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(THEME SONG PLAYING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(FOOTSTEPS)

I'm gonna go make my rounds
on the other end.

I'll check back with you
in about 20 minutes.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

BOY 1: I didn't know Audrey's dad's a cop.

I didn't mean no disrespect.

BOY 2: Yes, sir.
We didn't mean any disrespect.

Audrey's 16.

We got you on statch rape.
You know that, right?

You know what happens
to pretty boys like you

who go up to The Farm on statch charges?

Look at that.

Door come open.

Y'all want to step out a bit?

Take some air'?

No, sir.

I think that you're a
little angry right now.

You telling me how I feel?

That's patronizing.

Two choices.

We do this here with an understanding

that not you or any of your river rat boys
comes within 100 yards of my daughter.

Or we file those charges.

I got a lot of brothers in Angola
who love to owe me a favor.

(FASTENING TAPE RIPS)

Come on out here.

(BOY'S BREATH TREMBLING)

- HART: Come on.
- (BOY EXHALES)

Come out here.

A man's game charges a man's price.

You take that away from
this, if nothing else.

Oh!

(GROANING)

(COUGHS)

Aah!

(COUGHS)

(PANTING)

Please! (WHIMPERS)

I'm sorry. Please!

GILBOUGH: Disciplinary reports say
he was acting unstable even before.

What happened, you and him?

Two formal reprimands. Suspension.

Your major back then, Salter,
wrote "manic state."

Right here.

No, he, uh, started pulling lost time more.

But okay.

And, for whatever reason,

he started working something
that t didn't know about.

Old missing persons.

What you want, man?

Nothing here for you.

COHLE: I'm with the State
Police department.

If you're Terry Guidry,
I'd like to talk to you about your boy.

Sheriff call for a search party?

They had a marine unit out there.

Spotlight, everything.

Nothing.

Four weeks later,
wildlife fishers found his pirogue.

All broke up.

They said it could have been a gator.

Where did Sonny go to school?

Queen of Angels.

One of them Tuttle schools.

We didn't sleep
them first four weeks Sonny was missing.

Drove his mama crazy.

(VOICE TREMBLING)
She thought she heard him, under the water.

(WHISPERS) Calling for her.

(SNIFFLES) Hey, man, look,
why don't you just get out of here?

Please.

I don't want to get arrested. Just get.

Before I do something to you.

If it's wrong, I want it right.
That's all I got.

We're not going to talk to you...

Personal matters like this...
Without you...

You don't want to talk about something,
it's okay. No problem.

You sure we can't get you any coffee, or...

No, thank you.

PAPANIA: You worried about your ex?

It's okay. We're not looking at him.

And nobody wants to.

What are you looking for from me?

Well, perspective, I guess.

Something went down, 2002.

Your (ax-husband's partner, Rustin Cohle.

In a former life,

I used to exhaust myself navigating
crude men who thought they were clever.

So ask your questions or I'm leaving.

PAPANIA: (LAUGHS)
That's a cop's wife, all right.

Not anymore.

GILBOUGH: We're not trying
to work you, ma'am.

Word of honor.

We need to know about Rustin Cohle in 2002.

Why he took off. What he's done since.

PAPANIA: Have you had any contact
with Cohle, Mrs. Sawyer, since 2002?

No, I haven't.

PAPANIA: But you knew him well enough.

I mean, he was your husband's partner.

Rust, yeah, I knew him.

Not as well as other people.

Why exactly are you asking about him?

GILBOUGH: Something bad happened.

Maybe Cohle's involved.

More we look at him, it don't look good.

Something went real wrong with him
a long time ago.

I knew Rust to be a good man.
So I can't imagine what I can offer.

Rust knew exactly who he was

and there was no talking him out of it.

Marty's single big problem
was he never really knew himself.

So he never really knew what to want.

But I'm big enough
to not stay angry at someone for that.

Not after all this time.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

WOMAN: Thank you so much.

- Have a good day.
- WOMAN 2: Thank you.

Can I help you with anything, sir'?

Oh, yeah. Uh, please.
I was thinking about this one.

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)

Fuck!

Excuse me. Can I get a
dirty martini, please?

- WOMAN: Coming right up.
- Thanks.

Big weekend planned?

Oh, yeah. Uh, yeah.

Has all the makings of a good time.

You're a cop, aren't you?

How'd you know'?

L, uh...

I think I saw you before, years back.

- You get in some trouble?
- (SCOFFS) No. Uh...

You came around this place I was staying
asking about a girl.

Oh.

Marty.

Beth.

(DISTANT TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(BELL runes)

We're closed.

You always hit the bottle
this early in the day, Reverend?

(SIGHS)

Who are you?

You don't remember me?

Hmm?

I came to see you at your revival tent,
January '95.

Looks like you gave that up.

COHLE: Mid-'80s, you were still
with the Tuttle ministry then.

What do you know about a Tuttle organization
that was set up to finance rural schools?

It was called Wellsprings.

It was an evangelical initiative
to provide religious education

as an alternative to public schooling
in rural communities.

Pan of the reason there were
so many dropouts in the state,

a lot of kids had to bus an hour or more.

You know about that school
on Pelican Island?

I don't know it specific.

But there was one in 1988.

Accusations of children
being interfered with.

I never found anything on that.

It was kept internal, I think.

Maybe it was nothing.
Maybe people was paid.

It's got nothing to do with me, mind you.
I was going to school in Baton Rouge.

Gossip around the seminary,
but we didn't give credence to rumors.

Why'd you leave?

Bureaucracy.

Politics.

Don't lie to me.

Why'd you leave?

Part of our lay duties was custodial.

One night,
cleaning the senior minister's library,

I knocked over a very old volume.

The Letters of Telios DeLorca.

Twelfth-century Franciscan mystic.
Very obscure.

When I picked up the book,
this little folder falls out.

A little folder of pictures.

Pictures of children.

Naked.

Looked like they were sleeping.

(WHISPERS) And what did you do?

I took it over to the Morals Officer,
Deacon Farrar.

He was close with Tuttle,
vice-president of the college.

- He didn't do nothing?
- No.

He seemed angry that I brought it to him.

He even intimated that maybe
I was confessing to something.

I had to prove to him that I wasn't.

He promised to look into it.

I left by the time Wellsprings shut down.

Why'd you quit the revival, hmm?

Our last two tents were vandalized.

I lost heart.

A little too much of this.

All my life I wanted to be near 10 God.

The only nearness,

silence.

BETH: Oh, it wasn't as bad as it seemed.

Better than most. Jan was a decent lady.

I heard she sold the ranch a while back.

I can't believe that was you.

Saved up money for a place,
got a straight job.

I'd run off from a bad situation
when we first met.

Well, it's just so great
how you turned everything around.

Look at you.

Well, you're a big hero in the papers.

Aw, they made a bigger deal
of that than it was.

I haven't been too heroic of late.

Just...

You're a good man.

Anybody can see that.

I saw it the first time I met you.

God gave us these flaws.

And something I learned?

He doesn't see them as flaws.

There is nothing wrong
with the way he made us.

The universe forgives all.

(CHUCKLES)

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

You want some bourbon?

(BETH MOANING)

HART: Mmm.

Oh, yeah.

(MOANING)

Oh, yeah.

(GROANING)

PAPANIA: What happened in 2002?

You pulled our last case?

Charmaine Boudreaux?

It was in all the papers. Marshland Medea.

- You know who Medea was?
- Yeah.

We had a lot of static
after that, me and him.

That was a bad one.

I always thought it contributed,
Rust's state of mind when he walked.

SIDS.

What is that?

It's a four-letter word.
S-I-D-S. But, I mean,

what is it?

It's an old word, like a curse.

Not a language anyone speaks.

But that's what happened to Jessica,
your first.

They said.

Your second, Jody. Twenty-three days old.

Autopsy showed no signs of trauma, so...

SIDS.

I lost one myself, Charmaine.

I lost a marriage, too.

Now your third.

You had him last year.

Jesus, lady'
you ever hear of a fucking condom?

Birth control's a sin.

A child is a wonderful thing.

(CHARMAINE SNIFFLES)

(sesame)

COHLE: A child is wonderful.

You see, sometimes, people

mistake a child as an answer for something.

You know, like a way to change their story.

Charmaine, have you ever heard
of something called

Munchausen by proxy?

(WHISPERS) No.

At exactly 4:49 a.m.,

the sleep apnea monitor that was
hooked up to your child was unplugged

for 36 minutes.

Then it was plugged back in, and by that
time, the child's vitals had flatlined.

(GASPS QUIETLY)

Charmaine, I need you
to talk to me about some things.

- Okay?
{VOICE TREMBLES)

How's it going?

HART: He's getting it.

COHLE: You should sign that.

(CHARMAINE SOBBING)

The newspapers
are going to be tough on you.

And prison is very, very hard
on people who hurl kids.

If you get the opportunity,
you should kill yourself.

What? (sesame)

What? Please.

What? Wait.

(CHARMAINE SOBBING)

Jesus!

This evil bitch.

I called Pennsylvania, tried to get
homicides on the first two kids,

but looks like we may only have the one.

- Well, it's still life.
- Yeah.

Good job.

Listen, Marty, type that
up for me, will you?

Excuse me?

You got somewhere to be?
This confession is, like, 40 pages.

What, you got somewhere to be?

Come on, man. You want me to
tie your shoes for you, too'?

HART: Hey!

Hey!

What the fuck's with the attitude, huh?

Like my time is less than yours?

Oh, you got things to do, Marty?

Need to go home to the family,
play with the kids?

Don't get up my ass
just 'cause you ain't getting any.

- Oh.
- You should have held onto your woman.

Getting laid was good for you.

God damn. You moron.

God damn.

You, these people, this place,
ifs like you eat your fucking young

and that's all just fine as long as
you got something to salute, huh?

What's going on with you, man?

I mean, Salter asked about it.

Iberia called.

You've been going around bothering people,
trying to open up old cases.

I am working. I have things to do.

So type the report, man.

That's how we do.
I get people to talk, you write the stats.

It's worked out well for you so far.

I'm the only one, ever, took up for you.

Ever.

You know what it's like being your partner?
Huh?

Fuck you.

No, buddy, without me,

there is no you.

So type the fucking report, man.

We've had behaviorists in with her.
It's regressive catatonia.

Seven years now.

If she shows any distress,
responds in any way negatively,

we're gonna have to ask you to leave.

Of course.

I was actually one of the men who found
Kelly at that place seven years back.

NURSE: She's right here.

(PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

COHLE: Kelly.

Now you may not remember,
but you and I met a long time ago.

I want to ask you a question about
those men that hurt you way back then.

Do you remember
if there were more than two?

Was there anyone else?

(SIGHS)

(WHISPERS) The man with the scars
was the worst.

My Lord.

What scars?

The giant.

He made me watch what he did to Billy.

The scars on the giant,
were they on his face?

His face.

His face.

(VOICE TREMBLES) His face.

(SCREAMING)

(sesame)

Rose, I need Haldol.

Stat, please.

We have to hold her. Sir, you better leave.

(KELLY WAILING)

SALTER: What you doing, Cohle?

Riling up people, opening old cases.

Iberia sheriff's talking
jurisdictional complaints.

Somethings going on, Major.

Along the coast.

Women, children disappearing.

Nobody hears about it.
Nobody puts them together.

- First I'm hearing about it, boss.
- SALTER: Puts what together, Cohle?

Someone, maybe more than one,
is killing people, Major.

They've been doing it for a long time.

You got any bodies?

You got something that actually applies
to your job as a homicide detective?

Know what he did? Know what he did?
Goes and visits Kelly Reider.

Sent her into a screaming fit.

Look, either we don't find them or they
don't get connected, I don't know which.

I can't decide if ifs a cover-up
or the garden variety incompetence here.

I mean, it has to do with those boys
we got in '95, the Dora Lange killing.

We didn't get them all.

You're building up something in your head.

Women and children.

How did they get no press?

The way things in the bayou get no press.

And it's happening in the same area
where that Voudon shit goes down.

And it's happening in the same area
where those schools were set up.

What the fuck schools you talking about?

Tuition reimbursement programs

for rural and Christian schools
founded by Billy Lee Tuttle.

Yeah, think about it.

Back in '95, why was he so fired up
to get his ass down here?

Comes barging in with his task force.

Fuck.

Before we even got started on the case,
he took it over. Why?

'Cause he recognized something in it.

We're in a muddy swamp here, man.

The alligators are swimming around us and
we don't even know whether they're there.

You know why?

'Cause we don't see them.

I caught zero logic in all that.
And that last bit, pure gibberish.

How about we track all the missing persons
within 10 miles of every Walmart, huh?

Right along the I-10.
Why don't we go after Sam Walmart?

I'm fixing to pull you
for mental exhaustion, man.

You want to stay on, do not ever, ever
say that to anyone in the state again.

Sure.

That's some fucking nerve you got, buddy.

You need to take a few steps back, Rust.

- Right now.
- SALTER: Hey.

No more visiting victims' families.

You will stop trying to turn
missing persons into homicides

as you do not have any bodies.

That's a direct fucking order, you hear me?

You do anything else, I'll have you on
insubordination and I will suspend you.

Please, take some time.

Go on one of them
fishing tours or something.

All right? Get yourself together.

(COUGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

And a little less than two years ago,
Turtle overdosed.

Accidentally supposedly.

You mentioned that already.

Couple weeks before he died, Turtles
house in Shreveport was broken into.

Found out his Baton Rouge one was, too.

Wasn't reported.

So?

GILBOUGH: So your man
gets a hard-on for Turtle.

Man's house gets broken into right after
Cohle turns back up in the state.

What's he been doing since here?
Drinking? Bartending'?

Dude with a mind like that,
do you think that's all he get up to?

PAPANIA: Marty, he never went anywhere.

He never left.

He's been right here
doing bad things a long time.

(CLOSES FOLDER)

Hey, hey, hey, hold up now.

I've been in this room a
long time, gentlemen.

(OPENS BRIEFCASE)

Whatever Rusty is or was or became,

(LATCHES BRIEFCASE SHUT)

don't call me again.

I won't help you.

We're trying to help him' Marty.

(HORN HONKING REPEATEDLY)

- Hey, did you have a good day?
- Mmm.

Well, why don't you
get that bathroom cleaned finally? Huh?

Get all the toothpaste out.

Thanks.

(WASHING MACHINE RUNNING)

(CLOSES LID)

Many, I didn't know you were home.

HART: Oh, yeah. Just cleaning up.
Be out in a sec.

I'll heat up something.

HART: Hey, those flowers came in nice!

You were right.
They really brighten up the yard.

Hey!

I was thinking, we're due for a date night.

Don't you think? You and me?

I'm gonna dress up,
we'll go for a nice dinner, a movie.

Yeah? That sound good?

(CLOSES PHONE)

Honey!

Sure.

(WOMEN CONVERSING ON TV)

(KITCHENWARE CLATTERS)

Ah.

Oh, thanks, hon.

Nice.

So, is my eldest
still offended by my presence?

Huh?

(CHEWING FOOD)

Yeah, I don't mind.

I'm happy just to sit here
with three beautiful women watching...

(SIGHS)

- What is this?
- (COW MOOS ON TV)

Dumb Blonds in Cracker Country?

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

Hey, hon.

Do me a favor? Find the game.

Here you go. I have to study.

Good girl.

(CHANGING CHANNELS)

What?

Nothing.

Now, this pasta is great.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

I love you.

Thank you.

Can you turn it down some, please?

Sure.

Ahem.

(LOWERS VOLUME)

How's that?

We were talking once
about growing up, parents,

I said something about forgiveness,

and he said
that there is no such thing as forgiveness.

That people just have short memories.

Do you think Cohle was wrong about that?

Forgiveness?

Less and less.

(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING)

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

Can I get you a drink, miss?

Thank you. Uh, sure.
A vodka martini, extra dirty.

Margaret.

- Bruce. Hi.
- Hi.

So, you, uh, waiting for someone?

No.

PAPANIA: You and, uh,
Marty split prior, right?

In '95?

(SIGHS)

- Are either of you married?
- GILBOUGH: Got an ex.

Mmm.

- PAPANIA: Still on the first.
- It's difficult to admit defeat.

Marty quit drinking.

Found religion for a while.

I didn't love that.

To be honest, I preferred him before.
He had a sense of humor then.

But we stayed together seven more years,
some of it pretty good.

2002?

Cohle's bad year, too.

Rust was an intense man,
but he had integrity.

He was responsible.

Not a lot of responsible
people in the world.

COHLE: Reverend, thanks for taking the time
to see me on such short notice.

TUTTLE: Of course, Detective. Please.

It's a very interesting building.

This was the first. Built it in 1980.
The rest of the campus grew around it.

Now, I remembered you, of course.

- People of this state owe you a great deal.
- Not as much as they owe you. (SIGHS)

Charitable organizations.
Education initiatives.

Thank you.
We're very proud of our ministries.

I don't do as much preaching as I used to,

but the Legacy programs
are more my focus now.

The things like the State
Policeman's Charity.

What did you want to talk about, son?

The Wellspring program.

Mid-'80s through the early '90s,
you remember that?

Well, of course I remember.

I'm trying to locate old
personnel, faculty,

but I'm having a little bit of trouble
acquiring names.

Well, the program was shut down offlcially,
you know, maybe 10 years ago.

I never had much ground contact with it,

but it involved a number of private
schools, enterprises, you understand,

that would adopt our
standard of curriculum,

and in return receive tuition reimbursement
for underprivileged students.

You got any files? Any list of faculty?

Well, that's what I'm getting at
is that these were private institutions,

so you'd have to track down
their administrators, I believe.

That's the thing.

See, all the schools
dissolved with the program.

And I'm trying to find some tax info,
but there were religious exemptions.

Well, there's our archives, of course.

Now, we did lose a lot of files.

We had some flooding
on one of the sub-floors.

But, you know, I think I should put you
together with one of our clerical workers

and see if they can't
help you find something.

Thank you. Just before you do that,

former deacon of yours, Austin Farrar...

That was very, very unfortunate.

Yet he was dismissed.

Evidence had accrued.

It became apparent that Austin
had implemented certain funds.

Well, "embezzling" is the word.

We elected to handle it internally
rather than pursuing formal charges.

And then he had his accident.

I'd heard he had taken it hard, drinking.

I've seen more souls lost down a bottle
than any pit.

At the same time, it's hard to trust a man
who can't trust himself with a beer.

Don't you think?

Hmm.

But what's this all about? Um...

Wellspring program, Austin Farrar?

Dead women and children.

Terrible.

That's terrible.

How's that? What you're working on?

Oh, I can't say anything about
it at this point, Reverend.

I'd like to set you up with a clerk.

You can look at, uh,

whatever information
we still have from Wellspring.

Why did the Wellspring program shutdown,
Reverend?

It couldn't sustain its costs.

The whole idea was to
provide an alternative

to the kind of secular, globalized education
that our public schools were promoting.

When we get the school voucher program
instituted, we'll reintroduce the idea.

People should have a choice in education,
like anything else.

Hmm.

Steve, would you show the detective
to our old archives for outside ministries?

- Yes, sir.
- I'll call ahead.

I'm gonna come back for that.
Reverend, thank you for your time today.

Godspeed, Detective.

You'll be in my thoughts.

BETH: Just the one more time.
I just need it one more time.

Beth, if you knew the day I just had...

(SIGHS)

Oh, then tell me about ii.
I want to hear about it.

Oh...

No, you do not.

I really wanted to see you.

- I've been thinking about something all week.
- HART: Don't.

- Ever since last time...
- Don't, okay? I just...

Haven't been able to think of
anything else, tell you the truth.

Ohh...

Like what?

I've been thinking...

I think I want you to fuck me in my ass.

- Uh, Beth.
- I've never done that before,

but I think I want you to do it to me.

I want you so bad.

SALTER: You're out of your goddamn mind.
Hmm?

What did I tell you?

You're fucking unbelievable, boy.
You know about this?

Uh, I'm not sure
what we're talking about here.

Your partner here, he
braced Billy Lee Tuttle.

Oh, "braced." Are you fucking kidding me'?
It was a friendly conversation.

SPEECE: Hey, dipshit.

You don't get to decide
what kind of conversation it was.

Why did you talk m Billy Lee Tuttle?

SALTER: And, you, look at you.

You look like you haven't seen
your own bed in a couple days, huh?

Yeah? What the fuck is wrong with you two?

HART: Ahem.
Well, I can't speak for Rust,

but I've got the flu.

I didn't know that was going around.

COHLE: This is exactly
what I'm talking about.

If he was pissed off
after the conversation we had,

- then I am onto fucking something...
- Shut the fuck up. I told you.

I fucking told you!
And human tampon here heard me.

Badge and gun, Cohle. You're suspended.
One month without pay.

Repeated rank insubordination,
misallocation of departmental resources.

- Come on.
- Leroy. Come on. That's over the top.

Don't you fucking Leroy me!
I told you both.

Cut the shit! It's done.
Badge and gun, Cohle.

(SETS DOWN GUN)

SALTER: Oh, and, uh,
before your official reinstatement,

you have 30 hours
mandated departmental counseling.

You fucking serious?

This guy, right?
I got to kick you in the fucking head.

I'm the person least in need of counseling
in this entire fucking state.

SALTER: You ain't acting
right, you don't sound right,

you're up my ass, and you were warned.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

What?

He's doing it again.

He's been doing it.

(SOBBING) I can't live with it.

(SNIFFLES)

I can't live with it.

I can! deal with it.

Not again.

Did you know?

Did you know?

No.

(SNIFFLES)

What are you doing in here?

What happened?

I'm off the job.

That's not what I mean.

You can't live like this.

You know, people give me advice,
I reckon they're talking to themselves.

What are you doing?

Some people, no matter where they look,
they see themselves.

(WHISPERS) Be honest with me now.

(MOANING)

(STUMBLES INTO TABLE)

What the fuck are you doing here? Huh?

I'm sorry.

It wasn't you.

Really, I...

I wasn't even sure I could do it.
Seventeen years is a long time.

I almost went with a stranger in a bar.

I'm sorry, Rust.

(VOICE TREMBLING)
He'll have to go, you see,

because this, he won't live with.

- Get the fuck out of here.
- This...

- Get the fuck...
- (WHIMPERING) This will hurt him.

Get the fuck out of here right now.

I'm sorry, but thank you.

You need to get the fuck out of here.

Get the fuck out of here!

PAPANIA: Do you know what was going on
with Cohle around that time?

No.

I knew that he got suspended,

and that he quit after
he and Many had his...

They had their thing.

That's it.

So, your split with Marty,

that had nothing to do with Cohle?

No.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

(KEYS JINGLING)

Hey, hon.

- Hi, Marty.
- How are you doing?

Sit down.

Okay.

I have to tell you something.

I saw the pictures on your phone.

- B?
- (SIGHS)

- Now, honey...
- Nice ass, Marty.

No. I cannot...

I was maybe always a
little too skinny for you.

No. I cannot help it if some crazy bitch...

I slept with someone.

And you know him.

You're close.

Who?

It was Rust.

I fucked your partner Rust.

(SCOFFS)

Oh.

What are you saying? What are you...

What the fuck are you saying to me?

I already told you.

- You fucking whore.
- You don't know the half of it.

To tell you the truth, I haven't been
tucked like that since before the girls.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Do it! Do it!

Al least you'll have something
to explain to your daughters.

Get your fucking hands off me.

Coward!

(SIGHS)

(DISTANT TELEPHONE RINGING)

Cohle's outside.

Does he know he's suspended?

I was coming for my files, Marty.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

MAN 1: Whoa!

(YELLS)

Come on, swing, Marty!

You're getting your ass kicked!

WOMAN: Oh, my God. Get Salter. Get Salter!

Hurry up! Stop them!

(SCREAMING)

WOMAN: Stop!

- MAN 1: on!
- (HART GROANS)

- Stay down, Marty.
- MAN 1: Come on now.

Don't do it! Stop them!

MAN 2: Get up, get up!

MAN 1: Calm down, Many.
MAN 2: That's enough now!

(MEN SHOUT)

SALTER: Hey! All right, back off, guys!

- Come on!
- Come on!

- Get him out of here!
- Come on.

Get him the fuck out of here.

- Fuck you!
- SALTER: Calm down, Marty.

- Cohle!
- You better calm your shit right now!

Get inside!

You're standing around watching this shit?
Get the fuck inside!

HART: I'm gonna kill you, motherfucker!

- SALTER: Get him inside. Get him inside.
- We ain't done here!

- SALTER: Get him inside.
- We ain't done here!

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

I'm gonna need some fucking detail here,
you two.

HART: It's a personal matter
between us, boss.

Is there anybody pressing charges?

Not me.

SALTER: You want to say anything, Cohle?

No.

This man right here is the only pal
you have. You understand that?

Fuck him. I ain't his pal.

(INHALES)

I quit.

You serious?

I'll send you a letter.
Yeah, fuck this. Fuck this world, man.

Nice hook, Marty.

You're not gonna go into this, huh? Really?

You two fucked each other up pretty good.

No shit.

PAPANIA: What about when he quit?
Any idea why?

MAGGIE: Maybe it was
old stuff between them.

Way they always rubbed wrong.

I never learned what it was about.

(HORN HONKING REPEATEDLY)

(TRUCK ENGINE REVVING)

(HONKS HORN)

(SIGHS)

(TRUCK DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

Marty.

Rust.

Long time.

Long time.

Changed your hair.

Thought maybe we should talk.

Yeah?

Buy you a beer'?

Sure. I'll follow you.

Actually, why don't you buy me a beer?

(SIGHS)

(GOSPEL SONG PLAYING)
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