People might recognize my face.
They may even know my name.
But they'll never know who I am.
She can't even bother to call?
She has professionals do her hair and makeup…
The investigation into the murder of Rachel Hopkins continues.
Authorities are looking into a possible connection
with St. Hilary's Girls School,
the elite local institution that Hopkins once attended.
We all hide behind the version of ourselves we present to the world.
Hopkins's close friend and current St. Hilary's headmistress,
Helen Wang, has so far refused to comment.
But people don't change.
Not really.
Not inside.
Oh my God. That sucks.
-You're so funny. -Know what I hate?
-Freshmen? -Helen!
No. What I hate
is insecure people.
Ew.
It's weird.
'Cause her sister's cool.
Maybe she just eats her feelings.
Girl's got a lot of feelings.
She's probably just lonely.
Maybe we should invite her over?
Bring her to our table. I'm gonna go get another Coke.
I think she's up to something.
Catherine.
Come sit with us.
I don't know…
I don't really think they want me over there.
They can be nice sometimes.
Hey, Catherine.
-Whatcha reading? -Mary Shelley's Frankenstein.
Oh. Nice.
Catherine Kelly!
How are you?
Oh my God. I love your hair.
What's your secret?
-I don't really have one. -No, it's way prettier…
I'm so sorry. Here, have mine.
-Oh, that's all right. -No, I insist.
-Really, I don… I don't need another one. -Drink up.
-Tastes like something's in it. -There is.
Piss.
What?
She just drank my piss!
-Oh my God! -Ew!
-I didn't know. -Oh no!
-Rachel, you're the worst! -Skank!
-No! -Bye!
Oh my God!
-You're unbelievable. -No!
It's not like Lexy works on a road crew,
diggin' ditches or hangin' drywall!
She literally sits on her ass for a living.
Fabulous, ladies. Let's cut her loose.
Uh, you cannot rush perfection.
Horse shit. We gotta go.
-We're walking. -Teeth.
-Good. -Thank you very much.
Thank you, ladies.
Okay, you got the GBI press conference
about the charges they weren't consulted on
that were brought by the DA's office.
They got that police reform nonsense. Blah, blah, blah.
We are leading with Dahlonega, correct?
Correct. Lead with it, then put it to bed.
To bed? What do you mean? I'm just getting started.
There's only so much to be milked from a dead white woman,
no matter how many times she's been stabbed.
Okay, look at me.
Deep breath.
We don't need a home run. Stand-up double will be just fine.
So I thought I'd take a beat at the moment.
Uh, start to let Atlanta know I needed to take some personal time,
but I'm back and grateful for the support, because I am.
I love it. It's great.
Maybe swallow hard right after, like you've got a lump in your throat.
We'll see what the viewer response is and…
-And what? -Who knows?
The return of the queen.
Jesus Christ.
Blackmail. But why?
Beg. Beg me, Clyde.
Take that, bitch.
Yeah, you pig…
Rachel, grab his balls.
You like that, Clyde?
-Slap him, Helen! -You like that?
Gotcha!
Fuck! Goddammit!
You said Mommy's F word.
I know, baby. I'm sorry.
I'm, uh… I'm sorry.
Whose phone is that?
What? It…
It's my phone.
It's pink.
Yeah, I know, but, uh, boys can have pink phones.
It's possible.
What you looking at?
What, on the phone?
Just…
just… just looking at some work stuff.
Mommy says it's time for dinner.
Does she? Okay. Will you tell Mommy I'll be right down?
-Yes. -Okay.
-Who took the last drumstick? -Well, they shorted us.
But I really like those drumsticks.
So do I. Did you pay for it?
No.
You know who else didn't pay for it? Mama.
There you go, baby.
Meg, go watch TV.
But I wanna see Uncle Jack.
In the living room. Now.
-But-- -Just do as I say.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Go easy.
-No, she's fine. Turn on Love Island. -Turn on Sesame Street, baby.
Well, that ain't even on anymore, Einstein.
-Hell is up your ass? -What the fuck is going on?
Okay, look, you have no idea what I have to deal with in a given day.
-Can you sit down and eat your chicken? -Know what? I do not doubt it.
-Turn the damn TV on. -Would you go easy?
What's on your mind, huh? What are you going through?
Rachel was my friend.
Oh yeah? That right? When was the last time you saw her?
What, 20 years ago? Cry me a fuckin' river.
-Last week at the Shell station. -Did you?
She went out of her way to say hi. Why do you suppose?
I don't know. Y'all are so close. You tell me.
-Something you wanna say to me? -No.
Were you fuckin' her?
Oh my God. You were fuckin' her.
Hey. Hey, listen.
What I do in my life is my business, okay?
My personal life is my business. You understand?
Were you with her the night she died?
-I told you I was working late. -Were you?
-I was working late. That's what. -At what?
-You're a Lumpkin County "detective." -Stop. That's great.
When I said you could move in after your batshit wife bugged out,
I meant for a couple weeks, not a fuckin' year.
Am I a fuckin' burden to you?
-Is it the bills I pay? -Okay.
The groceries I buy? Taking Meg everywhere she needs to go?
What is so fuckin'… I'm trying to wrap my head around.
-Meg, why don't you go upstairs? -No!
-Go to my room. -Go to your room. You listen to me.
-I am your mother! -You super mom, ain't you?
-Goddamn it. -Leaving Meg alone all day.
Tell you what I could do. I could leave.
You can go back to selling Mom and Dad's shit on eBay.
Wanna do that? You know what? Fuck, you got child support, right?
Oh no. That's gonna be hard. You ain't got a clue who the daddy is.
-Did you kill Rachel? -Don't you dare come at me with that shit.
Did you do it, Jack?
I'm a detective. I'm your brother.
You really think I could do something like that?
Do you really think it?
Why'd you swab Meg?
Playing detective? Really, Jack?
-Stop. -What?
Think I wouldn't notice my sad sack of a brother starts staying out late
three nights a week with a bounce in his step.
Then Rachel gets butchered.
You turn pissy and angry again and come in reeking of perfume.
Not the Walgreens kind, the expensive shit that sticks.
The same kind Rachel fuckin' Hopkins
nearly smothered me with at the Shell station.
-Okay! -So let's play detective, Jack.
Were you with her or not?
-Yeah. -Yeah, and?
I… I had sex with her. Is that what you--
-Where? -In my truck.
-Where in Dahlonega, you fuckin' idiot. -I just… I…
In the forest, Zoe. I had sex. I had sex with her in the forest. I did.
And I fucking left. I did it, and I left.
-I don't know what happened. -You tell your cop buddies?
-Course I didn't. -Why not?
They'd look the way you're looking at me. Zoe, I mean, what… what… what …
I didn't hurt Rachel.
-You look me in my eyes and tell me that. -Zoe! Zoe.
Come on, I…
I did not… hurt her.
I didn't.
-Hi. -Hi.
Uh, two DNA samples for processing in the Rachel Hopkins case.
Okay. Bring 'em on in.
-It's fascinating what you all do. -Yeah. Okay…
I collected the genetic material, by the way, for both samples.
One from Clyde Duffie, and the other is mine.
Did he ever find it?
Sorry?
Your partner.
His wedding band.
He asked when he dropped off his samples. Thought he might've lost it here.
Uh, no.
I don't think he did.
That's too bad. I'll get these processed.
Atlanta is gonna go apeshit when they see you back in the chair
'cause you're a baller. You're the best.
-Okay, guys, we're starting shortly. -Okay.
Right where you belong.
-I'm here. -Lexy's back!
So sorry, everyone.
My sister-in-law's nanny canceled last minute.
I agreed to step in, but I forgot my phone.
I… It doesn't matter now.
I'm… I'm so sorry. I am here now. Anna.
I am so sorry. I hope they didn't bring you in just for this.
Jim, how could you?
-Thirty seconds. -Wait, so are we a go for Lexy?
Let's swap them out ASAP.
Sorry, Anna. I hate to do this to you.
Safe travels, sweetie.
All right, show's over, people.
-That's messed up. -Okay, people, let's go!
Please leave a message after the tone.
Hey, Mr. Duffie. It's Detective Jack Harper.
I need you to call me back as soon as you get this message.
It's very important we talk. Okay? Thank you.
What you got, Boston?
I was thinking it might be a good idea to head up to Sky Country.
Talk to Helen Wang and see if she knows anything.
Nah, don't worry about that. Anything else?
You were right about Duffie.
He made two calls before we even left his driveway.
-First, to his deceased wife. -And the second?
To Helen Wang.
Quite the coincidence, right?
Are you… Uh, sir? What's, uh… Where are you?
Why would Duffie be callin' Helen Wang?
I know. Maybe a courtesy call to tell her we were on our way to interview her?
What, to… to… warn her?
Warn her about what?
Duffie's calling his dead wife's phone after we asked him not to, right?
He keeps calling. He's trying to run that battery down.
Must be something on that phone he doesn't want us to see.
What does that have to do with Helen?
There's something on it Helen doesn't want us to see.
Now you're talking. What else?
Well, he owns a chain of pizza parlors.
Maybe whatever's on Rachel's phone is embarrassing for a guy
who owns pizza parlors, but not career ending.
Not the same for a headmistress of an elite private school for girls.
See that, Boston? That's why they pay you the big bucks.
Okay. Look, we're gonna focus on Duffie.
All right, full-court press.
He's our main suspect. We got Helen as an accessory.
-Got it? -To murder?
Any reason why not?
Just 'cause she's the boss lady of Hogwarts?
She doesn't wear a men's Timberland boot.
The boot print.
-Fuck. -The boot print came in today.
It's clear as day.
Men's Timberland, size ten.
Okay.
You… you… you sure?
100%. I'm looking at the cast as we speak.
Well…
Look, Priya, I'm not sure it means anything.
All those people tromping around that goddamn crime scene.
There were only five people on the scene then.
Three men, two women.
I contacted all of them.
No one owns that type of boot or wears a size ten.
No one, huh?
Well, Priya, you have no idea what you have.
So don't say that. Focus on Duffie. Any idea what size shoe he wears?
Elevens.
Well, I want you outside his house now.
Do not let him out of your sight, understand?
Seems like a waste of resources when I could just--
If he leaves, I wanna know where he's going and why, you got it?
Understood.
Oh, while I have you here.
Why were you looking for your wedding ring at the morgue when you don't wear one?
Because sometimes I do wear one, okay?
You weren't wearing one that day or any day we've worked together.
You know what, Priya?
Sometimes I have it in my pocket. I like to… I like to feel it.
I still don't know where that fucking ring is, okay?
Got any more questions, or can I do my fucking job?
Fuck! Goddamn stupid, fuck!
Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Nothing to be afraid of.
-Ma'am, do you live here? -I work here.
Who's gonna answer the door with a killer on the loose?
Nope, fair enough.
But, ma'am, I'm law enforcement. I'm just… I'm here to see Helen Wang.
She's at the school.
Always there late on Fridays.
Ugh!
Shit.
Ugh!
God…
Ugh. Gross.
Shazam.
-$38.75. -Okay.
-Cash or credit? -Credit.
-Thank you. -Take care.
-Hey, Davey. -Hey, man.
Go ahead and get me a couple extra of those, uh, plastic bags.
Sure, no doubt.
Looks like I found what Duffie's been hiding.
-Great, but where is he now? -I had to ditch him about 20 minutes ago.
Perhaps it brings back painful memories, so to speak.
It could also be an attempt to dispose of evidence.
He could also be lying about tracking her.
Yeah, great job. Hey, uh…
-Boston? I'm having trouble hearing you. -Oh.
Lemme call back when I get better service.
Sir? Hello?
Is that how Anna likes it?
Your big mouth! Your big fuckin' mouth!
Ah! God!
-Stop where you are! -Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey!
I'm with the Sheriff's Department! You put that gun down!
-I don't see no badge. -Look, I'm not wearing my badge.
I'm Investigator Harper with the Sheriff's Department.
You put that gun down now!
Jack? Jack Harper?
Coach Willie? What the hell are you doing out here?
Well, this is where I am!
-Goddamn. -This is what I do!
Well, shit. It's… Man, it's good to see you, Coach.
Hey. Good seeing you, man.
You're here 'cause of that gal they found out in the woods.
That's right.
Just awful.
But I know you'll catch the monster that did it.
I appreciate that, Coach.
I appreciate I never let you blow my head off with a damn shotgun.
What're you doing with that gun, man?
Little kids start knocking over headstones.
Then… then I gotta straighten them up in the mornin'.
About how often does that happen? Kids come here acting all fools.
Well, two or three times a month,
but not so much since we, uh, put up some cameras.
You got cameras here, Coach?
Yeah, come on in.
My boy set this up for me.
Motion sensors turn the cameras on and off
so as not to chew up space on that, uh, whatchamacallit, uh, black box.
The hard drive?
Yeah, something like that.
There you go.
Yeah. When'd you say?
Uh, September 2nd in the evening.
September 2nd…
Cameras just always on, or they need to be triggered?
Rain sets off the sensors sometimes.
So does lightning.
-Any way to speed through a bit? -Sure.
Certainly don't look like there's anyone there.
Hey, what's that?
Can you make that one bigger?
Look at that. What is that?
What is it?
What the hell is he doin' out there?
Son, I… I guess you know where this is.
Yeah, I do.
You're listening to Radio Georgia. Soft Country 85.3.
Good evening, folks.
Next up, we got a sentimental classic for a rainy night.
Go to sleep, little baby
'Fore that boogerman gets you…
'Fore that boogerman gets you
Go to sleep, go to sleep…
Go to sleep, little baby
Want some? You don't? Aw.
You and me
And the devil makes three
No devil, only me
There…
Sh…
-Hey, love? -Yeah?
Maybe we stay in tonight. I don't… I don't feel good leaving her like this.
Baby, she's fine. She's just a little fussy.
She's all right.
Hey, it's okay. Sh. Sh.
Go to sleep, little baby
Everyone's gone In the cotton and the corn
Hey, it's me. It's Richard.
Yeah?
Heard what happened. You heading all the way down to Atlanta for nothing.
Yeah, I'm fine though.
It's fine.
Well, I just thought after a day like today…
…you might want someone to talk to.
Is that for me?
No, it's for us. Unless you don't drink.
Well, you've opened it already, so…
Hey, for whatever it's worth, I think she just, um… spaced out.
Forgot to call it in.
Are you apologizing for your wife?
I might be.
There's no need.
She forgot her phone.
Apparently, she was babysitting for her sister-in-law.
-Trust me, I have been there, so… -Sister-in-law?
She doesn't have one.
Oh, okay. Well, maybe she said "sister."
No.
She had a sister, but she died, like, 20 years ago.
I used to think that when bad things happen
that it was just random chaos,
that there was no order, and then…
…it would make a whole lot more sense that bad things happen.
Because you bring them on yourself, somehow.
And when bad things happen…
it means you're allowed to do bad things.
Maybe that's the order.
I don't know.
Sounds like you're blaming yourself for something that wasn't your fault.
You don't know me that well, do you?
Jack, it happened again, buddy.
-I'll drop you a pin. -Yeah, I'll be right there.
How is she?
Better now, but she was real out of it when we pulled up.
Was she naked?
Wearing a watch, so that's an improvement.
Just walking down the center line, no memory of leaving her house,
what happened to her clothes, how she got there, nothin'.
EMTs said she's okay, but tonight coulda got real ugly, partner.
If there was hypothermia or a trucker with an Adderall addiction,
I might've been making a different type of phone call.
You want us to run her home? Marnie uses Comfort Keepers for her mom--
Randy, I… I… appreciate it. Thank you, Randy.
-I'm trying to-- -I appreciate the help.
-You got it, Detective. -Hey. Miss Alice?
Want me to take you home?
Miss Alice, everybody needs some help sometimes. No shame in that.
Only reason you're sittin' here is 'cause you got lucky.
Did I?
I'm not so sure being hit by a car is a bad way to go.
-Don't say that. -Mm-hmm.
Don't say that.
-That's just-- -It beats dying day by day.
Alone.
Not knowing how to get home.
Not knowing who my family is.
Who I am.
Mm.
Jackie, don't you ever let nobody tell you that time heals all wounds.
Sometimes it just makes it worse.
What the hell is going on with you and Anna?
-Hmm? -What?
Do you still love her?
Miss Alice, I love your daughter.
I love her.
But it's over.
No, just… There's just nothing I can do about it.
There's nothing you can do about it. Oh God.
Do somethin', Jackie.
Grab the bull by the horns and do somethin'.
Y'all not divorced yet. I… I… I didn't miss that, did I?
-No, you did not. -Okay.
Send her a message.
Tell her you need to talk.
Then convince her you not gon' quit, that you're gon' fight.
And then do it.
Work, Jackie.
Harder.
Martha Stewart was cleared of insider trading
but found guilty of obstruction and lying to federal prosecutors.
On the entertainment front,
Bennifer breaks up
as Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck are finally calling it quits.
Well, some people just aren't meant to be together. Scandal at the Super Bowl.
Janet Jackson suffers a wardrobe malfunction,
seen by 89 million viewers.
-Careful who you dance with. -I who have nothing
And I
I who have no one
Adore you
And want you so
I'm just a no one
With nothing
To give you
But, oh
I love you…
He…
He buys you diamonds
Mm-mm, bright…
I love you Meg-Meg.
Sleep good.
But believe me, dear
Believe me when I say
He can give you the world
He'll never love you
The way
I love you
Ooh
Yeah?
Oh my God. Finally.
Where have you been? I've been calling all morning.
-Why? -We've got a second body.
Sir?
-Harper, where the fuck are you? -On my way, sir.
-I don't want you-- -We're doing everything Atlanta would do.
Atlanta? Hell, if I wanted to murder somebody and get away with it,
Atlanta's the first place I'd go.
We're doing everything the FB-fuckin'-I would do.
-That's what I wanna hear. -That's exactly what we're doing.
Well, do it faster.
Who found the body?
Same person who called it in.
Who's that?
Morning, Jack.