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[woman] Previously on The Hunting Wives...

I just heard screaming coming from an old cabin.

I'm thinkin' it could be the Krummel girl.

Kaycee Krummel? You stay where you are.

I'm ten minutes from your location.

[Salazar] Just about the only thing I remember

is the way he smelled.

Vodka and cinnamon gum.

-Abby, I know. -What do you know?

[Pete] Brad told me everything,

about what you did.

Brad told you that she had an abortion?

[Jill] What?

My son didn't do anything wrong.

You need to leave my house.

Well, you watch what happens if you fuck around

and you make me come back here.

[Flynn] Sophie O'Neil?

Your gun was used to kill Abby Jackson.

I didn't know that girl,

so I-I have no reason to hurt her.

Well, you were blacked out,

so you don't really know what happened, do you?

Until this is resolved,

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

[Margo] If Brad got Abby pregnant,

and if Jill found out about it...

Who knows what she would do.

-Get you in there. -[breathing heavily]

-There we go. -[mutters groggily]

You stay put now.

[dramatic music playing]

[music fades]

♪ Pills to feel calm ♪

♪ Pills to get high ♪

♪ It's a little too late To be on time ♪

♪ Gin that smells Of turpentine ♪

♪ All I wanna do Is have a good time ♪

♪ All I wanna do Is roll the dice ♪

-[haunting, sultry vocalizing] -[mellow music playing]

[song fades, echoes]

♪ He's down in Alabama ♪

["Shout Bamalama" by The Detroit Cobras playing]

[screaming]

-[nurse] Deep breath. -[controlled panting]

[screaming]

-[sobbing] -One more push now.

-You got this, Mom. -[mutters]

-[crying] Okay. -Okay.

-Okay. Okay. -Take a deep breath.

-[inhales deeply] -And push!

-[screaming] -Yes.

-Yes. -[doctor] I got him!

-And you got a healthy baby boy. -[baby cries]

[gasping] Oh... Oh, thank God.

[nurse] We'll go get him cleaned up for you.

[wailing]

[panting]

[breathlessly] Oh, thank you, God.

-[indistinct PA announcement] -[baby crying]

[breathing heavily]

-[gentle music playing] -Oh, hello.

-[crying] -Oh, yes, yes.

Here we go. Got him?

Got his head.

-[whimpering] -[nurse] That's it.

[Jill] Oh, hello!

-[fussing] -Hello, baby boy.

Hello, Bradley!

[whispers] I love you.

[nurse] Aw...

[fussing]

Will you be breastfeeding, Mom?

Oh. No, a bottle is fine, don't you think?

Oh no, the breast is best for the baby.

-It's packed full of antibodies. -Oh. Oh.

I don't know, I always thought it was sorta gross.

And I've never...

had a mouth...

you know, there before.

[inhales deeply]

Okay...

But if you really think it's best, I...

-[nurse] Mm-hmm. -...I'm willing to try.

-Okay. -Okay.

-Okay, baby. -Okay, Bradley.

Pull this down.

-Here, it's down... Yes. -Okay.

I'm gonna make him get on your...

-That's right. -Okay. Like this?

Yes!

-Oh! -[gasps]

Look!

He latched already.

[baby suckling softly]

Oh...

[inhales sharply, splutters]

[nurse] I'll give you two a minute alone.

♪ ♪

[Jill coos softly]

It's me and you, Bradley.

Hmm. It's me and you.

[music fades]

[Margo] It's funny. I would a said that

Jill didn't have the stones for it,

but... lookin' back, you know,

you don't get to where she is without 'em.

But is she a killer?

I don't know.

But she's weird about Brad.

Braggin' on him, and posting a million pictures, shirtless.

Jesus.

Poor Brad.

Yeah.

-[sighs] What do we do? -[sighs]

Well, we go to the cops.

I'll call Jonny right now.

No. No. Not... not yet.

Why? Well, if we can prove that you're innocent...

No, because we-we can't.

Because anything that I say to him right now

is gonna sound like I'm just covering my tracks.

Yeah, I guess.

And do you really wanna make an enemy

out of Jill without proof?

Jill, the psycho Christian?

[scoffs] Fuck.

If I go in there and I sound crazy...

there's no way they're gonna let me see Jack again.

Look, we won't let that happen, I promise.

But we just... we can't sit on our hands for too long

because Jonny's got an itch and...

you're their only suspect.

Fuck. [sighs]

Also, I may have played him

that crazy voicemail that you left.

What?

-[sighs] -Fuck.

-I know. I'm sorry. -Why?

I'm sorry. Look, we were there having dinner

and, to be honest, it kinda scared me.

-[sighs] -[sniffs]

-Great. -I'm sorry.

It was stupid, I know.

Yeah, it was really fucking stupid.

-What the fuck am I... -Hey. Hey. Hey.

Don't disappear on me.

It was a... it was a mistake and I'm-I'm here.

[dramatic music playing]

I messed up, but I'm back, okay?

[huffs softly]

Listen.

We're gonna fix it.

I promise.

Come here.

[garage door opens, beeps]

Shit. Jed's home.

-Oh. -You can't be here.

Okay. Okay.

-Okay. -Okay. Go.

Hey.

I'll see you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

[country rock music playing]

-[Jonny grunts] -[Callie] Oh yeah, baby.

-[grunts] -Who's the boss?

[Jonny laughs] I am, baby.

-Who's the boss? -Oh, fuck. Yeah.

I'm the fuckin' boss. I'm the big fuckin' boss.

-You're gonna catch a killer? -Oh, yeah.

Come on, catch her. Lock her up. Baby, lock her up.

-[grunting] -Send it. Send it.

-Right there. Right there. -Come on. Cuff her.

-Cuff her. -Oh! Oh, God! Oh, God!

Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.

-[panting] Ju... No. Stop. -Yeah. Yeah, baby.

[both gasping]

[both laughing]

-[moans] Oh, fuck... -[sighs]

[both moan softly]

[Callie laughs]

[sighs]

[panting softly]

Okay...

-[groaning] -Oh, there we go.

[both laugh]

Whew!

[chains rattling]

-[Callie grunts] -[Jonny sighs]

[Callie sighs]

[Callie] Hoowee!

-[groans] -Come here.

[both laugh]

Whew!

Fuck.

[both laugh]

Okay, but for real...

where are we at with catchin' this killer, huh?

Oh, Jesus fuckin' Christ.

Can I just get a second to relax?

What?

Baby, you're the one that wants to be the next Joe Arpaio.

So come on, make the arrest already.

You got Sophie O'Neil's gun,

her priors, her non-alibi.

Just do it.

-Do it, baby. -I know, punkin.

-I know you don't like O'Neil. -[splutters]

But I gotta go where the evidence leads.

No. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

This is about us.

Maple Brook needs to feel safe again.

And Jed needs this for his campaign.

♪ ♪

Hey.

You could be America's sheriff.

So act like it.

Lean on your boys.

Show 'em who's boss.

Send it, baby.

Mmm.

[moans softly]

[dramatic music playing]

Good mornin', sheriff.

What's so fuckin' good about it?

Want some jerky?

What the hell are y'all doin' sittin' around?

We got a murdered cheerleader in Maple Brook,

or haven't y'all heard?!

Now get your asses up and pay attention.

I've been sheriff of this county

goin' on eight years,

and in that time, I've never seen crime so heinous

as to what's been goin' on of late,

on our watch.

It's shameful.

And now the Krummel case has gone cold.

We let this poor sweet girl down.

But as God as my witness, we are not gonna let

the same thing happen to Abby Jackson.

Now, I want another search of them damn woods,

ten mile in perimeter.

ME says the body was moved,

so find the goddamn kill site!

We missed somethin' out there.

Somethin' that's gonna give us Abby Jackson's killer.

And by God...

we're gonna fuckin' find it.

Now, go get me enough evidence to make an arrest.

Y'all are burnin' daylight.

-[man 1] Yep. -[man 2] All right. We're on it.

What's up his ass?

I don't know, but I like it.

[gentle, tense music playing]

[music fades]

[sighs]

Starr, hi.

Oh. Hey.

-Hey. -Well, what happened?

What'd you find out?

Well, I-I found...

a motive, maybe.

I-I think that...

I think that Abby had gotten pregnant

and-and I think it was Brad's

and I think that Jill found out

and obviously she didn't like it.

You know?

Um, yeah.

[somber music playing]

Pregnant?

Like I was gonna be a grandma?

What I meant was...

I think Abby had gotten pregnant...

and I think she ended it.

Ended it?

Ended it?

That's what you came up with?

Your little investigation? That my...

my dead daughter is a murderer?

I'm so sorry, Starr. I just...

-I was really just trying to... -[Starr] What?

What, get your kid back?

Well, the difference between you and me

is that I will never...

I will never see my daughter again.

[Starr cries]

[house door opens]

[door slams]

[music fades]

What's goin' on?

How come you didn't wanna talk on the phone?

Well, I think it's best we don't use phones for a while.

But, um...

I've been thinkin' about what you told me.

About your mom calling Abby the night of the murder.

Why wouldn't she tell the police?

Or at least you.

Instead, she lied and used you as a cover.

For what?

I don't know.

But the bigger question is,

why did she call Abby in the first place?

We both know they weren't close.

And she's been actin' super weird.

But you don't actually think that...

[Margo] No. No.

Of course not.

Not that. It's just...

something's off.

Was your mom home that night?

How would I know? I was with you.

[scoffs] Well, I'm aware of that.

But come on!

You're smart.

There's gotta be a way to find out if...

she was at home or not, right?

Maybe her phone or search history

or... photos.

Photos?

Yeah, she got all defensive when I asked

to see her camera roll yesterday,

so, you know...

maybe she's hidin' somethin'.

[grim music playing]

Well, I know all her passwords. I can go check.

Good. Yeah. Why don't you go do that right now?

[sighs]

♪ ♪

Hello?

Mom?

[snipping in distance]

♪ ♪

[error bleep]

[error bleep]

[error bleep]

B-R-A-D-3-1-6.

[error bleep]

[laptop snaps shut]

♪ ♪

[console lid clicks open]

[rustling]

[lid clicks closed]

[entertainment console clicks on]

[unsettling musical sting]

[music slows, distorts]

[music fades]

-[sharp knocking] -Oh!

[Brad laughs nervously]

What are you doing, Bradley?

I didn't even know you were home.

Uh... [chuckles uncomfortably]

My car's outta gas.

Yeah, um, I was just gonna go to Sonic.

You-you want anything?

I could use a fun drink.

I'll come with.

[clippers snipping]

[tense music playing]

[Brad clears his throat]

What do you need the GPS for?

Sonic's just around the corner.

I forgot where to turn.

[music intensifies]

You would be lost without me.

-[laughs nervously] -[Jill chuckles]

What are we waitin' for?

That diet cherry limeade's not gonna order itself.

[garage door whirring]

[music fades]

[knocking on door]

-Hi. -Hey.

Brad came through.

[sighs]

Turns out, Jill deleted her car's GPS history.

It ain't exactly proof, but...

Jill can't even update her phone.

Why would she delete her GPS

unless she had somethin' to hide?

Well, um...

I talked to Starr.

She thinks her daughter died a virgin.

She was... pretty upset when I brought up the abortion.

Oh, come on. I mean, God rest her soul,

but that girl was fucking.

Yeah. I mean, teenagers lie.

But Starr was not exactly pleased with me.

Well, people around here really don't like the A-word.

Especially when it's an accusation.

So I wouldn't mention that again.

To anyone. Okay?

[quietly] Sorry.

It's okay.

Look, we don't need Starr.

We can do this together, just us.

Just us.

We're gonna get you through this.

Soon it'll all be just a distant memory.

God, I can't even think about that.

Well, just...

imagine what you want the outcome to be.

What is it that you want?

I just want to...

feel...

free.

Like when I'm with you.

[tender music playing]

I haven't stopped thinkin' about you

since that day at the lake house.

Me neither.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

[inhales deeply]

[sighs]

[Sophie sighs]

[Sophie gasps]

[Sophie sighs]

[sighs]

[moaning]

Okay. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

-Stop. Stop. -What?

-What? -Stop.

-Stop. -I thought you liked it.

I do. I do.

Then what's wrong?

It was okay before.

[Margo sighs]

Yeah. That was before I was...

a murder suspect.

[sighs] Oh, come on.

My life is fucking crazy right now.

I mean, my whole family is falling apart.

I don't know what is going on.

I am cheating on my husband

with someone else's wife.

I sound fucking insane.

No, you don't.

You can talk to me.

I care about Graham.

I mean, we've been together forever.

[gentle music playing]

But I still want you.

[Margo huffs softly]

Look, none of this shit is logical.

But I understand.

You do what you've gotta do.

As soon as I fix my life...

I'll come back.

Well, you know where I live.

[Margo sighs]

[Sophie exhales heavily]

[door closes]

[sighs]

Fuck.

[plastic rustling]

[music fades]

[birds chirping]

[cell phone ringing]

[Salazar] Louisiana?

Salazar.

[man] Detective Salazar.

Sheriff Boudreaux.

Thanks for returning my call so quickly.

[Boudreaux] Darlene said it was urgent.

No, yeah. I-I was just wondering if, um...

if you have any information about a pastor who used to work

over there at Sacred Life Church.

Peter Lightfoot.

[Boudreaux] Jesus. I hoped I'd never hear that name again.

[grunting]

[birds chirping]

[dog barking in distance]

[swallows forcefully]

[exhales heavily]

Excuse me.

Can I help you?

Yes, sir, you can.

I got some questions for you, about Abby Jackson.

Happy to help, Miss Salazar. That's-that's a terrible thing.

Have we met?

I don't think we've had the pleasure,

but, you know, you-you were... you were all over the papers.

That was an awful mess, when you got shot.

We were all praying for you down at Holy Horizon.

Well, I appreciate that.

[sinister music playing]

You leavin' town?

Yeah. You know, just gettin' away for a few days.

That have anything to do with Abby Jackson?

I... [snorts] I hardly knew the girl.

May she rest in peace.

Well...

Funny thing is...

she called you

the night she died.

One of the last calls she ever made.

Huh.

I...

[laughs nervously] I don't remember that.

[clears throat]

You been drinkin', pastor?

Huh...

It's 11 o'clock in the morning.

No-no, I haven't been drinkin'.

I'm gonna need your license and registration, please.

Serious?

♪ ♪

[music intensifies]

[gasps softly]

[breathes shakily]

Sir, I'm gonna need you to step out of the vehicle.

[inhales sharply]

Of course. Just... give me a second.

[engine starts, revs]

Stop! Police!

Police! Stop!

[music further intensifies]

[grunts]

[officer] Hey! Found something!

[cell phone ringing]

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, Wanda. Can I call you back?

We're kinda in the shit right now.

[Salazar] It's the pastor. Pete Lightfoot.

I'm on him right now and I need backup.

-[static hisses] -[Flynn] Wait, what's this now?

[Salazar] He took off! Fled on me.

-And I think he killed Abby! -[Flynn] Okay, hold up.

Slow down and just tell me exactly what's happenin'.

[Salazar] He must've been the one who shot me at the cabin,

stinkin' of vodka and cinnamon gum.

He's our guy, I'm tellin' you!

-What's your 20? Wanda? -[static hissing]

-Flynn! -[Flynn cuts out] Wa...

Can you hear me?

[intense dramatic music playing]

[Flynn] Got your 20. I'm on my way with backup.

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

-[horns honking] -[tires screeching]

Fuck!

[horn blaring]

Oh, this fucker...

[siren wailing]

[tires screeching]

[grunts]

[music softens, fades]

[sirens wailing]

[Salazar] Pete Lightfoot...

exit the vehicle with your hands up.

Let's do this easy, pastor.

Come on out.

[ominous music playing]

I said put your hands up!

He's got a gun.

[Flynn] Drop the weapon, dickhead!

Flynn, don't shoot!

Pastor...

you and me are still good.

Okay?

You just need to tell me what you did with Kaycee Krummel.

I said drop the weapon!

[Salazar] Don't listen to him. Flynn, it's okay.

Hey. Hey. Don't listen to him.

Okay? Listen to me.

[whimpers]

You took Kaycee...

right?

And you killed her.

And you killed Abby?

[music intensifies]

I just need to hear you say it.

Pastor?

I'm sorry.

-No! No. No. -[music fades]

10-71! 10-71! We got shots fired.

We got a suspect down. We need medical to our location.

[banging]

-[indistinct radio chatter] -[muffled whimpering]

-[muffled whimpering continues] -[tense music playing, building]

[Salazar panting]

[breathlessly] Oh, God. Okay.

Oh my God.

[music softens]

-Oh my God. -Get me the fuck outta here.

You all right?

No, I'm not fuckin' all right.

That asshole drugged and kidnapped us.

Flynn, we got someone else.

[Flynn] Come with me. You're gonna be all right.

What's your name, sweetheart?

[Nina] Nina.

[groans, grunts]

Flynn! It's Kaycee!

It's Kaycee Krummel.

Where's that ambulance?

[Flynn] That EMS, right now, please.

[Salazar] You're safe now, Kaycee.

You're safe.

[somber music playing]

[cries softly]

♪ ♪

[music fades]

[phone line ringing]

[cell phone vibrating]

-[flatly] Hello. -[Sophie] Hi.

Um, I was just... checking in.

[Graham] Are you okay?

I've been better.

Right. Right. Sorry.

How's Jack?

[Graham] Honestly, he's not great.

He's been crying a lot.

And he's been asking about you,

and I just... [inhales deeply]

...I just, uh, keep telling him that Mommy is away

and that "she loves you very much."

Maybe I could come and see him tomorrow.

Soph...

I'm just trying not to make this harder for him.

I need to protect him.

[solemn music playing]

From me?

I've been working my ass off

to figure out what happened that night...

and I'm really fucking close.

I know you don't want to hear the details, but I...

could really use some support.

[Graham] You really think you know who killed that girl?

Yeah, I do.

[Graham] Well, then go to the police station

and tell them,

and I will get you a lawyer. I'll find a good one.

Thank you.

[Graham] Of course.

You're still my wife.

Goodnight, Graham.

[line disconnects]

[Nina] How's Kaycee?

Oh, well, they got her hooked up

to all kinds of fancy machines upstairs,

but doctors say she's gonna be just fine.

That's-that's good. She was nice.

Yeah. She's certainly been through a lot.

That man was a monster.

Messed me up good.

You're a lucky girl.

I don't feel lucky.

I feel stupid.

Think you're up for answering a few questions?

What else I got goin' on?

Did Pete ever, um...

mention Abby?

Yeah, he talked about her.

What'd he say?

[Nina sighs]

I mean, I just always thought he had a crush on her.

You know?

But...

however he felt about me and Kaycee, that's...

definitely how he felt about Abby.

And how was that?

Like... angry, but...

also...

horny. Like, he was scolding us for sex and stuff,

but it was like he...

[tearfully] ...like he got off on it.

[sniffles, breathes shakily]

Did it ever seem like...

-[breathes shakily] -...he might have hurt Abby?

I found her sweater in his car.

-[sighs] -[breathes shakily]

[huffs] Do you think he did it?

Do you think that he killed Abby?

Yeah, I think he did.

[dramatic music playing]

Nina?

Listen to me.

You are not stupid.

You're brave.

I'm sorry for what happened to you.

And Abby.

And Kaycee.

It is not your fault, Nina.

That man was sick.

And now he's gone.

-[Nina sniffles] -But we're still here.

♪ ♪

[Nina cries]

[Nina sobs]

[music fades]

[Jonny] Howdy. Thank y'all for comin' out today.

I'm pleased as punch to be up here.

I truly am, because...

what the sheriff's department accomplished yesterday,

well, it's nothin' short of a miracle.

These two behind me are Deputies Flynn and Salazar.

They are the real heroes.

And I am so proud to announce today that Kaycee Krummel

and a second victim

are both home safe and sound.

-[applause] -Whoo-hoo-hoo!

[whooping]

Now, we've identified an individual

by the name of Peter Lightfoot as a serial kidnapper.

That individual is now deceased.

Thanks to these brave deputies,

he won't be hurtin' any more girls.

Now, I have time for a few questions.

[reporter] Sheriff, regarding the victims,

can you speak on their health?

Both victims are recovering at Maple Brook General.

Are these kidnappings related to the murder of Abby Jackson?

Is Pete Lightfoot responsible for both?

No. These events do not appear to be related,

and I cannot comment any further on an open investigation.

But I do believe that Abby will have justice soon.

I thank y'all for comin' out. Y'all have a good day, now.

-[scattered applause] -There he is.

-Hi, babe. -Proud of you, baby.

[man] Sheriff, can I get a picture?

[camera snapping]

-[Jonny chuckles] -[officer] There he is.

You know I killed that shit, boy.

Sheriff, excuse me, but what the hell?

[Jonny sighs] Relax, Salazar.

We got someone else we like for Abby Jackson.

But how can you rule the pastor out for Abby?

They were close. She fits his MO.

He had an item of her clothes, for God's sake.

I am fully briefed on your theory,

but guess what?

The night that Abby died,

Pastor Pete was in the drunk tank in Southfield.

Ain't no way he could a done it.

What?

Now, why didn't we know this?

[Jonny] Christ, Salazar,

there was no reason for Southfield to tell us

they caught him jerkin' off drunk in his car.

No.

No, this has to be a mistake.

Listen, Peter Lightfoot was a real fuckin' sicko.

I ain't denyin' that.

But he didn't kill Abby.

Now, if you're done bustin' my balls...

I got somethin' for ya.

Your reinstatement papers.

You're welcome.

Thank you, sir. Uh...

They're backdated?

Yeah, to three days ago,

just to keep this all aboveboard.

I can't have an off-duty officer

takin' down a civilian, now can I?

Yes, sir.

I understand.

Now, what's this new lead?

[Ledoux] Sir?

I got a 20.

Well, you hear that?

Ledoux's got a 20 on our prime suspect.

Let's ride, Ledoux.

[phone notification pings]

[knocking on door]

Uh, hi. I-I thought I was meeting you guys

down at the station.

Excuse me?

To discuss the case.

I think I know what happened.

Well, we think we do too.

Now, I'm gonna need you to come with us.

[ominous music playing]

[exhales heavily]

Hey, come on. Come on. Move. Make a hole. Make a hole.

[Jonny] Just go through it for me one more time, would ya?

Tell me where you were and what you were doing

on July 18th.

My client has already gone through this.

-You don't have to answer that. -[sighs]

I don't mind.

Because it's still the truth.

I was at Margo Banks' lake house all night.

We socialized, we drank, I went to sleep.

In the morning, I woke up.

-While I was asleep... -I wouldn't advise that.

While I was asleep,

someone else stole my gun

and killed Abby Jackson.

What was your relationship to the victim?

I... didn't know her.

I... I told you this before.

I had never even met the girl.

You never even met the girl?

[Kirkland] That's what she just said.

So are we just about done here?

[Jonny] So I know you're not from around

these parts, Miss O'Neil,

but one thing about us Texans is we take our huntin' serious.

In fact, some of these old boys take their huntin' so serious

that they buy all kinds of fancy gadgets to...

give 'em a leg up.

Like, for example...

trail cameras.

Now, this little bugger here is battery-powered,

weatherproof, just about indestructible.

Chernobyl could go down, this little fucker,

well, he'd still be out there watchin' them hogs.

What's your point?

[tense music playing]

Well, here's my point.

That'd be Abby.

[music intensifies]

Who you never even met.

And that'd be you.

Holy shit.

I... I don't know what to say. Um...

We'll need that authenticated.

Of course.

So, Miss O'Neil, you wanna tell us

what you were doin' with Miss Jackson out there?

-I-I don't know. -[Kirkland] That's enough now.

I don't know. And I don't know...

I don't know anything other than the fact that I didn't kill her.

I didn't... I couldn't kill her. I wouldn't.

Well, you've done it before.

[Kirkland] We are done here.

Now, either you book her or cut her loose.

Have you looked into Brad and his mom?

Because I actually found out that Abby Jackson was...

Stop talking!

Can I have a minute alone with my client?

One minute.

[camera beeps]

[door opens, closes]

If you wanna say anything to anyone, say it to me!

Your job is not to help the police.

I know, but they're not even looking in the right direction.

Shh.

♪ ♪

You know when they tell you "Everything you say

can and will be used against you,"

it's not just for show, right?

-Yeah. -[door opens]

Miss O'Neil.

You're under arrest for the murder of Abby Jackson.

What? Wait. What?

[Jonny] Calm down so you don't get hurt. There's no need...

Can you do something about this?

[Jonny] ...to make this any harder than it already is.

No. Don't-don't do this!

Please!

What the fuck?

Do any of y'all think she did this?

Cat got your tongue, Flynn?

What do I know, Wanda?

[music fades]

[sighs]

[crying softly]

[sniffles]

[whimpers]

[sniffles]

[exhales softly]

[sighs]

[objects rattling]

[sniffles, inhales sharply]

[sighs, hesitates]

[quietly] What...

[dramatic music playing]

[exhales sharply]

Were they doin' it?

-Ma'am? -Abby and Brad.

Were they having sexual intercourse?

I mean, I don't... I don't know anything about that, ma'am.

Don't you dare clam up on me, Jamie.

We're talkin' about Abby here.

My daughter. Your friend.

And now when she needs you most, you have nothin' to say?

♪ ♪

Yes.

Yes. They did.

Okay. Um...

Did he get Abby pregnant?

Miss Jackson, come on.

-[Starr] Answer the question. -I don't know.

-Did he kill her? -I don't know.

[music turns somber]

Abby loved Brad.

He loved her too. He just took her for granted.

Cheated on her. Lied to her.

But it was Miss Jill who really had it out for her.

So, no, I don't think Brad killed her.

Yeah, I don't think he did either.

But I bet I know who did...

and they will get their just deserts.

On this side... or the other.

And maybe no one in this town cares about Abby...

maybe no one in this town cares about me, but...

they're gettin' theirs.

You know how I know?

Because I have faith.

-[chatter] -[country music plays in bar]

[indistinct cheering]

♪ I love Those honky-tonk crowds ♪

Yeehaw!

[shrieks]

♪ I love Those honky-tonk crowds ♪

[Callie] Squeeze those thighs!

-Whoo! Come on, Tay-Tay! -That's our girl!

-Whoo-hoo! -Whoo!

-[crowd cheering] -[song ends]

[emcee] All right!

Put your hands together for Taylor!

-Yew! -Whoo!

-Oh! -[woman] Over here!

[Callie] Okay, ladies.

I dragged you out here on a school night,

so first round's on me. Come on!

Whew, that was good!

Oh, I needed this.

Girls, it's been a hell of a lot goin' on.

Can you even believe that psycho

had Kaycee Krummel locked in his basement for six months?

Hello! What about Sophie O'Neil gettin' arrested?

Y'all, we were havin' margaritas with a murderer last week.

We deserve this.

-Cheers. -Hmm.

[pop country music playing in bar]

[Monae] Whew.

Margo Banks, what's wrong?

Look, I-I don't wanna put a damper on things.

Just...

[sighs] There's just something gnawing at me.

About Jill.

What about Jill?

[sighs] She's been off ever since Abby died.

Well... where is she anyway?

She did make a weird excuse not to come.

She said she was sick, but she sounded fine.

See? That's what I'm talking about.

Just... off.

Unless... maybe she's hidin' somethin'.

A-About what? Abby?

You know...

she never had one nice thing to say about that girl,

but she's been actin' so shook-up.

[Margo] Acting?

As in lyin'?

[Taylor shrieks] Oh my God, my coochie is rubbed raw!

What are y'all talkin' 'bout?

[tense, dramatic music playing]

[racking]

She did get real weird real quick

about those NDAs, y'all.

Exactly!

If you've got nothin' to hide, why not sign?

Hold on! There's a suspect in custody.

Do you really think Birkenstocks has it in her?

I'm just gonna rip the Band-Aid off here.

Maybe Brad killed Abby and Jill's covering for him.

Or maybe Brad's coverin' for her.

Okay. Hold on. This...

this ain't some stranger we're talkin' about here.

This is our friend, Jill.

We got questions, let's go ask her.

I don't wanna do that. She might get mad.

You right. We shouldn't all go. It'll just put up her defenses.

Okay, you and me, then.

You and me.

[music turns sinister]

Come on.

♪ ♪

[doorbell rings]

[Callie] If she's sick she oughta be home.

[Margo] Well, ring it again.

[doorbell rings]

[Callie] You know, I think...

I think she's got a hideaway key here someplace.

-[Margo] Yeah? -[groans]

Oh. Well, there she is.

We were startin' to get worried!

-Hey, girl! -Hi, y'all.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Oh, well, we missed you at Coyote Joe's.

Oh, I know. I've been fightin' this head cold.

Yeah, you are lookin' flush, girl.

It's nothin'. I feel fine.

Oh. Well, party at Jill's then, I guess!

-I'll get the rosé. -No, I'll get it.

No, it's all right. I know where it is.

No! No! No.

Oh, the kitchen, it's a mess.

I had to send the maid home today.

Can't get Sylvia sick or the whole house falls apart.

Jilly-bean, what do you got stashed back there?

Don't tell me it's the pool boy.

-It's... -Naughty, naughty!

I really think it's time that you leave!

Oh God, I'm goin' in. Relax!

I'm really... I'm fine, but I'm sick!

[Margo gasps]

Holy fuck!

-What the fuck, Jill?! -Shit.

Look, it's not what it looks like.

I didn't have a choice.

She showed up here shoutin' all these wild theories

about how I killed her daughter!

She had a gun! I didn't have a choice.

You have to believe me! It was between her and me!

I swear. I didn't have a choice!

Oh my God, we gotta call someone. Get Jonny.

No. No, no, no, no, no, no. Don't. Don't call anyone.

-I need to think. -Jill!

You have a dead woman on your kitchen floor!

Of course we gotta call someone!

You need to shut up for once in your life!

[tense music playing]

I have to think.

Okay, honey.

Listen...

-[sighs] We can help you, okay? -Yeah.

-Yeah. -[Margo sighs] We're friends.

[breathing heavily]

We care about you.

Both of us.

Sure you do.

Jill...

you need to lower your weapon.

Jill...

[music builds]

-[gunshot] -[grunts]

-[thud] -[Margo breathing heavily]

-[two rapid gunshots] -[whimpers]

[Jill, strained] You cunts.

-Oh... -[gasping softly]

[both panting softly]

["Hurt" by of Verona playing]

♪ I hurt myself today ♪

♪ To see if I still feel ♪

♪ I focus on the pain ♪

♪ But I remember everything ♪

♪ ♪

♪ What have I become? ♪

♪ My sweetest friend ♪

♪ Everyone I know ♪

♪ Goes away ♪

♪ In the end ♪

♪ And you could have it all ♪

♪ My empire of dirt ♪

♪ And I will let you down ♪

♪ I will make you hurt ♪

♪ If I could start again ♪

♪ A million miles away ♪

♪ I would keep myself ♪

♪ I would find a way ♪

[song fades]

[triumphant musical flourish]