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There was a murder last August.

A little girl got strangled.
Another one's missing now.

Get me a story.

I haven't heard
from you in months!

And you just... show up,
stirring everyone up.

Good morning.

Who puts the flowers out there?

Can't say for sure. Why?

Could be the sign of
a guilty conscience.

Out here we just call it
"being nice."

Or maybe whoever's doing it
is superstitious.

Yeah? How so?

Well, they figure
if they honor the dead,

maybe their kids won't end
up like them two girls did.

That's just
magical thinking.

You ever been out
to the creek

where Ann Nash's body
was found, detective?

Yeah.

Well, it's just
smooth water

rolling over sand now.

Well, after Ann died,

the townsfolk went out there
and pulled the rocks out.

The same ones that
snagged the clothesline

that was around
Ann's neck.

They loaded them
into a pickup truck,

took them out to the edge
of town, and smashed 'em.

Nice and smooth.

Like they figured
that destroying them

would ward off
any future evil.

Well, I guess
they left a rock or two.

How does it fit?

Um...

I have a navy,

if you'd rather.

No, I just think my hips

are a little higher
than yours.

Curvy.

It's fine.

I'm fine... fine.

Let... Let me do that.

This funeral

is going to be
very hard.

I loved those girls.

How did you know
those girls again?

Camille, I'm very involved
in the community.

It's our family's duty.

More dead little girls.

As if Marian
wasn't enough.

Were you friends
with Natalie?

Enough to be sad, too,

which is why
I should go.

You're gonna stay
here with Gayla

- and have ice cream.
- Mm-hmm.

I want to know
where you are.

Camille, maybe you
should stay back, too,

given your
state of mind.

I have to go.
It's my job.

I think Camille
knows how to behave.

Adora, we don't
want to be late.

We're fine,
and I don't want you

to talk like that...
like it's work.

We're going to the funeral
to support that poor family.

Ladies, can we
please go?

Yes.

I love you,
love you, love you.

Are you gonna
ride with us?

No, no. I'm gonna drive.

I have to grab my purse.

I'll wait in the car.

All right.

Morning.

Kansas City.

You know,
I've been thinking.

Uh-oh.

Why does a killer
change his M.O. like that?

First body left
at the kill site

in the forest, but
Natalie... she's dumped

in the middle of town
like a prop or a doll.

My daughter had
one of them dolls.

Little "O" for a mouth.

Creepy little
fucking things.

Getting her there
was risky.

Way more chance
of getting caught.

Well, some killers
want to get caught.

A cry for help.

This one likes
making people scared

- for their girls.
- Can we just save

the Silence of the Lambs
routine for another time?

Look, Bill...

I get it, okay.
This is your home.

You gotta look out
for your people,

but odds are the killer
is gonna show up here...

soak up the atmosphere.

I read them books
too, Agent Starling.

Watch out for
anyone trying

to insert himself
into the action.

Anyone trying too hard
with the family.

The nature of this crime,
it's personal.

This guy wants
to rule the town.

Well, he may not
rule it,

but he sure as hell
got our attention.

- Look good?
- That's fine.

Yeah, I know
you're fond of me,

but don't think
this means we're married.

Come on in,
Mrs. Crellin.

This way, please.

Sorry, folks.

So sorry.

Come on, Sweetie.

I saved you a place.

Get your cute,
little butt in here.

Good Lord.

I don't think I've seen you
in a month of Sundays.

You saw me
at the search, Jackie.

I didn't really see you.

See, it was that
sweet tea and its kick.

Please tell me y'all
aren't waiting on us.

Well, we weren't
waiting for the pastor.

That's for sure.

You look great.

I don't know
what I expected.

- You look absolutely...
- Jackie, inside voice.

It's a funeral.

You look great.

They can't
release the body

because of the
investigation.

Can you even
imagine?

That's Natalie's
mama and daddy.

They're divorced.

They keep to themselves.

We gather here to celebrate

the life of Natalie Keene.

Her death is a great tragedy,

but we must turn
our hearts to the light.

We begin with some words
of comfort

from Natalie's mother,
Jeannie Keene.

Jeannie?

Natalie was a surprise baby,

but we were grateful for her.

Almost six years

after our sweet son, a girl.

I taped a pink ribbon

to her little, bald head.

She snatched it off.

Six weeks old, and our girl

knew what she wanted.

She was always like that...

a spitfire, a contrarian,

a tomboy, a goofball.

Smart as a whip,
she didn't suffer fools.

I remember when she was two,

I was making
goo-goo eyes at her.

I swear she rolled her eyes.

In our first home
in Philadelphia,

she'd sneak out
and explore the city.

In Wind Gap,
she roamed the woods

and would report back to us
on everything she saw.

She talked a lot.

She talked a lot when she
had something to say

and was quiet if she didn't.

I wish more grown-ups
had that gift.

It is horrible
to lose a child.

It is unbearable
to lose her this way...

to a murdering fiend.

I know I'm supposed
to be forgiving,

but I am furious.

I know what good people say.

"An eye for an eye
makes the whole world blind."

I wish I could be that gentle.

I want revenge.

I want justice...

for her daddy
who will never get

to walk her down the aisle.

For her brother,
who was her best friend.

And for me who will never, ever

recover from her loss.

We love you, Natalie.

Heaven does, indeed,

have another angel,

but we must know that Natalie

has gone to a better place
to sit with God.

Camille, please.

For the sake of
the family, please.

Now, would you please stand

as we say, together, the words

Our Savior Christ
has taught us?

Our Father who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name,

thy kingdom come,
thy will be done,

on Earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day
our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those
who trespass against us.

And lead us not
into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

- Hi, Sammie.
- Hi.

- Hey, sis.
- What are you doing here?

Shouldn't you be home
eating ice cream?

Any chance I can

bum a few bucks
for the Sprite?

- Sprite?
- Yeah.

Sure.

I knew
you'd be cool.

You all, isn't my
sister the coolest?

- So cool.
- So cool.

So cool.

Don't try to
work me, Amma.

I've been playing
that game for 20 years.

- 20 years?
- Yeah.

Then you're old enough
to be my mom.

Do you know my mom?

Shut up, Jodes.

Amma, Mama
wants you home,

- and I want you home.
- Mm-hmm.

It's dangerous
out there for you.

People are killing
little girls.

Not the cool ones.

Yeah, we're going
straight to Kelsey's,

and I'll be home
before curfew.

I swear.

- Straight there?
- Mm-hmm.

And you call me
if you need a ride?

- You promise?
- Yeah, I promise.

Thank you.

Make sure you
get home before...

- Mama?
- Yeah. Okay.

- Amma.
- Hmm?

Careful with the vodka.

Yeah.

- Thank you, girls.
- Thank you, Sammie.

- Bye, girls.
- Bye!

Jeannie Keene is having

all the mourners
over to her house.

- Uh-huh.
- I think that's pretty nice.

When Marian died,
Mama shuttered our house

for a year with us inside.

Listen. I know this is
delicate ground for you.

- It's not.
- Okay, well, good.

Then get as many personal
details as you can,

and, remember,
you're not there

- to solve the mystery.
- Yeah.

Well, the brother interests me.

He's, uh,
not your typical...

Wind Gap fare.

Excellent. We want characters.

Tell us about the Keene house.

Are Natalie's shoes still out?

Are the photos
friendly or familiar?

Piano books?

Are the paintings
on the wall original

or from Antiques "R" Us
like ours?

Well, why don't I go
through the ice box

while I'm at it?

Hey, don't be
a wise-ass, kiddo.

You know what I mean.

This could be your big break

if you do it right.

You gotta stop
saying that.

All right.

Don't go gentle.

Get what you need
for this story.

You're right. Yes, sir.

Okay, kiddo.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye.

If you're
about to say...

You can't solve
all the problems

- of the entire world?
- The other one.

Hope you know
what you're doing?

- Bingo.
- I understand

what you're
trying to do,

but what she needs now
is time.

Don't we all?

Look, she's a great
investigator,

could be a great writer,
maybe even have a life,

but she needs to deal
with her issues

and stop thinking that vodka
doesn't stay on her breath.

You can't fix her like
another thing in this house.

Not now.

Can't take
that on, too.

I'll think about it.

- No, I will.
- Yeah, right.

Yeah, right!

I don't care
who told you to come!

Get the fuck out of this house!

Get out of this house! Come on!

Don't make me
tell you again!

Just beat it!
Get out of here!

- Fuck you!
- Mr. Keene, come on, now.

Beat it!

Son of a bitch!

She thought that
was a good idea.

Mm-hmm. I agree.

- Well, well, well.
- Camille's here.

I'm not sure that's so.

Adora says it's a comfort
to have Marian's room.

The little bitch

just waltzed right in here.

Nah, patrol is what we do.

No, I say we start over

on the beaner side of town.

Think about it.
A man who could slaughter

pigs all day,
that's the type of man

that can yank out
a little girl's teeth.

- All that blood.
- Okay, Chris, stop.

You know where you're going?

Stumbling back
to your bed is where.

I brought John some food.

You need to eat, John.

Ashley, John will eat

when he wants to eat.
Thank you.

Okay.

Would you look at them?

Just sitting
all by themselves

in a group of people.

And then they wonder why

they're not a part
of this town.

The funeral was
nice, at least.

Well, that girl

she described
is not Natalie.

Believe me.
I should know.

Appreciate it.

Deputy Coroner's office.

Camille! I heard
you were back in town.

Watch the liquor,
watch the men.

I'm kidding.

How are you?
You never come home.

Well, she's
in big-shit St. Louis.

I love St. Louis.

Dan and I
took the girls there

after Christmas
last year...

Jack and I were
thinking about that.

Taking the kids
for a visit.

I have four...
all boys.

Wow. Do you have kids, Camille?

- Here. - I said I'm not hungry.

Fine.
Fuck it.

Sorry.

I guess I have
five boys.

What about you, Camille?

You must have a boyfriend.

Mm. Do you guys know
the Keene family?

You know, Angie's due

in September.
Look at this.

Congratulations.

I know I look big.

I get bigger
every time.

What can you do?

So, um,
the brother, John,

he seems to be taking
the death kind of...

He's been crying up
a storm.

I don't mean
to be mean...

Sure you do.

...but it's
a bit much.

It's like he's
a little boy.

A lot of tears.

Well, did he
fit in at school?

Little Ashley Wheeler

made sure he fit in
with the right crowd.

She's a cheerleader.

Like us in the day,
right?

- Yeah.
- Until you quit us.

But he is
an odd damn duck.

He seems sorta
gay to me.

I mean, that
would make sense

if he's the one
who did it...

because sometimes,
when siblings have

unnatural affections,

that leads
to other things.

God, you watch
too much news.

Camille Preaker!

I'm so damn sick of
your damn theories.

You owe me a scoop...

It was nice
catching up.

...reporter girl.

I hate her dress.

Thank you.

What are you doing
with those nasty vipers?

Lord!

Aww, I'm so happy
to see you.

Your mother shows me
pictures of you, but...

She does?
What pictures?

Well, she paints
a picture of you.

She's so proud.

I do not
believe you, Jackie.

Well, that's 'cause
I lie like a rug.

Ah, you turned out
so...

wonderful, smart,
beautiful,

successful,
and brave.

You do lie, Jackie.

No, I mean it.

I mean it.

You tackled those demons.

My demons are not
remotely tackled.

They're just
mildly concussed.

Oh, well, I'd say
that's better than

the rest of us
isn't it?

Hmm.

How's your mama doing?

She's sad.

I wish you knew her
before Marian.

She was lovely and...

frivolous like a kite.

You still lying,
Jackie?

I don't think so.

You're the best.

I didn't want him
to starve.

I'm sorry
for your loss.

She stunned ants

and fed them
to her spiders.

It was nasty,

but it was good
for Natalie...

the outdoors.

Well...

Sounds like
she was a tomboy.

Was she playing outside
when she went missing?

Overly Park...
broad daylight.

I heard that, uh,

she was friends
with Ann Nash.

Until they weren't.

Fine by me they fell out.

That dad, he's
a strange one.

Have the police
talked to you?

They usually
question the family

these kind of cases.

I was
in Philly at the time.

If that's what
you're asking.

What about your son?

My son loved Natalie.

He would've died
before hurting her.

...ninety-seven, over.

You can't just
go into the room

of a dead little girl.

You of all people
should know

how private,
how personal that is.

Well, I was just, um...

I don't know
how this family

will ever
get over it.

We didn't.

Go report somewhere else,
and let these people be.

Marks on the gums
and inside the cheeks

indicate that the teeth
were removed by pliers.

What kind of pliers?

Household pliers.

Sharp-edged pliers.

How hard is it
to pull a tooth?

It takes a muscle.

Baby teeth come out
a little easier.

The killer would have
some adrenaline pumping

if he did it
right away.

Hi. What's your name?

You know, you guys
are the first kids

I've seen out playing
by themselves.

I ain't no pussy.

I was wondering,
you know Natalie Keene?

No.

But you heard
what happened.

Yeah, from James Capisi
first.

He was here
when it happened.

Did he say who took her?

The woman in white.

Woman in white,
like... like the story?

Ask James Capisi.

Lives over on Crestwood.

Yellow house
with a tire swing.

Would you show me?

Nah, me and James
ain't friends no more.

He got weird.

After the woman in white?

What'd she look like?

Come on.
Throw it, man!

Oh, dear.

You look wan.

I suppose I haven't
really eaten today.

You can't go
giving the girls

advice you don't follow.

You need your strength.

But now, now,

you don't want to look
like a hairless cat.

Don't.

It's not right on
a day like today.

- Don't.
- That's not so.

The Lord
loves the world

and all its
contradictions.

I hope so.

Sorry.

Go get the ball, you idiot.

Fucker.

We don't need nothin'.

Church "brung" us food.

James?

I was just, uh...

I was talking
with your friend...

little guy, mullet.

Dee ain't no friend.

Well, he was just
telling me about

the woman in white.

The one who
took Natalie.

She did.

Well, did you tell
the police that?

Yes, ma'am.

They say
I'm seeing ghosts.

Oh, it's like
the story.

She ain't no ghost.

It was real.

Did Natalie see her?

We were playing.

Ball went
in the woods,

so she went.

I hollered at her,

but she was gone.

You here by yourself?

Is your mama sick?

She gets along
all right.

But I don't need
no taking care of.

Okay, so I think I need
to talk to your mom now.

Hi, um...

Sorry to bother you.

Uh, your son was
just in the window

when I came by...

He's, uh,
playing with a gun.

Why you care?

Uh, just seems a little
young to have a gun.

Are we breaking
some law or something?

Um, I don't know.

Then screw off.

Mrs. Capisi...

"Mrs. Capisi."

I just wanted to
talk to you about

what your son saw when
Natalie Keene was taken.

I'd talk for a fifty.

I'm not allowed
to pay for...

Then I'm not
allowed to talk.

Mama!

- Mama!
- Yeah.

You need to take your nap.

Ugh! Thank fucking God.

That's nice of you.

Didn't want Mrs. Keene
driving through town

getting hit with
sign after sign.

Yeah.
Did you do the same

with the signs
for Ann?

I did.

I don't know what
to do with these.

Can't bear to
throw 'em away.

Probably just put 'em

in my desk drawer
next to Ann's.

You have a nice day.

Ugh! God damn.

Got no comment,
Miss Preaker.

I, uh, just spoke
with James Capisi.

I'm just wondering
why the police

are discounting
his story.

You got an eyewitness
to an abduction.

The eyewitness is eight.

He's the kid of a factory
worker, whose mama...

So... So, that's
the problem?

That his mama
makes minimum wage

butchering pigs
for my mama?

How is your mama?
She holdin' up?

She's great.
You know.

So, he's not credible?

Is that what
you're saying?

He's got a mom
with cancer,

and she's a meth addict
on top.

Well, I don't see
how that affects...

That boy...

...when he does
go to school,

he comes with tall tales
about where he's been.

His mama took him
to Disney World.

She wears those
hospital gowns...

white gowns... now he
sees a woman in white

do bad things?
It's a cry for help.

Well, when I was a kid, uh,
we used to scare each other

with stories about
a woman in white

killing little children.

Yeah, that, too.
Town folklore.

Well, I don't know.

Maybe someone doesn't
believe it's folklore.

Maybe they want
to make it real.

Yeah, like I just said,
James Capisi.

There's no woman in white,
Miss Preaker.

Trust me, it's
a man did this.

Bobby, what the hell
are you doing?!

Get over here!

Porch is the limit.
Get over here.

Come on!
Get on the damn porch!

What's wrong with you?

What's wrong
with you, son?

She... you know.

She may be able
to cover that up.

Maker's Mark,
please, double.

Camille Preaker.

Beautiful girl,
come say hi.

Come on, Big City.

Come tell us about
your adventures.

Yeah. Your exploits.

Yeah.

On the job.

No rest for
the wicked, huh?

Nope.

James Capisi's mom
made a call.

Thank you.

Well, I'm surprised
she bothered.

She didn't seem to care
that he had a gun.

This fucking town.

Guns and meth and
pigs... no offense.

None taken.

So, uh, do you
believe him?

James?

We have not eliminated
nor we have identified

any theories
in the Wind Gap case.

Why were you taking soil
off of Bob Nash's tire today?

I get it, Camille.
You can't just sit

with me and have
a drink. I get it.

So, why don't you
do me a favor

and help me
with the case, okay?

Educate me about Wind Gap

because I'll be
honest with you,

I can't quite get
a handle on it.

If somebody says
"bless your heart,"

what they really mean
is "fuck you.

So I've been told
by a woman

who just said,
"bless your heart."

Let me guess.
Jackie O'Neele?

- She's a character.
- She's sweet.

Only woman who was
genuinely nice to me.

Oh, come one. Don't
give me that bullshit.

I heard about you,
princess of Wind Gap.

- Bow down.
- I said "genuinely."

So, how'd you become
a reporter, anyway?

Coming from here?

Well, just because
it's a small town,

doesn't mean
we're all rubes.

Believe it or not,
some of us read.

We even write.

Some of us do.

There you go,
from the admiring

and the envious.

That's what
they said?

I don't really
feel comfortable

saying what they said.

Next up...

Four blowjob shots
just for Camille.

Assholes.

Hey, where you going?
Come on, Kurt.

Okay, Wind Gap.

Sorry, I got
sidetracked.

Not really.
Those, uh, gentlemen

told you a whole lot.

Yeah, I want more.

I'll talk off-record.

Fine. That's fine.

Yeah? Okay then,
intrepid girl reporter.

- Intrepid.
- Do your worst.

Bob Nash, John Keene.
They're suspects. Why?

We always look at
male relatives.

Nash said he was
driving home from work.

Keene said he was
just driving, period.

Neither can prove it.
No tolls, no E-pass,

no CCTV down here,

which... I have to add...
is fucking ludicrous.

Vickery says the killer
is a man.

Positively a man.
Why positively?

The statistics
for one thing,

and, uh, it takes a lot of
strength to pull teeth.

- Says who?
- Me.

I tried it.

You fucking with me?

No, I tried it.

With a giant pig's head.

You're a sick fuck.

Bless your heart.

Look. Look,
now it's right.

Just don't put
too many pillows.

This isn't right.

This isn't right!

We'll make it right, sweet.

So senseless.

Breaks your heart.

Jeannie Keene's
house was very nice.

A little faux bucolic.

Marian, it all just
makes me think of...

But that eulogy
of hers was very odd.

For her to tell the world
she's angry.

Hi.

Where were you?

Uh, well, first I was at, uh...

Never mind.
I don't want to know.

This isn't right.

Shh. Shh.

This isn't right!

Hello?

What do you got, kiddo?

Well, at the church,

the mourners were acting
like the funeral

was the hot ticket in town.

And at the house, there's a

"whatever" sweatshirt
by the door.

John Keene, the brother,

popular because of
his girlfriend.

Probably an oddball
like his sister,

and extremely close
with his sister,

which the town finds odd.

The owner of
Precious Guns and Gold...

I love that.

Yeah, well, he says

that he's all
sold out of guns.

He's okay on gold.

Yeah, and I have
a boy who swears

he saw the woman
in white take Natalie,

which is just a bit
of Wind Gap folklore.

Well, what else
about Natalie?

Basically a profile
on her, you know?

Nothing people
go crazier for

than a murdered
little girl.

Well, I got a look
at her room,

decorated by her mother.

You can tell 'cause it's all

flowery and pink
in contrast to Natalie,

which was sneakers
and dirty clothes

and a spider that she kept
in a jar by the door.

Oh! Now that's gold.

We'll have to figure out
how to use the spider.

"A lover of animals, even ones

that can repel
and frighten."

Yeah. That's good stuff.

The folks give you
permission to be in there?

Otherwise, we're screwed.

Not legally, probably,

but ethically.

We're fine.

Her mom gave me a tour.

Good work, kiddo.

That's all fantastic detail.

Use it.

"An adventurous spirit
whose independent streak

and love of nature
may have been her undoing."

Hmm. What do you think?

It's a bit much.

How many drinks in are you?

Hey, kiddo,

it's a week day.
I'm on the wagon

week days, you know me.

So, how are you
holding up?

Eileen wants to know.

Yeah. Um...

it's a bit... bit
weird being home,

but, uh, it's good
to be working on

something big again.

- Right.
- Yeah.

Now, you'd tell me if...

I'm good, Curry.

Let me be good.

- Okay?
- Okay.

You, uh... you file
as quick as you can.

- Okay.
Well, don't read it

till you've had three more.

You'll think
it's a masterpiece.

Bye.

Yeah, it's...
funny, funny girl.

- It's not right!
- Shh!

- It has to be right!
- Amma, remember...

Hey, what's going on?

- Hey, Mama, what's going on?
- No!

- Stop it!
- Is she all right?

She's scared.
She's lashing out.

She just saw two
of her friends murdered.

You were drunk
at the Keene's house.

I wasn't...

but even if I was,
this is Wind Gap.

- Everyone's drunk.
- Camille...

Now Amma's throwing a fit,

and you're giving me
a lecture about drinking?

- Camille...
- You're amazing.

You will always
find a way to... what?

- Camille... Camille...
- What? What?!

I just want things
to be nice with us,

but maybe I don't know how.

Natalie reminded me
of you.

Always running around
in the woods.

Coming home
wild and filthy.

I thought maybe
I could help her.

Since, clearly,
I couldn't help you.

It's okay, Mama.

I think Camille
could be good.

Can't you, Camille?

Fuck it.

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