I'm gonna go.
They say that anger only hurts the person holding onto it.
But I disagree.
Anger gets me up in the morning.
Yes, you can let it destroy you,
or you can let it sustain you.
It all comes down to how you use your anger…
and who you aim it at.
-Ruining Christmas and being an asshole… -No. Yes. No.
Sir, no, we're not hiding evidence that St. Hilary's is a satanic cult.
-Your brother-in-law's the killer? Why? -Saw Ms. Hopkins at a Tastee-Freez?
-Whoa, Jack. Hold up. Leads. -Jesus Christ.
-Sir. -Ugh.
We closing in on any viable suspects whatsoever?
Mayor's got his knickers in a knot after last night.
-Clyde Duffie. -Shit.
Jack, I don't want you going near him, got it?
Ah, he's hiding something.
The whole, uh, reward's just a smoke screen.
-That's all any of this is. -You know this how?
I have a lead.
Is that true, Jack?
If she's talking about Clyde Duffie, it is.
St. Hilary's yearbook, 2004. We've got four friends.
Rachel Hopkins, Helen Wang, Zoe Harper, Anna Andrews.
The four were friends. Note the wrists of each girl.
What the heck are those?
Handmade cotton friendship bracelets, identical to these.
Found post-mortem.
Tied to the tongues of both victims.
Proving what, Detective?
I think the friends became bitter rivals. The question is why.
So teenage rivalry.
What, some… some high-school dispute from 20 years ago.
-That's what you suspect? -Yes, I suspect rivalry.
And I know there's connectivity. That's the line of inquiry I wanna start with.
-By? -Questioning Ms. Andrews.
Anna, Jack's wife?
-Yes, sir. -Priya, hang on. Look.
Sir… sir…
Clyde Duffie is our suspect here. That's who we're looking at, all right?
-I'm the detective on this case. -I thought y'all were working together.
-That makes two of us. -Maybe I came to this on my own.
Sir, I spoke with Ms. Andrews' employer this morning at the station.
He told me she took a leave of absence 12 months ago,
during which no one could contact her or reach her.
Then three days ago, she shows up at the station, unannounced,
demanding she be put on the Hopkins murder.
Demanding, huh? Someone actually use that word?
Two women she went to high school with 20 years ago were murdered.
I know there's connectivity. I wanna understand why.
A lot of girls went to school with Rachel and Helen.
It's a goddamn school for girls, for Christ's sake.
He's right.
Even if he wasn't, why not Zoe?
Jack, no offense,
but there's just as much reason to suspect Zoe as there is Anna.
Fucking bullshit.
The chief suspect here is Clyde Duffie, all right?
What are we doing? Just pulling theories out of our asses?
-Easy. -I'm not gonna take it easy.
She walks in here with this bullshit, and people start taking that seriously.
Do you know how dangerous that is?
Anna is not a suspect, and neither is Zoe. You got that?
You got a yearbook photo. That's what you came in here with.
A fucking yearbook photo.
Why would we just assume that the murderer is in that photo?
"Liar."
Helen Wang knew her killer. The pattern.
Like Rachel, there were no defensive wounds.
-God… -No sign of struggle.
The killer knew Helen Wang would be at St. Hilary's.
The killer knew how to break in without setting off alarms,
breaking any windows.
Who would know how to do that? Who did know how to do that? A student.
There's been thousands of students over the years.
Any one of 'em would've known that.
But who breached a locked door to get to the murder scene?
Who spoke to the victim the day she was murdered?
Claimed to receive an invitation by the victim, which we now know is false.
Who wore a friendship bracelet identical to those found on the murder victim, sir?
And then ask yourself,
who has a career that has been revived after a yearlong absence
by the discovery of a small-town serial killer?
A small town that just happens to be her hometown?
Career advancement? That's the motivation? Wow, that sounds oddly familiar.
-You want my job, Priya? -You not hear all that shit?
-It's hard to hear. -Hard to hear? Get the fuck out.
-Listen. Stay. -What?
We got a ton of leads. Concentrate on that.
Gladly. Fucking horseshit.
What is this, fucking amateur hour?
You interview Ms. Andrews.
You got 48 hours, then I call in the cavalry.
Oh fuck.
Hey, Duffie.
Can I have a moment of your time, sir?
I wanna show you something.
Maybe you could shed a little light on it. What's that, Mr. Duffie?
-Where'd you get this? -Does it matter?
-I bet my lawyer will think so. -What is it, Mr. Duffie?
It's autoerotic asphyxiation. So what?
Come again?
No, usually just the once.
Okay.
Wanna keep the act up? Wanna see where that gets you?
What act are we talking about?
Your grieving husband bullshit, I didn't buy it for one second.
Your wife?
Your wife humiliated you.
She fucked everything that moves, Clyde.
She did. She did it in town. She did it out of town.
You gave her those fucking rules,
and she defied 'em, and you hated her.
You didn't love her, Clyde. You fuckin' hated her.
And then she came after your money.
She ask you for more of that allowance?
You said no, so she threatened to… to drop your jack-off tape?
Is that what it was? Whoo!
Yeah, she hurt your pride, Clyde.
She stepped on your manhood. Now she's fucking with your money.
And she has you too, boy.
She knew same as you, good God-fearing folks in North Georgia,
no way they were fuckin' lining up for a slice of pizza
made by that pathetic fucking pervert from the video, right?
Guy all tied up with… what… what was it, a ball gag in your mouth?
First of all, you've badly misjudged the American consumer.
Second of all, how do you get all that from five seconds of video?
Here's the thing, Clyde.
I'm gonna tell you this now. You ain't talking your way out of this.
You killed your wife. You killed her.
Then you took your fucking dog for a walk in the rain to cover it up.
You were almost there.
But then you realized, "Fuck, I can't find her phone."
You called it over and over again, even after I asked you not to, right?
You drained that battery down.
You washed the murder outta your clothes, outta your shoes.
You were almost there.
Except for that one pesky little loose end,
Helen Wang, right?
I got the text threads, asshole. I got phone records.
You called her the second we left. What'd you do? You threaten her?
You scare her? I imagine you, what,
you reminded her as the headmistress of St. Hilary's,
"You don't wanna be involved in a bullshit blackmail case, right?"
Some sordid sex tape.
You had her exactly where you wanted her. You had her right there in your control.
But then… she had a change of heart.
She had a moment of decency.
She called the sheriff. She made an appointment.
You beat her to it. You killed her.
God, you're an animal.
You're an animal, Mr. Duffie.
I want you to look me in the eye, and you tell me I'm wrong.
Wow.
You got me, Detective.
Yeah, I didn't like my wife.
She was a high-octane, high-maintenance, blue-ribbon bitch.
I put the reward money up 'cause it was a good PR move.
And you're right, I tried to run the phone down
so that video, among others, never got seen.
Rachel was guilty of blackmail. Helen was a part of it.
But I wasn't the person they were blackmailing.
Bullshit.
Don't do that. I got the text thread.
It says "C," C for Clyde. It even uses the word "blackmail."
Don't bullshit me.
I'm not the only C, dumb shit.
-Mr. Duffie, you're under arrest. -Nah, I don't think so.
What do you mean? I'm gonna need you to come with me.
Mr. Duffie, I'm gonna need you to exit the house and come with me now.
You know, I got an idea of who the killer might be.
I'm gonna tell you.
I think it's someone who knows they're above suspicion. Local.
Maybe the last person you'd ever suspect.
I couldn't figure out who that might be.
But then I see that video, which can only come from Rachel's phone.
Hmm.
Who do you think it is, J?
I need you to come with me. I told you you're under arrest.
Nah. I think it's time I paid a visit to the sheriff, sort this whole mess out.
You don't need to talk to the sheriff. Talk to me.
I'm the lead investigator on this case.
You fucked my wife. Now I'm fucking you.
Mr. Duffie, do not get in that car.
-Do not get in that car. -Here's some advice.
Get yourself a real honey badger of a lawyer.
You're gonna need it.
Goddamn, Mr. Duffie, what did I just say to you? Do not…
Hey!
Fuck.
I tried the manor, but she wasn't there.
Mm-hmm. She'll be down in a minute.
Careful now. It's hot.
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
You have a lovely home.
-Have you always lived in Dahlonega? -Ever since '79.
I moved in with Sam after we got married.
So, um, what's your opinion?
Of what?
These murders.
I disapprove.
I mean, do you have any idea who might've done such a thing?
Detective Patel.
All right. Sounds good.
Hey, boss.
-Any luck? -Yeah, take a look at this.
-Thank you, Benny. -You know it.
Hello?
This is, uh, Investigator Harper, Lumpkin County.
I'm calling about a tip that you submitted the other day.
Who am I speaking with?
Yeah, well, I saw the news.
One about the 50K reward.
It says here, uh, that you knew Rachel Hopkins.
Is that so?
Yeah, we were, uh…
How do I say this? Uh…
I was with her in Atlanta, you know?
-That right? -With her, with her.
Yeah, we made a couple stops, and, uh, said she
wanted to see a friend. Friend my ass.
I stayed in my truck, and she went up in that, uh, fancy, uh, Luxe 11 building
in Midtown, one with the big-ass pool.
-Says here she was involved in a tussle? -Yes, sir. I think maybe she was.
Now, when she came out, her face was all red hot.
Hot how? She was all flushed?
Flushed, hell, she was slapped.
Sir, how… For what reason would you say that she was struck?
I mean, how do you… how do you know that?
I see the motherfucker's handprints on her face.
Hey, you have a… got a date by any chance? You have any idea when this happened?
I do, in fact. May 18th, day after my birthday.
How does it work with, uh, my money on this?
You attended St. Hilary's with Rachel Hopkins and Helen Wang.
-Is that correct? -They were seniors when I joined, but yes.
-Zoe Harper was also there? -Yes, she was.
Your sister-in-law?
I married her brother, yes.
You're not close?
-Is this relevant? -I don't know yet.
No, we're not.
-Why is that? -She's a dumpster fire.
But you were close at one point?
No.
Seems like you were.
Have a look here.
Looks like you were friends.
I think that looks can be deceiving.
-So how did you break into the school? -Sorry?
You lied when you told me the door was open. How'd you break in?
I didn't lie. Didn't break anything. I jimmied the double doors.
There's a difference. So what? We all used to do it.
There's a strict lateness policy at St. Hilary's.
8:30 a.m., they'd lock the main door.
If you were late, you'd wait outside and see the headmistress,
which no one wanted to do.
-Who else knew about this jimmying? -We all knew.
Like, everyone in the school, or just you and your friends?
Just us. It wouldn't have worked if everyone knew how to do it.
It's been over 20 years. I'm surprised St. Hilary's hasn't changed the locks.
Not as surprised as Helen was.
Sorry. Was that in bad taste?
One more question.
Anyone else you recognize in your friend group?
No.
Not that I recall.
Okay. Well, thank you for your patience.
I know this is a hard time for you.
Not really. I hardly knew them, you know.
I'm talking about your mom,
the night walking,
and the, uh…
the signs.
I… I know them. My grandmother suffered too.
Come from a large family, so…
I had to take care of her, and…
Yeah, we believe the elderly should be valued, not discarded.
I'll be in touch.
Good morning. Luxe 11 Apartments.
Hey. This is Investigator Harper with the Lumpkin County Sheriff's Office.
Do you have any access to any CCTV from May 18th of this year?
Sorry, Detective, we only keep video surveillance for 90 days.
Yes, I appreciate that, but if I could possibly get a, uh, list
of the residents that have lived there the past year?
-Somebody specific you're looking for? -Nah, just the whole list.
That'd be… that'd be perfect.
How long would it take you to produce something like that? Hey.
-I could scan something and get it to you. -Okay. Hang on a second.
Benny, look, you're gonna… Stay on line four.
This guy's gonna shoot a list over. Print it and get it to me.
-And, uh, Zoe's here. -Huh?
Uh… Okay, just… Yes, sir, I'm gonna have a deputy stay on the line,
so when you get that list, you can shoot it over to him.
-You got it. -Yep. Yep.
-Thank you so much. Uh-huh. Okay. -Yes. I'll do my best.
Somebody order a pizza?
What are you doing here, fucker?
Can't I just come see my big brother? I brought dinner.
Don't… What are you doing? Don't put that there.
This is like… I… I ate, Zoe.
Look, seriously, what are you doing?
Relax.
-Where's Meg -She's at home.
-What do you mean, she's at home? -She's fine.
Shut up. Are you fucking with me?
Yes, I'm fucking with you. She's at a sleepover.
Jesus Christ, Zoe. You cannot be here right now.
I was home alone, and I just thought I'd come see you.
What? What… what do you want?
What the fuck? What, Zoe?
What?
I mean, what if I'm next, you know?
I knew them, Jack.
Why would you be next?
-It… This has nothing to do with you. -Anna's 16th birthday.
What're you talking about?
She…
She told you, right?
Zoe, she told me what?
What the fuck, Jack?
Okay, um…
You gotta realize this was a long, long time ago,
and, um, we were, uh…
Rachel and Helen were, um…
They were mean girls, you know? They were… they were bullies.
They were fucking vicious if they didn't like you
or if you were different in any way.
I… I… I tried to be nice to Anna.
-Her 16th birthday, okay? -Yeah?
Things might've got out of hand.
Out of hand how?
I… I…
I didn't think it was that bad at the time.
Like, I didn't know, but…
I don't even know what Anna remembers. She had a snootful like we all did, okay?
But… but I think it might've been… it might have been pretty bad.
Come on, Zoe. I don't have time for this fucking nonsense. What?!
You need to fucking listen to me, okay?
What are you talking about?
-Anna is not who you think she is. -What is this about?
She's not. I think--
Come in. Goddamn it. I can't deal with this shit.
-What do you want? -List of all the tenants.
Shit. Thank you.
-Luxe 11 apartment building. -Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Did you hear what I said?
Shut the front door.
Richard fucking Jones.
Come on, Richard fucking Jones.
11 Luxe. Go motherfucking Dogs.
Hey, what's the name of that bar all the press hangs out?
Spirits.
Spirits. Okay, look, I got to, uh…
Where the fuck are my keys? Goddammit, where the fuck are my keys?
Okay. I got to go, all right? You can, um, stay here if you want.
Jack! Um…
Hey. Hey, look at me.
Nothing is gonna happen to you. Nothing is gonna happen to you, all right?
Nothing ever, okay? Okay? Yeah.
Just don't talk to anybody, all right? Stay right here. I'll be back.
Richard Jones.
How you doing, Detective? Can I get you a drink?
A club soda, please.
So this is it, huh?
You sort of wait around here for something to happen,
and you go point your camera at it?
When in Dahlonega…
I heard that.
Appreciate you.
Hmm.
Can you tell me where you were May 18th of this year?
Hell no.
How can…
Can't remember, huh?
-Do you? -Yeah.
I do have reason to believe that you were with Rachel Hopkins.
-Rachel Hopkins? -That's right.
-The dead Rachel Hopkins? -Same one.
-No? -No.
-No, I never met her in my life. -Uh-oh.
That's a…
Gosh, that's… that's a little problem for me, Richard,
because I got an eyewitness that says she was at your apartment.
11 Luxe in Atlanta on May 18th.
You've got a shitty eyewitness.
-Shitty eyewitness? -Yep.
Well, that same shitty eyewitness says Rachel Hopkins was physically assaulted
at that apartment at 11 Luxe.
Does that ring any bells?
-No, it doesn't. -No?
I hate to disappoint you, but I wasn't even in the country in May.
I was in Canada shooting a movie, so…
-That's what that says? -That's what that says.
You got real human beings that can vouch for that?
Probably, like, 200 of 'em.
-You sure I can't buy you a drink? -Nah, I'm good.
Now, you see how I could've drawn that line, though, Richard, right?
Seeing as how you were arrested for… assault and battery
on a woman a few years back.
-Oh God. -Mm.
Wow. You're something, aren't you?
You were arrested for assault and battery?
-Yes. -Yeah.
I was arrested for assault and battery, if that's what you wanna call it.
I'm not calling it that, sir. You see, the courts called it that, right?
-Yeah. -Why don't you tell me what happened?
-Why don't you read the report? -I don't have the report. I got you there.
Hmm.
-Okay. -Yeah.
Lexy had a stalker.
She came by the house. She was acting aggressive.
So I confronted her.
-She attacked me, and I defended myself. -Huh.
What, you just… you just had to break her jaw?
No.
No, that… that's just raw instinct, man.
You often act out of instinct?
Ask your wife.
Get the fuck off me! Oh! Fuck!
Fuck! Fucking crazy!
Jesus.
I'm Detective Patel, your brother's partner.
I always knew Jack would end up joining the police.
Or the military.
And you?
Mom and Dad didn't give a shit about me. They bet everything on Jack.
You never wanted to leave Dahlonega?
And go where?
Atlanta?
No, I had a life here. Friends.
Then I got pregnant with Meg.
Did you know how to jimmy the locks at St. Hilary's too?
Say what?
I was told some of the students used to do that
to avoid being late to class.
I never gave a shit about that kinda thing.
I wasn't exactly what you'd call "academic."
That was more like Helen and Rachel's thing.
And Ms. Andrews?
Yeah.
-What happened between the four of you? -Five.
Five?
Yeah, five. There was Cat too. She's the one taking the photo.
Show me?
Oh shit. I ain't seen that for a minute.
Freshmen…
There.
Catherine A. Kelly.
Hmm.
Wow. Fuckin'…
Here.
Fucking cheap shot, man.
-I'm pressing charges. Yes. -No, Richard, you are not.
-Look, he is under a lot of pressure. -I don't care.
-Just do me a favor. -He hit me in the face!
Let it go.
Okay, well, I'd like to be in the room when you explain to your wife
what it is you said to him that got him so angry.
I imagine it was something like, I don't know, "I fucked your wife."
No, I didn't… I didn't…
Okay, well, if you press charges, that's exactly what I'm gonna tell her.
Wow.
Okay.
-Thanks for the ice. -See you back at the hotel.
I told you not to go to Duffie, and what'd you do?
He called me, Jack, and now you get into a fight?
Sir, I'm not saying it's not a big deal. It is.
We don't know if he's gonna press charges.
Hell yeah, he'll press charges. You're a goddamn detective, Jack. Grow up.
I could talk to him maybe.
-Maybe apologize. -No, don't talk to him.
Don't do anything.
-Look. I called in the GBI, okay? -For fuck's sake.
They're coming on Monday.
Sir, I really believe I can handle this, if you give me the shot.
But you didn't.
You didn't, Jack.
-Go near this case, I'll take your badge. -Fuck.
Yeah, what you got?
Uh, the phone registered to Rachel Hopkins
had 389 outgoing calls and 275 incoming.
How many repeat calls from the same number? Or numbers, plural?
Uh… Let me check.
You there, Detective?
I'm here. Go ahead, yeah.
The three numbers make over 60% of Hopkins' total calls.
Mm-hmm.
Clyde Duffie, Helen Wang,
and, uh, Jack Harper.
Thank you.
-You went into our rooms? -Sir--
You packed our fucking bags? I mean, come on. What are…
Hey, where you been?
Trying to get gas. There's no 24-hour stations here.
What's happening?
We have no rooms for tonight. Reservations got canceled.
-By who? -They packed our fucking bags.
-She asked us to. -Who is she?
-She's with your station. -With WSK?
That's what she said.
Woman called and said you guys didn't need the room, so we let 'em go.
Okay, well, can you get us another two?
-I'm sorry. We're full. -Oh my God.
Ever since the murders, the town's gone crazy--
I'm so fucking tired of listening to this guy. Come on. Let's go.
Hey, so where are you going?
I got a place we can use. It's not far from here.
How do you have a place?
Um, it's not my place. My in-laws have a…
Oh. No. Thank you, Richard, but I don't…
What? They don't live there. It's fine.
We'll go, set everything up, finish the package.
Be done with this place.
We'll be on our way to Atlanta in the morning.
I think I can control myself.
Where'd you say this place was?
Just a bit north of Lake Zwerner.
You ever been there?
No. Growing up, rich kids always had lake houses there, but…
No.
Anna, come on!
Come on.
-Whoo! -Come on, come on. We're almost there!
-Come on! -Anna, you…
Oh, we're going?
-Anna… -Come on, Catherine. Don't worry.
-It'll be fine. -Okay, Catherine.
Catherine, don't trip over this.
-Okay. Come on. -Oh!
Oh my God!
-Okay, everybody be careful. -Oh my God!
-Whoa! Are you okay? -Yeah, I'm all right.
Okay.
Okay, Catherine!
Yeah!
It's about fucking time!
-We're here to party. -Give it!
-Take it. -Come meet my friends.
-Yeah. Damn, you guys look good! -Okay, this is Anna.
-Hey. -And this is Catherine.
-I'm Nick. -Hi.
-You're beautiful. -Is it both your birthdays?
-So drinks? -Come on. Birthday girl!
-Come on, Anna! -Just to get it started.
Get it started.
-Birthday chug! -Yeah!
-It's Catherine's turn. -I don't want it.
-No, come on. -Come on, party!
-Catherine, be fun! Be fun! -Come on.
-Hey! -Wow.
Hold your glass that way.
-What's going on? She having fun? -I wanna go sit with Anna.
-No, you said you'd do this. -No, I wanna go sit with Anna.
-It's her birthday. -Sit the fuck down!
Stop. I want up! Get off me! Stop! Get off of me!
-Get off! -Why you gotta make it difficult?
-Now get down! Come here! -Stop! Anna!
Anna.
-Jesus. -What?
Where'd you go?
Fuckin' Zoe.
You said it was, uh, your in-laws' place?
Oh, Lexy's parents.
Yeah, that's how in-laws work.
How come you never mentioned you guys had a place up here?
What do you mean, mentioned it?
There's… I haven't mentioned a lot.
-Why would I mention that? -Uh…
Pfft. I don't know.
Why'd they buy property up here?
Who knows?
Why does anybody buy property?
It's a lake house.
Tell me your wife isn't here.
Just try to get along.
Or don't.
-Goddammit, Richard. Really? -What? Relax. She knows you're coming.
-You told her? When? -Yeah.
It was her idea.
She said she wants to, like, clear the air with you or some shit.
Trust me, this is the last thing I wanna do.
-You coming? -No, I am getting a car.
Yeah?
Good luck. Out here, this time of night.
Hey, Zoe?
Hey, Zo!
Zoe!
The goddamn water's leaking!
Hey, Zo! Zoe!
Hey.
-You weren't kidding. There's nothing. -Yeah. I told you.
Alexa, play Lake Vibes.
Playing Lake Vibes.
Make yourself at home.
I'm gonna go tell Lexy we're here.
-Hey, Richard. -Yeah?
What kind of kinky shit is this?
-What are you talking about? -What's going on?
We're here to finish the package, Anna.
Okay.
Hey, what air, exactly, does she want to clear?
No, I mixed my idioms.
She said, "bury the hatchet."
The world was on fire And no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire Will make foolish people do…
I never dreamed That I'd meet somebody like you
And I never dreamed That I'd lose somebody like you
No, I don't wanna fall in love
This world is only gonna Break your heart
No, I don't wanna fall in love
This world is only gonna Break your heart…
Zoe!
Oh, fuck.
Zoe…
Oh shit. Come on.
No, no, no, no, no!
No, no, no!
Sissy!
Oh, fuck me.