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She's a child. I won't let you touch her!

I think we switched phones

last night when we, um...

Hey.

Kelly Wilson is 18.

We're talking death penalty.

Hands in the air.

Kelly Wilson, listen to me.

Don't give them any reason to hurt you.

She sounds like her fucking father.

I want you to get

those fucking handcuffs off my wife.

You're gonna give yourself another heart attack.

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

Dad...

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

You leave us alone,

Zack Culpepper.

Samantha, you will always take care of Charlie.

Charlie, go!

Sam.

Sammy-Sam, oh, baby,

you have to come home.

Your sister needs you.

That was from Delaney at Nippon?

Well, they usually beg for mercy around the 750 mark.

You should look at Zampada v Corrugated, 2012.

No, call me back.

Dad should be here.

It's his fault our real house burned down.

It's his fault we never have any money.

Technically, on the house,

it was a Molotov cocktail's fault.

Or the thrower, more specifically.

Okay, that is terribly misleading.

One cannot buy every single item from this box for $1.

-It's an inelegant fix, but... -Where's Dad?

Why can't we go to a real store?

Everything in here fucking sucks.

If you're going to start using variations of the word "fuck,"

you need to dig deeper from your diaphragm

to emphasize the word.

This fucking sucks. Do you see the difference?

You push out the breath.

Fuh, fuh, fuh. This fucking sucks!

Mama.

Your father is at the courthouse,

waiting to hear a decision

as to whether his case has been dismissed.

So another rapist can rape again?

My brilliant girl.

You know, I will always give you as much rope as you need.

But I will not allow you to use it to hang your father.

It's really on the nose, considering what happened.

Always aim for the nose.

Dad cares more about lowlifes and criminals than he does us.

Your father cares about fairness.

He cares about you. He cares about Charlie.

And he cares about the world you have to live in.

In that order.

We're ten minutes out, Miss Quinn.

You said two hours.

-Then we go back. -Yeah.

Approximately. Maybe less.

Who is the mayor of this town?

Dilbert Coin.

And his brother, Victor Coin,

does what?

He's a judge.

And Judge Coin's nephew is who?

Jonny Coin, the district attorney.

And one day, Johnny Coin's son Kenny

will become the district attorney,

-correct? -I guess.

And Keith Coin will take over as sheriff.

And then what?

And then I won't fucking live here anymore.

♪ You took the air Out of my lungs ♪

♪ Whispered "you're weak" But you were wrong ♪

♪ Like you could rip The roots from me ♪

♪ And I'd just crawl silently ♪

♪ From this land ♪

♪ By your hand ♪

♪ I'm a wicker woman Put a lighter in my chest ♪

♪ Thought I wouldn't do it I meant every word I said ♪

♪ Ooh, don't test me now ♪

♪ I'm burning out ♪

♪ I've found the fire That I've always needed ♪

♪ Say you love me now ♪

♪ Too late somehow ♪

♪ I've found the fire That I've always needed ♪

♪ I'm a wicker woman with ♪

♪ I'm a wicker woman with ♪

♪ I'm a wicker woman with a ♪

♪ Lighter in my chest ♪

Daddy, hey!

Hey. You okay?

Death snickers at us all, my dear.

The eternal footman

will not hold my coat forever.

Oh, don't fucking Prufrock me.

I thought you were gonna die.

Six hour surgery, and they still couldn't fix his personality.

Ha!

Daddy, who did this to you?

I was set upon by a group of international terrorists...

who occupied the building during a holiday party.

Was your estranged wife

working for a Japanese conglomerate?

-Indeed she was. -Oh, my God.

The look on her face when I came through that heating vent

-with guns blazing. -Screaming:

"Yippee ki yay, motherfucker."

Die Hard.

Both of you, stop fucking around.

Hey, Rusty,

somebody tried to murder you.

I was stabbed. It was dark.

I didn't have a chance to exchange details with the fella.

Well, how did you know it was a fella?

That's a complicated question

with an equally complicated answer.

Gonna be hard for Kenny to build a prosecution off that.

There's more important things to deal with.

Hey, can you stop futzing with that?

I'm trying to talk to you about something.

And now we'll go live...

-Dad. -...to the press conference

at the Pikeville Sheriff's Station.

Baby Emma Alexander,

that precious child.

She was a miracle baby.

That's what her family called her.

The baby. Such a tiny little thing.

Poor innocent little sprite came around the corner

and was shot down like a helpless fawn.

Principal Douglas Pinkman heroically tried to stop

the shooter in her tracks, but was murdered in cold blood.

Kelly Wilson was prepared

to shoot every child in that school.

Your boss draws an interesting picture.

Not my box of crayons.

The Coins don't give a shit that you got stabbed.

The GBI should handle this investigation.

I'm going to talk to that agent... Wolford?

Rusty!

The tragedies would not have ended there.

Goddamn it.

I will not rest...

until I have secured the conviction

of Kelly Wilson...

...and see her sentenced to death...

Thanks a lot, for the support.

I made this promise to the widow, Judith Pinkman,

and the parents of baby Emma Alexander

that Kelly Wilson would

pay the ultimate penalty

for her senseless murderous rampage.

He's lying. He clearly knows who stabbed him.

You need to talk some sense into him.

Why is that my job?

Because he listens to you, Ben. He...

He respects you.

You need to tell him. He has to take this seriously.

Well, he respects me 'cause I don't tell him what to do.

How about standing up for me, hmm? How about taking my side?

The way that you've been on my side for the past two years?

Oh, Jesus. You really think now is the time to bust my balls?

Okay, fine. I'm an awful person.

I'm a heartless monster, and I destroyed our marriage.

Are you happy now?

No.

Ben.

-I hope your father is okay. -Quinns are very hard to kill.

Samantha?

Aunt Lenore.

How's Rusty?

He was touch and go, but they stopped bleeding.

They know who stabbed him?

Can you prove you were in New York when it happened?

It's good to see you.

It's good to see you too, baby.

Let's get this over with.

Did a clown convince you to follow him into the sewer?

He had candy.

You look like Gamma.

Is that Rusty's blood?

Take that off.

You can't walk around with blood on your shirt.

Ten bucks to look, 20 if you touch.

Oh, I can't believe it doesn't smell like whiskey.

Why are you here?

He's my father too.

So you saw it on the news and 20 years later,

thought you'd saunter in

looking like a Victorian vampire.

Technically, all vampires are Victorian.

Hmm. You sound like Gamma too.

Rusty called me last night and said he was dying.

He continues to disappoint.

I think Dad knows who stabbed him,

he just won't say anything.

Well, a school shooter's defense is more important

to Rusty than prosecuting a person who tried to kill him.

He wants Kelly to have a fair trial.

Oh, God forbid we stand in the way of what Rusty Quinn wants.

FYI, Dad's had two heart attacks,

one triple bypass, four scotches every night,

two packs of cigarettes every day,

and there is nothing I can do to stop him.

He continues to disappoint?

Bye, Sam! Goodbye!

It's people like your father who keep the Coins

from sending everyone they don't like to prison.

Someone needs to keep things fair,

and unfortunately for you,

that person is usually your father.

Sam. Sam.

Ready?

Well, if Rusty's so great,

how come everyone hates him?

Because the people who benefit from the system

don't want the system to change,

and your father is a threat to the system. Ergo?

Ergo, we're fucked.

Much better. Keep practicing.

Sammy-Sam-Sam.

You're here.

Yes. I'm here and you're alive.

Because I could not Stop for Death...

"He kindly stopped for me..."

You need to take it easy, dipshit.

No more working with Lenore.

All of your hearings have been moved,

and I asked Sonny Torres

to handle Kelly Wilson's arraignment this afternoon.

Oh, God.

Record scratch on the arraignment, sweetheart.

We need someone who's quick on her feet.

Otherwise, Carter Grail is gonna snake away my client

while I'm trapped in this cursed purgatory.

Well, you know I can't do it, Rusty.

-I'm a witness. -I know.

I believe he was talking to me.

You were there, during the shooting?

Sam can't do it.

She's not licensed to practice in Georgia.

Of course she is.

Her fancy-pants New York law firm has offices in Atlanta.

Just stand in for me today.

Darling, can you help your daddy make sure

the big wheels keep on turning?

She's a patent lawyer.

She's probably never even argued in front of a judge.

All they know how to do is help Rich Corporation A

sue Rich Corporation B for a godzillion dollars.

She entranced the judges for three years

on behalf of the Portland District Attorney's Office.

Which Portland?

Oregon.

Is this the real reason that you called me?

Charlie can't dance around like your trained monkey,

so you want me to?

Oh, thanks a fuckin' lot for that.

Baby, listen to me.

Nobody's looking out for this little girl, okay?

Nobody gives a damn why Kelly Wilson did this.

Not the police, not the investigators, not the Coins.

They think she's a cold-blooded psychopath.

All they want to do is kill her.

Because she murdered two people.

Samantha just talk to the girl.

Five minutes. You'll understand why.

You're the only person I can trust to keep the Coins honest.

Don't try to pass that torch on to me.

Dad, you really want to drag Sam into this?

What if the person who stabbed you goes after her?

-That won't happen. -How can you be sure?

-How indeed? -Dad!

Don't fight my battles, Charlotte.

Don't talk to me with that stick up your ass, Samantha.

-Don't be a smartass. -Don't be a dumb-ass!

Sh-Shut your fucking mouth when you're talking to me.

Oh, bless her heart, she still can't sell a "fuck."

You know, you both can...

fuck each other straight to hell!

I am aware of my dysarthria.

And you don't have to look at each other like Fred

and Velma catching a flaw in Scooby Doo's logic.

Whoa, Velma.

Your sister's clearly a Daphne.

And you're still a self-serving asshole.

I came down here because you said you needed me.

I do, sweetheart.

But now that you're here, just help me with this one favor.

Just this one thing that has to be done today.

No, I won't.

I am removing myself from this toxic relationship

where my father cares more about his clients

than his own damn children.

Charlie, you can have him.

I need this bullshit like I need another hole in my head.

Uh-oh.

Charlie, you know, I only have 16% of the peripheral vision

-in my left eye. -What is that?

I'm suing Rich Corporation A on behalf of Rich Corporation B

for a patent violation involving a pintle hinge mechanism.

Over one of those gross tampon containers in public bathrooms?

It's called the SaniFemme 3000.

Should be called the motherfucker

'cause that's how you feel when you have to use one.

I'm sorry about earlier. Uh...

I've worked very hard to find ways to control my temper.

Horse tranquilizers?

-Meditation. -Mm.

I tried that once. Irritated the shit out of me.

Why were you at the school yesterday morning?

I handle a lot of juvie clients.

I needed an affidavit signed by a teacher.

I was in his classroom

when Miss Heller started screaming for help,

so we ran to help.

On the news, it said it was Judith Pinkman.

-Miss Heller married Pink? -Yeah. Weird, right?

He was such a good coach.

Always made me feel like I could win every race.

He made me feel like I should sit with Mom in the bleachers.

They're calling Pink a hero.

Guess he tried to stop Kelly.

And Huck... Er...

Mr. Huckabee talked Kelly into giving him the gun.

Huckabee? What's his first name?

I have no idea.

Well, how did you prepare an affidavit without knowing

the teacher's full legal name?

Oh, wow.

You really were a prosecutor.

Charlie, this is important.

Was it Mason Huckabee?

Charlie, don't you know?

Mason's sister was raped by that guy from Bridge Gap,

Kevin Mitchell.

Dad got the charges dismissed.

No, I remember that case.

Girl's name was Anna Lee.

Anna Lee Huckabee, you walnut.

I can't believe he even talked to you.

We didn't do a lot of talking.

Whatever. None of this matters,

Sam, you gotta go home.

You gotta go back to your world

where you meditate and drink fancy tea

while you sue rich douche bags.

I t-travel with my fancy tea.

Dad's gonna be fine. Okay?

You know him. A client like Kelly Wilson

gives him a reason to live.

Sam.

I need you to go, okay?

You don't make sense here.

And Rusty and I are gonna be fine.

Dad's in the hospital,

and you saw two people gunned down again.

You don't know anything about me.

We haven't seen each other in over ten years.

Got a box turtle that knows me better than you do.

Charlie.

Just go, Sam. Just...

I want you to go.

How about you have a coffee with me and then I'll leave?

I gotta be in court. No.

Then I'll wait for you.

Sweet Mandy's is still open.

She was always so mean.

She's dead now.

Her daughter's a bitch too. Coffee's good, though.

Okay, let's meet there after court.

What's the point of all this, Samantha?

Doesn't have to be a point, Charlotte.

-Sam. -Last word.

I'm here live at the Pikeville courthouse

where crowds have gathered to witness

justice being brought to Kelly Wilson,

the alleged shooter

who perpetuated yesterday's violence

at Pikeville High School.

As you can see behind me,

the family of baby Emma Alexander is now entering...

Jesus fucking Christ.

-It's the family. -I'm sorry about baby Emma.

Justice for Emma.

Justice for Emma. Justice for Emma.

-Hey, Shauna. -Hey, girl.

-How's your dad? -Annoyed.

The hospital doesn't have an open bar.

-Hey, Taylor. -Hey, Charlotte.

Thank you.

Just keep moving it along, please.

Laptops out of the bag.

Cleet.

I seen your daddy's back at the hospital.

-Did you put him there? -Did I?

-Lyin' bitch. -Culpepper cocksucker!

Why are we here again, dumb-ass?

All right. Being straight,

I didn't do nothing this time, Miss Charlie.

It ain't my fault they didn't give me a receipt.

-I paid for the chips. -Yeah.

Suspect told officer to "kiss his Black ass"

and fled from the scene at high speed.

Now that's some bullshit,

because it wasn't that high speed.

How is he supposed to kiss your Black ass

if you're fleeing the scene?

Oh, my God, you were on your grandma's scooter.

Wasn't supposed to be chasing me anyway.

-Dude was being stupid. -Mm.

I looked up that dope car your sister rolled in on.

Starts at a quarter million bucks.

-Fuck me. -I know, right?

Okay.

Focus, pal. This is important.

Your job is to shut up while I try to argue for bail.

And you, you try not to look like

a dipshit who loves criming, okay?

Okay.

We'll make this real quick, Charlie.

I know you got a lot going on.

Thank you.

Hi, Charlie.

She's fine.

But you're way hotter, Miss Charlie.

-Oh, my God. -Your husband

done lost his damn mind.

What? Jail's boring.

What else we got to talk about, me being guilty?

Ben has his reasons.

You think you're the only one I'm an asshole to?

All rise.

Pikeville County Superior Court is now in session.

Get up.

The honorable Fred Coin presiding.

Stand up straight.

Dad.

Really? Dad?

All right. All right.

Let me tell you about Kelly Wilson.

Let me remind you, I said no.

I want you to know I was sorry to read about Anton.

Gamma despaired of you ever finding a boy who's your equal.

Well, Anton was-was so much more than that.

I gathered.

Sammy, what's so hard about losing the love

of your life is that...

You also lose the person who you were when you were with them.

The even harder part is figuring out who you are without them.

Did you figure out who you are without Gamma?

Just a handsome old cuss with two brilliant,

tempestuous daughters.

How did you know that I worked in Portland?

Jimmy Jack's a whiz with the computers.

I asked him to keep tabs on your stupendous accomplishments.

You have left me a voicemail every month

since I went away to college.

And not once did you ask me to return your call,

let alone come back.

How are things going with your sister?

Um, about as well as it's going with you.

Apparently, I've been replaced by a box turtle.

Mr. Darcy?

That old leaf eater's nothing but a shell of his former self.

Charlie told me that she went to the school yesterday

to see Mason Huckabee.

What's going on?

I imagine things she does not want her father to know about.

Is she cheating on Ben?

It's complicated, as the kids say.

When Charlie and I fell out in New York,

she-she told me Ben was the one.

Ben is the one.

It's only the last little while

that your sister's ghosts have turned into demons.

In what way?

Full disclosure, I just farted.

I'm aware.

Dad, is there something I need to know about Charlie?

As your mother once said:

"the truth must dazzle gradually,

or every man be blind."

Gamma was quoting Emily Dickinson.

Is it the Culpeppers?

Have they been harassing her again?

They've never made her life easy.

And what about your life?

Did one of the Culpeppers stab you?

Well, now, that was a different fella.

A fella who's also a client?

A fella who owes you money or a fella who just hates your guts?

My God.

You still got your courtroom chops.

I don't need my courtroom chops.

I-I need the truth.

You can't handle the truth.

All right, let's get down to brass tacks.

Lawyer to lawyer,

I need someone who'll stand up for Kelly Wilson.

There's more to her story than what you're hearing.

She doesn't just need a lawyer, she needs an advocate.

Someone who'll make sure that things are fair

or as fair as it can be with the Coins involved.

All right.

I'll make a deal with you.

What's your last word?

No, that's not how you use last word.

I'll handle the arraignment,

but only if you agree to back off the smoking

and the drinking so you can eke out a few more years.

Charlie doesn't need me. She needs you.

No dicking around, no quoting Dickinson or Euripides...

And I swear to God, if a clown nose makes another appearance,

I'll be out of here so fast...

-Yeah? -Are you clear about that?

If you're gonna tie both noses behind my back.

Yes, ma'am, Sammy-Sam!

There's a reason so many people want you dead.

♪ Amazing grace... ♪

I know what was wrong with Kelly.

She was a fucking slut

and ended up fucking the whole football team

in ninth grade like the fucking slut she is,

and ended up having six abortions

in one fucking month.

I want the motion filed first.

What's up?

-I got another meeting, so... -Yeah, okay. Um...

Listen, I'm sorry that I snapped at you before.

I was just being a bitch.

-I don't know where that even... -That's okay.

-It's okay. -No, baby, it's not okay.

I'm sorry.

Okay. Thanks.

I should get...

Sam's gonna meet me at Sweet Mandy's before she leaves.

That's good. Right?

She tricked me and stormed out of Dad's room in a snit,

and instead of peeling away in her Batmobile,

she waited downstairs for me to come and find her.

Wow.

It's weird how she's the only person in your family

who openly tries to manipulate people.

Is this a new suit?

Yeah.

I shouldn't have spent the money, but...

No, of course you should have.

It's smokin' hot.

Did you get this thing tailored?

Let me see. Oh.

Oh, my God, these pants. You actually have an ass.

-It's not too tight? -No.

It feels a little tight.

No.

Hey, Benny. Meeting started.

Benny.

You like the suit, huh? I talked him into getting it.

If I thought it would get him back,

I would smother you to death with my bare hands

and burn chunks of your body in my backyard

until every single piece of you was gone.

Respect.

Oh, by the by,

I heard your boss lady sister's

representing Kelly Wilson at the arraignment.

Kelly's already downstairs.

Your poor sister's been waiting at the jail all by herself.

She's gonna miss that window to prep her client.

Maybe Carter Grail can take over the case.

Samantha Quinn never misses anything.

Sam, you can't represent Kelly Wilson.

You told me you were gonna leave.

She's not even at the fucking jail, you fucking dummy.

What the fuck?

-Charlie! -Fuck! What?

Why are you running around like a crazy person?

Where are you getting these ridiculous outfits?

-Have you joined a prairie cult? -They transferred Kelly

to the courthouse half an hour ago.

And the cops inside told me to wait here.

I knew the Coins were slippery turds,

but this is completely unethical.

Welcome home. They want you to be a no-show,

so their favorite shit-stain lawyer

can take over the case. Where's your car?

I told him to come back in two hours, I can walk.

I use something called a sidewalk,

you may have noticed them. They run parallel to the roads.

You sure you want to do this?

An arraignment's not complicated.

It's just a legal formality.

This isn't a formality for Kelly.

She's gonna be exhausted. She's probably got PTSD.

She'll be nauseated. The food in jail is shit.

It's hard to sleep.

If she looks tired or dispassionate in court,

that'll come across as cold-blooded,

and you'll lose control of the narrative.

All of that will seep out into the jury pool.

Any more unsolicited advice?

You literally just solicited it.

You're not a prosecutor,

so Judge Lyman's not gonna kiss your ass.

His courtroom is painfully formal,

and he's not gonna like what you're wearing.

I have a long skirt you can borrow.

Is your brain no longer connected to your spinal cord?

We're in Pikeville, Sammy.

This isn't New York patent court.

Well, my cases are primarily handled through

the District of Delaware.

Be sure to use that imperious tone with Lyman.

He'll love it.

There's no accessible ramp?

No. I'm fine.

Fuck it.

Samantha Quinn for Kelly Wilson.

ID, please.

Lookie here, Todd.

We got Samantha Quinn, all the way from New York City.

I had to come down and see for myself.

How you doing, girl?

Is there, uh, anything

the sheriff's office can handle for you?

What's the status of the investigation

into my father's stabbing?

See, I need to keep on my toes with you big-city lawyers.

This strikes me as odd,

you representin' somebody who murdered two people.

Everyone has the right to a vigorous defense.

I'm ready when you are.

Take care of yourself, Samantha.

I'd hate to have to pull you out of the creek... again.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Has your dad said anything about Kelly at all?

Like, is she holding up okay?

Yeah, she's in good hands.

How about you?

I mean, she reminds me of my sister, you know?

They called it "being stupid" back then,

but Anna Lee wasn't stupid.

You know, I was the one that found her hanging in the barn.

Your dad tell you that?

Look... what I told you yesterday about the gun,

I think it's best if I just go...

No, you didn't tell me anything, okay?

Because if you did, I could be called to testify.

And I would have to tell them that you tried

to protect Kelly by doing something incredibly stupid.

And you would go to prison for a very long time.

Huck, you need to go home.

Okay.

Ma'am, you can't have that cane in here.

-It could be used as a weapon. -Under the ADA, I'm entitled

-to be able to bring my... -Either hand it over,

or I'm gonna have to take her back.

You can reclaim this from security upstairs.

Kelly, I'm Samantha Quinn.

I'm Rusty Quinn's eldest daughter.

I'm going to be handling your arraignment today.

The process should go quickly. You won't need to speak.

It won't take more than a few minutes,

and then you'll be returned to the jail.

You talk fast.

Let's start over.

Do you have any questions for me?

Well, I was wondering about your leg on account of the cane.

I suffered a traumatic brain injury when I was 16.

I'm all right now, but sometimes when I get tired,

I need a cane to help me walk.

Tell me about the jail. Are they treating you well?

There's some real mean people. But I'm okay, I guess.

Is your sister all right?

That cop smacked her real hard yesterday.

And your daddy told me she's tough.

But I seen her pass out on the floor.

Did my father warn you to not speak to anyone at the jail

and to be careful about what you say on the phone?

Yes, ma'am.

Only I-I had to tell the guards I was feeling

a little sickly from the food.

They was real nice, though.

Like I said, ev-everybody's been treating me real nice.

Except for some of the mean ones?

Yes, ma'am.

There's been some mean ones, that's for sure.

Okay.

All you need to know is that it's my job

to talk to the judge.

He'll ask me some questions and I will answer them.

What kind of questions?

The first one will be how you plead to the charges.

And I will answer that you plead not guilty.

But, ma'am, the gun was in my hand.

Them cops seen it.

And your sister and Mr. Huckabee too.

We shouldn't go into the details now.

Okay, but Mr. Pinkman and that little girl,

when they died, it was me drawin' down on 'em.

The gun was in my hand.

Do you have a boyfriend?

No, ma'am.

There was this boy I was liking named Adam Humphrey.

He's got brown hair, and he drives a Camaro.

But we don't go together or nothing.

What about adults?

Has there been anyone who's gone out of their way

to talk to you or help you?

Well, ma'am, everybody at the school is real helpful.

That's why they're there, to help kids learn.

So they're all very nice,

just like the people over at the jail?

Yes, ma'am. Everybody's real nice.

Kelly, you said yesterday at the school,

you saw a police officer hit my sister.

-Her name is Charlie. -Yes, ma'am, I saw.

Did Charlie hurt anybody?

No, ma'am.

Are you sure Charlie didn't hurt anybody?

This is very important, Kelly.

Well...

I don't know if she did or not.

Tell me the truth.

I think you saw Charlie hurt someone.

I'm sorry, ma'am, I-I don't mean to lie to you.

I know you're trying to help me.

Then admit the truth.

You saw Charlie hurt someone?

Yes, ma'am.

Now that I think on it, maybe she did hurt somebody.

-Did she hurt you? -Maybe.

I can't use "maybe" to help you, Kelly.

I think you saw Charlie hurt somebody else

who was in that hallway, correct?

Yes, ma'am. That's what I saw.

She hurt one of them cops real bad.

Kelly, the things we've talked about in here today,

they need to stay between us, okay?

No one needs to know what we've said.

-Understood? -Yes, ma'am.

I just don't want to get in trouble for lying.

He said it makes it worse when you lie.

Who said that?

The man who made the videos.

What videos?

I'm sorry, ma'am,

I think I'm not supposed to talk about it.

I'm your lawyer, so I don't count.

What did he say his name was?

Alls I remember was he was wearing a black cowboy hat

and a police uniform.

Was it Sheriff Coin?

I guess, ma'am.

You said videos, which means there's more than one recording.

Yes, ma'am, but that's my fault.

We had to restart a couple, three times

'cause I kept messing up what I was supposed to say.

He told you what to say?

Did you confess?

A fire emergency has been reported...

Kelly, I need to know

-what you said... -Ma'am, you need to exit

-that way. -Kelly. Don't talk to anyone,

Kelly. Understand?

-Don't talk to anyone, Kelly. -Let's go.

Don't talk to anyone.

Kelly. Kelly.

♪ And the people went Into their hide, ay-oh ♪

♪ Only then would they know ♪

♪ A blessing in disguise ♪

♪ The curse ruled from The underground ♪

♪ Down by the shore ♪

♪ And their hope grew With a hunger ♪

♪ To live unlike before ♪

♪ Mmm ♪

♪ Mmm ♪