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Did you know Kelly's pregnant?

How the hell did I miss it again?

Did she tell you the name of the father?

When Kelly gets it into her head, she's not going

to tell you something, it's locked down tight.

Everybody knows about the wham-bam.

Colton Alexander was the ringleader.

It's an easy story to sell.

Kelly murdered baby Emma to get back at Colton.

Charlie. Charlie!

I took that bullet so that you could get away.

That's all that mattered to me, Charlie.

He also said you were pregnant.

False alarm. Thank God.

You know I can't talk to Sam.

I am profoundly sorry

for my awful behavior in New York.

The more people push me to talk to them,

the less I want to talk to them.

Who is M. Pointer? And why is Zack Culpepper

sending him threats from death row?

Dad, look what I got...

It...

hurts.

E-everything hurts.

I know, Sam.

They're gonna fix you, I promise.

Where's... Mama?

She... She's gone.

Zack Culpepper killed her.

Char-Charlie. Charlie.

I'm right here, Sam.

Where's Mama?

I'm sorry.

Sammy, I'm so sorry.

Where's... Where's Mama?

Hey.

Hi, my handsome prince.

I know you said you needed space,

but Barky wanted to see you, so.

Harold didn't show for breakfast.

There's some really good-looking raccoons in the Greens' yard.

I'm scared he found a throuple.

I saw his car on the street.

He's still driving that Ferrari, right?

Where's Sam?

She's with Kelly Wilson.

Gotta make sure Carter Grail doesn't sink his fangs into her.

She sleep on the pullout again?

No, she went to the hotel.

We weren't in a good spot yesterday.

Guess all my old shit

on top of this new shit was too much.

Maybe she was just waiting for you to ask her to stay.

No, she wanted to be alone.

Haven't heard her cry like that in a long time.

It's just happening so fast, you know?

Dad's only been dead for 16 hours.

Well...

He told us what he wanted

after the last heart attack.

Put him in the ground next day. Don't let him linger.

I know you loved him.

He loved you back with his whole heart.

What was left of it anyway.

Lenore sent over the order of service.

You and Sam will have time with him alone

before everybody gets there.

He's requested an open bar.

Way to go, Rusty.

Found a way to make me glad Sam's here.

She can help with the bill.

Well, he already paid for everything.

I know what each of those words means individually,

but I've never heard them in the same sentence.

He wants a cocktail party.

Pigs in a blanket.

Hard liquor. His favorite music.

No pastor, no prayers. He's asked Lenore

to read 16 poems...

and quote some lines from Star Trek,

and tell everybody there that.

Rusty Quinn was the most handsome man she ever knew.

Is she going to do it?

Nobody can say no to your dad.

He never did learn how to use "last word."

I should get ready, 'cause.

Lenore's gonna pick me up in an hour.

Thanks, Ben, for the...

I'll see you there.

Thank you.

Hi, Kelly.

Ma'am, I'm really sorry about your daddy.

There's women here just bawling,

they loved him so much.

Thank you, Kelly.

Let's... Let's talk about what's next.

I'm going to be speaking with a lawyer

out of my Atlanta office later today.

She's an expert in your type of case.

But I'm not going anywhere.

I'll be working closely with her to see this through.

That's what my father would have wanted.

- It's what I want. - Yes, ma'am.

If that's what you want.

It needs to be your choice.

Kelly, your father's going to try to pressure you

to change lawyers.

That would be a very bad idea.

Yes, ma'am.

My mama done told me that

that you was the best one for me.

H-how are things at home with your father?

Does he treat you okay?

I don't know what I done to cross him,

but he acts like I ain't even there most of the time.

What about your teachers?

I know you like Mr. Huckabee.

You ever seen him outside of school?

I seen him at the grocery store, and that was weird.

Do you know a boy named Colton Alexander?

Well, everybody loves him because he played football.

Have you ever been alone with him?

No, ma'am.

Not alone.

He's Emma's older brother.

You know that, right?

Well, I guess that makes sense,

on account of they got the same last name.

Kelly, what you told me in the courtroom about the baby...

Does anyone else know?

Good. Let's keep it that way for as long as we can.

Will you tell me who the father is?

The shooting at the school...

I don't think it was your idea.

I think the father of your baby put an idea in your head.

He wanted you to take that gun to school.

Kelly, do you know that a lot of school shooters

are killed by the police?

And I know this sounds awful, but...

I think the father of your baby

thought the police might shoot you.

Could that have been his plan? For you to be killed?

And then he wouldn't get into trouble.

You don't have to protect him, Kelly.

If he cared about you and your baby,

he would have already come forward.

I think he wanted you both gone,

for those deputies to kill you.

- Kelly. - I know what he wanted.

You shut up.

Just shut your damn mouth.

Ain't nobody gonna kill my baby. You hear me?

- I hear you. - You hear?

I hear you.

Cleaned up good, doll.

Never thought the old fuck would beat me to it.

I told my kids to put my ashes in a goldfish bowl

and stick me on a shelf at the titty bar.

Remains to be seen.

You want my report on the Kelly case,

or should I wait on Her Highness?

I'm still the bitch who signs your checks.

Adam Humphrey, kid Kelly had a crush on,

got shipped off to one of them Jesus camps in Texas

where they try to scare

- the gay out of you. - Delightful.

Kid booked it after the first week.

Nobody knows where he is. Probably living on the street.

Thanks for that cheerful ending.

Rusty told me to hold off on looking at Emma's father.

Why would he do that?

Douglas Pinkman came back clean.

Mason Huckabee, model citizen, usual debts and bills.

What about Colton Alexander?

Nobody's willing to go on record about the wham-bam.

Little shit better hope he don't meet me

in a dark alley one day.

That's all I got.

All right, baby, let's get you out of the sun.

Last time I was here was for Mama.

At least we can drink this time.

Do you want me to go in with you?

I'm okay.

Kind of an unusual request for a reception.

Sam.

Fuck! Charlie.

Lucky break.

You've been dressed for a funeral since you got here.

Let's get this over with.

Why'd he pick this hideous coffin?

It's a casket.

Coffins are usually six sided and tapered

to conform to the shape of the body.

Tell me more about coffins, Sam.

They have removable lids instead of hinges.

They usually don't have rails.

And they're typically made of wood

to look more like furniture.

Okay.

Jesus Christ, he looks like an elderly sex worker.

The pores of the skin don't absorb

- any of the make-up. - No. He promised me

that he was gonna look handsome.

I don't want anyone seeing him like this.

Charlie.

Just help me close this stupid thing.

Charlie, you're gonna break it if you pull it like that.

Goddamn it, Sam, just help me.

There's gotta be a safety mechanism here.

Oh, you mean so it doesn't slam shut and kill him?

- Okay, I got it. - Fuck.

All right, I got it, I got it. You can let go.

You can let go. Just let go, let go, let go!

What were his last words?

I don't remember exactly.

He told me about a photograph of Gamma.

Yeah, on his desk. We talked about that yesterday.

No. It was a different one at the farmhouse.

He took it on their first date,

and he wanted us to find it together.

He knows I don't go into the house.

Well, he said you'd know where to look.

How would I know where to look?

I don't know, Charlie, it's all I remember.

Then he started coughing and I went to get some water.

You remember every goddamn thing I don't want you to remember.

And you can't remember his last words.

Charlotte, you have been trying to pick a fight with me

since I arrived.

Samantha, go fuck yourself.

- You go fuck yourself. - Oh, great.

Ten years later, we're picking up right where we left off.

No, it's where you left it off.

What the hell do you want from me?

You, Sam. I wanted you.

I needed you.

And you grabbed the first chance you had

to cut me out of your life.

Don't you dare put the blame on me.

You told me to stay away.

Since when do you ever listen to me?

I've been telling you to go home since you got here.

And all you've been doing is picking at me about Ben

- and picking at me about Huck. - Stop it.

Stop it, Charlie. I swear to God, Charlie.

Stop it. You were supposed to be happy.

That's why I stayed away. So you didn't have to see me.

So my brokenness wouldn't be a reminder.

You were supposed to have Dad and Ben and Lenore

and chickens and babies.

I can't have babies.

I can't have babies.

I miscarried in New York. Ben doesn't know.

Neither did you, I guess so...

Hey, Sam.

I miscarried in New York.

The second time was in the bathroom of the courthouse.

And the third time...

Third time?

After that, Ben said we had to stop trying.

But then two years ago, I forgot to take my birth control.

And then I stopped taking it on purpose.

Charlie.

We made it to six months.

We were going to name her Harriet.

After Gamma.

You asked where my light went. That's where it went.

Bled out of me every time I lost a baby.

Little Bear.

I want you out of this town.

That's what Gamma asked me to do that night.

It's why she grabbed the shotgun.

It's why I stayed behind in the woods

is so you could get away.

I didn't get away.

What?

I didn't get away.

Go now. I want you to run.

Charlie, go!

- Sam. - Come back here!

Get rid of her. I'll grab the little one.

Come here, girl.

Right there. Hold still.

Zack, get off her!

She's just a kid!

You piece of shit.

It's Charlotte Quinn from next door.

Daddy, call the police.

- Get her inside. - Come here, sweetheart.

And turn off the lights.

Come on.

We're gonna get you cleaned up.

Come on. Let's go in here.

That's right.

Okay.

Charlotte, you're safe now.

Hey, Charlie!

- Charlie! - It's your daddy.

All right, hold on to me. Hold on to me.

Come on. That's right.

Charlie. Charlotte!

Oh! My baby!

My treasure.

- Are you...? - Daddy.

You all right?

Daddy.

Gamma.

I know, I know.

Sam.

- Sam is... She's... - We'll find...

We'll find her. We'll find her.

I'm sorry, Daddy.

Sam told me to run, but when I looked back...

It's okay, baby. It's okay.

Doesn't matter. Doesn't matter.

All that matters is you're safe. Okay.

You all right?

- You okay? - Daddy.

- Daddy? - Yeah?

Zack... He put his thing in me.

I'm sorry. Daddy.

I'm sorry, Daddy.

Sam told me to run, but I couldn't run fast enough,

and I couldn't stop him. I was so scared.

Now you listen to me, Charlotte Quinn.

Whatever you did out there was exactly

what you should have done.

You hear? It's not your fault.

I'm your daddy. And I'm telling you,

none of this is your fault.

Maybe...

You can't tell.

Promise me. Nobody can know about this.

You can't tell anyone.

I don't want them to know. Nobody can know.

All right. It's okay.

Okay. Charlie Bear.

Of course not.

Hey.

You know those boxes

you all brought back from the thrift store?

I want you to take what that bad man did to you

and I want you to pack it away in one of those boxes.

All right, we're going to tape it shut.

I'm going to seal it tight,

and I'm going to put it on the shelf way up high.

I'm going to leave it there. All right?

Until we're ready to talk about it.

Until you're ready to talk about it.

All right?

I don't want to talk about it.

Well, then we won't.

We won't.

Not for now.

Dad brought it up over the years,

but I didn't want to talk about it.

Not with him, not with Lenore, not with Judith.

I never even told Ben.

Or me.

I did tell you, Sam.

In the hospital.

You kept forgetting.

And then when you could remember,

all you wanted to hear was that I got away.

I mean, what was I supposed to do?

Tell you you got shot in the head for nothing.

You could have told me later.

In New York, when you screamed at me

the pain was only bearable because I escaped?

Your survival, your recovery

were all built on me getting away.

You're right.

It got me through. But...

I can take it now.

You don't have to protect me anymore.

It was a long time ago.

I can still think and talk and move and run.

It's not a competition.

How about we settle on feeling lucky that we both survived?

Gamma didn't believe in luck.

Well, yes, but technically, luck is being prepared

for the occurrence of random positive events.

You're so much like Gamma.

She made me promise that I'd always find you.

And I let you get lost for too long.

But I'm here, Charlie, and I'm not going away.

I'm gonna miss you, Daddy.

Can I have the last word?

Yes.

Bye, Dad.

The entire town mourns the loss of your father.

I hate to intrude on the solemnity of the day,

but I want to assure you that we will not oppose any motion

to change counsel in the Wilson case.

Thank you, Kenny.

Kelly isn't changing counsel.

I'll be overseeing the case from New York

while an attorney from my Atlanta office

handles the day to day.

Well, you might want to think about how that'll come across.

Pikeville juries don't respond well to outsiders.

Your judges seem to.

I'll give you a little bit of advice from a fellow litigator.

Arrogance doesn't serve anybody well, particularly a woman.

Kenny, I'm not arrogant. I'm condescending.

Do you really think getting drunk is a good idea?

I think it's what Dad would have wanted.

Heh.

Why didn't what happened in the woods come out in the trial?

Because I didn't want it to.

Didn't Jeremiah Coin know?

No. He was too busy bragging about his son

murdering Daniel Culpepper.

Dad let me decide.

He didn't want to push me to tell because he knows...

Knew.

What happens to victims on the stand.

What a cluster of fucks.

Is Charlie eating anything or just drinking?

Snitches get stitches.

So do bitches.

She missed you.

She'll never admit it,

but she really missed you.

I missed her, too.

What are you going to do now that Dad's gone?

I don't want to be the anchor that holds Charlie in place.

Maybe I'll retire to Florida, and be with my people...

Bitter old white women on fixed incomes.

Well, this is depressing as fuck.

Everybody here hated him. Hey!

They didn't hate him. They just didn't understand him.

He loved Shakespeare. Star Trek.

A brilliant physicist named Gamma...

After the gamma ray.

Two amazing lawyers.

One named Charlie, one named Sam.

Bottomless glasses of whiskey, endless packs of cigarettes.

And you were his best friend for over 40 years.

He loved you.

And fart jokes.

God, did he love a fart joke.

Welcome to club don't want to be here.

I heard the after party is lit.

Who are all these people?

Rusty's clients.

The folks and the fellas.

People who really loved him.

- Hey, Charlie. - Hey.

- Hey. - Hey.

Hey!

I wanna tell you how much I appreciate your daddy.

Helped me get my kid back.

Thank you.

Hey, Rusty helped me get a job.

Made my dickhead ex pay child support.

Come on, Rhetta, she don't need to know our business.

Oh, okay.

- Cheers. - Thank you.

- Whoo. - Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah. More.

Oh, more? Okay.

There you go.

Whoo, now that's Rusty's daughter.

To Rusty!

Rusty!

How'd you squares hear about the happenin' spot?

You bring her up to speed on the Kelly Wilson stuff?

We're nowhere on who the father is.

What about the asshole who stabbed Dad?

What about him?

Did Dad tell you who did it?

If he wanted to prosecute the fella,

Rusty would have had the fella prosecuted.

What fella?

Was it Emma's brother, Colton?

He was mad Rusty was representing Kelly.

No, it was Emma's father.

That's why Rusty asked you to hold off

on looking into Greg Alexander.

Right?

And they say she's the smart one.

Motherfucker.

Your daddy understood Greg Alexander's pain

and what he could drive a man to do.

I'm gonna cheese it.

Got more ex-wives here than makes me comfortable.

Fucking Rusty.

Forgiving his own murderer.

There is a difference between forgiving and forgetting.

Oh, my God,

you are one "Wax on, wax off," away

from a full Mr. Miyagi today.

He still makes my cooter twitch.

I stopped being on his side.

I belittled him in front of our friends,

bitched about him to his sisters.

Picked on everything he did. I just...

wore him down.

He left because he couldn't take it anymore.

I don't blame him.

It's no way to live.

You argue about the little things

because you don't talk about the big things, right?

Why didn't you tell him?

It's my secret.

It belongs to me.

I mean it, Sammy. Last word.

Fucking hell, it's the Culpeppers.

How's about we get out of here?

Got no respect.

Get back in the truck.

- Hey, Cleet! - Chuck.

Why don't you join the party?

- He's dead now, motherfucker. - Charlie.

- Charlie. - What are you gonna do?

Let's go, Charlie.

Stop, stop, stop.

- Oh, yeah. - Let's go.

Come at me, you fucking hillbilly.

What if I could show you a video of Kelly Wilson's confession?

Because I can.

The fuck are you talking about? You'll get fired.

That's okay. I already quit.

What?

My name is Kelly Wilson.

It was me that loaded the gun.

I'm responsible for them people

who are dead at the school.

She's obviously reading from something.

Keith probably made flash cards.

I killed Baby Emma and Mr. Pinkman.

And it was with my daddy's gun.

And that's what I did.

That's the truth.

Electronic trespass and theft. Both felonies.

Excellent.

Would a sophisticated hacker leave a digital footprint?

I played it on Kenny's computer, and I recorded it on my phone.

His password has three exclamation points

after Go Dawgs.

Did you find anything else?

You mean like CCTV footage?

That line that Kenny spewed about the GBI analyzing

the videos is bullshit.

He's got this local expert witness

who will say whatever Kenny tells him to.

Camera angle is a little weird, but you can fill in the blanks.

Pink was shot first, not Emma.

- Mason was right. - Kenny lied.

He knew people would care more about baby Emma than Pink.

There's no way that Kelly knew

Emma was about to come around that corner.

Kelly told me she didn't know Colton was Emma's brother.

The only time I saw her angry was when I asked about the baby.

And it was the first time I thought,

she's capable of shooting two people.

But why was she so agitated before it started,

pacing around, talking to herself?

She looks like she's psyching herself up to do it.

I don't know if that's good or bad.

Dad would have persuaded the jury it was good.

Maybe she didn't want to do it.

Maybe Pink startled her and then Emma startled her.

And now two people are dead

because a person with a gun was startled.

Rusty said criminal cases are like an etch-a-sketch.

You gotta keep shaking them until you get the full picture.

That's not how an etch-a-sketch works.

Can we go to the farmhouse now?

I want to try to find that photo of Gamma.

No fucking way.

Y'all can find that on your own.

This was dad's last wish.

He said you'd know where to find it.

I haven't been inside that shithole in years.

Charlie, please.

Fuck.

Doesn't "GOAT" mean the greatest of all time?

Wasn't he?

I'll get the door.

This higgledy piggledy monstrosity.

It's worse in there than his office.

- Should we just... - Burn it all down?

Maybe seal it off like Chernobyl.

We had a good morning, though.

Gamma was happy. Even you were happy.

Did he stop using the kitchen?

He used it for storage.

Lenore kept him fed.

Any idea where the photograph of Gamma could be?

Fuck if I know.

It's like Dad took a giant shit in the house

and told us to find the corn.

Babe.

This is art.

Where did he get such a large TV?

Don't your clients pay their legal bills

with household electronics?

All those years I told myself Rusty was fine.

This isn't fine.

I tried to help.

I know you did, Little Bear, but this...

This is Dad's pain.

That's why I wake up at 3 in the morning

and vacuum out the kitchen cabinets.

That's not Dad's pain. That's yours.

I'll think about that the next time I meditate.

Well, we have to look through all of this.

Oh, Sam. That'll take weeks.

Months, years.

It's here. I know it's here.

It's one endless pile of crap on top of another.

LeBrons, limited edition.

Oh, no, baby, don't open those.

We can sell them for cash.

Cash pile.

Charlie...

Come here. I wanna show you something.

Zack Culpepper.

What the fuck is this?

I found one just like it at Rusty's office.

I asked him about it at the hospital, and he blew me off.

Why did you let him blow you off?

Because he died, Charlie.

"You owe me"?

That's what the other one said.

That's what they all say.

Why would Dad have anything to do with Zachary Culpepper?

What the fuck, Rusty?

The Hulga Hopewell Trust. M. Pointer, trustee.

Why do those names sound familiar?

This goes back years.

Hulga Hopewell and Manley Pointer

are from a Flannery O'Connor short story.

"Good Country People."

This account

has nearly 2 million bucks in it.

Where did the money come from?

$2,000 payable to Zack Culpepper Junior.

Signed by M. Pointer.

"The truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind."

Emily Dickinson.

Dad quoted the lines to me twice.

When I first saw him and right before he died.

What truth?

That he was Zack Culpepper's fucking pen pal?

It wasn't the "truth." It was the "gradually."

Why are you speaking in riddles?

Charlie, we're together, all right.

Dad wanted us to find all of this together.

What, like some kind of fucked up treasure hunt?

This looks very illegal.

This looks very fucked.

Rusty set up a grantor trust

and created a fake trustee as a shield.

Right.

He wanted to pay Zack Junior two grand a month,

but he didn't want Zack Junior

to know where the money came from or anyone else.

Zack Senior knows.

And so he sent Rusty a note every month

to try and intimidate him.

But he sent the note to the trustee, not to Rusty.

Fucking psychopath.

What if Rusty getting stabbed

had nothing to do with the school shooting?

Do you think Cleet Culpepper figured out.

Rusty controlled the money?

Zack Junior's not smart enough to figure out anything.

Cleet's been in and out of prison since you left.

He's smart enough to unwind a scam,

especially if there's 2 million bucks on the line.

Dad's office used to be upstairs.

There might be some old records.

Okay, I'll have a look.

- Ben. - Yeah?

If Cleet Culpepper knows about the money,

what's he gonna do now that Rusty's dead?

There's an old shotgun upstairs too.

Find it.

Samantha.