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Previously on The Hunting Wives

Sophie O'Neil? Your gun

was used to kill Abby Jackson.

I didn't do it.

I was with Margo Banks all night.

Miss Margo left the lake house at 10:30

for a family medical emergency.

Did you see Margo on July 18th?

That was the night I died.

I wasn't sure Kyle was gonna make it.

- So I called Mandy. - So you saw her?

Yes, ma'am. Sat for hours.

- Do you have a pad? - I have a tampon.

I can't use that.

My daddy... Well, I didn't even know him.

He was just some guy that my mom had an affair with.

As soon as I fix my life, I'll come back. Promise.

That guy with one eye is following me again.

Someone left these in my car

with a note sayin', "I see you."

Until this is resolved,

I don't think you should be in the house.

Abby, I know. Brad told me everything.

About what you did.

Abby had an abortion? She told you that?

Her boyfriend did.

If Jill found out about it,

I'd say she'd be pretty pissed.

Got something to hide, Jilly?

No. Do you?

I found a motive.

I think that Abby had gotten pregnant.

Jill found out, and obviously, she didn't like it.

Miss O'Neil, you're under arrest

- for the murder of Abby Jackson. - What?! Wait!

- What the fuck, Jill?! - Shut up for once in your life!

Okay, bad girl!

Where'd you get that?

The busboy, Robbie.

- Nice! - Here.

- Nice. - Are we goin' out tonight?

Definitely. But first,

our Netflix came.

- What is it? - Gone Girl.

Yes!

I totally think I could.

- I totally think I could. - You've thought about this?

Well, yeah, sometimes!

I would use poison, number one, totally.

I'd do the bathtub

so the body would completely disintegrate.

- No evidence. - Don't you know

the bathtub's gonna fall through the floor if you do that?

What the fuck does that mean?

- Shit. - No, no, it's cool.

I just thought, you know, like

partying and staying in to watch a movie together, it...

Yeah, that's what roommates do.

Yeah. Fuck it.

Can we please talk about what happened last weekend?

Yeah, if you want to, we can,

but

on my end, it was kind of, a mistake,

just like a one-time... drunken thing.

Really?

Because you told me that you loved me.

Hey, look...

You know, forget that I said anything.

All right, let's just finish watching the movie.

Yeah, totally. No, I'm just gonna go out

and have a quick smoke really fast.

So.

It's Jed's birthday.

This is his present.

Menage a trois.

Happy birthday.

This is my first time.

Well, I have a feelin' it won't be your last.

You're so pretty.

He tell you to say that?

Honey,

nobody tells me what to do.

Come here.

Hey, you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks.

So...

I-I live... I live here too, and I'm just,

I'm havin' a

a little get-together tonight.

Just cheese and crackers.

Would you maybe want to stop by?

I actually have plans,

but thank you.

Yeah, sure.

I'm Sophie, by the way.

I know. I know.

Sophie Piatkowski.

- Yeah. - Yeah. Our mailboxes

are right next to each other.

I'm-I'm Graham O'Neil.

Hi, Graham O'Neil.

Anyway, nice to meet you.

I'm gonna go get ready for my party.

Okay.

Idiot.

Actually.

I changed my mind.

I'd love a cheese and cracker.

Keep him warm for me, honey.

Okay.

She took to you like a fish to water.

Well, I do get so wet.

Where did you come from?

- Texas. - Texas!

- Born and raised. - My goodness.

That explains it.

Think I found myself a keeper.

It's just awful.

You know, Jill is

was one of my best friends,

but she'd been acting off lately.

I love my mom, but

she lied about callin' Abby,

she changed the passwords on her phone,

she deleted her GPS history.

I mean, why would she do that if she had nothin' to hide?

Jill hated Abby.

Thought she wasn't good enough for Brad.

We were just goin' over there to clear the air, you know?

Of course, we had no idea.

Starr was literally bleedin' out in the pantry.

Miss Starr didn't deserve that.

She was a good lady.

Any final thoughts?

Look, Jill

Jill was a friend,

but she took two lives.

Bless her heart.

Fuck her.

She was gonna kill me.

Good news, good news!

I just got off the phone with the DA,

and he recommends that we close

the Abby Jackson case, baby!

That's right!

Well, Jill Thompson. Who'da thunk it?

And we're sure about this?

I mean, I met the woman.

Didn't have her pegged as cold-blooded.

Jesus H. Christ.

Why you always gotta be the squeaky wheel?

It's just, your wife shot and killed our suspect.

There's gonna be scrutiny, and so I think...

We all need to be really 100 on this.

Were you even watchin' those interviews?

Flynn, would you

would you please handle this?

Look, we recovered data from Jill Thompson's GPS

that put her a quarter mile away from Abby's body

the night of the murder.

I mean, hell, she had Abby's phone in her nightstand,

not to mention the connection with Chester "Chewy" Anderson.

Who the heck is Chester "Chewy" Anderson?

He's the guy that used Sophie O'Neil's gun

on the Penny Pantry robbery back in Winnsboro, right?

Used to work at Holy Horizon as a landscaper.

Jill probably gave him the murder weapon

just to get rid of it.

What more do you want, Wanda?

Well, when you put it like that

sure, I guess she did it.

Well, thank you, Deputy.

You know, I don't know how we got along without you

all those months!

My God. What the fuck is happening?

I thought I was gonna be transferred.

I thought I was gonna meet with my lawyer.

- What is going on? - We got someone else

for the Abby Jackson murder.

What?

Who?

Jill Thompson.

Good. That's good. That's amazing.

So you figured it out. The-The Brad...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, I don't know who you think

you're talkin' to, missy, but yeah,

I figured it out.

Good.

Am I free to go?

One condition.

I never want to see you again.

- Okay. - Been nothin' but trouble

since you got here,

and you think you're better than us.

So the next time you're in trouble,

I get a whole lot less friendly.

You got that?

Loud and clear.

A pastor's wife goes on a murder spree,

starting with her son's girlfriend

and ending with the poor girl's mother.

Tonight we sit down with the woman

who brought this murder spree to an end.

On three, Nancy.

Three, two...

Wow, this story is crazy.

I mean, it certainly has got it all.

Let me understand this, Callie.

You end up shooting one of your "best friends" dead.

Sadly, yes. Yes, I did.

How does that make you feel?

Obviously, it was a tragedy.

Any loss of life is a tragedy.

But I'm just so grateful

that my training kicked in

and I was able to react quickly.

Did I hear you say "training"? What training?

- Well, I-I... - Well,

Callie doesn't like to brag,

so I will.

She took bronze

at the 2018 National Shootin' Championship...

- Women's Division. - Women's Division.

- Cut. - Cut? What the hey?

Sorry, Nancy. We have a technical.

What's a technical?

I don't know, baby, but you're doin' great.

- Callie? - Yeah?

Come here.

You really are a star. You are.

And you need to be thinking

about what you want to happen next.

So, how was Nancy Grace?

Better-lookin' in person, actually.

And get this. You're never gonna believe this.

So, Jonny and I got a call yesterday

about a reality show

called Married Justice.

- My God. - I know!

The producer is sending us a pitch deck or somethin'.

I think we might do it.

Okay, girl!

I know, right?

And how you feelin' about

you know, everything with Jilly?

I'm okay.

You know, this whole thing has made me realize

just how precious life is.

I want to make the most

of the time that I have here on this Earth.

I want to spend it with the people I love the most.

- Of course. - And that's you.

I don't mean like

get divorced or nothin'.

I-I-I'm.

I know we can't be together together,

but why can't we be together like we used to?

Honey, we've had this conversation before.

You know, now with the campaign, it's just not the right ti...

Hey, can you please stop talkin' to me

in that bullshit politician voice?

Just fuckin' tell me the truth.

The truth is it's over.

I... I just don't feel that way about you anymore.

I'm sorry.

Is this about Sophie?

Sophie? No.

Well, then just be real with me.

It's like you put up these walls,

these just walls,

like you gotta be perfect.

But you are perfect just the way you are.

I see you.

It was you.

What?

The pictures.

You sent the pictures of me and Brad.

Shit.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. That was a low moment, okay?

I was tryin' to hurt you like you hurt me.

Jesus Christ, Callie.

But also, seein' you with Brad?

Fuck, like, even I know how stupid

and self-destructive that is.

Margo, if I could find out, anyone could.

I was just tryin' to scare you straight.

Wait, where are you goin'?

No, I didn't... Hey, hey, hey, I didn't do anything with 'em.

I deleted 'em off of my phone.

I was just tryin' to protect you.

I am Margo fucking Banks.

I don't need protection.

Hey. I thought you-you were gonna be at work.

Yeah. Hey, let me take this.

Okay.

- Thanks. - Yeah.

No, it's just that we've barely had a chance to talk,

you know, since you,

got home, and I just, I...

Well, we have a chance now, so.

Could you, could you come... could you come sit with me?

You being gone this past week,

it opened my eyes.

I love you,

and I'm sorry I didn't believe you about Abby,

and I am so sorry that I abandoned you.

I'm sorry too,

but I realized some things.

The drinking,

the secrets,

the whole thing with Abby.

It was all just symptoms.

We haven't really been the same since the hysterectomy.

You have to know that I don't blame you for that.

I know, but I think I.

I think I lost a piece of myself back then.

And I've been trying to find it ever since.

And I don't know if I'm gonna be able to find it

here

with you.

Wait, so, you're saying

that you don't want to be married anymore?

I don't know.

All I know is that I'm-I'm not the same girl

that I was when we first got together.

Sophie, I am willing.

I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make this work.

I mean, we can do... we can do counseling.

Or fu-fuck, we can move back home

if that's what you want.

No.

I don't want that.

What do you want?

I-I think I just need time

to figure this out.

Can you give me that?

Okay.

I told you I'd be back.

I didn't know you smoked.

Used to.

Now only on special occasions.

You know those things will kill you.

All the best things will.

I could get used to this.

Well, good.

You better get used to it, baby,

'cause you're mine now.

What the fuck am I supposed to do about Graham?

Well, what do you wanna do?

I want to be with you.

But I really, really don't want to hurt him.

Well, then, it's easy.

What Graham doesn't know won't hurt him.

Problem fuckin' solved.

Shit. Hang on.

I've got the glam squad comin' in 30 minutes.

We have another fuckin' fundraiser tonight.

It's okay.

I have to go anyway.

- I'm sorry. - It's okay.

I'll be quick.

It's all right. Take your time.

I like you wearin' my things.

I like this.

Hey, can I use one of your day creams?

Yeah, whatever you want.

I thought you said you couldn't use tampons.

No, I didn't.

Yes, you did.

The first time we met.

Why would I say that?

I don't know. I thought it was some weird Republican thing.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Fine.

Well, then come say goodbye to me.

Goodbye.

It's Sophie.

I'm so, so sorry about your mom.

Listen, I really hate to do this right now,

but I just have to ask you one question.

Did you tell Pastor Pete

that Abby had

a-an abortion?

What?

Way back when,

did you tell Pastor Pete that

Abby had an abortion?

No, she didn't. What are you talkin' about?

Wha... So you're saying that she

Abby was never pregnant,

and you never told him

that she was?

I told him that

my girlfriend had, you know, a thing, but.

I didn't mean Abby.

Thanks.

Wait. Why?

What's goin' on?

We need to talk.

Hi, can I get a club soda with lime, please?

Hey, Sophie.

Who are you?

- How do you know my name? - You called me.

You said you needed to talk.

What happened to the other guy,

the guy with the eye patch?

You'll be dealin' with me from now on.

Jesus Christ.

So are you like a PI? Do you work for the Democrats?

I don't ask you who cuts your check, okay?

Now, you can be rude and take the Lord's name in vain,

or you can ask me what you want to know.

I want to know everything you've learned about Margo Banks.

I think we can make that work,

but in exchange,

I want to know everything you know

about Margo Banks.

I have something huge,

something that could end Jed's campaign.

But that's all I'm gonna say right now.

Your turn.

The rumor goin' around

is that Margo Banks used to be an escort.

Got it.

Cool.

But, other than that,

not much.

Drug-addicted brother,

dead mom,

father who was married to his nurse the whole time.

A nurse? Like,

'cause he was sick?

Was he old?

Like an Anna Nicole Smith thing?

That's funny, but no.

He was a doctor. I mean

still is.

In Alba?

Yeah.

Why?

I have to go.

Hey, that was only half the deal.

I have to go. I'm gonna call you tomorrow.

I swear.

Tomorrow is 24 hours from right now.

Not after Jack goes down for his nap.

Not after you make Graham's dinner.

Do you understand?

I understand.

Good.

- We're closed. - No, I need to see a doctor.

Goodness, honey, what is it?

I-I'm pregnant and-and I'm bleeding

and I don't know what to do.

All right, come this way. We'll take care of you.

Have a seat here.

I'm just gonna take your blood pressure, okay?

Okay.

- Thanks, Dottie. - I'll take it from here.

What seems to be the trouble?

She was never here that night, was she?

Was Kyle even here?

I said I can't discuss my patients.

Except you did discuss your patients

with me,

because you're their alibi.

That's enough. I want you to leave.

No.

Then I'll call the police.

No, you won't,

because you don't want them to know.

And you definitely don't want your... wife

to know

that you lied for your secret kids,

to cover up a murder.

Jesus. Did you give Margo the abortion too?

I mean, that's just gross.

I have done nothing wrong. Nothing!

I've dedicated my life to helping people.

And I don't know what you think you know about me,

but you are wrong,

and I'd like you to leave.

Now.

Mandy,

I think you've got a problem.

Look at Illinois, for example.

What's with the "S" at the end?

Or Arkansas. Who needs the extra "S"?

You only have one when you say it...

Are these the things you think about?

I do. I think about Texas all day and all night.

Sophie. Good you could come.

Meet Rhonda Jasper.

I need to talk to you.

Yeah, of course.

- Jed, I'll be right back. - Okay.

Hi, Will. Hi. Nice to see you.

Great dress.

Hey,

what's happening? Why are you here?

I know.

You know what?

All of it.

When Brad said his girlfriend had an abortion,

he wasn't talking about Abby.

He was talking about you.

- Okay, what... - God, I'm so fucking stupid.

It's so obvious.

Abby found out.

That's why she was in the woods that night.

She was going to your house.

She was going to confront you, to out you,

Miss First Lady of fucking Texas

who can't keep her dick in her pants and got knocked up

by a high school student.

So you killed her.

You had your brother handle the cleanup,

you got an alibi from the town fucking doctor

who happens to be your fucking father.

Is any of this making any sense to you?

Am I in the fucking ballpark?

I never meant for any of that to happen.

You didn't mean to frame me?

I didn't frame you, Sophie.

Stop! Stop lying!

Sophie, you blacked out and you went wandering in the woods

and you got caught on camera. That-That wasn't me.

I never meant for you to get in trouble.

You used my fucking gun!

I was drunk. It was the closest one, okay?

Kyle was supposed to get rid of it in the lake,

not sell it to his jerk-off friend

who then went and robbed a fuckin' store.

But listen, everything's fine now, okay?

That's in the past, and everything's fine.

Sophie, I'm on your side.

Okay, listen,

how do you think Abby's phone got in Jill's house?

It was me, okay?

I was the one because I love you.

Sophie, I fucking love you,

and I fixed it

'cause I said I would protect you, and I did.

Are you hearing yourself?

You are a psychopath.

- Please don't say that. - You are.

Well, then so are you

'cause you knew what I was all along.

You sensed it and you still wanted to be with me,

and you looked for anyone else,

anyone else to blame.

And guess what, it worked.

It worked, Sophie. It's over.

Everyone thinks Jill did it, and she's gone.

She's gone.

We can bury it all with her.

We can just move on with our lives

and-and-and start over.

Just you and me, just what we talked about.

Or I go to the police.

Please, you can't do that, Sophie.

Okay, please. Please, listen to me.

Listen to me. Abby was crazy, okay?

She was crazy.

She was jealous of me and she threatened to take

everything that I've built and burn it to the fucking ground.

So you killed her.

Listen, I made a fuckin' mistake, okay?

I made a mistake.

I was drunk and I made a fuckin' mistake.

I know you understand that

'cause you've made mistakes too, right?

I can't go to jail. Please.

I can't go to jail, okay?

This is my life we're talkin' about.

My fuckin' life.

Sophie!

Please. Sophie, please, come back.

You came back.

I came back.

I love you so much.

I love you too.

Everything's gonna be okay now.

It's a fresh start.

No more secrets.

Graham.

I slept with someone else.

What the fuck?

Who is he?

Margo.

My God.

My God.

I'm sorry.

How long has this been going on?

It's not been going on long. It's over now.

- I promise. I promise. - Is it?

It was a huge, huge mistake.

- Yeah. - And she's a terrible person.

- She's a terrible person. - She's done horrible things

and she lied to me about fucking everything.

Just stop. Just fucking stop.

- Listen, I... - I can't do this. Jesus Christ.

- I need you to believe me. - My God.

- I need you to believe me. - You know what,

Sophie, this might be hard for you to hear,

but you are not always the victim.

Can you tell me where you're going?

Can you please just tell me where you're going?

You just told me you are having a fuckin' affair

with my boss's wife,

so I just need a fuckin' minute, all right?

Well, I got a handshake endorsement

from that rep out of Sugar Land.

Big donors down there.

- That's great. - Yeah.

And he only asked one thing from me.

He wanted to know why my wife was in the corner

arguing with a crazy woman.

That was nothin'. It was just Sophie bein' Sophie.

Yeah, except you've been white as a sheet ever since.

Somethin' happen?

In some sort of trouble?

No.

Everything's fine.

I'm not an idiot.

I can tell when you're hurtin'.

You know you can tell me anything.

I don't know about that.

Well, I can't help you if you don't talk to me.

I know Sophie's off the hook on the whole Abby Jackson thing,

but if it has to do with that,

I have people.

Resources.

You know I'm gonna find out anyway, so let Big Jed help you.

Baby.

I broke our rule, Jed.

I slept with a man.

Jill's son, Brad.

Naughty girl.

And it's over now, I promise, but...

I

I got pregnant.

I got rid of it. But someone found out.

Abby, and-and then, well...

And now Sophie.

I don't want to hear another fuckin' word.

About any of it.

- I'm sorry. - What are you...

Look around at everything I've given you.

You're here to make my life better,

not run around and do whatever the fuck you've been doin'.

No, baby.

- I didn't mean for any... - No, not another word.

I want you outta here.

- No, Jed, you don't mean it. - Go on.

Get the fuck out!

Okay.

Kyle?

Kyle?

I fucked it all up, Kyle.

I fucked it all up.

It's gonna be okay.

- It's gonna be okay. - No, it's not gonna be okay.

Sophie knows and she's gonna tell the police.

Jed kicked me out and I'm fucked.

I got you, baby girl.

Let's get you out of the rain.

- Wanda Salazar. - Leave a message.

Hi, this is Sophie O'Neil.

I'm sorry to bother you.

Could you just give me a call back when you get a chance?

Thanks.

You sleep at all?

No.

I'm thinkin' of callin' a lawyer and then

turnin' myself in.

What the fuck? Why?

'Cause what else is there to do?

Run for the fuckin' border?

It's over. I killed that girl.

Ain't nothin' over 'til it's over.

You're the smartest bitch I know.

Look where that got me.

You wanna feel sorry for yourself?

Fine.

But I'm in this too,

and I ain't goin' out like that.

Now, I'll help you like I always do,

but you wanna... you wanna go to the cops,

you're gonna have to go through me.

Is that a threat?

It's just a little tough love.

So get your fuckin' shit together.

Hi. What-What

I made a huge mistake,

and I'm sorry.

- I'm so fucking sorry. - No, no, Margo.

I'm-I'm so sorry.

I was so stupid. I was an idiot.

I never should've sent those photos.

No, I don't care about that, okay?

Is Jonny home?

No, Jonny's at the station.

Good.

I missed this.

I missed this too.

But why now?

You must hate me.

I could never hate you.

You're my ride-or-die.

Okay. Cut the shit.

- What? - Margo Banks,

I may be a fool for you, but I am no idiot.

Okay, fine.

You're right.

I did have a thing with Sophie.

- Okay. - But I ended it.

'Cause like you said, she's crazy.

She's threatened to go to the police

and tell them that I killed Abby.

What? How? Jill killed Abby.

I know.

It's insane.

But it gets weirder.

You know that she has this obsession with pregnancy?

I think 'cause she can't have any more kids.

So she made it up in her mind

that-that I

that I had an abortion.

That is nuts! You and Jed

were tryin' to get pregnant for years.

I know. She's cuckoo.

I'm tellin' you.

I mean,

Jonny would tell you if she came to him, right?

Of course he would.

But it doesn't matter anyway. The DA closed the case.

So, that is the end of that.

I hope so.

Hey, hey, hey, honey, don't worry about it.

That Yankee bitch

she wouldn't dare fuck with you.

You're mine now.

You're probably right.

She's just playin' some power game with me.

Hey, you want me and Jonny to keep eyes on her?

Yes, please.

Okay.

Thank God for you.

All right, bedtime.

When is Daddy coming home?

A few days.

Okay?

He's at a work conference.

I like it when you're both here.

Me too, baby.

Soon, okay?

I love you.

Get some good sleep.

Love you, Mommy.

Fuck.

Teresa, hi, it's Sophie O'Neil next door.

I just have to run out for a quick errand.

Is there any way you can come over and watch Jack for me?

Awesome. Thanks.

Hi.

And a pack of Marlboro Lights, please.

And these too.

Hey!

Fuck. Fuck.

Come on out, Sophie.

I just want to talk.

Okay.

Maybe I came off a little strong.

Margo told me what y'all talked about.

She wanted me to come let you know

that everything's gonna be okay.

Right, it's all good.

You don't need to freak.

All right?

But you do need to get out of the car, all right,

and talk to me.

Get out of the fucking car!

It's not a fucking game!

Sophie!

Kyle?

I'm back.

I got my head straight like you said.

Kyle?

We mourn today

not for the dead,

but for ourselves.

We mourn

because we want answers.

But the Scripture tells us that all the answers we seek

will be found in and be found by

our awesome God.

Ecclesiastes 12, 7-14:

"The chosen return to their eternal home,

and the mourners return to the streets,

and the dust returns to the ground it came from,

and the spirit returns to God who gave it.

'Vanity of vanities, ' saith the Lord.

"'All is vanity.'"

Now, it is written that God's lessons

are like a staff,

driven through with spikes by a shepherd.

Painful to the flock,

but they are necessary.

Of anything beyond these lessons, we should beware.

Lest the Lord's house tremble, strong men fall.

Day becomes eternal night.

"And now the end of the matter has all been heard."

Fear God!

And keep God's commandments,

"for God will bring every deed into judgment"

"whether it is good,"

"or evil."

Well, finally, you picked up.

Kyle?

Can you hear me?

Kyle?

Where the hell are you? You're freakin' me out.

Kyle?

You better not be fuckin' with Sophie.

I told you not to do that.

Who is this?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?