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Them flies
are gettin' thick.

Somebody ought to give you
a good hosin'.

Hmm. Heat ain't helpin'.

Eh, reckon you'll keep
another day.

Be good, I'll bring you
some more water round noon.

Bye, Daddy.

Hey!

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

What the devil is
all this about?

Why was I brought here?

Games, must we?

Not that I mind
a slight case of abduction

now and then, but I have tickets
for the theater this evening,

to a show I was looking
forward to, and I get, well,

kind of unreasonable
about things like that.

With such expert
play-acting, you make
this very room a theater...

You have a good walk?

Yes, my dear.

Top-notch walk
this morning.

Top-notch constitutional.

It's been weeks
since I left my mark.

Would that they had eyes to see.

Hey! Don't you get
Miss Billie in here
with them dirty feet!

Sorry, old chap.

You want to make flowers today?

Now, Betty,

I have very
important work
to do.

My...

ascension removes me
from the disc
and the loop.

I'm near final stage.

Some mornings,

I can see the infernal plane.

You haven't made flowers
on me for maybe 3 weeks.

Makes me sad is all.

Ah, come up
in me lap, lass.

Here, and
let me comfort ye
in your distress.

You're make fun
of me again.

Heh heh! Now, why'd I do
a thing like that, huh?

Is it because you're
ne so bright?

Because of your head
bein' so slow and like?
Ha ha ha!

Oh, you better let me go
'cause I'm-a burn your eggs.

Hmm?

Mmm.

Couldn't you tell me
about Grampa?

Mmm.

Ah!

Mmm.

I was in the cane fields,

and he caught me
when I was alone.

And the dirt was warm.

I felt the dirt warm on my back.

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You're gonna lose
a kneecap if I got
to ask you again.

Take it out of the bag
and put it in the machine.

Don't look at me.

Look at the TV.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Why are you showing me this?!

That little girl is
the one you said went
to see her daddy.

Marie Fontenot, circa 1990.

I took a m-missing
juvenile report.

And when I went back
to follow up on it,

the file said,
"Report made in error."

I never wrote that.

So I marched it right in to
the sheriff, Ted Childress.

He's dead now.

He did it.

What'd the sheriff say?

He said he'd changed it,

that he knew the mother
and the father,

the aunt and the uncle.

It was a niece once removed
from him or somethin'.

It was the chain of command.

No reason to change it.

I just... follow what
the big man says.

It's...

how this all works.

I... I tried to get back
with the mother.

I tried to get back with her.

She was gone! She split!

The file was gone!

Nobody said a word!

Later that year, I was
in State CID, on Ted's
recommendation!

Nobody ever gave me
a reason to second-guess it!

It's chain of command!

Right?

What do you think?

I don't think he's lying...

as far as he knows.

As far as I know?

What the fuck is with you, man?!

Might be a whole lot safer

if we staged something, Marty...

sent the Maserati
over the guardrail.

Whoa!

Boys, slow down.

Be careful out there.

I can get you
a cafeteria lunch
if you're hungry.

That's all right, Miss.

I've got to get on with my work.

Lots to do today.

Oh, all right.

We're gonna
hang onto your phone
and your gun

till we get safe
and mail them to you
once we know we are.

That work for you, Steve?

You can bet your ass it doesn't.

And it's Sheriff Geraci
to you, shitheel.

Now, look, Steve, you're
gonna want to swing
some dick on this thing.

I'm gonna give you
a couple reasons
why you won't.

First off,
we found this tape
in your possession.

It's a video of
the little girl that you
said was not missing.

Second off, all findings
are with lawyers, ready
to be forwarded

to media outlets, feds,

CID, U.S. Attorneys,

should either one of us
get sworn a warrant or

if either one of us
just fall off the face
of the fuckin' earth,

as people are wont
to do in your neck
of the woods.

So you just
think about that
little girl, Steve.

What about your boat?

That ain't my boat.

You know whose boat
that is?
I never seen it
before.

It's gonna come back
on you, you assholes,

one way or another.

You just think about
that little girl, Steve.

For quite some time,
I'm gonna be thinking
about you, Rust.

Hey, one other thing, Steve.

Got an old sniper
pal, all right?

Contract's already been paid.

Me or Marty, we see
cuffs or coffins,

you're gonna end up in the dirt.

Then we're gonna
smear your name.

I got something coming
for you, baby.

Your psycho bit
don't cur me, boy!

You hear me?!

What the fuck?! Hey!

I strike you
as more of a talker
or a doer, Steve?

That's my fuckin' car!

God damn it!

L'chaim, fatass.

You motherfuckers!

Fuck you!

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This old
Sheriff Childress.

He's got no kids, no location
on any of his relatives.

You think they could have
wiped out birth records?

I don't see why not.

I mean, half
those hospitals along
the coast are gone now.

You know,
we got a dead end

on the relations and, uh,

what else is there?

Case files.

You want pre-'98
or after?

After.

We're gonna have to be
looking at these records
with fresh eyes, Marty.

All right?
Like we're totally green.

Why green ears?

I mean, assuming that's our guy.

I don't know, exactly.

My thinking was it was probably

leaves of some kind, you know,

'cause we do know
that he came at her
through the woods.

Why?
What you thinking?

Looking
for '95 Dora Lange
canvassing photos

from Erath.

Why?

Well...

Rust.

Come over here.

Now, you think,
back then,
does that...

Does that look like a fresh...

paint job to you?

The green ears.
Yeah.

Maybe
they were sticking
out of his hat.

Maybe he painted that house.

I'm going to look up
old addressees.

Fuck you, man.

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Something's
been bugging me
the last 10 years.

Not every day,
just now and then.

We went at it,

day you quit.

Were you holding back?

No, I don't see how I could've.

Oh, yeah, you do.

You... you've
always had such

an inflated idea of yourself.

Meaning what?

Meaning it seems
pretty damn arrogant

to hold back in a fight with me.

You think you could
have put me down?

Ah, I don't know.

Hell, I'd have had to kill you.

You were so goddamn mad.

Yeah, um... ahem.

You know, when she
told me, she said

not to blame you,
that it wasn't
your choice.

You, uh, were drunk and...

she made it happen.

Everybody's got a choice, Marty.

Shit, I sure blamed you.

Blamed me? For what?

For pushing a good woman

to the point where
she had to use me,

use our partnership
to get rid of you.

For just being
a lying sack of shit.

You know, she couldn't
have used you,
you didn't want some.

There you go.

Everybody's got a choice.

And yet, she still
cares about you.

You went to see her, I take it.

She came out to the bar.
What?

When?
Yeah, she was
just checking on you,

wanted to make sure
I wasn't getting you
in any trouble.

You should have fuckin' told me.

Yeah, maybe. I guess.

I reckoned it was best
to just avoid her name.

Didn't want to invite judgments.
You never liked being judged.

No, you're right,
I don't. Not by you.

Well, I didn't say a word.

Well, I could read it
all over your face.

Well, then the problem's
with your face,

not mine.

It's hard to find
something in a man

who rejects people
as much as you do,
you know that?

I never told you how
to live your life, Marty.

No, no, no, you just
sat in judgment.

Look, as sentient meat,

however illusory
our identities are,

we craft those identities
by making value judgments.

Everybody judges, all the time.

Now, you got
a problem with that,
you're living wrong.

What's "scented meat"?

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Can I help you?

Did you happen
to live here back in '95?

No, we didn't live
here back then.

This is
my grandma's place.
Mm-hmm.

Grandma, she still with us?

Alive, you mean?
Yeah.

Yeah, she's in
an old folks' place.

Abbeville.

Mrs. Hill, now,

this is a very strange question,

but, um, do you remember

back in the winter
of '94 or '95,

did you get your house painted?

I did. Yes, I did.

A nice green.

Don't remember what
they call it anymore.

Do you happen to remember

who it was that
painted your house?

Well, yes.

I don't remember the name,
but they were nice men.

They worked for our parish.

Yard work,
house-painting.

My church, they got a discount.

Good work for fair pay
back then.
Mmm.

Do you remember, by any chance,

names or just any other details?

Um...

I remember they charged $250

for the whole house exterior.

Hmm.
And one of the men...

The younger one... he had

scarring all along
the bottom of his face.

Mm-hmm.

Miss Lilly,
back then, did you
or your husband work?

My husband, Butch,
he's always worked.

He was offshore
for City Services.

Did he pay his taxes?

Always. Heh!
A lot of good it did him.

Thank you so much.

You've been
really helpful.
Thank you.

There you go.

Husband took the write-off.
December '94.

$265 paid by Butch Hill

to Childress and Son
Maintenance.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Yes, yes.
Here we go.

Business license first issued

to Billy Childress, 1978.

Same name as that...

Sheriff.
Yeah.

Uh... OK.

Business license not renewed

since 2004.

OK.

Name comes up a lot
in public records.

Looks like they had
a lot of parish contracts.

Public, state property,
landscape, yeah.

That's what I want.
I want to know
where he was.

OK.

All over the coast, OK?

It looks like
they did maintenance

for a lot of schools,

playgrounds, cemeteries...

Run a background
on Billy Childress.
Find his son.

OK.

Here we go.

William Lee Childress,
born to Lizbeth Childress,

1944, Erath.

No son showing.

Address... DMV,
old license...

Highway 27 South.

Get out of here! Go on!

Oh! Oh!

Can you smell
the flowers, Miss Billie?

One to the feds,
one to State CID,

one to State Attorney,
one to U.S. Attorney.

Two to national papers,

two to local papers, two
to national channels.

It's the whole story,

near as we got it.

There's a copy
of the tape in each one,

the case files,
our depositions...

Everything we got.

Now, 24 hours passes
and I don't stop you,

mail 'em all out.

Then lay low a while.

Ah.

So how's that case
going, uh, Lake Charles?

None of your fucking business.

Your old partner
give you anything yet?

None of your fucking business.

Why'd you call me?
Why not my partner?

You, I can read.
Him, I can't.

And why would you
need to do that?

What have you two been doing?

All those late nights.
Your offices
the last month.

Christ, and that's it?
That's all you got?

Ain't for you to know,

but I know you been
pulling case files
all over south Louisiana.

It's about
Cohle's theory, way back?

He's fucking with you.

He's a manipulator, sociopath.

You know this.

Do you know about Sam Tuttle,

all the branches of the family?

The, uh, marsh cult,

devil worship, child sacrifices?

You sound like Cohle.

It points in every
direction but him, huh?

Man, I knew you were
gonna say that.
You know something,

you're obstructing.
We don't know,

but we're following up an idea.

May be nothing, but...

Ahem... time comes,

we... we know
we got something,

you get a call,
you gonna do
the right thing?

You speak in riddles
to me, white man.

You sound like Cohle, again.

We get something,
do you want the call

or you want it to go
to someone else?

Give it to me.

Just make sure you come runnin'.

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That taste.

What?

Aluminum,

ash.

I've tasted it before.

You still see things, ever?

It never stops, not really.

What happened to my head,
it's not something
that gets better.

Uh, this is it.

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Call Papania.

Shit.
Can't get a signal.

I'm gonna ask to use the phone.

You know what?
I'll go ask.

Marty.

This is the place.

Hello.

Aw, damn it!

Oh, pardon me, ma'am.

Uh, we're professional surveyors

and got lost on
these back roads like
a couple of greenhorns.

Uh, cell phone is
getting no service.

Is there any way
that I could, uh,

use your phone?

We don't have
no phone, Mister.
Oh.

That's too bad.
Yeah.

No, I said!

Stop it over there
or I kick you!

Could I trouble you
for a glass of water?

The water
around here is
not real good.

Sit, I said! Stop it!
I'm gonna kick you!

Where's Billy Childress?

Old Bill?
Yeah.

He's in this house, Mister.

Oh,
th-this isn't his?

Well, who... who do
you, uh, who do you
live here with?

I think you should go now.

Mm-hmm, uh, hey,
where is he?

All around us,

before you were born...

and after you die.

No! No!

Get out of my house, Mister!

Marty, clear the house!

Don't move!

On your knees, now!

On your knees! Now!

No.

Fuck.

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Ohh.

Everybody has a phone.

Where's yours?

He's gonna come for you.

He's worse than anybody.

No, you...

Where's your
fuckin' phone?!
No!

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Come with me, little man.

Come in here with me.

Rust?

Yeah!

Rust!
Here!

Come on inside,
little priest.

To your right, little priest.

Take the bride's path.

This is Carcosa.

You know what they did to me?

Hmm?

What I will do to all

the sons and daughters of man.

You blessed Reggie...

Dewall.

Acolytes.

Witnesses to my journey.

Lovers.

I am not ashamed.

Come die with me, little priest.

Rust?

Rust!

Now, take off your mask.

Rust.

Aah!

Oh, fuck.

Ah, he cut me
pretty good, Marty.

No, Rust.

It ain't bad.

It ain't bad.

Oh.

Get me a forward team
in the house.
Yes, sir.

Get me a second team
on that back house.
Going around back.

Deputy,
light up those woods.

Here!

Here! We're here!

Hey!

That's the last thing
I remember.

I was on the ground.

Sirens.

Saying my friend's name.

The girl's a nut.

She talked some, but...

This group of guys,
pedophiles in Sulphur.

Voodoo worship.

Man Cohle shot dead was
the old man's son.

No records.

Girl was at least
a half-sister.

- DNA comparison...
- Stop.

Really, man. Stop.
I don't want to hear it.

Well, we're still
cataloguing
everything,

but knife casts
came back from
that shed.

One of them
matched our
Lake Charles case,

another matched
Dora Lange's wounds.

Had his prints.

Hmm.

Look, man,
we owe you
on this collar.

How's Rust?

Hasn't woke up.

Been in a coma since surgery.

They came by,
you first got here.

Thank you, Ted. No.

Ma'am.

Hi.

It's so good to see y'all.

I...I didn't expect you.

How are you?

Oh, good.

I'm fine.

Yeah, I... I'll be fine.

I mean... I... I am...

fine.

And now the latest news update

in the case of alleged
Louisiana serial murderer

Errol William Childress.

It's a story that first broke
nationwide two weeks ago,

when two former police officers,

now private detectives,
released information

to a number of news
and law enforcement agencies.

Our last update confirmed
physical evidence

at the suspect's home
proved connections

to dozens of missing persons.

In the meantime, the State
Attorney General and the FBI

have discredited rumors
that the accused was in some way

related to the family of
Louisiana Senator Edwin Tuttle.

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What are you doing here?

Nothin'. Nurse said
I could come in.

Are you watching me sleep?

Well, you know what?
I just got here.

I was gonna leave,
but then you woke up.

Jesus, what's your
fuckin' problem?

Nothing.
What's your problem?

Not a care in the world.

I saw him, Marty.

He was mowing that schoolyard

on Pelican Island in '95.

I couldn't tell how tall he was

'cause he was sittin'
and his face was...

It was dirty,
but I... I saw him.

That's what's bugging you?

Tuttles, fucking men
in the video.

We didn't get 'em all.

Yeah, and we ain't
gonna get 'em all.

That ain't what kind
of world it is,
but we got ours.

I'm not supposed to be here.

Yeah.

Well...

I'll come back by
tomorrow, buddy.

Why?

Don't ever change, man.

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Ahem.
Doc said, uh,

probably get out in a few days.

I'll make sure you got
a ride, place to stay.

Yeah, I'll figure it out.

Well, it's already
been figured out.

Oh, hey.

I brought you something.

Are we getting engaged?

If we were getting engaged,
I'd have got a nicer ribbon.

Heh!
You remembered.

Yeah.

Ah, let's get out from
under this roof, huh?

Good idea.

Hey, I can push
two goddamn wheels
on my own.

Yeah, I ought to let you
and rip out your fuckin'
stitches. Stop it.

Feeling better?
Your head, I mean.

Ah, I shouldn't even
fuckin' be here, Marty.

I believe "no shit"
is the proper response

to that observation.

Nah, I don't mean like that.

It's something else.

Well, so...
talk to me, Rust.

There was a moment...

I know when I was
under in the dark

that something...

whatever I'd been reduced to,

you know, not even
consciousness.

It was a vague awareness
in the dark,

and I could...

I could feel my definitions

fading.

And beneath that...
darkness, there was
another kind.

It was... it was deeper,

warm, you know,
like a substance.

I could feel, man,

and I knew, I knew my daughter

waited for me there.

So clear.

I could feel her.

I could feel...

I could feel a piece
of my... my pop, too.

It was like I was
a part of everything

that I ever loved,
and we were all...

the 3 of us, just...
Just fadin' out.

And all I had to do
was let go...

and I did.

I said, "Darkness,
yeah, yeah."

And I disappeared.

But I could...
I could still feel

her love there,

even more than before.

Nothing...

There was nothing but that love.

Then I woke up.

Hey, uh...

Didn't, uh...

didn't you tell me
one time at dinner

once, maybe,
about you used to...

you used
to make up stories
about the stars?

Yeah, that was...

That was, um,

in A-Alaska,

under the... under
the night skies.

Yeah, you used to lay
there and look up,

yeah, at the stars?

Yeah, and you remember I...

I never watched
a TV till I was 17,

so there wasn't much
to fuckin' do out there

besides walk around
and explore and...

And...

and look up at the stars
and make up stories.

Like what?

I tell you, Marty, I've
been up in that room

looking out those
windows every night here
and just thinking...

It's just one story.

The oldest.

What's that?

Light versus dark.

Well,

I know we ain't
in Alaska, but...

appears to me
that the dark has
a lot more territory.

Yeah.

You're right about that.

Hey, listen, hey.

Yeah, what?

Why don't you point me
in the direction
of the car, man?

I've spent enough
of my fuckin' life
in hospitals.

Jesus. Oh.
You know what?

I'd protest,

but it occurs to me
that you're unkillable.

You want to go back,
get clothes or anything?

No, anything
I left back there,
I don't need.

You know, you're
looking at it wrong,
the... sky thing.

How is that?

Well, once, there was only dark.

If you ask me,
the light's winning.

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