Fucking batshit! Ugh!
Fuck! Goddamn it!
Couldn't do it. You couldn't fucking do it, could you?
Just take your shot. There it is. Just fuckin'…
Fuck him up the ass! Good for you.
Goddamn 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.
Shit.
Hi, 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 shit 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 fuck 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 asshole.
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 fuck, 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 killer.
Well, appreciate that, Mr. Duffie,
but… probably best to not jump to conclusions.
Woman winds up murdered, 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 murdered, 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 murder 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 fucking--
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 fucking call me, you piece of shit.
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 shit.
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 killer 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 killed her and knew his DNA might be under her nails.
But not in her vagina, no? Why didn't he wear a condom?
Figure that one out?
-He didn't plan on killing 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 fucked her isn't the one that killed 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 fuck's sake, would you…
Why can't you just let us pass?
Go to the fucking side! Goddamn motherfucker!
Fuck you too, asshole!
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 ass without them, huh?
The night that Rachel died, who was she meeting?
-Meeting? -Fucking. 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 shit.
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 explosive 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 murder.
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 kill 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 fuck 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.
Fuckin' 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.
-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, fuck yeah. -Okay.
-I'm gonna spray water so far up my ass… -Oh, no, don't. Shush, shush, shush!
Suck my ass!
See you in the morning, Walt.
-Night, Bill. -Night, Bobby.
Son of a bitch.
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?
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 shit 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 shit!
Meg! Get your uncle's boots, and put them in his room. Goddamn 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, fuck.
Fuck off.
Pick it up, Helen.
Goddammit, Jack.
Hello?
-Shit. -Hello?
"What's the latest with C?" "How?" "I'm breathless."
"Blackmail?"
She knows.
Helen fucking knows.
-Lumpkin County Sheriff's Office. -Sheriff Barnes, please.
Who's calling, please?
Helen Wang.