01x02 - Episode 2

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f*cking batshit! Ugh!

f*ck! g*dd*mn it!

Couldn't do it.

You couldn't f*cking do it, could you?

Just take your shot.

There it is. Just f*ck'…

f*ck him up the a*s! Good for you.

g*dd*mn it!

It took a long time,

but I understand now

why things went wrong.

It all leads back here.

To this place.

To the people who did

what they shouldn't have.

Hmm.

Stay classy, Zoe.

sh*t.

Hi, Jack.

Jack?

Jack?

Everything all right?

Anna!

-What?

-Unbelievable.

You still get pleasure in hurting me, huh?

-Just love it, don't you?

-Stop being dramatic.

Any chance you get,

you stab me in the back?

That's a little hyperbolic

given the nature of the crime.

"Trust me, Jack.

I give you my word, Jack."

-I never said, "Trust me."

-You didn't need to. It was implied!

Okay, look, I'm gonna be

in town for a little bit,

so let's just try and coexist, okay?

Coexist, huh? Is he here?

-Who?

-Your boyfriend?

My cameraman?

Whatever, cameraman.

Tell you what, that was

some inspiring work he was doing today.

Not sure what he was pointing at.

Sure as sh*t wasn't the news.

That funny? Is that funny?

I'm sorry, I wasn't under the impression

you'd been celibate.

Christ's sake. What was I supposed to do?

What do you want me to do?

To stand by?

Was I supposed to wait for you?

Yeah, that's exactly what the f*ck

you were supposed to do!

Okay, well, say that I had done that,

would it have made a difference?

I don't know.

Yeah.

Look, look, maybe you're right.

Maybe we should just…

Yeah, we just try to coexist, yeah?

You do your job, I do mine.

We just… go our separate ways.

-Yeah, fine.

-Fine.

Okay.

So you got any suspects yet?

Man, you just…

you can't help yourself, can you?

What? I am doing my job!

At least tell me if Duffie's a suspect.

I don't know, Anna.

-My God.

-What?

What?

You haven't even interviewed

the husband yet, have you?

I went to his house. He wasn't there.

We're gonna get to him, okay? What?

-Okay. Keep me posted, then!

-Yeah, keep you posted.

Somebody died here, in this town,

somebody that you knew.

A living, breathing

human being died, okay?

Stay out of my way,

or I'm gonna have you arrested.

-On what charge?

-Bein' an as*h*le.

Unbelievable.

-What is it?

-A bracelet.

A friendship bracelet.

-What?

-How do you know?

My sister wore one.

It's, like, a teenage-girl thing.

Hm. I was a teenage girl.

Still never wore one of those.

Would you say you had

an abundance of friends, Detective?

We'll test it for DNA. Ooh, I haven't

received samples from you two yet.

Yeah, we'll, uh, take these to go.

It'll take five seconds.

Do it and be done with it.

-Gotta get to the husband.

-Oh, you said that yesterday.

Man…

Sorry for your loss, sir.

Mr. Duffie, you got any idea

why your wife would be parked

in the woods at night?

To f*ck, I imagine.

I have diabetes

and congestive heart failure.

My ability to achieve an erection is…

more miss than hit.

Your wife's infidelity,

that… it didn't bother you?

I wouldn't go that far.

I didn't ask for heart disease.

But…

…I didn't fault Rachel.

Young woman, healthy libido.

Sir, do you have any idea who…

Who she might have been with that night?

We had an understanding.

Not in the house,

not in Dahlonega, and no names.

Men, women…

Rachel preferred sex when she didn't care

about the other person.

The more detached, the better.

She liked cars.

Loved trucks.

Cars and trucks, Mr. Duffie?

Fornicating in them.

She found it exciting, dirty.

Like she was sneakin' around

or still in high school.

That's why the woods.

Sure does sound like you didn't have

the highest opinion of your wife.

Would I be right to say that?

Are you married, Detective Harper?

Yeah. I am, sir. Yeah.

I loved my wife.

She made me happy.

Rachel had a mercenary energy,

a vivaciousness

that I found… intoxicatin'.

If it sounds to you

like I had a low opinion of her,

that's your bias, not mine.

Okay.

Did she like my money,

being wealthy?

Wouldn't you?

That's important around here.

It's important anywhere.

Okay. How'd that work, the money?

She have a joint account?

Well, Rachel was a bit of a spendthrift.

I made the money. She spent it.

Sometimes a little too aggressively.

I gave her a healthy allowance.

But…

We were a team.

As hokey as that sounds.

Pardon me.

Mr. Duffie, I hate to ask you, but…

Where were you

the night that your wife died?

Here at home, mostly.

I imagine there's somebody

that can confirm that?

Mary Ann.

Rachel leaves.

I take Mary Ann out.

We return home.

Something you're in the habit of, sir?

You walk your dog in the rain?

When you gotta go, you gotta go.

Uh-huh. Even in an electrical storm, huh?

She's a 220-pound dog.

You wanna clean up after her?

No, sir.

Sir, could you rewind

to see Rachel leaving again?

Sure.

Just there. Thank you.

She's talking to someone on the phone

when she's leaving the house.

Your wife wasn't in the habit

of location sharing with you?

Given our arrangement,

we thought it best not to.

Yeah. Well, we've asked her carrier

to put a trace on her phone,

so hopefully it's still charged and on.

Oh, it's on.

I called it all yesterday

and again this morning

to listen to her voicemail.

I miss her.

Mr. Duffie, I understand that.

I do, but you're gonna have to stop, sir.

Every time you call,

you drain the battery.

You lessen our chances of finding it.

You understand?

Yes, understood.

I hope you find the phone.

You find who she's talking to,

you'll find who she was having sex with,

and that, most likely, is your k*ller.

Well, appreciate that, Mr. Duffie,

but… probably best

to not jump to conclusions.

Woman winds up m*rder*d, missing…

Husband first, boyfriend second.

I know I didn't do it.

We'll need that video footage, sir.

We'll also need, uh,

your prints, a DNA swab,

and your dog-walking clothes.

Right here, Detective.

Those clothes?

These clothes are clean, sir.

I washed and dried 'em the night of.

-You… you wash your shoes?

-They were muddy.

Huh. You just had them out here for us?

All convenient like that, huh?

Well, I didn't know

she'd been m*rder*d, did I?

Sir, if I may ask.

Why do you think Rachel liked sex when

she didn't care about the other person?

You used the word "detached."

Told me her strongest orgasms were

when her partner was beneath her.

Literally and figuratively.

Good chance she let whoever

she was with know that,

most likely

while they were still inside her.

What makes you say that?

Rachel,

for all her qualities,

had a mean streak.

And you think

it contributed to her death?

Stabbed 40 times.

She pissed off somebody.

-How do you know that, sir?

-How do I know what?

Just said your wife was stabbed 40 times.

How did you know that?

Anna Andrews told me.

-She used to be the WSK-TV

-I know who she is.

Supposedly, she'd been talking

to half the deputies in your department.

Seems to know a lot more than you two do.

-When did Anna Andrews come?

-This morning.

She was railing on the door at 6:30 a.m.

What,

did she ask you for an interview?

She asked. I refused.

-Okay.

-But, uh…

But what, Mr. Duffie?

She's pushy, that one.

Mr. Duffie,

during this, uh, this interview,

did she ask you anything

that we didn't ask you?

If Rachel might've told anyone

who she was meeting in the woods.

Yeah.

Yeah… And your answer?

Her best friend, Helen Wang,

headmistress at St. Hilary's.

I'm telling you, Jim,

Duffie is low-hanging fruit.

Yeah, I think he's getting off

on playing the grieving widower.

I'd push a little harder.

-Waterworks?

-A puddle.

I'm thinking

a half-hour prime time special.

"Death in Dahlonega."

-Nice work, kid. Keep it up.

-Okay, Jim.

Don't worry about Anna.

She's not as tough as she used to be.

I'm here in Dahlonega at the home

of m*rder victim Rachel Hopkins,

which you see just behind me.

What you don't see is a town in mourning,

asking the question,

"Will there be justice for Rachel,

and when?"

Is that why she requested my husband

as her photographer?

For WSK-TV,

reporting to you live on the scene,

I'm Anna Andrews.

-Clearly not your first time!

-Whoo!

-They got you back in the field.

-Yeah, it feels good to be back.

-Yeah?

-Enjoyable, even.

Outfit looks great, by the way.

St. Hilary's, right?

Could be there in under ten minutes.

-Huh?

-Helen Wang? We should talk to her.

You got your phone on you?

-Yes, sir.

-See these cameras up there?

Go around the house. The entire property.

Take a picture of every single one

of those cameras.

Okay.

Um…

But why? What's the thinking there?

I don't trust that fool

further than I could kick him, that's why.

-So it's a gut feeling?

-Excuse me?

Like a hunch?

What d'you wanna do, just trust the fact

that he didn't sneak out

after Mary Ann took a dump?

Or maybe we could do our job?

See if the cameras cover

every point of entry. Could we do that?

-Absolutely. Yeah, do the job.

-Yep.

-Good morning. St. Hilary's.

-Hey. Uh…

Can I speak to Helen Wang?

She's on a call right now.

Can I take a message?

Could you please have her,

uh, call Jack Harper?

At the Lumpkin County Sheriff's Office.

You tell her it's urgent?

-Of course, Detective.

-Yeah.

-I'm dead if this

-Look, just relax, Helen.

-I'm trying, okay?

-Good.

Now, her phone will be dead

in a day or so.

-After that, you do whatever you want.

-Yeah, I'm f*cking

I am washing my hands of the both of you.

I'll call you tonight.

When I do, you make sure

you pick up that phone.

You hear me?

You better f*cking call me,

you piece of sh*t.

Damn it.

All right. Okay, sir.

Got 'em.

Got all the cameras mounted, sir,

and photos.

-Ready?

-Sorry?

-St. Hilary's, Helen Wang?

-Yeah… Um…

It's… Change of plans.

Good morning.

I see you made it on time this morning.

Whatever.

Hmm. Mm!

Now you're going.

Look at this place.

You see what you did? You earned it.

Mrs. Andrews?

Hello, Rachel.

What are you doing here?

Anna, this is

Miss Hopkins' daughter, Rachel.

Rachel, this is my daughter, Anna.

She's starting school here today.

Well, maybe you can take her

under your wing.

-Mom…

-Sure thing.

Come find us at lunch.

Bye, Mrs. Andrews.

Thank you, Rachel.

Bye.

-How do you know her?

-She cleans our house every Tuesday.

Oh! I think my mom just hired her.

I refuse to do that sh*t.

I didn't know she had a daughter.

Miss Andrews?

Miss Wang is ready for you.

I really think

we should interview Helen Wang.

One day you'll be lead detective.

Then we can interview whoever you want,

whenever you want.

I think our k*ller is the person

she had intercourse with.

Real out-of-the-box perspective.

Where did you come up

with such a bold theory?

Basically, you think

what everybody else thinks.

-No. I don't think it for the same reason.

-Enlighten me.

So she was stabbed 40 times,

yet there were no defensive wounds

on her hands, right?

So I think they had sex.

He k*lled her and knew

his DNA might be under her nails.

But not in her vag*na, no?

Why didn't he wear a condom?

Figure that one out?

-He didn't plan on k*lling her.

-Oh.

It was a surprise to both of them,

like a crime of passion.

-A cri… Right.

-You heard Duffie.

-I did.

-You know? She has a mean streak.

She said the wrong thing. He snapped.

He didn't snap. You snap,

you stab somebody two, three times, right?

You know? It's, like,

three times, three… maybe four.

But 40 times?

Forty times, no,

that's… that's premeditated.

-It's personal. An axe to grind.

-Or he's trying to throw us off the scent.

I'm just saying,

what if he knows how this works?

That 40 stabs and a weirdo message

turns his profile into a psychopath?

Maybe it's possible

the guy that f*cked her

isn't the one that k*lled her.

-Is that possible?

-It's very unlikely, sir.

It is possible, but we should talk

to Helen Wang, see if she knows anything.

-Noted.

-Just why not now? I… I don't get it.

Helen's a smart person.

If she knew something, if she suspected,

I promise you she'd reach out to me.

-So you know her?

-I do.

-How do you know her?

-She's friends with my sister Zoe.

They… they went to St. Hilary's together.

When were you gonna mention that?

Or that your wife is Anna Andrews?

When were you gonna mention that?

I don't like to talk about it very much.

We're married. We're just not…

We're not married married.

Huh.

For f*ck's sake, would you…

Why can't you just let us pass?

Go to the f*cking side!

g*dd*mn m*therf*cker!

f*ck you too, as*h*le!

Congratulations

on the top spot, Helen. Suits you.

I heard you're no longer

anchoring the news.

I never watched it,

but everything okay, I hope.

Perfect.

You look good.

A little tired, maybe, but in a good way.

You look about the same.

I always loved that haircut on you.

-You got rid of your glasses though.

-Yeah, LASIK.

Must've been so much easier

to stick your head

up Rachel's a*s without them, huh?

The night that Rachel died,

who was she meeting?

-Meeting?

-f*cking. Who?

What makes you think

she was meeting anyone?

She was parked in the woods,

off the road, in the rain at night.

-Sounds like me time.

-Not to her husband.

He was very open about

her extramarital adventures, by the way.

Shockingly so.

Whatever issues she and Clyde

did or didn't have is, frankly,

none of my business.

And it's none of yours.

It's the very definition of my business.

It's my job.

Oh, right. Yes,

as a… parasitic stirrer of sh*t.

Look, I have an anonymous source

who's named the person she was seeing.

And yet, here you are.

I need confirmation, a second source

willing to go on the record.

Okay.

Give me a name.

-Can't reveal that.

-Yeah.

-See, I don't think you have one.

-I don't think you know who she was with.

I know.

Trust me.

So you're withholding information

from the police?

It's only withholding if they ask,

but they haven't.

-Why is that?

-You tell me.

No.

Let's ask Jack.

How is your husband, by the way?

He looked a little…

What's the word? Ashen on the news.

Thought you didn't watch the news.

Tell me.

Do you think a 20-year-old secret

loses its potency

or grows more expl*sive over the years?

The latter?

Yeah, I agree.

Although it's not technically a secret

if five people know it happened.

Four. You forgot about Rachel.

Oh, I'm sorry.

My mother says

I left my manners in Atlanta.

I suppose it's better than leaving

a dead child in Dahlonega.

Yes, ma'am?

Escort Ms. Andrews out.

Please, double time.

Of course, and Detective Harper's called

repeatedly for you, ma'am.

Oh! Thank you.

You're welcome.

Anna.

I'll reach out to St. Hilary's,

see if Helen Wang's around.

In the meantime,

here's what I need you to do.

Start working on a court order

for Duffie's phone records, yeah?

Duffie? Why?

-He's hiding something, that's why.

-Seemed creepily open to me.

Get the records,

look at the time of the m*rder.

I wanna know who'd he call before,

who'd he call after, yeah?

-Okay.

-Then I want you to…

What time did we leave Duffie's house?

What, 20, 30 minutes ago?

Uh, like 45?

Find out if he called anyone

after we left.

If he did call somebody,

I wanna know who, yeah?

Okay, but why?

'Cause if he did it,

maybe he's working with somebody,

maybe he's got an accomplice.

If he does, he would've called

and told him we were there. Got it?

-Good?

-Got it.

Got it. Good. All right.

-Hey, Priya?

-Yeah?

Find out whether

he called his wife's phone

after we told him not to.

Why would he?

You told him it'd run the battery down.

What if he did?

Guy calls his dead wife's phone

after specifically instructed not to.

-What does that tell you?

-That he's trying to k*ll the battery?

Why in the world would he wanna do that?

There's something on that phone

he doesn't want us to see.

Now you're talking.

Let me know what you find, yeah?

-Det. Harper.

-No. Not now. Get the f*ck away from me.

Investigator Harper, Lumpkin County.

-Yeah, I ordered a…

-…a court order.

I ordered a, uh, a trace

of Rachel Hopkins's phone yesterday.

I'd like to go ahead and, uh…

I'd like to go ahead

and cancel that today.

Duffie, Clyde.

Yeah, Jack Harper.

Yep, Harper, yep.

My name's right on the form

that you're trying to…

Yeah, okay, thank you. Yep.

Okay, good.

f*ck' idiot.

Thank you. Yep, thank you.

Okay, Rach.

Hey.

Pathologist called.

She wants those DNA swabs back tonight.

Yeah, okay, good. Yep.

-Okay.

-All right, got it.

Want me to take 'em?

No, I, uh, got this right here,

so I'll just…

-I'll go ahead and do it. Yep.

-Okay.

-Okay.

-Cool.

-Hello, St. Hilary's.

-Det. Jack Harper for Helen Wang.

-I'm afraid she's still unavailable.

-Tell her to call me, please. It's urgent.

-Of course, Detective. I'll tell her.

-Okay. Yep, bye-bye.

-Where's Mama?

-I don't know. Out somewhere.

Out somewhere?

Left you here by yourself?

I don't answer the door.

How long's she been gone?

I don't know.

Did she… did she say

when she was coming back, baby?

All right.

What are you watching?

Tag, You're It.

Tag, You're It, huh?

What's that?

It's just… it's just

something for Mama, that's all.

Hey.

You wanna play a game? Yeah?

-You wanna play Super Detective?

-Mm-hmm.

Yeah?

Okay, well, look,

this is… this is how you play.

You see, you take this…

this little thing here, right?

Rub it all up in your mouth.

Then I can take it to the lab,

and then we can see if you've committed

any major crimes lately.

-I haven't, Uncle Jack.

-I know you haven't, baby.

It's just a game.

You wanna… you wanna try?

Yeah?

Can you open your mouth?

You ready?

All done, baby.

Oh, hey, do you think

we could just look around?

Of course. I'll be here.

-One last thing.

-Thank you.

There's a bidet in the primary,

and his and hers closets.

-A bidet…

-Oh, wow. A bidet!

It's America, baby.

We don't blast water up our asses.

-What?

-I just want you to look outside.

-Outside?

-Yeah. What do you see?

I see a kid with a blue backpack.

-Mm-hmm.

-Yeah.

-Probably going to school.

-I don't know where he's going.

Yeah, maybe to Morningside.

There's that really good

public elementary school.

Huh. Yeah, he's a lucky kid.

Yeah.

What?

Hey.

Mm?

What?

I'm…

What?

What, baby? What?

-Mm.

-What?

Was there some test you had to take

to become a detective,

or did they just let you in?

Baby, what are you talking about?

Baby.

-You're pregnant?

-Yeah.

-Like right now? It's in there?

-Yeah, like right now.

Oh! Baby!

Oh!

Hey. I love you.

I love you too.

-We can definitely get this house.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

-We can get the bidet?

-Oh, f*ck yeah.

-Okay.

-I'm gonna spray water so far up my a*s…

-Oh, no, don't. Shush, shush, shush!

Suck my a*s!

See you in the morning, Walt.

-Night, Bill.

-Night, Bobby.

Son of a b*tch.

Prick. Bullshit.

What is all of this?

You got food for an army.

I'm gonna make you

something to eat. Huh?

I told you, Mama, I'm not hungry.

I… came to see you, not eat.

You don't show up to somebody's house

with groceries unless you're hungry.

-I wanted to make sure you had food.

-Why wouldn't I have food?

-Well, I don't know, I just

-I have to eat, don't I?

-Okay.

-Scrambled or sunny-side up?

-Neither.

-Don't think I haven't noticed.

You're getting too skinny.

You lose weight,

that rear end is the first thing to go.

-Oh, please. It is here.

-Mm.

So…

How are you, Mama?

Jack told you, didn't he?

Now, it wasn't his place to do that.

I tried calling you.

Not to burden you. Just to talk.

You weren't answering your phone.

You know, I don't know

where you lived, how to reach you.

Okay. Yeah, I'm sorry, Mom. I needed…

I just needed some time.

Mm. How much time?

You took off from work,

didn't nobody know where you were.

I couldn't see you on TV,

so I knew you weren't there.

Jack couldn't find you.

I couldn't find you.

-We couldn't

-I lost my daughter.

I did too.

Well, you need to see a doctor, Mom.

Wandering around in the night.

We need to discuss it.

What's there to discuss?

It's a bad idea.

Did we decide on cheese?

No cheese, ma'am.

Hiya, Jim.

Lexy didn't meet her driver,

and she isn't answering her phone.

Uh-huh. What's that got to do with me?

I need you back in Atlanta

to anchor the evening news.

I need my cleanup hitter.

You think you can handle that, Andrews?

Anna?

Anna?

Yeah, it's for, uh, Dr. Turner.

Detective, uh, Harper,

down in Lumpkin County.

Say, Wally, you didn't, uh,

you didn't find a wedding ring, did you?

-Wedding ring?

-Yeah, it's just…

Man, I cannot seem to find my ring.

I was… I was in here earlier.

You mind if… you mind

if I just take a quick look around?

Oh, no. No, no. No one's allowed in there.

I hear you on that,

but, man, you don't know my wife.

Anna?

Anna!

-Take them with you. You'll get hungry.

-No, Mama, you keep it. You eat.

No, I don't like thinking about you

stopping somewhere, anywhere by yourself.

-All right, thank you.

-Mm.

-I'll be back soon.

-When?

Mama, it's work, so I don't know.

Okay, you promise?

It's been real nice having you here.

-I gotta go.

-Okay, all right. Bye-bye.

Take the sh*t out of your ears, dipshit.

It's not that complicated.

No, what I ordered was legs,

breasts, and biscuits.

What I got was wings,

thighs, and coleslaw.

Oh sh*t!

Meg! Get your uncle's boots,

and put them in his room. g*dd*mn it.

I'll tell you what you're gonna do.

You're gonna fry me up

what I ordered, gratis.

That's Latin for "on the house."

Yah!

I don't see it.

You know, they sanitize these rooms

nightly. You sure you had it on in here?

Say, is there a, uh, janitor or somebody

who cleans up around here?

Yeah.

Maybe you could ask him

if, uh, if maybe he found some… Oh.

It's my wife.

-I could give him a call.

-Could you do that?

-I'm gonna grab this.

-Yeah.

-Thank you. Uh-huh.

-Sure.

Hey, baby. Uh-huh.

Yep, just, uh,

just working late, you know.

Yeah.

I'm just gonna shut this.

Okay. Uh-huh.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Yep.

Hey there, Jimmy. How you doing?

Oh, f*ck.

f*ck off.

Pick it up, Helen.

Goddammit, Jack.

Hello?

-sh*t.

-Hello?

"What's the latest with C?"

"How?" "I'm breathless."

"Blackmail?"

She knows.

Helen f*cking knows.

-Lumpkin County Sheriff's Office.

-Sheriff Barnes, please.

Who's calling, please?

Helen Wang.