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Come on.

Up!

Dumbass.

What the fuck?

All right, that's enough practice for today.

It's time for supper.

You're supposed to be helping me train, Charlotte.

The whole point of a blind pass is for...

I know the point of a blind pass, Samantha.

- The definition is in... - Then do it.

Last word.

Hey, can't just say "last word" and get the last word,

- you walnut. - Last word.

Charlie, clear your things away.

Sam, could you rinse some dishes for supper, please?

I could have sworn I picked up a frying pan at the thrift store.

I can't keep living out of boxes.

Mama, do we have to go back to school tomorrow?

My calculations tell me it's gonna rain.

Well, your calculation is incorrect.

I'm going to leave you to work out why.

Go wash your hands for supper.

Mom. Which door is...?

Never mind.

"Not knowing when the dawn will come,

- "I open every door." - Emily Dickinson.

Don't let your sister answer that.

- Hello. - Sammy-Sam-Sam.

There's my special girl.

Let me talk to Gamma, if you pretty please.

She's... taking a bath.

I feel our Gamma

has been over-attentive to hygiene lately.

You mean since the house burned down?

Appreciate you holding that back

as long as you did, sweetheart.

Tell Gamma when she gets out of the tub

that I'm going to have the sheriff send over a car.

Sheriff? Why? What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong, sugar.

It's just they never caught that bad old fella

who burned down the house.

And today I got another fella's case dismissed.

And some folks don't like that either.

You mean the man who raped that girl who killed herself?

I mean the man who was not proven guilty

beyond a reasonable doubt

due to your daddy's spectacular oratory skills.

Lenore, why is my life filled with contrary females?

This is the part

where you should congratulate your daddy.

Congratulations, dear father,

on freeing a man who did a bad thing

so he can do bad things again.

I appreciate the effort,

but giving your dad shit is my job.

Last word.

He asked the sheriff to send someone.

Okay, okay.

Worrying about that is also my job.

You're so pretty.

Prettier than I ever was.

I wish your grandmother had lived to know you.

She was smart, like you.

Relentlessly happy like Charlie.

Her hair had white in it like mine.

Promise me. You promise me.

Now go wash your hands.

I think the frying pan is with the pillows

and the sheets in the bedroom.

Mama! Come quick!

Charlotte Quinn, how many times have I told you

not to use adjectives in place of adverbs.

Samantha, I need you to quickly make your way into the kitchen.

It's okay.

It's okay.

No it ain't.

Who else is in the house?

No one. Just the three of us.

Don't lie to me, bitch.

Okay, you tell me what you want...

I give it to you, and then you leave.

Oh, yeah?

And what if I want that?

Please. I'll do whatever you want.

- Anything. - Anything?

Come on, brother, stop fucking around.

- Where's Rusty? - He's at work.

I can take you there right now.

- Mom, don't. - You got something to say?

No, she didn't say anything. She's just scared.

Why don't we go out back, figure out what you boys want?

No. What'd you say? I swear I heard you say something.

No. She didn't. She just...

Hey! What about you, baby doll?

You got a name?

You got your own room in this rickety old place?

- You want to show me? - Get the fuck out of my house.

- Shut up! - She's a child.

- She looks old enough to me. - I won't let you touch her!

Why don't you shut up!

God.

Hello?

Yeah, I think we..

I think we switched phones last night when we...

You're at the high school?

Oh, my God, how old are you?

I thought you were a bartender.

No, no, I'll-I'll-I'll... I'll come to you.

What room are you in?

Okay.

Don't judge me, Harold.

Stay off Grindr, Mary Hoppins.

What time do you get off?

Hey, Quinn.

You fucking liar! You got my cousin killed.

We're gonna kick your ass.

Charlotte Quinn.

Can you help me with something, please?

Don't you have something better to do, girls?

Like go to class?

Oh, good Lord God.

- Huck. - Hey.

Hey.

Sorry. Well, not about last night...

but about the phones.

Last night was fine.

I mean, it was good, but I'm married.

I'm separated technically,

but still very, very married.

Well, it's none of my business, but...

he'd be fucking crazy to let you go.

I'm a lot of work.

I don't usually do what we did.

I mean, I haven't been to Shady Ray's since high school.

Well, you seem pretty popular to me.

Started blowing up around o'dark-thirty.

- You didn't answer? - No...

I thought it'd be more fun trying to crack the mystery

of the girl from Shady Ray's.

Someone named B2 is looking for you.

Called twice.

Riboflavin. My spin instructor.

And five hang-ups from the county jail?

They cannot finish their sentences.

You got me, Veronica Mars. I'm a drug trafficker.

High-end vitamins, mostly B2, occasionally D.

Right.

I'm a defense lawyer.

Usually people are more receptive to drug trafficker.

- Okay. - I'm Charlie Quinn.

The name on your credit card was different.

Yeah, it's my married name,

but what the hell were you doing looking at my credit card?

Settling your tab. That's what a bartender does.

There's only two reasons

people's assholes pucker like that

when they hear the name Quinn.

One, is they hate me and my dad

because we're the only defense lawyers in town

who don't roll over for the cops.

The morning bell's about to ring.

And the other is you've been hanging out

with those inbred idiots down at the Holler

who think the Culpepper brothers didn't murder my mother.

Look, I grew up in Bridge Gap.

The whole state knew what happened, okay?

Now all that matters is you want to be married.

I've got work to do. Let's just leave it at that.

How about I leave it at a go fuck yourself, you arro...

Active shooter in the high school.

We've got about a hundred kids about to file in.

Help! Somebody help! Please!

Charlie.

Shit!

Charlie.

- Charlie! - Oh. Please!

Somebody help me! Please!

Please!

Charlie.

Go before this lamb, oh Lord.

Be not far from her.

Please.

Get down!

Shut the door!

Hands in the air! Hands...

Put the gun down! Put it the fuck down!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey!

It's okay, deputy. It's okay.

Goddamn it! Get out of the way!

Hey, hey, hey. Let's just stay calm here.

Her name is Kelly.

- Kelly. Kelly Wilson. - Fucking move, asshole. Move!

- Get out of the way! - She's just a teenager.

Put the gun down. Put it the fuck down.

Fucking move, move!

- Let's go! - Go, go, go!

She killed Coach Pink.

Whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Look at that kid. That's Greg Alexander's kid.

- Hold your fire! - Charlie, go!

Come on, take the fucking shot!

I don't have the shot.

Hold your fire, deputies.

- This girl is a student. - Get out of the way.

She's gonna give me the gun right now. Kelly.

Fuck that. Somebody shoot her!

Put her down!

What the fuck?

What the hell, Ron? You fucking shot him!

It's all right.

Okay, Ron. We're good.

Put her on the ground. Go, go, go!

I saw her hands move. She might have another weapon.

Kelly, comply.

Pat her down.

The fuck'd you say?

You killed fucking Pink.

You fucking piece of shit.

She murdered Greg and Gina's baby.

Shut the fuck up.

You know what you've done?

Kelly Wilson. Listen to me.

- Stop moving. - Relax your body, okay?

- She's recording us. - Don't give them any reason

- to hurt you. - Put the phone down, Quinn.

She is safely in custody. She is not resisting.

Read her her rights and bring her to the station.

Do not be the reason this case gets tossed.

She sounds like her fucking father.

Phone.

Want me to chain her leash to the table?

I want you to get those fucking handcuffs off my wife.

Now get the fuck out.

The little girl.

Emma Alexander.

Freshman. Thirteen years old.

Pink?

No.

Is the shooter...? Is she...?

Kelly Wilson. Your dad's in with her now.

Fast talked his way into the room.

Like a greyhound slipping into a sweater.

Heard you had a little slip and fall

this morning during the melee.

Dan Mercer knocked the ever loving fuck out of me

- with his Glock. - There's no cause

for that kind of language here, Charlotte.

Well, I'm a little confused, fellas.

I was handcuffed, but I'm in the break room.

I'm a witness, but my clothes aren't in evidence.

- I was pistol-whipped. - Pistol-whipped, come on.

Hang on, hang on now. They were trying

to protect you, Charlotte.

Tried to keep you from getting too close

to a dangerous killer.

She was restrained on the floor.

No telling whether or not she had other weapons on her.

Ron was just doing his job.

They were using unnecessary force.

I have it all on my phone.

Oh, your phone, was it?

Now, I think you're talking about the phone that belongs

to the man that you came to see this morning.

After seeing him last night.

That would be Mr. Huckabee,

who accidentally erased it from his device.

And from the, whatchamacallit, the cloud.

What are the sheriff and the D.A.

both doing talking to me during the middle

of a double homicide investigation?

We were just making sure that we're all on the same page

vis-a-vis your unfortunate injuries.

There's no need to get distracted

from the big picture here.

Putting a teenager in prison for the rest of her life?

Well, the good news is we won't have to wait that long.

Kelly Wilson is 18.

We're talking death penalty.

Sheriff Coin, Mr. District Attorney Coin,

should you be in this room right now?

Ma'am.

I'm Agent Delia Wolford

with the Georgia Bureau of Investigation.

Mr. Bernard is here in his capacity

as assistant district attorney.

But you can ask him to leave if you like.

Good.

I've been tasked with investigating

the accidental discharge of Deputy Dawson's firearm.

And I'd like to start

with a chronology of this morning's events,

- if that's okay. - No offense,

but "accidental discharge"

tells me exactly how you want this to go.

And we both know I don't have to talk to you.

I'm only interested in the truth, Mrs. Bernard.

I work for the state of Georgia, not the Coin brothers.

Mr. Huckabee had his hands in the air when Ron shot him.

Huck was not a threat.

He was literally disarming Kelly Wilson.

Did you see what he did with the gun?

I saw him take the bullets out of it,

but I was pretty distracted by the deputies jumping on Kelly.

All right. Thank you.

Charlie.

You can't be in here.

You can't be in here.

Her dad's an ex-con. Ely Wilson. Mom's Ava.

Cops are looking for him in the Holler.

I honestly don't know how dad does it.

He's always the calm

in the middle of a storm.

Being in the middle of that kind of thing...

It screws with you.

Nothing makes sense.

Because it's all just fucking senseless.

Time goes from a straight line to a sphere.

And it's not until much later

that you can hold it in your hand

and look at all the sides

like, yeah, that happened and then this happened.

But in the moment, there's nothing but absolute terror.

Charlie.

We need to get out of here.

Yeah.

So anything happened with your day?

This was at the crime scene. Keith doesn't know I took it.

You called me twice this morning?

Barky swallowed a sock.

He's okay. He puked it out in the truck.

He's a Marine, your friend.

Enlisted straight out of high school.

Awarded a Bronze Star.

Moved back to the area to become a teacher.

And less than a year later, he's talking down a school shooter.

I heard he barely flinched when he got shot.

I mean, I would have fucked him if you hadn't.

Baby, I'm so sorry.

Probably got a concussion.

You should stay at Lenore's tonight.

Yeah.

So instead of a brain aneurysm,

I can go into a sugar coma.

It's not funny.

Not even a little bit?

- Ben, I... - Did you come with him?

No.

Yeah, but it was nothing.

I had to use my hand. It was like a sneeze.

Wow. Thanks for giving me that image

every time I sneeze for the rest of my fucking life.

Lenore's here.

Baby, you look like hell.

Yeah? You should see the other guy.

He's totally fine.

This isn't whiskey, but it'll help with the shock.

Every cop in the state's here. Population doubled in an hour.

Did your dad talk to you?

I heard Kelly's mother works at the Old General.

I can just take you home. Your dad will understand.

The Coins are going to goat-rope Kelly's parents

into saying something they shouldn't.

Somebody needs to warn them.

I cheated on Ben.

How'd that happen?

I got drunk and asked a stranger

to stick his penis inside of my vagina multiple times.

That sounds like a Charlie from a long time ago.

I don't know what I was thinking.

You were thinking it's been six months since Ben moved out.

And you were lonely.

Heard he's having lunch with that new girl in his office.

Slutlee?

Fucklee.

Kaylee.

You heard it, too.

I hear a lot of things, baby.

Don't pay attention to gossip.

What would make a teenage girl do this?

School shooters are usually male.

That look on Ms. Heller...

Mrs. Pinkman's face. They were married 22 years.

She always watched over me at school.

Judith was taken to the hospital.

They had to sedate her.

Sam loved Pinkman.

He was her favorite coach.

She loved running.

She loved winning.

That's Rusty Quinn's girl.

Suspected shooter.

Kelly Wilson's parents.

Father, Ely seen here in a booking photo

from a previous arrest..

Miss Wilson, you have a second to talk.

The hell kind of business somebody like you want with me?

I'm Charlie Quinn. Rusty Quinn's daughter.

He's the defense attorney representing Kelly.

We ain't got your kind of money.

No, the state will take care of his fees.

You're that girl my cousin said

fucked over the Culpepper brothers.

Put Zack Senior on death row.

Got his brother Daniel shot dead with your lies.

Did you see that?

Look, Miss Wilson, we don't have a lot of time.

The cops are looking for you.

They want to talk to you about Kelly.

- But listen to me. - Is Kelly all right?

She's okay. My father will talk...

She didn't kill them people.

She wouldn't have done something like that.

She always loved school.

She needs her mama. But Ely told me to stay put.

Can you think of any reason why she might have done this?

She have many friends?

She, She loved everybody. She's just a sweet girl.

She seeing any boys or...

No. She ain't interested in boys. She's...

She's working hard on getting her grades better.

Was she struggling in school?

Kelly's stomach's real sensitive.

- I should make her some soup. - Ava.

Do they have crackers at the jail?

- I heard the food... - Ava, shut the fuck up.

What did you say?

Shut the fuck up.

Just because the cops want to talk to you

does not mean you have to talk to them.

Don't talk to reporters. Don't talk to anybody.

Trust me when I tell you, you need

- to shut... - Shut the fuck up.

It's Mr. Huckabee from the school.

What? No, Ava, I just told you.

What the fuck?

Charlie Quinn.

Why are you answering Ava's phone?

Why are you calling it?

Because I just spent four hours

telling the cops how there's no way Kelly fits the profile

of a school shooter,

but nobody will fucking listen to me.

How's Ava going to fix that?

Well, because she needs to tell your dad.

He's going to be Kelly's lawyer, right?

Why did you delete a video of a police officer assaulting me?

Because people make mistakes, you know?

Not everything has to be a fight.

You better hope this is a fight.

It's a death penalty case.

N...

No.

Kelly is intellectually disabled.

She has a language-based learning disability.

I mean, she's a people pleaser.

Echoes back whatever she thinks you want to hear.

She tests in the borderline deficiency range.

Yeah, I'm not a lawyer,

but I know you can't execute someone with a low IQ.

Huck, they do it all the time.

A school and a criminal prosecution

have very different standards

for what qualifies as diminished capacity.

One wants to help her, and the other is trying to kill her.

Jesus.

Huck, we're both witnesses.

We're not supposed to talk about what happened.

You did a good thing.

You talked Kelly into giving you the gun.

They probably would have

killed her if you hadn't been there.

The gun you watched me put on the ground, yeah?

I left the gun there. That's what you saw, right?

Are we talking about the murder weapon?

I mean, it's a good thing if they can't find it, right?

That helps Kelly.

Jesus, Huck.

That's why you erased the video?

Look, the kids are always

messing with the security camera.

There's a blind spot.

Shut up! Stop talking.

Don't say anything. I'm not your lawyer.

Nothing that you say to me is privileged.

Charlie, I...

- Time to go. - Remember what I said.

Ma'am.

Sammy.

You can piss in my face

but don't tell me it's raining.

Kelly's social media is locked down,

but I'm monitoring the Tick-Tack and the Insta.

Man. Lenore, make sure my suit's pressed for tomorrow.

I don't want to look like a rumpled old hobo

in front of the cameras.

Can they press your face?

- Charlie bear. - Hey.

Hey, Jimmy Jack.

Heard you had a tough time this morning.

That's a magnificent understatement.

Told the Coins they can expect another lawsuit

for excessive force.

Yeah, I'm not sure now's the time.

Good idea, baby.

Never kick a fresh turd in a hot day.

Have you talked to Kenny

about a deal to keep Kelly Wilson off death row?

No. Something else going on with this girl?

She's a unicorn.

Dad. She's not innocent.

I was in the hallway.

You know as well as I do

there's innocent and there's not guilty.

And there's not a lot of rhyme and reason in between.

Hey, Jamie, I need to reschedule Rusty's meeting.

I heard there's a blind spot

in the high school security footage.

Where'd you get that?

The gettin' place.

Get anything else while you were there?

They're worried about the murder weapon.

Like, maybe they don't know exactly where it ended up.

That's a pickle.

That's an educated guess.

Was it this attractive new teacher

who provided you with this information?

Next Thursday'd be great.

Thank you so much, Tammy. 9:00.

I find myself in need of a lift home.

Where's your car?

Flat tire versus old knees.

Someone slashed his tires at the station.

So, a parking lot full of cops, somebody slashes your tires

and nobody saw anything?

Excellent narration of events, sweetheart.

Let's continue this riveting conversation in the car.

Far be it from your daddy to give you advice in your new man.

He's not my anything.

Happened once. It's not gonna happen again.

He's nobody.

Pick up anything else from this nobody?

They can't test you for syphilis until a week later.

Stay tuned.

You're gonna give yourself another heart attack.

It's not my heart I'm worried about.

Tell you what, Charlie Bear.

I've had a long, long time to think about my one

wild and precious life.

I think the thing I loved most about your mother

was that she was a hard woman to love.

Rusty, I've had the second shittiest day of my life.

I'm begging you to get to the point.

You remember she said to me about a month before she died...

We'd had a fight.

She said, "Russell, I gotta figure out before I die

whether I want to be right or I want to be happy."

Dad.

If I knew how to fix things with Ben, I would.

"First product of self-knowledge is humility."

Are you gonna keep quoting Flannery O'Connor till I break?

Worked for your mother.

Funny thing about that.

"Goat" has already been there at least a week.

"Fucker" just showed up today.

Damned efficient of 'em, don't you think?

I mean, the goat's already done half the work.

You should call the police.

Well, darling, police probably did it.

Do you want me to come in?

I know you don't like going inside, baby.

Tomorrow expect a light rain in the early evening,

followed by a northwesterly wind.

If you find yourself

trapped in an avalanche,

do not cry out or open your mouth.

Instead, put your hands in front of your face

to create a pocket of air as you're coming to a stop.

Charlie, quit reading and help me with these stupid boxes.

I'm sorry about you and Paul.

His parents said it's too dangerous to be around me

because of Rusty.

Paul can't break up with you.

You let him put his hand up your shirt.

You read my diary, you little shit.

My dear, I don't think the Board of Education

will grant you an interview.

You've terrified everybody at the high school.

The middle school teachers,

they cry whenever they hear your name.

They don't all cry.

Silently weep then.

I know money's tight.

But surely we can afford to buy a sackcloth for the children.

What about food?

We're going to pull that out of our asses too?

And the electric bill?

This higgledy piggledy monstrosity

is twice the size of our old house.

And we're not going to pay any bills

if you don't tell those malignant Culpepper brothers

to pay the $20,000 they owe you.

You can't get blood from a stone.

Try blunt force trauma.

Lenore sent another invoice this week.

She told 'em it was due upon receipt.

I believe that fucking miracle when I see it.

Mom, you said a bad swear.

What bad swear did I say?

Well, if I say it, then you're gonna know that I know it.

And then I'll possibly get in trouble for saying it,

but also for knowing it.

Little Bear, don't show your work.

My love.

My only hope is that someday you can forgive me

for being such an imperfect man.

"Hope is the thing with feathers

that perches in the soul.

Sings the tune without words.

"And never stops at all."

Perhaps you'll indulge me.

If you put on that clown nose, I swear to God I'll stab you.

What is that?

Weather Prediction by Numerical Process?

Previous owner kept some weather equipment out back.

Apparently, he sent the data to NOAA

to help them track atmospheric conditions.

He was a citizen scientist.

I got the paperwork to sign us up.

We can all be citizen scientists.

Whole family.

We can predict the weather together.

This calculus was done by an intoxicated toddler.

No, this should be the partial of u squared plus v squared,

where v is velocity over two.

What is it, Rusty?

Don't worry.

It's not another heart attack.

Are you okay?

Well, see...

- Dad. - I was fixing myself a drink.

And this angry fella jumped out of nowhere.

What do you mean, this angry fella, Dad?

Wh-What's happened? What's going on?

Oh, baby, it's not looking good for your old pappy.

Charlie Bear, come quick.

Okay, Dad, hey. I'm gonna hang up now.

Okay. I gotta call an ambulance.

I'm on my way.

Dad, do you hear me?

Daddy!

Fuck!

Shut up!

I said shut the fuck up!

- Jesus Christ, Zack! - Damn it!

Why'd you have to use my name?

We won't tell. We won't tell.

You won't tell? Girl, I just blew your mama to bits.

Do you really think you're making it out of here alive?

We need to get out of here, man.

As soon as we can, Charlie, we run.

Okay?

You telling her to run away?

What'd she say to you, baby girl?

Oh, come on, ain't we gonna be friends?

Stop! Leave her alone.

You leave us alone, Zack Culpepper.

Come on, brother, we had a deal.

Sure. I mean, a man's only as good as his word, right?

Stop it! Stop!

Come on, Zack! Enough!

Just having a little fun, brother.

Let's just get this over with.

Fuck, man, the cops are here.

- Shit. - All right.

Let's move. Go!

- Open the door! - Shut up!

You scream, I shoot you both dead.

Keep your mouth shut.

All right. Stop right here.

- Get over here! - Charlie.

I can't see. You have to run without me.

When I tell you to, you need to run, okay?

Please, Charlie, you have to run.

I can't leave you, Sam.

We're gonna need to slit her throat.

She's just a kid.

What the fuck are you doing?

Charlie. Now you have to go.

Charlie, go now. I want you to run.

Charlie, go!

Sam!

Samantha,

one day you will be gone from this stifling town,

and you will find your place.

And you will give love just as fiercely as you receive it.

Everything that is lacking here,

you will find out in that big, vibrant world.

You just have to promise me one thing.

If you find yourself

trapped in an avalanche...

That you will always,

always take care of Charlie.

Put your hands in front of your face

- to create a pocket of air. - You find her.

Don't make her find you.

Promise me.

Hey, Sam.

Hey, Sammy-Sam.

I'm sorry, baby.

You have to come home.

Your sister needs you.