and all over my family?

You know what?

(clears throat)

Do you still think
that it’s a man
that killed Ann?

’Cause there’s a little boy
who said that he saw a woman
grab Natalie.

- What, the Capisi kid?
- Yeah.

No. It was a man.
I’d put money on it.

The women around here,
they don’t kill
with their hands.

- They talk, and you’re dead.
- That’s true enough.

If I was pretty
and that Keene boy
lived on this side of town,

it’d be a whole different story.

He’s got no alibi.

- John Keene
has no motive.
- What, and I do?

That kid, he’s all quiet,
he keeps to himself like
he’s got something to hide.

You know? Maybe urges,
things he can’t control.

I seen him sometimes
out by the plant--

- (knock on door)
- What?

- Ms. Crellin’s here.
- I am so sorry, Bob.

I had no idea
she would come here
and pressure you.

- No--
- No, we’re just
in the middle of--

How dare you interrogate him?

You are not the police, Camille.

You are not to harass
good people.

Um, your mama,
she tutored Ann.

- Ann was so fond of her.
- Adora: Camille.

I think you should leave.
I’m here on a social visit.

Your presence here
is inappropriate.

- We weren’t done talkin’--
- Yes.

You are.

(recorder beeps)

(screaming)
Damn it!

(light music playing)

♪ Can you hear it? ♪

♪ Can you see? ♪

( pop music playing
through Amma’s earbuds )

Amma:
Hey, Charlie.

(music stops)

(pigs squealing)

(pigs squealing)

(flies buzzing)

(squealing)

(door opens)

(Spanish song playing)

Thank you.

I appreciate what you did,

and I apologize
for my daughter’s behavior.

Which one?

What are you
talkin’ about?

I caught Amma out after curfew
with her friends.

- (yells) Amma!
- Come on now,
there’s no need for that.

Gayla? Gayla.

- Yes, miss?
- Would you fetch Amma
for me, please?

And get the Chief
his usual.

The usual with coffee, or ice?

Vickery:
Thank you, darlin’.

How did you know
Camille was at Bob’s?

You’re not having him watched,
are you?

We got eyes on him.
He’s not the only one.

I refuse to believe
he’d kill his own child.

Who would do such a thing?

We’re investigating
all leads, Adora.

Well, I do hope
you’re getting somewhere.

- The detective--
- He’s convinced
it’s one of ours.

- But you’re not, are you?
- I’m not sure.

Might have to start
wrapping my head
around the idea.

But you’re broadening
the search. What about
the slaughterhouse?

A little obvious,
don’t you think?

Those girls.

I was a part
of their lives.

And with Marian,
it feels personal.

Hey, we’ll get there.
It’s all right.

We’ll get there,
we’ll get there.

We’re checkin’ everybody
you got workin’ for ya,

all the people
you let go.

Amma:
You wanted to see me, Mama?

Chief Vickery told me
something I find alarming.

- Come here.
- Vickery: I’ve gotta
get back to work.

I’ll have this coffee
another time.

What--
What are you wearing?

I was, uh,
just playing...

dress-ups with Kelsey
and--

You are not to be outside
this house after curfew.

- Never.
- I was safe.

That is not
for you to decide.

- Well, you let Camille do it!
- Excuse me?

You think bad things
didn’t happen to little girls
when she was my age?

I know they did.
And you let Camille--

And look what
happened to her.

You need to understand

your sister does not
see herself in a good light.

It’s caused her difficulty.

You need to be careful
with Camille.

- What difficulty?
- She’s not someone
to be admired.

No. Look at me.
Look at me.

You are not safe
around her.

Do you understands me?

Do you understand?

(doorbell rings)

Come in.

We’re in the carriage house,
in the back. Follow me.

(wind chimes ringing)

Come on in.

Camille:
So, you’ve been
staying with Ashley?

Yeah. Yeah, her parents
have been very kind.

How does your mother
feel about it?

She understands.

It’s, uh... it’s just
not comfortable for me there
right now.

Oh, I thought...
I thought school was out.

Ashley:
Oh, it is.

Sometimes I just get
to feelin’ spirited.

Oh, can I get you
one of those?

No. No.

OK, John, uh,
do you mind?

Oh, no,
we don’t mind.

(recorder beeps)

So what I would like
to be able to do
is just really...

describe Natalie
to our readers.

Ashley:
She was such a tomboy.

Always climbin’ trees,

and skinnin’ her knee.

Well, Bob Nash has been
talkin’ to me
about Ann and Natalie.

Why is Bob Nash
talking about Natalie?

It’s not just Mr. Nash.
Other people are saying
that you two had

a very, um...
close relationship.

- And what’s that
supposed to mean?
- Bob Nash is a drunk.

He doesn’t even
pretend to hide it.

Well, did you guys spend
a lot of time together?

Yeah, of course,
she was my sister.

What did Bob Nash
say about me?

I’m more interested
to know what you
have to say.

I bet he told you all about
his perfect little Ann, right?

Sometimes I think
if Natalie never met her--

That little girl...
is dead, too.

He has a lot of sorrow
in his heart for her.

Um...

did the police
speak with you?

- About what?
- Your alibi.

Where you were
the night that
Natalie went missin’.

I was out drivin’ around.

I’m not sure
that a grand jury

will appreciate the romance
of an open highway.

- I told ya.
- Ashley doesn’t
appreciate it, either.

I do.

It’s just a--

it’s a smaller town
than I’m used to.

John is just being noble.

He was with me that night.

Ashley, no.

- No, listen--
- No.

Look, I’m not gonna have
people thinkin’ my boyfriend

is a fuckin’ baby killer,
thank you very much.

John: Hey.

How long have you lived here,
John?

A little over two years.
Since I was a sophomore.

You like it here?

I miss...

I miss that in the city
you can...

you can walk outside
your front door

and there’s people
all around you.

And they don’t know
a thing about you.

You could be anyone.

Natalie never cared
what people thought.

Like this one time,
she made up her own language

with the alphabet
and everything.

She was so excited
she refused to speak English
for a week.

(chuckles)

I shoulda learned it.

I hate it here.

If we’d never come here,
Natalie’d still be alive.

No,
you don’t mean that.

If you’d never come,
we wouldn’t be together.

It’s this town.

(sniffles) It’s this town.
And someone here killed
my little sister.

(screen door opens)

I’m just gonna go get him.

- We can finish this
another time.
- One second.

Ashley: John?

( pop music playing
through earbuds )

Mama?

I suppose you spent your day
chatting it up

to anyone who would
talk to you.

"Work."

I’m sorry.

I didn’t understand
how well you knew him.

I told you I did.

How dare you question me
in my own home?

How dare you take
advantage of Bob?

Did you see him
when you left?

That man was
practically quivering.

He lost his daughter.

You have no idea
what that’s like.

- I didn’t mean to--
- You never mean to do anything.

And yet you cause
so much hurt.

Bob...

Amma...

- Amma?
- She’s a little girl, Camille.

She doesn’t-- She doesn’t
understand what you are.

(groans loudly)

Ohh. Look what you’ve done.

I didn’t crash the cart
into the rose bushes, Mama.

Nothing’s ever your fault...
is it?

Alice:
Camille?

(sniffles)

Does it get better
with your family?

Maybe when I’m older,
like you?

No.

Not really.

So what do you do?

You survive.

Thank you.

(whispers) Hey.

Let’s get out of here.

♪ ...the sun refuse to shine ♪

(both laugh)

♪ I will still be loving you ♪

♪ When mountains
crumble to the sea ♪

(knock on door)

♪ There will still be
you and me ♪

(turns music off)

Adora:
Do you think Amma’s safe

with Camille
in the house?

Why wouldn’t she be?

Coming and going
at all hours,
the drinking.

She sets a bad example.

Well, Camille’s
a grown woman.

Her choices don’t
reflect on us.

She makes me feel
as if I’ve done
something wrong.

As if I’m a bad mother.

You do everything you can

for your children.

You’re good to me, Alan.

Then perhaps I should
stay with you tonight.

Just in case.

I’m sure that
won’t be necessary.

(whispers)
Good night.

(increases music volume)

(knock on door)

Hey.

Jodes told me
you were over at her place

- talkin’ to John Keene.
- Yeah.

Did he confess?

- Do you think he did it?
- I don’t know.

- You do.
You think he did it.
- Amma.

He’s probably innocent.

I mean, he cries a lot,
but... he’s OK.

Ashley is such a bitch.
I don’t know
what he sees in her.

- She’s very pretty.
- At parties and stuff

he’s always lookin’
over his shoulder at me.

It’s me he likes.
I can tell.

He’s a little old for you,
don’t you think?

No.

I’m "almost a woman,"
remember?

All the same,
you should
give him some space.

He’s going through a lot.

Whatever.

He’s not my type.
Too pretty.

- I’m goin’ out.
Wanna come?
- No, you are not.

Amma, you’re the same age
as Natalie and Ann.

(sighs)
Would you have gone
if you were me?

Yes.

But I was stupid,
and you’re not.

But I’ll be sure
I’m safe.

Like you comin’ with me...

C’mon, we’ll party.

- You and me.
- No, I need to stay home.

When I finish my work,
I’m gonna go to sleep.

Just like you need
to stay home
and go to sleep.

- I want you to be safe.
- Whatever.

Amma...

you promise me?

Fine. I promise.

Mama says
I need to be careful
around you.

Is that true?
Are you dangerous?

Thought you were
the wild one.

I hung out in parking lots
and I talked to boys.

Wild was different
back then.

Sleep well, sister.
(kisses)

(clatter)

( rock music playing
over sound system )

- Gimme two more of those.
- Bartender: Yeah.

It’s a peace offering.

I spoke with John Keene.

He says he feels like
he has a bullseye
on his back.

What do you think?

Hmm. Little sensitive.
Cries at the drop of a hat. Unlikely.

Besides,
even if his family’s messed up,
he kills his beloved sister?

- It doesn’t make any sense.
- True.

She wasn’t molested, though.

So, uh, have you eliminated him
as a suspect,

or is he still active?

- Seriously?
- Seriously.

- Seriously.
- I’m a pariah here.

Vickery,
he thinks I’m a threat,

the folks around here,
they fuckin’ hate me.

I don’t know what I don’t know.

That’s ’cause
you’re not from here.

So enlighten me.

How do you suggest
I do that, Officer?

Show me around Wind Gap.
Give me some history.

Well, we don’t have
any toothless corpses
in our past,

- if that’s your angle.
- That’s not what I’m saying.

It could be some old crime
that leads to a hidden motive,

something’s been festering.

What do I get out of it?

Other than
my charming company?

I’ll answer three questions
for you.

Bartender: All right, boys,
let’s get out of here.

Let’s go.

You done drinkin’?

Back in high school,
this was the place.

This was party central.

It was like the Midwest
Lord of the Flies,

with bonfires
and drinkin’ and...

heavy petting.

Yeah. I can picture you
doing that.

Outdrinkin’ the boys,
leading ’em on.

So let me guess.
You were like
a preacher’s daughter?

Looks, money, and brains?

Well, looks and money
will get you pretty far
in this town.

- And brains?
- That’ll get you
out of this town.

So why’d you leave?

You’re funny. (chuckles)

- OK. Let’s dig deep here.
- OK.

Favorite color?
Favorite ice cream?

Favorite season?

- Can you handle it?
- Yeah, I can handle it.

Um, uh... black.

Coffee. And winter.

- No one likes winter.
- I like winter.

- It gets dark early.
I like that.
- Why?

Because I like the night,
all right?

(laughs)
Leave me alone.

- You leave me alone.
- No. Stop lookin’ at me.

- Stop hittin’ on me.
You’re not my type.
- OK.

- I know.
- You’re not.

( teenagers whooping
in distance )

- Camille: Shit.
- (car horn honking)

( music playing loudly
from car )

Dick.

How’s it goin’,
Dickie boy?

- Good. How you doin’?
- I’m good.

♪ Ca-mille and Dick-ie ♪

♪ Sit-tin’ in a tree ♪

Kelsey:
♪ K-I-S-S-- ♪

Jodes:
♪ F-U-C-K... ♪

All:
♪ I-N-G! ♪

- (all laugh)
- Camille: That’s cute.

Now, just stop.
All right?

I thought
you were stayin’ in?

Well, I guess you can’t trust
Adora’s girls, now, can you?

When you said you were
going to bed,

I didn’t know
it was with him.

(giggles)
Dick.

When are you...

When are you gonna
take us for a ride, huh?

- I’d have to arrest you first.
- Ooh.

Handcuffs and all?

Sexy.

- You girls know
about the curfew--
- So...

are you guys dating now,
or what?

’Cause I heard Camille’s
a real hot ticket.

Or she was.

You should hear the stories,
Dick. They’re pretty hot.

- Amma.
- Ask her about the boys.

- Amma.
- All the boys.

Amma.

All right, ladies,
we gotta get goin’.

As always, it was
a real pleasure.

Isn’t he a gentleman?

Can’t solve a crime,
but can help my sister
to his crappy-ass car.

- (Amma humming)
- Knock it off.

- Look, that’s enough. OK?
- You gonna hit me?

- Yeah, you want me to? Huh?
- (Amma laughs)

Be dangerous.
Be dangerous
like Mama said.

(laughing)

You could kill me
right here,
and you know what?

Dickie boy still
couldn’t figure it out.

Amma, go home.

- Go.
- All right, go home. OK?

- Have fun.
- (tires screech)

Have fun, Camille.

Nolan!

Nolan:
Speed racers.

Nolan:
Speed-racin’ motherfuckers!

Here, let me get that.

Shit. I got it. I got it.

All right? Just--

(laughs)

She’s fucking
some detective.

I think I’m gonna walk,
all right?

- You sure?
- Yeah.

(teens whooping)

Nolan:
Hey, pretty ladies!

Come on, don’t be so shy.

Bye, Camille!

Nolan:
I got a beer
with your name on it.

(train whistle blowing)

(no audio)

(indistinct muted yelling)

(light piano playing)

(no audible dialogue)

(piano continues)

- (screams)
- (tires squealing)

(faint shouting)

(music playing)