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All right, that's enough practice for today.

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... Then do it.

Last word.

You can't just say last word and get the last word, you walnut.

Last word.

Charlie, clear your things away.

Sam, could you rent 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 gonna 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.

Sammy Sam Sam, there's my special girl.

Let me talk to Gamma, if you're pretty, please.

She's... taking a bath.

I feel our Gamma has been over-attempted 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 gonna have the sheriff

send over a car.

Sheriff? Why? What's wrong?

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.

Think the frying pan is with the pillows and the sheet

What if 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.

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, big doll?

Huh? 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 for me. I won't let you do that! Shut up!

Hello?

Yeah, I think we, uh... I think we switched phones last night when we,

um... You're at the high school?

Oh, my God, how old are you?

I thought you were a bartender.

No, no, I'll, um... I'll come to you. Uh, uh...

What room are you in?

Okay.

Don't judge me, Harold.

Stay off the grinder, Mary Hoppins.

What time do you get home?

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?

Huck. Hey.

Hey.

Sorry. Well, not about last night.

What about the phones?

Uh, 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, uh... 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 Rays since high school.

Well, you seem pretty popular to me.

Started blowing up around O Dark 30.

You didn't answer.

No. I thought it'd be more fun trying to crack the mystery of the girl from Shady

Rays. Hmm. Uh-huh.

Someone named B2's looking for you. Called twice.

Bravo Flavin. My spin instructor.

Five hang-ups from the county jail?

They cannot finish their sentences.

You got me, Veronica Mars.

I'm a drug trafficker.

High in vitamins.

Mostly B2.

Occasionally D.

I'm a defense lawyer.

Usually people are more receptive to drug trafficker. Okay.

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?

Um, 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 ar-

Put the gun down. Put it the fuck down. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey.

It's okay, deputy.

It's okay. God damn it. Get out of the way. Hey, hey, hey.

Let's just stay calm here. Her name is Kelly. Fucking move, asshole. Kelly

Wilson. Move.

Get out of the way. Just a teenager.

Put the gun down. Put it the fuck down.

Fucking move.

Let's go.

Let's 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.

She's gonna give me the gun right now Kelly fuck that somebody sooner put her

down

It's

alright Okay Ron we're good

Listen to me relax your body, okay 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 a 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, 13 years old.

Pink.

Is the shooter, um, is she... Kelly Wilson.

Your dad's in with her now.

Fast talked his way into the room.

Like a crayon slip in a new sweater.

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. They were trying to protect you,

Charlotte. try 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 DA both doing talking to me during the

middle of a double homicide investigation?

We're 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.

Uh-huh. We're talking death penalty.

Sheriff Coyne, Mr. District Attorney Coyne, 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.

Now I'd like to start with the 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 Coyne 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.

You can't be in here.

You can't be in here.

Her dad's an ex-con, Eli 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.

And being in the middle of that kind of thing...

Screws with you Nothing makes

sense because it's all just fucking senseless Time goes from a straight line

to his fear 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

There's nothing but absolute terror.

We need to get out of here.

So, anything happen with your day?

Lester was at the crime scene.

Keith doesn't know what took it.

You call me twice this morning?

Barkey 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.

You 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?

That'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.

See the 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 won't understand.

The coins are gonna 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.

Slutly?

Thuckly.

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.

I look on Miss 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.

Miss Wilson?

Do you have a second to talk?

What 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.

I don't know. 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.

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 to you about... She didn't kill them people.

She wouldn't have done something like that.

She always loved school.

She needs her mama.

But Eli told me to stay put.

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

Does she have any friends?

She, uh...

She loved everybody. She's just a sweet girl. She's seen any boys or? No, she

ain't interested in boys. She's working hard and 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? Ava. 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 the fuck up.

No.

That'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.

Well, how is Ava gonna fix that?

Well, because she needs to tell your dad.

You mean he's gonna 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.

No.

Kelly is intellectually disabled.

She has a language-based learning disability. I mean, she's a people

pleaser. That goes back to whatever she thinks you want to hear. She tested the

borderline deficiency.

I mean, 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's trying to kill her.

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 you talking about the murder weapon?

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

Jesus Christ.

That's why you erased the video?

But 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.

Time to go. Remember what I said.

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... 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 when... 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.

I heard there's a blind spot in the high school security footage.

Where'd you get that?

The get-in-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?

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, 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 on 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?

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.

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?

Work for your mother.

Funny thing about that.

The goat's already been there at least a week.

The fucker just showed up today.

Damned efficient of him, don't you think? I mean, the goat's already done

half the work.

You should call the police.

Hell, darling, the 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.

Well, silently weep then.

I know money's tight, but surely we can afford to buy sackcloth for the

children. What about food? We're going to pull that out of our asses too?

And the electric bill?

This higgledy-piddly 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 them it was dupe on 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 going to 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?

Mm-hmm.

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'd have 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.

Now, this should be the partial of u squared plus v squared, where v is

velocity.

What is it, Rusty?

Don't worry, it's not another heart attack.

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? What 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.

Shut the fuck up! Jesus Christ, Zach! 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.

Try to be fine, okay?

You telling her to run away?

Huh?

What'd she say to you, baby girl?

Oh, come on.

Ain't we gonna be friends?

Stop!

You leave us alone, Zach 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, Zach.

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!

Keep your mouth shut.

All

right,

stop right there.

Get over here, you fucking child.

I can't see. You have to run without me. I'm gonna tell you two, you need to run,

okay? Please, Charlie, you have to run. I can't leave you, Sam.

She's just a kid.

Charlie, now, you have to go.

Charlie, go, now. I want you to run.

Charlie, go!

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 hair. You.

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.

And I just cry silently from this land by your

hand.

I'm gonna come and put a letter in my chest.

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

I love you.