01x06 - Episode 6

[bunniefuu]

It's not just a game for you, is it?

It's not just power and control.

It matters what I think of you.

Peter: He's playing with you.

And you're buying right into it.

Maybe it's in your best
interest to make me think that.

You're gonna go to the
Rattlesnake everyday.

If that assh*le riddler approaches
you, you're gonna call me.

Or if you hear a voice

that sounds like maybe
possibly that's the guy,

you're gonna call me. Do you understand?

Were you home the night he went missing?

- Yeah.
- Was Jackie there?

We don't exactly sleep in one bed.

Peter: She lied because
she was pissed at him,

which you should have been able to read.

Annie: Didn't there use to
be an old mental hospital

called New Horizons?

Daisy: Sandy Driver.

A good cop d*ed
investigating that m*rder.

I know. He was my grandpa.

Annie: Did the same person
who k*lled Jesse k*ll Sandy?

- Riddler: No.
- Annie: But they are connected?

Riddler: Yes.

(Loud rasp of a marker)

(Waking gasp)

(Loud rasp of a marker)

- (Light clicks on)
- (Loud rasp of a marker)

(Footsteps thud lightly)

I thought you were gonna sleep on stuff.

Come in. Be my sounding board.

I know it looks crazy, but it's not.

I thought the murders were
connected somehow, for a while.

And then I...

thought I was all wrong but...

now I know it's real. The connection.

Like a serial k*ller?

No. It's not that simple.
Before Maggie OD'd,

she said that Jesse was
k*lled as retribution

for what she did to Sandy.

- Wow.
- Right?

- What did she mean?
- I have no idea.

Not that she k*lled Sandy.

She has an alibi.

But there's something.
She did something.

You know Maggie better than me.

You've hung out with her.

Talk to me.

Uh...

she wouldn't hurt her son.

I know. What else?

She's smart.

Smart how?

Book smart. Ah...

high school awards smart.

Weird.

Like Tom, he had dreams.

And then the accident
which was on purpose.

He and Maggie, both on paths till Sandy.

That's messed up.

Did your dad know all this
when he was investigating?

I don't think so.

His memo books.

Whatever he knows
about Sandy is in there.

I never wanted to look before.

Peter said I didn't wanna be
in his head for his last days.

And I didn't. I, I don't.

So don't.

But what if what he knew then,

combined with what I know now...

I can find out what happened to Sandy?

It's worth it if I can figure out

what the connection is to Jesse.

Daisy: They said it
wasn't big man-sized hands

that strangled her.

Jesus, Daisy. Don't
say things like that.

Annie: I don't want you
to think like that, okay?

Daisy: Why not? You do!

All the time.

Go to bed.

Where you going?

Good night, Annie.

(Door opens and shuts)

♪ ♪

I need my dad's memo books.

The last one.

- They're mine.
- Peter: They're not, actually.

They're the police department's.

So is evidence.

Like that shack you burnt down.

There's nothing there for you.

You don't get to decide that.

Get them from Bev,

I'll sign off.

It's not pretty at the end.

His thoughts.

(Phone rings)

♪ ♪

(Tires crunch in the dirt)

(Turns engine off)

♪ ♪

Operator: We're sorry, the
number you have reached is...

Clarence: Randy Oldring found
her while walking his dog.

Found her on a concrete slab.

She was posed.

Her fingernails ripped off.

The victim was a message in a body.

Randy was shattered.

What is the significance
of the fingernails.

(Starts engine and rumbles off)

♪ ♪

Randy: This is where I found her.

I was up early walking the dog.

And we just stumbled on her.

You noticed the fingernails?

Randy: Yeah.

I couldn't tell if they
were ripped off or ah...

her neck was...

You now, just knowing someone
could do that to her... I ah...

I didn't have kids because of that.

(Chuckles)

I broke it off with the girl I
was gonna marry because of that.

Yeah.

Your dad ah, he called
me one time. Afterwards.

You know, he just, he wanted
to see how I was doing.

I thought that was...

renewed my ah...

♪ ♪

Thanks.

(Footsteps crunch in the foliage)

Clarence: A girl disappears
from a pageant rehearsal.

A large community event.

How was she not missed?

Helen: Photos from every pageant year.

Thanks.

Mother: Bethany!

Helen: Oh God.

Come check the length.

Is Bethany playing Mary?

It'll end up like that. So why fight it?

So Sandy went missing.

Dinner break.

You liked her, Sandy?

People weren't happy when
I gave her the role of Mary.

She was here always on
time, asking questions.

I don't mean like, you know
"where am I supposed to stand?"

but you know, "what kind
of a person was Mary?"

and "did she have friends?"

"Was she always beautiful or...

"did she just become beautiful later?"

She'd show up, greasy
hair, dirty clothes,

but there was something.
I don't know, a light,

a hope that came from
being in that costume.

For a few minutes during
lunchtime she was Mary

and everybody had to love her.

To look at her I don't
think she experienced

a day of that in her life.

(Low hum of chatter)

Mother: No, no. No,
there's a stain on this.

Is that her? Mother?

Mother: No. This is filthy,
you're not wearing it.

Mrs. Spencer, you know how
I feel about grease and dirt.

Ugh.

Helen: She was never very biblical.

(Pages ruffle)

Clarence: Need to re-interview
the pageant teens.

Nobody knows anything.

Somebody's lying.

Annie: Date of last entry March rd.

March nd...

Where's March rd?

There's a page cut out.

(Pencil rasps)

March rd, call.

Why would he rip it out?

(Clicks button)

Female dispatcher: ,
what is your emergency?

Male caller:I don't know,
but I think I hit a tree...

(Forwards the tape)

Female caller: I think it's his heart.

Male caller: Oh I'd say about...

uh, how long you been throwing up, Vern?

Young woman: (hysterical)
Someone was in my room!

Female dispatcher: Okay, I'm with you.

- Are you home alone?
- Young woman: Yes!

Female dispatcher: Is the
intruder still in the house?

Young woman: I don't know!

Dispatcher: An officer
is already on the way.

What's your name?

Young woman: Lily. Lily Mansfield.

- Did you see the intruder?
- Lily: No.

- You heard him?
- Lily: No.

How did you know there was
someone in your house, Lily?

Lily: Fingernails!

He left fingernails!

(Loud rave music)

♪ ♪

Mother: This is unacceptable.
This is the brewery,

the home of Bellevue's
future, not a nightclub.

They are these migrating raves.

They pick a different
building every week.

- We're dealing with it.
- Well, thank God for that.

I've got investors coming
through in the morning.

You see that woman over there?

Can you put her in a
car and take her home.

♪ ♪

How well do you know Mrs. Edmonds?

Luke: I just know her from the parties.

She comes every Tuesday.

- Every Tuesday?
- Yeah.

Going back how long?

I don't know. Like three months, maybe.

Okay, thanks.

♪ ♪

(Footsteps scuff)

(Tapes clatter)

(VCR bangs)

Hey, you're a borderline hoarder.

Do you have a working VCR?

(Door opens)

Brady: Hey!

(Door shuts)

Hey, I said a -pack.

Agh.

Oh, do come in, please.

- Come on.
- All right.

Rules.

Don't touch my game. Ever.

And if you get too drunk to drive home

and you sneak into my bed
in the middle of the night

and you're like: "Ooh,
your couch is so lumpy",

that's consent.

You want me to sign something?

Ah... sign right there.

Fair enough.

Have you ever ripped a
page out of your memo book?

What the hell, Ryder?

Is this about Eddie?

What kind of sh*t is he getting you in?

It's not about Eddie.
Seriously, have you?

Yeah. Once.

It was my first year on the job.

And it was a DUI.

And the guy blew clean. And ah...

his, his girlfriend had black eyes

and he was f*cking lippy.

So I wrote him up as drunk.

Later on I couldn't go through with it.

So I tore the page out.

I almost got fired over that.

Why?

You got something you want to cover up?

- Does that thing work?
- f*cked if I know.

(Bottle clanks)

Policeman's voice: Did you
know Sandy Driver very well?

Ah, not really. She's pretty weird.

Policeman: Weird how?

She never had any lunch.

And her clothes came from the dump.

(Fast forwards the tape)

Policeman: When was the
last time you saw Sandy?

Ah... I don't know.

(Forwards it again)

Policeman: What is your name?
- Lily Mansfield.

Oh, what the hell, Ryder?

Policeman: Did you know Sandy Driver?

What can you tell me about
when she went missing?

I mean, I know she was there.

But I don't know when the
last time I saw her was.

Policeman: Were you and Sandy friends?

I don't really bond with people my age.

I guess I'm an old soul.

Policeman: An old soul, huh?
I'd say you like trouble.

Well, something tells
me you like trouble.

Policeman: Oh, is that right?

- Says here you're .
- Oh yeah?

What else does it say on there?

Does it tell you where I live?

What kind of fun I like to have?

(Policeman laughs)

Whoa. She's about to go full
"Indecent Exposure" any second.

And that cop is into it.

Who's the cop Ryder?

You wanna tell me what
the hell is going on?

No.

♪ ♪

If I wanted to look up an old call,

where would I find the case file?

- You have a file number?
- No. Just a date.

March rd, .

(Mutters to herself) March...

No record. It isn't here.

What does that mean?

Must have been a false alarm.

Your call was
never officially filed.

("Silent Night" plays on the piano)

♪ ♪

Mrs. Spencer?

What did you mean, when
you said that Lily Mansfield

wasn't very biblical?

I need to know. It's
not just idle curiosity.

I used to know her mom.

There was this thing.

It was a really big deal
at the time. Top secret.

Which is hard to do in this town.

What?

(whispers) Abortion.

And apparently it was an older man.

♪ ♪

(Approaching footsteps clunk)

Sit down.

This is my office,
that's what I do here.

- Can I offer you something?
- No.

Dispatcher: What's your name?

Lily: Lily. Lily Mansfield.

- Did you see the intruder?
- No.

- You heard him?
- No!

How did you know there was
someone in your house, Lily?

Fingernails! He left fingernails!

(Big inhale)

I'm smart enough to know that
you're not gonna tell me the truth

and you're gonna try and play me.

But I know you know
something about Sandy's death.

Oh, (Small chuckle) I see.

You're bored.

Your m*rder's solved.

Didn't go the way you wanted.

Didn't turn our town against each
other for your viewing pleasure.

I'm not bored. I'm engaged.

And I just want you to know....

- I know.
- There's nothing to know.

I was in the pageant.

Just like everyone else.

You still got f*cking fingernails.

(Snaps) I have a f*cking alibi!

How's your stress level?

It's fine. (Laughs)

The door is that way.

(Footsteps clunk)

(Door slams)

No, no, no, no, no. I'm not here.

I just came to get something.

It's my day off.

Dispatcher: What's your name?

Lily: Lily. Lily Mansfield.

This is it, isn't it?

Why you didn't want me
looking into anything.

Him. His memo books.

Was something going on
with him and Lily Mansfield

when she was .

Did you know about the call?

It was a nightmare, that's all.

He said fingernails were the
answer then didn't report it.

I played the call for
Mother. It wasn't a nightmare.

She got fingernails.

He had to have known it had
something to do with the m*rder.

He covered it up.

What Annie? What did
he cover up? Tell me.

He didn't process the scene.

Mother's house. There's no file.

He made it disappear.

I watched his witness
interview with her.

It was weird.

Did you check to see where Mother
was the night that Sandy was k*lled?

Yeah. She has an alibi.

But she's still involved.

Why, because some nut job left
some fingernails on her bed?

You got fingernails too.

So I guess you're involved, right?

My garage got burnt down, I guess,

I, I, I did it too then, eh?

And I know who else is likely
involved, is Virgin Mary.

That's right, yeah. She's the ring
leader for the whole magical m*rder!

Why are you on this anyway, Annie?

Because I think it's gonna help
me figure out who k*lled Jesse.

- Was he sleeping with her?
- Annie, just don't.

The call was March rd.

He declared the case
inactive March th.

He found something that made him stop

looking for the k*ller.

And then he went crazy,

spent all his time at his fishing cabin

and that was it.

What happened between
declaring the case inactive

and his death?

I don't know.

I haven't been to that
cabin since he d*ed.

Don't go there, Annie.

I... need to make sense of all this.

Peter: I think whatever happened there

is never gonna make any sense.

I wish you'd just let it go.

Annie: Yeah. Well... I can't.

He's my dad.

Something about this whole mess
sent him up there with his g*n.

And he never came back.

♪ ♪

(Phone rings)

- Yeah.
- Sid: I heard it.

- The voice?
- At the Rattlesnake.

I turned around, there's a few guys.

I don't know which one
but it was the same voice.

They were talking about
um... some mess they were in.

- Are they still there?
- Yeah.

All right. You wanna make some
money, keep your eyes on them.

If anyone leaves, you follow them.

Hey, Brady. Get a van and
meet me at the Rattlesnake.

Why?

Because it's a beautiful
day for a f*cking drive.

Let's go.

Virginia: Hi.

A few Tuesdays ago, there was a party

at the old furniture
warehouse down the street.

You probably heard it.

Ravers come here for water and things.

Do you remember seeing her that night?

(Books shuffle)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(Young Annie giggles)

Clarence: You gotta stop growing there.

You're gonna be bigger than me.

♪ ♪

Daisy: Hey.

What are you doing here?

Your mom hates church stuff.

I don't do everything
my mom wants me to do.

So wait. Are you like
rebelling right now

- by joining the Christmas pageant?
- (Sighs)

- Hmm...
- I hate this stupid pageant.

I have to do it.

You know who would have
liked to have been Mary?

Jesse. He would have loved it.

She.

And just because she wore one dress

doesn't mean she wanted to wear
all the dresses in the world.

(Small laugh)

Jesse kissed me once.

As a she.

(Humming)

- Hey. Do you have a minute?
- Sure.

Can you do a debit card run for me?

Boring.

I thought it was gonna be something fun.

What's boring about that?

- (Footsteps shuffle)
- Hmm.

Peter: Number four to the mic.

I've been preparing
for this mess all day.

That's the last one.

He musta slipped past me.

- Are you f*cking with me?
- No.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

'Cause if you ever waste my
f*cking time again like this,

you're gonna go down, you hear me?!

What's this about?

No idea.

Bringing in random guys
from the Rattlesnake.

What's the first sign of Alzheimer's?

♪ ♪

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_

♪ ♪

(Footsteps thud)

The old mental hospital, New Horizons.

Can I get a patient list for that place.

Horizons has been shut
down for more than a decade.

I can put in a request, but
it'll take its sweet time.

sh*t. How long?

Don't hold your breath.

Lily: Someone was in my room!

Dispatcher: Okay. I'm with you.

- Are you home alone?
- Yes!

Is the intruder still in the house?

Lily: I-I don't know!

Dispatcher: An officer
is already on the way.

- What's your name?
- Lily. Lily Mansfield.

Did you see the intruder?

- Lilly: No!
- (Door slams)

- You heard him?
- No.

How did you know there was
someone in your house, Lily?

Fingernails! He left fingernails!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(Door opens and shuts)

Peter: I've been prepping
for this mess all day.

What does that mean to you?

You had the book.

What?

You ripped the page out.

Earlier you said that Lily
had fingernails on her bed,

but I never told you that.

It isn't in the recording.

And if it were all just
a hysterical nightmare

there would be no fingernails.
But there were, weren't there?

Did you take the call?

Was it you interviewing Lily?

Did you destroy evidence
in a teenage girl's m*rder

'cause you wanted to f*ck someone?

Is that why you're so
desperate to find this guy?

Not for me! For you!

'Cause he knows your dirty secret?

I can't deal with this right now, Annie.

My dad k*lled himself 'cause
he couldn't solve this case.

Is that because of you?

No!

Then what?

Young Peter: So I'll need to take
this pillow case to evidence as well.

I'll need to check
for fingerprints and...

bring the forensics team to
go through the whole house.

No, please don't. My parents are crazy.

They've been threatening to
send me to boarding school

and if they find out about
this, they definitely will.

Please.

I mean, I'm sure they're not real.

Are they?

Wait.

Wait!

(Toilet flushes)

What did you do?!

What did you just
do?! That was evidence!

I know you like me.

During the interview,

I could tell.

Annie: Is that why you went
there that night... to see her?

No. Your dad got the call
but he just went home, okay?

He just left.

Your mom was having
a fit about something.

And then I, I, I went.

If he would have taken the call,

none of this would have happened.

But I did everything I could, Annie.

I, I, I staked out Lily's house.

I put the pillow case
through forensics, everything.

She had an alibi.

I looked everywhere for this guy.

- I'm still looking.
- Is that why you burnt the shack?

She told you to, didn't she?

She did not know about that
shack till you found it.

And you told me. There's no
need of bringing the past back.

You're such a liar.

You knew he gave me fingernails.

You knew I needed that information.

This is my life... this person...

and you knew sh*t.

And you sit here today and let me think

that my dad had an affair
with a teenager and it was you!

He's dead! He's dead!

- I'm alive!
- What does that mean?

It means that I made a judgment call

because I thought you needed somebody.

What? A dad?

A surrogate f*cking dad?

So you just put all your f*ck ups on him

'cause what the hell? He's dead already.

- Why not?
- Annie!

Annie get back here!

(Door slams hard)

(Crickets chirping)

♪ ♪

(Footsteps crunch)

Briana: (Laughs)

No, that's not how
you're supposed to do it.

Eddie: Yeah. That's how you do it.

You just go straight in.

Daisy: You're gonna burn it.

Flamed grilled just like a whopper.

Briana: She knows, it's
like the slow roast.

You gotta go for the slow roast.

That's what I always say.

- Eddie: You like 'em like this.
- Daisy: No.

You call yourself a parent?

I can't believe Daisy made it
to without anyone showing her

how to properly roast a marshmallow.

Yeah. I guess we dropped
the ball on that one.

It was a joke, Annie.

Yeah. I know. I'm joking too.

See, I'm smiling. It's a joke.

Work okay today?

Can I have a beer?

- We got more of those?
- Oh yeah, yeah. There's lots.

Hey, baby.

Let me try.

(Flames crackle)

Mom, they're burning!

They both... sh*t.

(Blows)

Just gimme another
one. Gimme another one.

Here you go.

Can I speak to you for a second?

Take it, baby.

What's going on, Annie?

What?

Your face. You've been crying?

Yeah. I had a shitty day.

Peter lied to me.

He's been lying my whole life.

Do you really think you
should be here right now?

No. I don't think I
should be here right now.

I wanna go home.

I wanna go home with our kid.

I need you to stop.

Whatever it is that you're doing.

Please? Just...

stop. Can we just stop?

Why?

'Cause you turn up at this
fun, family f*cking barbeque...

- like this?
- (Exhales)

I know, oh f*ck, if she has one drink,

if she has one f*cking drink,

the f*cking sh*t is gonna explode.

And I used to like that.

I was the guy who took
pity on those boring couples

who wore cardigans
and had supper at home

and had date night and
never had what we had.

That epic f*cking cut
yourself and bleed love,

tormented relationship.

But I get it now.

What?

You don't have to feel
pain to be with someone.

You don't have to drive someone
to the edge of f*cking sanity

just to test them to
see if they love you.

It can be calm and simple.

f*ck, Annie, I need calm.

I'm done with the crazy.

Well...

you enjoy yourself.

And if you get a tip about
a crocheting seminar...

at the lion's club, you...

you let me know. I'm
sure she's in the loop.

(Water runs, toilet flushes)

How's it going, Annie?

You know what? Just don't, okay?

It's fine.

What you don't understand
is that he's pissed with me.

I don't know why I don't remember.

He's finding a temporary situation.

Some desperate girl who'll
fall all over herself

to be with him.

It's actually kind of
like foreplay for us.

(Door opens)

(Horrified exhale)

♪ ♪

(Door opens and slams)

- Peter, what are you...
- Talk to me about the fingernails guy.

No more games, Lily.

- What do you know?
- What? I...

- I don't...
- You're lying.

You're lying to my f*cking face.

And you've been lying to me for years.

What do you know about
the fingernails guy.

- Tell me now.
- Peter.

Just come in.

Sit down. Let's talk.

Did you hear what I just said?

I said, tell me what I don't know.

Tell me what I don't know.
I want to know right now!

- I don't know.
- Tell me what it is!

- I need to know!
- I don't know who he is!

Tell me what you f*cking know!

I don't know who he is!

- I promise.
- Jesus Lily!

I let down the first guy
who ever supported me,

who ever cared about me.

He said that I was a good
cop and he believed in me.

And then what did he do,
he f*cking sh*t himself!

And a little girl got
ruined because of this.

No, that wasn't because of you.

Of course it was because
of me! How can you say that?

How do you know that...

he wouldn't have been able
to figure everything out

if he had, had all the information.

- That girl could...
- You can't think like that.

I can. Of course I can.

How can you compartmentalize
like this, huh?

You're f*cking crazy.

I can't do this anymore.

No! No! No.

The only time I feel alive is with you.

Oh God.

The only time I'm real is with you.

And I know it's the same with you.

And if you don't think it's
because of that first night.

That first time. That...

"water tastes better because your
f*cking life is in danger" moment...

you're fooling yourself.

(Grunts)

(Heavy breathing)

(Heavy breathing)

- (Moans)
- (Objects clatter)

(Heavy breathing, grunting)

(Footsteps crunch)

- Hey.
- Hey.

You wanna go somewhere?

Where?

Anywhere. Not here.

Agh.

What did he say to you?

- Nothing. Just...
- What did he say to you?

Just let it go. Let it go. I just...

Let's just go somewhere
and get really drunk.

I just, I just can't be alone right now.

Oh. That's nice.

Real classy.

Hey.

Hey. You want to talk about classy.

I know your plan. Use my sister.

Spend her money and toss her aside.

Same thing has been
happening all her life,

'cause she won't stop
betting on f*cking losers.

Annie: Hey!

- (Grunts)
- Hey!

- (Fighting grunts)
- Hey!

(Fighting grunts)

What's wrong with you?

I'm gonna take Daisy home.

No. I'll go with my dad.

♪ ♪

(Door shuts, exhales)

(Hitting thuds)

- Briana: Are you okay?
- Eddie: Yeah.

Come here, come here, come here.

- Grab the car?
- Okay.

My God.

(Footsteps crunch)

♪ ♪

(Loud rave music plays)

It's not me.

The video's time-stamped.

It was taken the night Jesse d*ed.

That means you weren't at home.

That means you can't alibi Tom.

It's my...

it's my only release.

(Calming breaths)

(Belt buckle jingles)

♪ ♪

Now we have a secret.

It's not why I come here.

I don't come here to
feel the adrenaline,

the f*cked up adrenaline of that night.

I come here because I deserve
to feel this f*cking low.

♪ ♪

(Door opens and slams shut)

(Floorboard creaks)

(Alcohol sloshes)

♪ ♪

(Slow Country tune plays)

♪ ♪

Clarence: Annie,

you still awake?

I'm gonna be gone for a bit.

I just gotta take a
little trip to my cabin.

You know, it's where I go to think.

One day you'll see.

You'll look at yourself and
your place in the world and...

and you'll see you need to get away.

You need to go and think
about where you belong.

And if you do good for the
world or if you do bad.

If you're a force of
light or if you are dark,

- worthless.
- (Angry scream) f*ck you!

(Kicking grunts)

(Crying) f*ck you!

f*ck you!

(Crying) f*cking selfish!

(Kicking thuds)

Ahhhh!

(Door opens)

(Footsteps crunch in the foliage)

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(Sighs)

(Alcohol sloshes)

♪ ♪

(Shivers)

♪ ♪

(Crying)

(Guttural scream)

(Crying)

(Screams)

(Fighting grunts)

Dad?

(Steps crunch in the snow)

Who are you?!

Who are you?!

Wait! Wait!

Who are you?!

Come back!

(Emotional breaths)

(Footsteps thud)

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♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Announcer: Next Monday,
a shocking discovery...

We're gonna have a problem here?

Not if you keep it clean.

Announcer: ... breaks the case wide open

and leaves Annie fighting for her life.