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He's a strange one.

The brother John,
he seems to be...

...not your typical
Wind Gap fare.

I don't know how this family
will ever get over it.

We didn't.

She could be a great writer,

maybe even have a life,

but she needs to deal
with her issues.

Here, little piggy!

Come on! Get back here!

Get up, you little...

- Hey, John!
- Gonna bring me some bacon?

- Oh, what's the matter, John?
- You break your ankle?

- Snatch it!
- Pretend it's a little girl.

Big guns!

Well, isn't this
a shit-ton of stupid.

Go on, now,
party's over.

Ah, shit.

Don't tell Mama.

- She loves her roses so much.
- Shh!

Come on.

- Oh! What are we drinkin'?
- No. We are definitely not drinkin'.

- Ohh. Boring.
- Mm-hm.

- There is never anything to do here.
- No?

So what were you up to?

Hangin' with my friends.

They love me.

They do, ya know?
Love me.

They'd do anything for me.

I just ask, and...

- They're my besties.
- Here, take this.

Why are you
being sweet to me?

Why shouldn't I be?

'Cause I'm not nice.

I wasn't nice either
when I was your age.

Well, I'm nearly a woman.

That's what Adora says.

Adora doesn't
know about you.

But I do.
I can tell.

You hate this place like me...

but you love dead girls.

Couldn't stay away.

I'm here for the paper,
that's all.

Hm. You weren't curious?

- About Wind Gap?
- About me.

Drink this.

Do you have a boyfriend?

Nope.

- Don't you want one?
- Sometimes. Depends.

Kids?

Don't you want a little... baby?

Babies are so cute.

Mmm.

Well, I wouldn't know the
first thing to do with a baby.

You take care of them.

You can practice on me,
if you want.

You seem to be doing a pretty
good job taking care of yourself.

I've never had a sister.

Hmm.

I just want to know you.

Sister.

My long-lost sister.

We checkin' in?

We are.

Let me see.

Come on.

Press hard.

Sign on the third page and
we'll get that patched up.

You have insurance?

Yeah.

Alice.

Time's up.

I have an intake.

Well, find somebody.

- Come, on, five more minutes.
- No, I can't. Go on.

Am I the only one workin'
in this goddamn place?

Yes!

Go.

Yes, let me talk to him.

You're kidding me.

Alice, Camille.
Camille, Alice.

Good night, girls.

Don't talk to me.

Hello.

Did I wake ya up?

No, I just got back
from spin class.

Your piece wasn't bad.

It'll be on the website later,
paper tomorrow.

Good. When can I come home?

Mm-mm.
You know what I want.

Are parents
taking precautions?

Are people letting kids
out of their sight?

And don't be afraid
to get a little personal.

Like, how does it
feel to be home?

Easy.

Every day is a gift.

Last night,
I threw up three times.

- I don't like it.
- It's just chills, dear.

- Give Dr. Manning a call.
- Just in case.

I love you, love you, love you.

Where's Camille, Mama?

Have a nice day.

Whaddya know, Joe?

A mysterious trucker

who murdered two girls
ten months apart.

Half the workers over there
are fuckin' Mexicans.

Whole villages move up
from... wherever.

Bring their families, their habits,
who knows what else.

- Fuckin' bullshit. - So you're
looking at a trucker or a Mexican

or anyone that doesn't actually live
in or about the town of Wind Gap.

You don't know the people...

I know this is a crime of passion.

Nobody touched those girls.

Passion doesn't always
have to equal sex.

This type of thing can scratch
a different kind of itch.

Power. Control.

Now you're just
makin' shit up.

I was asked down here
because this is what I do.

I went through your
incident reports,

and most Saturday nights
you got a few rowdy teens

and the same drunk
stealing the same car

and leaving it in
the same cow pasture

as last Saturday night.

His name is Earl.

And it was his car
before he lost it in a bet.

Right, you know these people.
And 9 out of 10 murder victims,

they knew their killer.

The teeth, the strangling,
someone had

a particular problem with
those particular girls.

Anyone fit that profile?

Any specific
fuckin' Mexican, Bill?

That'd be great for you,
wouldn't it?

- Killer with a grudge.
- What does that mean?

A serial? I betcha that pops
a career into high gear

quicker than shit
through a goose.

I gotta think
of the bottom line.

All the small town sit-on-your-ass
jobs are taken.

You best remember...

my town, my case.

My asshole.

It was someone they knew.

Or it wasn't.

Hi.

She wouldn't talk
to you, huh?

Well she had a few
choice words for me.

She's not doing so well.
Self-medicating.

- Hmm. - We learned about
that in health class.

You learn about that
just by living here.

I'm Ashley.

Wheeler.
John's girlfriend.

- Camille Preaker.
- I know.

I know all about you.

My baby sister Jodes,
she's friends with Amma.

And my older sister Danielle, she was
a freshman when you were a senior.

She said you were
it back in the day.

Yeah, well,
that was a long time ago.

No! Dani's married now.
Three kids.

She got fat.

Well, tell her I said hello.

And to diet and exercise.

I will.

You wanna talk to John, right?

'Cause I can
make that happen.

He listens to me.

Yeah.
Yeah, I'd appreciate that.

It'd be good for him
to talk to someone.

Everyone thinks he's guilty
just 'cause he's sensitive.

I hate that.
I'll bet you're sensitive.

Writers are sensitive.

You could help everyone
understand.

Uh... should I just
wait here?

No. Not now.

He's always agitated
after he talks to his mother.

He's not even
staying here anymore.

He's been staying
with me ever since

Natalie went missin'.

Just come by my house later.
1834 Tillman.

I'll have John ready for you.

Fake piece of shit!

Fuck.

Are you trying to eat it?

What...

I'm... I'm not that good.

Well, yeah.

OK. There you go.

My mama always says

lipstick makes you
look like a lady,

so there you go.

Rub 'em together.

Now you look like a lady.

- Thanks.
- Hmm.

You're lucky you
can still wear skirts.

It's a pain.

Making sure they cover
enough territory.

But I made a promise
to myself.

Three inches
above the knee.

Otherwise, well, you know.

I haven't worn a
skirt since college.

How old are you?

Older than you.

I always thought it was
something you grow out of.

I've just never been very good
at the adult thing, I guess.

Peter Pan of cutting.

Yeah. I won't grow up,
not me.

My mom hates everything
I wear anyway, so...

What about you?
Any visitors today?

Um, my mom
said she's comin', so...

She like your clothes?

No.

God, no.

What kind of stuff
do you listen to?

Oh, that's not really
my thing, music.

Well, no wonder
you're here, girl.

Ah, you're here too, girl. FYI.

Yeah, but...

Want these? I can get the hell
out of here whenever I want.

Hi.

You lookin' at him?
John Keene?

I got my eyes on everyone.

You talkin' about the case,
or you just talkin' about me?

- What, you're not gonna share anything?
- Not with you.

Come on. Theories? Suspects?
You can either help me get it right,

- or I can, um...
- Or what, you go to Vickery,

give him that big-eyed flirt
you throwin' my way?

What can I say?
I love my job.

Well, good luck with that.

He's a hamster on a wheel
chasin' imaginary truckers.

Mexican hog workers.

You don't think he's right?

No comment.

Come on.
The teeth, the bodies..

it sure doesn't
feel random, does it?

And that dirt that you pulled
off of Bob Nash's tires...

you trying to tell me
he's not a suspect?

I'm not trying to
tell you anything.

- OK, give me some insight.
- I read your sob story.

Wait till the rest of this
place gets a hold of it.

They'll all be juicin'
up their stories,

angling for their 15 minutes.

And that bullshit
from Natalie's room?

There's no way her mom
lets you in there.

The best thing
for both of us...

stay out of my way.

You know, if I were paranoid, Chief,
I'd think you were checkin' up on me.

I'm not the one writin'
stories about our town.

You think about it,
it's you checkin' up on us.

You really think that Ann
and Natalie were murdered

by some random trucker?

That boy from Kansas City talks
like a woman from Wind Gap.

Doesn't help anything,

you talkin' to people,
riling folks up.

You got two mutilated
girls on your hands.

Someone else is
doing the riling.

Yeah, Ann was a talker,

bossy sometimes,
but she was smart.

Different smart
from the other kids.

She'd ask me things that
were grown-up, you know?

Stuff she thought was dumb,
stuff she thought was funny.

Can't do that
with my other kids.

Hell, I can't even do
that with my wife.

She had never wanted kids.
That was all me.

Figured it would be different
once she loves 'em.

What kind of person does that?

Hurt a child?

Somebody with no feeling inside,
is that it?

Are you talking about your wife,
or are you talking...

Ann. The person
who did that to Ann.

And the police, they haven't
found a goddamn thing.

You don't think they're
doing a good job?

They're talkin' to me.
Like I'm the one.

Do you think that has anything
to do with your DUIs?

Or, um, the assault?
I did some checkin'.

What, you never
had a few too many?

I got into a fight once...

so that means I
killed my daughter?

- No, I'm not implying that.
- Yeah, but they are!

That guy from Kansas City?

He's been all over me
and all over my family?

You know what?

Do you still think that it's
a man that killed Ann?

'Cause there's a little boy who said
that he saw a woman grab Natalie.

- What, the Capisi kid?
- Yeah.

No. It was a man.
I'd put money on it.

The women around here,
they don't kill with their hands.

- They talk, and you're dead.
- That's true enough.

If I was pretty and that Keene
boy lived on this side of town,

it'd be a whole different story.

He's got no alibi.

- John Keene has no motive.
- What, and I do?

That kid, he's all quiet, he keeps to
himself like he's got something to hide.

You know? Maybe urges,
things he can't control.

I seen him sometimes
out by the plant...

What?

- Ms. Crellin's here.
- I am so sorry, Bob.

I had no idea she would come
here and pressure you.

- No... - No, we're just
in the middle of...

How dare you interrogate him?

You are not the police, Camille.

You are not to harass
good people.

Um, your mama,
she tutored Ann.

- Ann was so fond of her.
- Camille.

I think you should leave.
I'm here on a social visit.

Your presence here
is inappropriate.

- We weren't done talkin'...
- Yes.

You are.

Damn it!

Hey, Charlie.

Thank you.

I appreciate what you did,

and I apologize for my
daughter's behavior.

Which one?

What are you
talkin' about?

I caught Amma out after
curfew with her friends.

- Amma! - Come on now,
there's no need for that.

Gayla? Gayla.

- Yes, miss? - Would you
fetch Amma for me, please?

And get the Chief his usual.

The usual with coffee, or ice?

Thank you, darlin'.

How did you know
Camille was at Bob's?

You're not having
him watched, are you?

We got eyes on him.
He's not the only one.

I refuse to believe
he'd kill his own child.

Who would do such a thing?

We're investigating
all leads, Adora.

Well, I do hope you're
getting somewhere.

- The detective...
- He's convinced it's one of ours.

- But you're not, are you?
- I'm not sure.

Might have to start wrapping
my head around the idea.

But you're broadening the search.
What about the slaughterhouse?

A little obvious,
don't you think?

Those girls.

I was a part of their lives.

And with Marian,
it feels personal.

Hey, we'll get there.
It's all right.

We'll get there,
we'll get there.

We're checkin' everybody
you got workin' for ya,

all the people you let go.

You wanted to see me, Mama?

Chief Vickery told me
something I find alarming.

- Come here.
- I've gotta get back to work.

I'll have this coffee
another time.

What...
What are you wearing?

I was, uh, just playing...

dress-ups with Kelsey, and...

You are not to be outside
this house after curfew.

- Never.
- I was safe.

That is not for you to decide.

- Well, you let Camille do it!
- Excuse me?

You think bad things didn't happen
to little girls when she was my age?

I know they did.
And you let Camille...

And look what
happened to her.

You need to understand

your sister does not
see herself in a good light.

It's caused her difficulty.

You need to be careful
with Camille.

- What difficulty?
- She's not someone to be admired.

No. Look at me.
Look at me.

You are not safe
around her.

Do you understands me?

Do you understand?

Come in.

We're in the carriage house,
in the back. Follow me.

Come on in.

So, you've been
staying with Ashley?

Yeah. Yeah, her parents
have been very kind.

How does your mother
feel about it?

She understands.

It's, uh... it's just not comfortable
for me there right now.

Oh, I thought...
I thought school was out.

Oh, it is.

Sometimes I just get
to feelin' spirited.

Oh, can I get you
one of those?

No. No.

OK, John, uh, do you mind?

Oh, no, we don't mind.

So what I would like to be
able to do is just really...

describe Natalie
to our readers.

She was such a tomboy.

Always climbin' trees,

and skinnin' her knee.

Well, Bob Nash has been talkin'
to me about Ann and Natalie.

Why is Bob Nash
talking about Natalie?

It's not just Mr. Nash. Other people
are saying that you two had

a very, um...
close relationship.

- And what's that supposed to mean?
- Bob Nash is a drunk.

He doesn't even
pretend to hide it.

Well, did you guys spend
a lot of time together?

Yeah, of course,
she was my sister.

What did Bob Nash
say about me?

I'm more interested to
know what you have to say.

I bet he told you all about
his perfect little Ann, right?

Sometimes I think if
Natalie never met her...

That little girl...
is dead, too.

He has a lot of sorrow
in his heart for her.

Um...

did the police
speak with you?

- About what?
- Your alibi.

Where you were the night
that Natalie went missin'.

I was out drivin' around.

I'm not sure
that a grand jury

will appreciate the romance
of an open highway.

- I told ya. - Ashley doesn't
appreciate it, either.

I do.

It's just a...

it's a smaller town
than I'm used to.

John is just being noble.

He was with me that night.

Ashley, no.

- No, listen...
- No.

Look, I'm not gonna have
people thinkin' my boyfriend

is a fuckin' baby killer,
thank you very much.

Hey.

How long have you
lived here, John?

A little over two years.
Since I was a sophomore.

You like it here?

I miss...

I miss that in
the city you can...

you can walk outside
your front door

and there's people
all around you.

And they don't know
a thing about you.

You could be anyone.

Natalie never cared
what people thought.

Like this one time,
she made up her own language

with the alphabet
and everything.

She was so excited she refused
to speak English for a week.

I shoulda learned it.

I hate it here.

If we'd never come here,
Natalie'd still be alive.

No, you don't mean that.

If you'd never come,
we wouldn't be together.

It's this town.

It's this town. And someone
here killed my little sister.

I'm just gonna go get him.

- We can finish this another time.
- One second.

John?

Mama?

I suppose you spent
your day chatting it up

to anyone who would
talk to you.

"Work. "

I'm sorry.

I didn't understand
how well you knew him.

I told you I did.

How dare you question
me in my own home?

How dare you take
advantage of Bob?

Did you see him
when you left?

That man was
practically quivering.

He lost his daughter.

You have no idea
what that's like.

- I didn't mean to...
- You never mean to do anything.

And yet you cause
so much hurt.

Bob...

Amma...

- Amma?
- She's a little girl, Camille.

She... she doesn't understand
what you are.

Ohh. Look what you've done.

I didn't crash the cart
into the rose bushes, Mama.

Nothing's ever
your fault... is it?

Camille?

Does it get better
with your family?

Maybe when I'm older, like you?

No.

Not really.

So what do you do?

You survive.

Thank you.

Hey.

Let's get out of here.

Do you think Amma's safe

with Camille in the house?

Why wouldn't she be?

Coming and going at all hours,
the drinking.

She sets a bad example.

Well, Camille's a grown woman.

Her choices don't
reflect on us.

She makes me feel as if I've
done something wrong.

As if I'm a bad mother.

You do everything you can

for your children.

You're good to me, Alan.

Then perhaps I should
stay with you tonight.

Just in case.

I'm sure that
won't be necessary.

Good night.

Hey.

Jodes told me you were
over at her place

- talkin' to John Keene.
- Yeah.

Did he confess?

- Do you think he did it?
- I don't know.

- You do. You think he did it.
- Amma.

He's probably innocent.

I mean, he cries a lot,
but... he's OK.

Ashley is such a bitch.
I don't know what he sees in her.

- She's very pretty.
- At parties and stuff

he's always lookin'
over his shoulder at me.

It's me he likes.
I can tell.

He's a little old for you,
don't you think?

No.

I'm "almost a woman,"
remember?

All the same, you should
give him some space.

He's going through a lot.

Whatever.

He's not my type.
Too pretty.

- I'm goin' out. Wanna come?
- No, you are not.

Amma, you're the same
age as Natalie and Ann.

Would you have gone
if you were me?

Yes.

But I was stupid,
and you're not.

But I'll be sure I'm safe.

Like you comin' with me...

C'mon, we'll party.

- You and me.
- No, I need to stay home.

When I finish my work,
I'm gonna go to sleep.

Just like you need to stay
home and go to sleep.

- I want you to be safe.
- Whatever.

Amma...

you promise me?

Fine. I promise.

Mama says I need to
be careful around you.

Is that true?
Are you dangerous?

Thought you were
the wild one.

I hung out in parking lots
and I talked to boys.

Wild was different back then.

Sleep well, sister.

- Gimme two more of those.
- Yeah.

It's a peace offering.

I spoke with John Keene.

He says he feels like he
has a bullseye on his back.

What do you think?

Hmm. Little sensitive.
Cries at the drop of a hat. Unlikely.

Besides, even if his family's messed up,
he kills his beloved sister?

- It doesn't make any sense.
- True.

She wasn't molested, though.

So, uh, have you eliminated
him as a suspect,

or is he still active?

- Seriously?
- Seriously.

- Seriously.
- I'm a pariah here.

Vickery,
he thinks I'm a threat,

the folks around here,
they fuckin' hate me.

I don't know what I don't know.

That's 'cause
you're not from here.

So enlighten me.

How do you suggest
I do that, Officer?

Show me around Wind Gap.
Give me some history.

Well, we don't have any
toothless corpses in our past,

- if that's your angle.
- That's not what I'm saying.

It could be some old crime
that leads to a hidden motive,

something's been festering.

What do I get out of it?

Other than my
charming company?

I'll answer three
questions for you.

All right, boys,
let's get out of here.

Let's go.

You done drinkin'?

Back in high school,
this was the place.

This was party central.

It was like the Midwest
Lord of the Flies,

with bonfires
and drinkin' and...

heavy petting.

Yeah. I can picture
you doing that.

Outdrinkin' the boys,
leading 'em on.

So let me guess. You were like
a preacher's daughter?

Looks, money, and brains?

Well, looks and money will get
you pretty far in this town.

- And brains?
- That'll get you out of this town.

So why'd you leave?

You're funny.

- OK. Let's dig deep here.
- OK.

Favorite color?
Favorite ice cream?

Favorite season?

- Can you handle it?
- Yeah, I can handle it.

Um, uh... black.

Coffee. And winter.

- No one likes winter.
- I like winter.

- It gets dark early. I like that.
- Why?

Because I like the night,
all right?

Leave me alone.

- You leave me alone.
- No. Stop lookin' at me.

- Stop hittin' on me.
You're not my type. - OK.

- I know.
- You're not.

Shit.

Dick.

How's it goin', Dickie boy?

- Good. How you doin'?
- I'm good.

That's cute.

Now, just stop.
All right?

I thought you were stayin' in?

Well, I guess you can't trust
Adora's girls, now, can you?

When you said you
were going to bed,

I didn't know
it was with him.

Dick.

When are you...

When are you gonna
take us for a ride, huh?

- I'd have to arrest you first.
- Ooh.

Handcuffs and all?

Sexy.

- You girls know about
the curfew... - So...

are you guys dating now,
or what?

'Cause I heard Camille's
a real hot ticket.

Or she was.

You should hear the stories,
Dick. They're pretty hot.

- Amma.
- Ask her about the boys.

- Amma.
- All the boys.

Amma.

All right, ladies,
we gotta get goin'.

As always, it was
a real pleasure.

Isn't he a gentleman?

Can't solve a crime, but can help
my sister to his crappy-ass car.

Knock it off.

- Look, that's enough. OK?
- You gonna hit me?

Yeah, you want me to? Huh?

Be dangerous.
Be dangerous like Mama said.

You could kill me right here,
and you know what?

Dickie boy still
couldn't figure it out.

Amma, go home.

- Go.
- All right, go home. OK?

Have fun.

Have fun, Camille.

Nolan!

Speed racers.

Speed-racin' motherfuckers!

Here, let me get that.

Shit. I got it. I got it.

All right? Just...

She's fucking
some detective.

I think I'm gonna walk,
all right?

- You sure?
- Yeah.

Hey, pretty ladies!

Come on, don't be so shy.

Bye, Camille!

I got a beer with
your name on it.

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