01x09 - Chapter Nine: Dead and Buried

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So, yeah.

- That that about covers it.

- So, Karen was pushed?

- And Tyler was

- m*rder*d, yes.

- Both by A.

- And A is the train car guy?

Crazy Joe. Joseph England.

You all went to school with him.

He's the one who sent us

those creepy text messages

and you all those "gifts."

It was a classic Agatha

Christie revenge plot.

He was in love with Angela

Waters in high school,

and years later,

set about punishing the people who were,

in his mind, somehow

a party to her death.

The sins of the mothers

visited upon their daughters.

Why didn't you tell

us what was going on?

A threatened us to keep quiet.

We were afraid of what he might

do if we didn't follow his rules.

After we found Crazy Joe's body,

we placed an anonymous

call to the police.

We're assuming they found Joe.

We're also assuming they

assumed it was a su1c1de.

Why k*ll himself? After everything?

We think probably because

Imogen busted his ass

discovered his identity,

where he was living.

Also, maybe

because he accomplished

what he set out to do.

Test us. Make us suffer.

"Punish the guilty." His words.

So, now it's time for

you guys to tell us the truth,

the whole truth

about your connection to Angela Waters.

We

were bullies in high school.

Horrible, mean girl bullies.

Angela and I

were in a secret relationship,

but I denied it

and said she was obsessed with me.

I talked Angela into getting a tattoo.

Even though I knew she'd

get in trouble for it

with her holy roller mother.

I was smoking outside of school.

And when the janitor caught us,

I made Angela say that it was just her.

I wasn't a good friend to her.

Angela confided something in me,

something I should have helped her with.

Her as*ault?

But why?

Why were you all so cruel to Angela?

What was it about that girl?

It-It was a different time.

Girls were meaner in the '90s.

Angela was

- an easy target.

- It was a game.

A, a terrible game.

What about my mom?

What did she do to Angela?

Ms. Haworthe?

One Halloween,

Davie thought it would

be funny to make Angela

throw filth at someone's door.

And after Angela did it,

Davie drove away in the car,

and we all just left her there, alone.

So what happens now?

We keep talking to each other

so nothing like this ever happens again.

But otherwise, everything

stays in this room.

And after tonight, we move on.

In light of everything,

I wanna try to get clean.

For real this time.

Are you thinkin' rehab?

No. I'm gonna do it myself.

Here, at home.

I'm a nurse.

I know how to detox.

- That sounds messy, Mom.

- It is.

That's why I, I need you to go

and stay at Shawn's for a few days.

I don't want you to be alone.

I won't be.

I reached out to my sponsor.

- Grace is coming?

- She's on her way right now okay?

But you can help me with something.

What? Anything.

Can you cover my

shifts at Pinball Pizza?

For sure.

I'll go tomorrow after school.

And it's really okay

for me to crash here?

Of course. Yeah, my parents

are totally cool with it.

So long as I, "sleep on the floor."

Got it.

Is your mom gonna be okay?

Um, yeah It's just the flu.

But I can't get sick

or Coach D will k*ll me.

Might be a few days.

Stay as long as you want.

I love that you're here.

Thank you, Shawn.

Hey. I know we're both tired

but

we still need to talk about

what you told me.

-It's okay. We don't have to.

-We do, baby.

I can't make the same

mistake I made with Angela

with my own daughter.

Do you really have no idea

- who hurt you?

- I really don't.

It was

a blur.

And I'm assuming you

didn't go to the police?

Should we go there now? Together?

If he's still out there,

don't you want him caught?

More than anything, but

it's not just about me.

Imogen, she was also

- Oh no.

- We think, maybe, by the same guy.

Aw, you girls. You girls

have been through so, so much.

We'll be okay, Mom.

We just need a little more time. Okay?

Shawn?

Shawn?

Shawn!

It's 4 AM. What's happening?

Couldn't sleep.

Was gettin' some reps

in. I'm almost at 350.

I'm sorry I woke you, babe.

f*ck it.

Shawn

we need to talk

about the pills you're taking.

You mean my supplements?

I'm pretty sure they're

performance enhancers.

Half the team takes them.

- Greg, Bobby

- Shawn,

you told me you weren't taking steroids.

I'm not an addict.

You know how important

football is to my family.

Yeah, well, football season's over.

I'm also on the basketball team.

Well, now you're just coming

up with excuses to dope.

I know all about those.

What about the inhaler

that Beau gave you?

I used it once and

then I threw it out.

Know why?

"A," 'cause it's illegal.

And, "B," 'cause who knows

what that sh*t'll do to my body.

Same with those pills.

Can you stop?

Please?

I just

I ju I can't handle

juggling two addicts in my life.

Hey.

Yeah, okay

but not cold turkey.

I gotta wean myself off it.

Oh my god, oh my god.

Oh my god.

I hate lying to my mom,

but it's just until we

get the DNA results back

- from the blood drive.

- That will be a relief.

- Or, most likely, it won't.

- I know that tone.

What are you thinking, Imogen?

If Crazy Joe wanted us dead, he

- could've k*lled us in his train car.

- Don't remind me.

And when he found me

at the Waters house,

it was almost like he panicked.

Okay, we've talked about this, but

what if Crazy Joe wasn't A?

What if A k*lled Crazy Joe,

then staged it to look like a su1c1de?

To, like, throw us off the trail?

Digesting.

It could be his MO.

And and maybe A k*lled my mom

and made it look like a su1c1de.

Imogen, do you really

believe that's what happened?

I don't know anymore, Tabby.

But, if it didn't,

then that means that my mom must've felt

way guiltier about what she did

than your moms, and that

that just

doesn't reconcile with

who I know my mom to be.

I hear you.

But, at this point

how can you even find out what

really happened in the bathroom?

I'm gonna go talk to

the coroner after school.

You cannot do this, Kelly.

Father Karras is counting on you.

You can't just abandon him.

I'm not abandoning him,

Mama. I can do both.

Why are you two yelling?

Kelly volunteered to help Father Karras

with a youth group at St. Maud's.

But now, she's she's

working on a dance piece

with one of those girls who hurt Karen.

Faran didn't hurt Karen.

And you would like this

piece, Mama, it's biblical.

Can't count on the girl for anything.

Like father, like daughter.

I thought we decided you

were done with dancing, Kelly.

Not dancing.

Just "Swan Lake."

It's a shame. I was relieved.

And let's face facts, you never

were the dancer your sister was.

You know, Dad, we all miss Karen.

You're not the only one in pain.

But you are the only one

who's lashing out like

like a drunk bully.

And if there were any

justice in this world,

it would've been you who

slipped and not Karen.

f*ck you!

You're so troubled, Tom.

So tortured.

Sorry I didn't text you back.

Last night, I had this traumatizing

"Come to Jesus" with my one mom.

Then I got home and my other mom

actually asked me to set her up on

lesbian dating apps

which was somehow

even more traumatizing.

Holy sh*t.

So, are they for sure

done-done with each other?

I hope not.

But how are they supposed

to work things out when

they refuse to be in

the same room together?

Wait.

Your family loves Disney movies, right?

They don't call me

Minnie Mouse for nothin'.

Well

I think it's time we

"Parent Trap" your moms.

Oh I am

definitely down to pull a Lindsay Lohan

and force a face-to-face

between them.

Great idea.

Usually with these check-ups,

it's just you and me, Imogen.

I know, Nurse Simmons,

- but

- I wanted to be here.

You know, to be supportive

but I won't say anything else.

Well

everything seems to be on track

for the 38th week of a pregnancy.

- Not too much longer now.

- Oh.

The only thing I am

slightly concerned about

is your blood pressure.

It's a little high.

My whole life is one big anxiety att*ck.

Hypertension can lead to risk.

So, it is of paramount importance

that you stay calm, Imogen.

No outside stressors, understand?

Oh my god, Faran!

I am living for your new look.

Oh you noticed?

You're giving off some

serious fire emojis right now.

Thanks.

I'm trying something new.

For the first time in my life,

I'm giving myself permission to

let down my hair and go natural.

- New project, new look.

- Well, it is working,

and major props to you

for starting an independent study

on top of everything else

that we're dealing with.

I mean evolve or die, right?

And not to diminish

the role of a dancer, which I still am,

but choreographers shape the story.

Like with "Forbidden Fruit."

My interpretation of

the Adam and Eve story.

When we sh*t your version of "Psycho,"

honestly, that's what

inspired me to talk to Giry

- about creating a dance piece.

- Really?

Aw!

- I am obsessed with this lovefest.

- Ditto.

I heart us.

Whoa.

Is she wearing Karen's clothes?

Not this sh*t again.

Well what do you think?

I mean it's awesome.

Any notes?

Nope.

But, if you want,

I could lend you some of

my equipment for your sh**t.

Wait, like your Red Komodo camera?

Yes

but you have to be super careful.

- The lenses scratch really easily.

- Okay.

What can I do for you, Ms. Adams?

I'm here to confirm the cause

of my mother's death, Dr. Brundle.

Your mother's wounds

were self-inflicted.

Yeah, but couldn't someone

else have att*cked her

and staged her death

to look like a su1c1de?

There was no evidence

to suggest a m*rder.

Look, I just don't think

my mom would've done that.

So, please

is there any way to double check?

I could perform an autopsy.

- Fantastic.

- But

you'd need to file a petition

for exhumation.

Fine. Who with?

The County Sheriff.

What's going on, Henry?

This isn't something I wanted to text.

Okay shady.

After school, Kelly and I

were rehearsing the apple

scene from your piece,

like you asked.

- And she kissed me.

- She what?

That bitch kissing you

was definitely not a part

- of my choreographic vision.

- It wasn't a make-out, and I called

- her out as soon as it happened.

- What'd she say?

That she just got

caught up in the moment.

- Ugh.

- And it wouldn't happen again.

I appreciate your honesty

but I am going to talk

to Kelly about this.

I figured.

W

Was Kelly really the one

initiating the kiss?

Uh, yeah.

Why would I wanna kiss

Kelly when I have you?

It's just

you haven't said anything

about my new look.

Yeah, I noticed

if that's what you're asking.

And you look gorgeous.

Why didn't you say so?

To be honest, I didn't

want to risk offending you,

saying the wrong thing.

But you look incredible.

Uh, then again, you

always look incredible.

That's enough of that.

Say goodnight, Prince Charming.

Cinderella has homework.

I can't believe you "Parent Trapped" us.

Well, we're here now.

Might as well all get

to know each other.

Excellent idea, Mom.

Mm-mm.

- Thanks, Noa.

- You got it.

And refills are on the house tonight.

So, Ash, as a young

trans man in Millwood

are you ever scared?

I'm so, so embarrassed and so sorry

my moms are insane.

- All those questions were

- Were intense,

but I think her heart

was in the right place.

God, it's just all

dysfunction all the time.

Mouse, did you ever

reach out to your dad?

Yeah, we reconnected on Thanksgiving.

Well, if you ever want the

three of us to do something,

like, you know, go bowling

I'm down.

Um

that maybe could be arranged.

Hi, princess.

What the f*ck do you want?

I'm here to collect tonight's

tips like I always do.

Wait, you harass my mother at work?

- She owes me, is all.

- She doesn't owe you anything

or want anything to do with you.

Be seeing you.

Where've you been?

The last showtime was at 7:30.

Sorry, I was working on my short

with Wes. He dropped me off.

Would it k*ll you to text me the

next time you're running late?

Definitely not. I will

text you next time, sorry.

I love you, Mom.

I'm going upstairs to do my homework.

It's late.

Imogen's already in bed.

Yeah, we had to stay and do inventory.

Wes gave me a ride.

Wes gave me a ride.

Exhuming a corpse isn't like

petitioning for a traffic light.

I would need an awfully compelling

reason to take it to the judge.

My mother didn't k*ll herself.

She was m*rder*d.

Is that compelling enough?

m*rder*d how? And by whom?

And why come to me now

months after the fact?

Remember how badly

you wanted to know what happened

to Karen in those rafters?

I need to know what

happened in that bathroom.

If there is even a chance

my mother didn't choose to leave me

that would make all the

difference in the world.

All right, Imogen, I'll help you.

Really?

Thank you. Thank you.

But I will need the consent of an adult.

Davie's next of kin.

Would

my father qualify?

Hi, Kelly.

Anything you'd like to share with me?

- Henry told you?

- He did.

- It was an accident.

- Oh, come on.

It was a mistake. I'm sorry.

Okay, I don't know what

I was doing or thinking,

so just please get off my case.

Things have been really,

really intense at home, and I

Kelly your leg.

Oh god

um it's my period.

- Sorry, I have to go.

- Kelly, what is that?

It's my sewing kit.

Kelly, talk to me.

It's my dad.

I mean, he's always been bad,

but it's gotten so much worse

for my mom and I since

It's like he resents

that Karen's dead

and that I'm alive.

- I'm sure he doesn't.

- Oh, he does.

- He said as much.

- He's a lunatic, okay?

Do not listen to him.

And, hurting yourself is not the answer.

What do I do, Faran?

Sometimes I wish the same thing he does.

That I was Karen.

- Or that I was the one

- Don't say that, Kelly.

Don't even think it.

f*ck him. f*ck your dad, okay?

Just promise me you won't

hurt yourself anymore,

and that you'll talk to someone.

Why are you being so nice to me?

My sister and I were horrible to you.

You were.

Yes.

But

maybe we can break that cycle.

Yo, table for five?

Noa?

Why aren't you guys

at basketball practice?

We ended early. Why aren't

you at track practice?

Um

I'm covering my mom's shift.

I lied.

My mom doesn't have the flu.

- She-she's at home detoxing.

- Wow. Of course, she is.

You of all people should not judge.

Hey, don't compare me to your mom.

I mean, it's not like I'm

taking dr*gs recreationally.

Neither did she.

For the record, my mom started

using to help with the pain

from working long hours and

being on her feet all night.

I didn't know about your mom. I'm sorry.

If you truly mean that

throw away those pills.

I already did. You can check my bag,

you can check my locker,

you can check my room.

Yo, Noble, are we

ordering, or going, or what?

We'll go.

But I'll see you tonight.

I'm gonna go check in on my mom,

but I'll text you.

And, Shawn

thank you.

Get away from my daughter.

Mom? What are you doing here?

Get away from her, I said.

- Tabs?

- How old are you anyway? 30?

I-I'm in my 20s.

Makin' a teenage girl work late,

givin' her rides home.

I was helping Tabby with her sh*t list.

'Cause you were grooming

- her preying on her.

- Mom, please.

I made a move on her one time,

- and I apologized.

- That's it. m*therf*cker,

- I am callin' the police.

- The police?! Wait, hang on.

Mom, stop! You don't

know what you're doing.

I am protecting you

from this, this r*pist.

-Oh!

-Oh my god! Mom, come with me.

If I see you within

10 feet of my daughter,

- I will cut your f*ckin' d*ck off.

- Mom!

Mom, seriously, you need to calm down.

Do not tell me to calm down,

not after what he did to you.

Wes didn't do it.

He He wasn't the one.

Nine times out of ten,

it's someone you know.

Maybe but we think

it was someone at school.

- Probably a jock.

- A jock?

We were both at parties

with a bunch of football players.

Then, then let's tell

that to Principal Clanton.

Mom we have a plan.

We collected DNA

from a bunch of students,

from the football team's locker

room, from the blood drive,

and we're comparing it

to DNA from Imogen's baby

to see if there's a match.

- What?

- Noa's mom is helping us.

If there's a match from that group,

then we can go to the

police or whoever you want.

Look, given everything,

we thought that the more proof we have,

the more chance the people in charge

will actually do something.

I'll talk to Corey.

See if she knows

anyone in the DA's office

to help us navigate this.

You know, I'm really

glad we're doing this.

Aren't you, Mouse?

Yeah definitely.

And, Ash you're a good guy.

I'm glad my little girl's

dating someone like you.

Thank you, sir.

Your daughter is a rock star.

I can't take the credit for that.

Her moms are responsible.

And I'm hoping to make up for lost time.

Uh sorry, I should take this.

Why don't you two pick

out your bowling balls?

You're lucky you caught me,

Bryant. I was on my way out.

I'm here to talk about Kelly.

Your daughter's cutting herself.

Do you understand what

I mean when I say that?

- I do but Kelly's not doing that.

- I've seen the blood.

And she's doing it

because you're abusing her.

I have never laid a hand on my daughter.

I mean verbally emotionally.

So I'm here to do

something no one, it seems,

has ever done before,

hold you accountable.

I know all about the boy.

Or is it boys?

How you abuse your power.

Make them give you favors.

Olivar is gonna get

herself hauled back to juvie

- if she keeps spreading lies.

- Noa didn't tell me anything,

but now I can't wait

to ask her about it.

What do you want, you little bitch?

If you so much as raise

your voice to Kelly

while I get her the help she needs,

I'll blow the whistle on you.

Also, I recommend you step down

as Community Service Leader,

effective immediately.

You really shouldn't be

around young people

Sheriff.

What's so funny?

Are you going somewhere

Dad?

- Do not call me that.

- What's

going on? What happened?

I have to leave right f*cking now.

What was all that with your mom?

Just an epic misunderstanding.

My mom thought Wes had been

inappropriate with me.

Has he been? 'Cause to be

honest, I've wondered.

Wondered what, Chip?

I mean, has Wes ever

tried anything with you?

Once, but nothing happened.

And, um, where's this coming from?

- Are you jealous?

- What? No.

And anyway, aren't you into Imogen?

Only 'cause you wouldn't give me a sh*t.

Wait, are you saying

you're not into Imogen?

Because she's definitely into you,

- so if you're not

- I am, I am.

Good, 'cause I don't

want her to get hurt.

And I don't want you

to get hurt with Wes.

He's said things, okay?

- What things?

- How he wants to f*ck you, okay?

He's a creep, and I don't

trust him, so just be careful.

Hi Dad.

What brings you here, Imogen?

I need your written permission

to exhume Mom's body.

I don't believe she k*lled herself.

I think there's more to

the story, but I need proof.

I, uh

I brought the form.

You know, Imogen, when your

mom and I were first together,

she struggled on and

off with depression.

How

serious?

I mean

bad was it?

She saw therapists

took medications.

There was a push and pull with her.

Sometimes it would be like she

had gotten on the other side of it,

and then

it'd be bad again.

Around the holidays?

Yeah.

There was one New Year's Eve where

Davie took a combination

of alcohol and pills.

Maybe it was accidental,

maybe not.

Dad, did she ever open up to you?

About why she was struggling?

I think maybe somethin'

happened in high school

because she wouldn't talk about

that time in her life much either.

Mm-mm.

You know the thing I'm wrestling with

is the mom I knew wasn't that way.

She loved life

radiated love.

Yeah.

Well, that was because she changed.

She eventually completely

emerged from her depression.

What happened?

What turned her?

You did.

When she got pregnant with you,

her whole outlook on life transformed.

No more pills

no more days in bed.

She said, "No little girl

will be more loved than Imogen.

No little girl will

be more cherished."

What about you?

Why didn't you want me?

Imogen, I couldn't take care of you.

Not the way you needed.

Livin' next to a quarry's no

place for a young girl to grow up.

Davie knew that.

But even after she d*ed?

It's not what your mom wanted.

Drew it up in her will

years after you were born,

that if anything ever happened to her

you would live with Sidney Haworthe.

Davie said she'd take care

of you like you were her own.

Is that true?

Is she taking good care of you?

She is.

I'll sign whatever you need.

Not just because I should

but because I know you're right.

Your mom would never

choose to leave you.

Thank you, Dad.

And, um

- if you can think of anything else

- I'll call you.

I will.

Promise.

Nine times out of

ten, it's someone you know.

But Wes wasn't at the parties.

Tabby.

- You wanna sip?

- No, I'm good.

Come on, it's a party, Tabs.

A party that you wanted to come to.

Chip, are you sloppy drunk right now?

Definitely not.

Let me get you some water.

Tabby.

Wait, wait

I don't think of you that way.

We're friends, Chip.

- Best friends.

- Right.

Probably should've

figured that out by now.

- I'm gonna go.

- Uh, wait, Chip, I'll leave with you.

Honestly, Tabby, I just think

I'd rather be alone right now.

It happened the same night

as that f*cked-up party

at Karen's house back in March.

Mom? Everything okay?

Oh my

Guys, my mom heard from the lab.

She got the DNA results.

There's a match.

- Was it a football player?

- No.

No, the match came from the

blood on one of the cotton balls,

not the locker room.

Oh my god.

So, our process of elimination worked.

And now we know it wasn't a jock,

but some other creep at school.

These are the names of all

the boys who donated blood.

There are 66 of them,

so one of these 66

is the person who did this to me.

And maybe Tabby.

So, what happens now?

I'll take the list. My mom

said she'd talk to the D.A.,

help us figure out next steps.

Well, we have to retest those 66 boys.

Sixty-five because it

definitely wasn't Henry.

Or Shawn.

- Or Ash.

- Or Chip.

You invited me to a party, Greg.

Over the summer, in the

woods behind the school

with a bonfire.

- You were there.

- Yeah.

- Do you remember?

- Yeah, I think so.

Okay, great.

Well, can you remember if

one person, specifically, was there?

Chip My friend.

He helped us with the "Psycho" sh**t.

- Could he have been there?

- Maybe?

I do remember some nitwits crashing.

- It's possible.

- Okay.

Um, why can't you just ask him?

Stephanie you have

to buy me milk today.

What do you want, Steve?

No you know what? Don't answer that.

I don't actually give a sh*t.

- I am done play-acting with you.

- It's Rachel.

They found her.

What?

Oh, oh my god. Where?

- Where was she? I-Is she home now?

- No, Mouse

they found her body

in a landfill.

Oh, Steve, I'm so sorry.

Can I see you please?

I need someone to talk to.

Of course.

Where are you?

Sheriff Beasley, any news?

What kind of game are you playing?

I told you it would take

some time for the judge

to review your request, but you

just couldn't wait, could you?

Wait for what?

I'm at the cemetery.

Your mother's grave is

dug up. Her body's missing.

- Rachel.

- Steve.

- Rachel.

- It wasn't your fault.

I should've been looking

for my only daughter,

but no.

No, I, I was playing.

I, I was playing with, with you.

Oh, Rachel. Daddy's so sorry.

Don't, don't answer that.

I'm not.

What can I do?

Tell me so I can help.

Um

uh, m-maybe, um

maybe we should call my moms?

Here put these on.

Rachel.

Mom, what's going on?

- Your father was arrested.

- What?! Why?

Apparently, his tail light was out,

which makes zero sense

because he just replaced them.

And they're telling

me he resisted arrest.

- That doesn't sound like Dad.

- Of course not!

It sounds like some r*cist

Millwood cop abusing his power.

- I'll come with you.

- Absolutely not.

My Uber is here. You stay put.

I'll I'll get your father home.

Mouse cut out of school early

and she hasn't been

answering my calls or texts.

We had kind of a crazy night

with her dad at the bowling alley.

Mouse has been in touch with her father?

Yeah. I've met Steve

a couple of times now.

That's not Mouse's father's name.

Dee, what are you doing?

I can track Mouse's location.

Yes, Shirley, I can track our daughter.

And right now, we should

all be thankful for that.

- What the f*ck is he doing here?

- Noa.

- Noa. Noa!

- Get the f*ck out of my f*cking house!

- Stop it!

- Get the hell out of my house!

Listen to me.

Baby, listen to me. I called him.

- I needed the help.

- Help? From him?

You don't need that kind of help, Mom.

Oh! Mouse, thank god.

Mouse, honey, what are you doing here?

My motel room is

literally down the hall.

And why are you dressed that way?

Wait, I know him.

Mouse, what's going on?

Um my friend

Steve, got some

bad news today about

his daughter, Rachel.

I don't understand.

We were, um playing pretend.

Both of us.

But now

the game's over.

I'm so sorry.

- Faran!

- Kelly,

I have to talk to you and your mom.

There's something you need

to know about your dad.

Oh my god.

With

With boys from Community Service?

I-I had no idea.

He's gone off the deep end,

went after my dad, and

it's gonna get worse.

Dad, hey um what's going on?

I remembered somethin'.

I don't know what started

your mom's troubles,

but she did mention her high

school sweetheart once or twice.

- Maybe he can help.

- What-What was his name?

Some Tom somethin'. Tommy.

Tom

- Beasley?

- I'm not sure. Maybe.

Did you know, Mama?

Yes.

He's always had his demons.

Even back in high school

when he

he forced himself on that poor girl

just to prove something.

Mom?

Oh my god.

Mrs. Beasley?

What poor girl?

Her name was

Angela.