You ready, girls?
Let's go, Kelly clan. We're burnin' daylight.
Clouds are clearing. Perfect time to sail.
-Did you get my wine coolers? -What do you think?
I want life jackets on you before we get in the boat.
Do we have to do this every weekend?
Do you have any idea how lucky you are?
How many girls do you know who have families with boats?
-Doesn't even have a motor. -Catherine Alexis.
-It's Lexy now. -Of course it is.
Just get in the boat.
Um, can I offer you some advice?
I don't know, Andrea. Can you?
Look at what you're doing to yourself.
That's not advice.
Oh, and, I don't know. Maybe, um, make better choices.
Also,
go easy on the junk food.
You're gonna tip the boat.
Can you grab my inhaler off the counter?
Catherine! Come on, pumpkin!
My mother used to say
if you're going to do something, you might as well do it right.
And like most things in life,
the more you do something, the easier it gets.
-Did you get my inhaler? -Yeah.
I suppose the same rule applies
to killing people.
Andrea?
Andrea, honey?
-Rick! -Oh my God!
-Where's her inhaler? -Catherine, help her!
Relax! Just breathe, honey.
Help! Somebody help!
No!
Jack, it's me. I need you to get here as soon as you can.
-I dropped you a pin. Look, I-- -She's gone.
Jesus. My sister… My… my sister's gone.
What do you mean? How?
I don't know. Somebody killed her.
And I told her she was gonna be okay.
-Oh my God, Jack. -I told her…
Look, I know who murdered her. It was Lexy Jones.
She killed Rachel and Helen too. I think Richard might've helped.
Who are you talking to?
Who is that?
Oh fuck. Who is that?
I'm coming. I'm coming. Anna!
Anna?
Anna!
Anna, I'm on my way, okay?
I'm coming, Anna. You hear me?
-I'm coming right now. -Jack, I gotta talk to you.
-The fuck are you doing? -What happened?
Anna's in trouble, okay? She's out at Lake Zwerner.
Lexy Jones's the killer. Richard's helping.
-Lexy Jones? -That's right.
-I need to talk to you. -If you wanna come with me, come.
Stop. Stop right there.
Stop.
-Are you outta your fucking mind? -I need to talk to you.
Are you pulling a fucking gun on me, Priya?
Why did you go to the morgue looking for a ring you didn't lose?
I told you my wife's in trouble.
-I don't have time for this bullshit! -Stop right there. You need to talk to me.
-Hey! -You are covered in blood!
Fuck's sake! Will you put the fucking gun down?
You turned in contaminated DNA, kept redirecting me towards Clyde Duffie.
-You canceled phone records. -Put the gun down.
-I need you to talk to me. -Put the gun down now.
-Will you put the-- -Stop!
-Jesus. -Stop right there!
What are you gonna do? You gonna shoot me? You gonna shoot me, Priya?
We're not going anywhere until I get some answers.
Fuck.
This is Detective Patel. I need backup at Det. Jack Harper's house immediately!
Oh my…
You fucking people.
What people, Richard?
Rich, entitled,
manipulative assholes.
Oh, those people.
Think you can do whatever you want, say whatever you want,
sleep with whoever you want without any fucking consequences.
You know that is not me.
That is exactly you.
I think maybe you don't realize who you're married to.
-Stop! We're waiting here! -Priya…
Priya, hang on. I just want you to think, okay?
Just think. It's me, okay?
You gotta trust me, okay?
It's Jack. It's your friend Jack. It's all it is, okay?
I promise everything will make sense, okay?
I promise you.
Oh!
Fuck.
Richard,
you don't have to do this anymore.
-You don't have to help her. -Help her what?
Help kill those women?
That's the story you're gonna revive your little career with?
You are fucking pathetic, Anna.
-Am I? -Yeah.
What the fuck?
Stop!
Jesus fucking Christ!
Told you you should've learned how to use that fucking gun!
Wait, no, no, no! Open the door right fucking now!
-Stupid bitch! -Jesus Christ!
Hey! Be careful with her!
Anna, pick up!
Come on!
Pick up, goddammit!
-Check inside! -Got it.
-Detective Patel, are you okay? -Heads up!
Yeah.
Babe! Babe!
-Babe! -Richard!
Richard!
You psycho!
-You're insane! -Me?
How long have you been planning this, to lure me here?
You lured me into the woods 20 years ago!
I didn't know what they were gonna do, Catherine!
You fucking liar! You are a liar!
You've always been a fucking liar! You laughed at me!
"Come sit with us, Catherine!"
"Come to my birthday party, Catherine!"
Well, I'm not drinking piss anymore!
No! No!
Stop it!
No.
No!
Babe!
Patel, what the hell's going on at Jack's?
-Sir, Zoe Harper is dead. -What? Fuck!
I'm here at Duffie's. He's here with his lawyer.
He claims that his wife and Helen Wang
tried to blackmail Lexy Jones a while back. Got her face slapped.
Rachel Hopkins tried to blackmail Lexy Jones?
-Why? -Something about her sister's death.
What? Wait, Lexy Jones's sister?
Wait, Rachel Hopkins knew Lexy Jones?
They went to St. Hilary's together.
Now, according to Clyde, Lexy made the mistake of confiding in Rachel.
-What is the dead sister's name? -Andrea.
Andrea Kelly.
-Catherine Kelly's sister. -You bet.
Sir, Catherine Kelly is Lexy Jones.
I need you to meet me at the Kelly house immediately.
I'll send you the address.
Go, go, go, go!
Oh my God!
Pick up, Anna. Just pick up the fucking phone!
Ah!
-Anna! -Jack…
-Anna!
Anna!
Babe?
Anna!
Anna! Hey!
Anna!
You okay?
Yeah.
I'm really sorry about Zoe, Jack.
I don't know what I'm gonna say to Meg.
Maybe I can help.
Yeah, maybe.
What was it between you guys?
You and my sister and Lexy?
What's this whole thing about?
Rachel was the, uh…
ringleader.
But Helen and…
Zoe knew about it too.
They, uh…
they led Lexy…
Catherine and I into the woods.
On my 16th birthday.
They said it was gonna be a party,
and, uh…
and these men showed up.
Men that Rachel had
sent these pictures of us to.
Uh, these men…
attacked Catherine.
And Rachel and Helen and
your sister watched.
I wanted to tell you. I… I…
I started to, like, a hundred times,
and, uh, I just, uh…
I couldn't. I… I… I… I thought maybe…
…I shouldn't because of Zoe,
and then the truth is, Jack…
I've just never been able to tell anyone.
I don't know. I…
I thought maybe I could just pretend that it didn't happen.
-And so that's what I did. -Yeah.
-I'm sorry. -No, it's all right.
-I wish I told you. -Hey…
Shit. I'm…
I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry.
Sweet baby Jesus.
I remember when that Kelly girl died,
Andrea, this one's older sister.
Asthma attack, I think.
They were out on the lake, sailing, if you can believe that.
Poor girl… …suffocated before they could get her to shore.
Whole department went to the funeral. It was sad as hell.
And odd.
What was odd?
I don't think I've ever seen a body cry like Catherine Kelly.
I mean, she sobbed so hard I thought she was gonna vomit.
Her sister just died.
I went to the funeral home basement
to get coffee or a donut or something.
There's Catherine Kelly, eating Krispy Kremes and
smilin'.
Like she just got the last parking spot at Cracker Barrel.
Sheriff.
The hell?
I'll be damned.
Rachel Hopkins' nails?
Well, I sure as hell hope so.
Sheriff.
We got a knife.
Get your fucking hands off me! Can you tell me why I am under arrest?
I didn't fucking do anything! My wife didn't do…
Wanna look at somebody? Look at this fucking bitch! Huh?!
She's the fucking crazy one! I didn't fucking do anything, man!
-Sir, you gotta calm down. -Fuck you! Fuck you!
-Sir! -I didn't do anything! Get off!
-This will not help your case. -Guess you gotta go do your thing.
-Ow! Fuck! Get off! -Yeah. I guess so.
-You wanna clean up a little bit first? -Ah…
No need.
Okay.
Some things never change, huh?
Miss Andrews? Miss Andrews!
How does this reflect on the safety of Lumpkin County?
Were you investigating the Kelly family?
Anna, what do you think is going on? Please!
-Hey. -Hey.
I'm so sorry about Zoe, Jack.
Yeah.
You think I'll be okay?
I do.
-Even though her gun wasn't loaded? -Yeah.
Just forget it, Boston.
It's Dahlonega.
And finally… Oh, now this is so sweet.
Congratulations are in order for Atlanta's own Ji-woo Park.
Now, Ji-woo, just 13, advanced to the final round
of the National Spelling Bee.
-Just 13? -Just 13.
-A brilliant young lady. -I know.
Now, who can spell Ji-woo's winning word, "cozenage"?
-Takers? -Definition.
-The practice of deception or trickery… -Meg, we gotta move, baby. Let's go.
-We were playing dodgeball. -Okay.
-With soft balls. -Can you help me get these clothes up?
Because Lauren got hit in the face.
-She got hit in the face? -Yep.
Was she all right?
No, she bawled like a big baby.
-Did you check on her? -Mm-mm.
Baby, I feel like we don't need the desk.
-We need the desk? -We do!
It's, like, essential? All right, go ahead. Put it in there.
-Uncle Jack, guess what? -What's that, baby?
So it was show-and-tell, and Andre brought his snapping turtles,
which he wasn't supposed to do.
-How come? -Because Ms. Fong said no pets allowed.
-He brought it anyway? -Yeah. He thinks his shit don't stink.
Ooh.
-But you know it does stink, right? -Yeah.
Sure does. All right. Hop in, baby. Buckle up, buttercup.
This is why I love being with you in the morning,
but I'm gonna have to leave you.
But you will be in good hands. I'll see you back Monday.
Until then, from all of us here at WSK, I'm Anna Andrews.
-I'm Brenning Dunnington. -And good morning to you.
And we're off. Good job, everyone.
-Thank you. -Have a good weekend.
-I'm gonna try. -Take it easy, Anna.
-All right. Ooh. -Let me set up your interview.
See, what would I do without you, Danny? Tell me.
Guess I'm gonna find out soon.
Gotta get out of these heels. Okay, Jim, what do you got for me?
We got the paperwork today from Richard's attorneys.
-The non-disclosure agreement? -Everything.
Uh-huh. Okay, and?
Your defamation suit would've wiped him out.
-Yeah. -God.
Guy lures you into his wife's batshit crazy kill box
and tries to pin it on you.
I would've sued him into a cardboard box under an overpass.
Oh, come now.
I considered it, but anger and resentment only hurts the person holding onto 'em.
Uh, speaking of angry people, mind having a chat with your agent?
-Is there a problem? -No, no.
It's with your new contract and all, she's being a little… What's the word?
Assertive?
-No, pushy. -Mm.
Tell her to turn the volume down a little. Be a little more--
-Subordinate. -Reasonable.
All right. I'll handle her.
Great. Thank you.
You know, she just gets a little feisty sometimes.
-Sorry. -Okay.
I bet she swung the Today Show offer at you like an axe, huh?
Wait, whoa. The what then?
Apparently, that's just the tip of the offer iceberg. She's just excited.
10% of $4 million keeps her in Louis Vuitton and Louboutins.
Okay. Here's what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna talk to the powers that be. I'm gonna tell 'em if you go, I go.
You'd do that for me, Jim?
Hey, leave it to the boss.
Thank you.
-Have fun. -Mm-hmm.
-Have a good weekend. -Thank you so much.
-Wowee, wow! -There she is! Ooh!
Ooh. Ooh. Let's just keep the lifting to a minimum.
There are at least two sides to every story.
Yours and mine.
Ours and theirs.
His and hers.
Which means someone is always lying.
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.
People might recognize my face.
They may even know my name.
But they'll never know who I am.
We all hide behind the version of ourselves that we present to the world.
Hi, Clara.
But people don't change.
Not really.
Not inside.
We humans are capable of inflicting such misery.
-You've grown. -I know.
Such cruelty.
Such pain.
And yet, the most dangerous thing we do is lie
to others
and to ourselves.
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.
"My mother used to say
if you're going to do something, you might as well do it right."
"And like most things in life,
the more you do something, the easier it gets."
"I suppose the same rule applies…"
To killing people.
All I ever wanted was for you to be happy.
And you were.
We bring you to a story that has evolved over the last couple of hours.
I didn't think it was possible to be prouder of you
until I saw you with little Charlotte.
Is that Mama?
When Jack asked me to watch that precious grandbaby of mine…
I was thrilled.
What's goin' on?
Alice? Alice!
-Alice! -No!
The doctor called it crib death…
No! What… what is this?
No!
…said no one was to blame, but Charlotte was my responsibility.
And I failed you.
A few months later, you disappeared.
Your old tapes were all I had of you.
You all have a wonderful holiday weekend and not get stuck…
They were how I kept you here with me.
-I'm Lexy Jones… -They were how I kept you close.
Martha Stewart was cleared of insider trading…
Before going to bed, I'd treat myself to just five minutes.
Try to make you last.
Mostly I'd go to the only place I thought you might come back to.
You never came.
But someone else did.
Like clockwork.
Thanks, baby.
I know that I was nosy.
-Get home safe. -Try not to miss this.
Sue me.
See you next week!
But all I cared about was you.
Watching your videos,
I managed to make you last the better part of six months.
I'm Lexy Jones, and from all of us here at WSK News,
good evening, Atlanta.
Until I only had one tape left.
It was unmarked, but as soon as I put it in,
I knew what it was.
Your 16th birthday party.
Don't worry. You'll be fine.
Whoo!
Nice, Anna!
-Catherine, try. -Make yourself comfortable.
-Anna? Stop! Get off me! Stop! -Hey, what are you doing?
Stop! Stop! Get off of me! Get off me!
-Help! Someone help me! -Hey, calm the fuck down, bitch.
-Wait, wait, wait… -No, get off me!
Catherine!
-Help! -Get down, bitch!
Just use her. I'll give you a discount.
-Get your ass on the ground. -Catherine! Please!
-Catherine! -Fuck you.
-Please! -Damn, Rachel, what the fuck?
No, stop!
I'm gonna give this bitch a birthday present
she'll never fucking forget.
No!
Stop fighting!
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday…
Dear Anna…
-Happy birthday! -Happy birthday to you
On the anniversary of Charlotte's death,
I prayed you wouldn't come back.
But you did.
And you saw them.
And I wanted to shout at you, "Leave this place!"
"Come home to me."
"Your mama's here now."
"She can't hurt you anymore."
Ugh, seriously?
Jack!
Fuck.
Hello?
Whoever said, "two wrongs don't make a right…"
Hey.
…lacked imagination.
And a sharp knife.
Like this, baby. Come on.
No one expects a woman to be a serial killer.
Add the sin of old age.
Mistake determination
for dementia.
There I am.
The picture of frailty.
But as for my mind…
My memory?
…the site were secured and treated, and the facility is no longer emitting…
It's as strong…
…as a bear trap.
Fuck you.
From all of us here at WSK News,
good evening, Atlanta.
I got you, you little bitch.
That's the thing about older folks.
Like back doors and the workers who use them,
we're usually forgotten.
Hey, Mom, I'm going to Rachel's after school.
Ignored.
Here you go, hon.
Invisible.
Year after year
after year.
Same locks.
Same doors.
Same keys.
They could've stopped me.
But we see what we wanna see,
even when the truth is right in front of us.
Or under us.
I never intended to kill Catherine.
I thought prison for abandoning you that night was fair.
And I needed a killer for a juicy story.
Dahlonega Manor.
Hello? I'd like to cancel a reservation, please.
I knew you'd be safe.
Jack will always be there for you.
Oh my…
What I didn't plan on was Detective Patel being such a good shot.
But I'd be lying if I said I lost any sleep over it.
Killing Rachel brought you home.
Killing Helen…
…kept you here.
And killing Zoe…
gave you the family you lost.
I'm writing this now, baby,
'cause soon, you'll be a mother again.
Love my grandbabies as I've loved you.
Teach them the value of hard work
and planning.
Prepare them for a life both ugly
and beautiful.
Unpredictable.
Always changing.
Except for one thing.
Show them that a mother's love
never dims,
never weakens.
It's constant.
Continual.
Relentless.
All my love, my precious girl.
Your mother.