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Them flies are getting thick.

Somebody ought to give you a good hosing.

Hmm.

Heat ain't helping.

Well, reckon you'll keep another day.

Be good, I'll bring you
some more water around noon.

Bye, Daddy.

Okay. Come on.

Come.

What the devil is all this about?

Why was I brought here?

Games? Must we?

Not that I mind a slight case of abduction,

but I have tickets for the
theater this evening;.

To a show I was looking forward m.

And I get, well, kind of unreasonable
about things like that.

With such expert play-acting,
you make this very room a theater.

You have a good walk?

Yes, my dear.

Top notch walk this morning.

Top notch constitutional.

It's been weeks since I left my mark.

Would that they had eyes 10 see.

Hey! Don't you get Miss Billy in here
with them dirty feet!

Sorry, old chap.

You wanna make flowers today?

I'm busy.

I have very important work to do.

M'!

Ascension removes me
from the disk and the loop.

I'm near final stage.

Some mornings,

I can see the infernal plane.

You haven't made flowers on me
for maybe three weeks.

Makes me sad, is all.

Ah! Come up on me lap, lass. Here.

And let me comfort you in your distress.

You're gonna make fun
of me again.

Now, why would I do
a thing like that, huh?

Is it because you're nay so bright?

Because of your head
being so slow and like?

Oh, you better let me go,
'cause I'll burn your eggs.

Hmm?

You're gonna lose a kneecap
if I gotta ask you again.

Now take it out of the bag
and put it in the machine.

Don't look at me.

Look at the TV.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Why are you showing me this?

That little girl is the one
you said went to see her daddy,

Marie Fontenot, circa 1990.

I took a "missing juvenile" report.

And when I went back to follow up on it

the file said, "Report made in error."

I never wrote that.

So I marched it right into
the Sheriff, Ted Childress.

He's dead now.

He did it.

What did Sheriff say?

He said he'd changed it.

That he knew the mother and the father.

The aunt and the uncle.

It was a niece once removed from him
or something.

It was a chain of command.
No reason to change it.

I just follow what the big man says.

It's

how this all works.

I tried to get back
with the mother,

I tried to get back with her,

she was gone, she split.

The file was gone.

Nobody said a word.

Later that year, I was in state CID
on Ted's recommendation.

Nobody ever gave me a reason
to second-guess it.

It's chain of command.

Right?

What do you think?

I don't think he's lying.

As far as he knows.

"As far as I know?"

What the fuck is with you, man?

It'll be a whole lot safer
if we staged something, Marty.

Send the Maserati over the guard rail.

Boys, slow down.

Be careful out there.

I can get you a cafeteria lunch
if you're hungry.

That's all right, Miss.
I gotta get on with my work.

Lots to do today.

Oh, all right.

We're gonna hang on
to your phone

and your gun till we get safe.

We'll mail them to you once we know we are.

Does that work for you, Steve?

You can bet your ass it doesn't.

And it's Sheriff Geraci to you, shitheel.

Look, Steve, you're gonna wanna
swing some dick on this thing.

I'm gonna give you
a couple reasons why you won't.

First off, we found this tape
in your possession.

It's a video of the little girl
that you said was not missing.

Second off, all findings
are with lawyers ready to be fonuarded

to media outlets, Feds, CID, US Attorneys.

Should either one of us
get sworn a warrant,

or either one of us just fall off
the face of the fucking Earth,

as people are want to do
in your neck of the woods.

So, just think about
that little girl, Steve.

What about your boat?

That ain't my boat.

- You know whose boat that is?
- I've never seen it before.

It's gonna come back on you, you assholes.

One way or another.

You just think about
that little girl, Steve.

For quite some time,
I'm gonna be thinking about you, Rust.

Hey, one other thing, Steve.

I got an old sniper pal, all right.
Contract's already been paid.

Me or Marty, we see cuffs or coffins,

you're gonna end up in the dirt.

Then we're gonna smear your name.

I got something coming for you, baby.

Your psycho bit don't cut me, boy.

You hear me?

What the fuck? Hey!

I strike you
as more of a talker or a doer, Steve?

That's my fucking car!

God damn it!

L'chaim, fat-ass.

You motherfuckers!

Fuck you!

That's old Sheriff Childress.

He's got no kids.
No location on any of his relatives.

You think they could
have wiped out birth records?

I don't see why not.

I mean, half those hospitals
along the mast are gone now.

You know,

we got a dead end on the relations

then what else is there?

Case files.

You want pre-'98 or after?

After.

We're going to have to be looking
at these records with fresh eyes, Marty.

All right? Like we're totally green.

Why green ears?

I mean, assuming that's our guy.

I don't know exactly.

My thinking was
it was probably leaves of some kind.

You know, 'cause we do know
that he came at her through the woods.

Why? What are you thinking?

I'm looking for '95 Dora Lange
canvassing photos from Erath.

Why?

Well...

Rush

come over here.

Now, you think, back then...

Does that look like a
fresh paint job to you?

- Green ears.
- Yeah.

Maybe they were sticking out of his hat.

Maybe he painted that house.

I'm going to look up old addressees.

Fuck you, man.

Something has been bugging me
for the last 10 years.

Not every day, just now and then.

When we went at it' the day you quit,

were you holding back?

No, I don't see how I could have.

Oh, yeah, you do.

You've always had such
an inflated idea of yourself.

Meaning what?

Meaning, it seems pretty damn arrogant

to hold back in a fight with me.

You think you could've put me down?

Ah, I don't know. Hell,
I'd have had to kill you.

And you were so goddamn mad.

Yeah, um...

You know,
when she told me, she said

not to blame you,

that it wasn't your choice' you were drunk

and she made it happen.

Everybody's got a choice, Marty.

Shit, I sure blamed you.

Blamed me for what?

For pushing a good woman
to the point where she had to use me,

use our partnership to get rid of you.

You were just being a lying sack of shit.

You know, she couldn't have used you
if you didn't want some.

There you go.

Everybody's got a choice.

And yet, she still cares about you.

You went to see her, I take it.

- She came by the bar.
What?

When?

She was just checking on you,

wanted to make sure
I wasn't getting you in any trouble.

You should've fucking told me.

Maybe. I guess.

I reckoned it was best
to just avoid her name.

Didn't want to invite judgment.
You never liked being judged.

No, you're right. I don't. Not by you.

Well, I didn't say a word.

Well, I could read it all over your face.

Well, then your problem
is with your face, not mine.

It's hard to find something in a man

who rejects people as much
as you do, you know that?

I never told you how to
live your life, Marty.

No, no, no. You just sat in judgment.

Look, as sentient meat,

however illusory our identities are,

we craft those identities
by making value judgments.

Everybody judges, all the time.

Now, if you got a problem with that,

you're living wrong.

What's scented meat?

Can I help you?

Did you happen
to live here back in '95?

No, we didn't live here back then.

- This is my grandma's place.
- Mmm-hmm.

Your grandma, is she still with us?

- Alive you mean?
- Yeah.

Yeah, she's in an old
folks' place, Abbeville.

Mrs. Hill, now,
this is a very strange question,

but do you remember
back in the winter of '94, '95,

did you get your house painted?

I did. Yes, I did.

A nice green.

I don't remember what they call it anymore.

Do you happen to remember
who it was that painted your house?

Well, yes.

I don't remember the name
but they were nice men.

They worked for our parish,
yard work, house painting.

My church, they got a discount.

- Good work for fair pay, back then.
- Mmm.

Do you remember, by any chance,

names or just any other details?

Um...

I remember they charged $250
for the whole house exterior.

- Hmm.
- And one of the men, the younger one,

he had scarring
all along the bottom of his face.

Mmm-hmm.

Ms. Lily, back then,
did you or your husband work?

My husband, Butch, he's always worked.

He was offshore for city services.

- Did he pay his taxes?
- Always.

A lot of good it did him.

Thank you so much.
You've been really helpful.

Thank you.

There you go.

Husband took the write-off December '94.

$265.

Paid by Butch Hill
to Childress and Son Maintenance.

Mmm-hmm.

Yes. Yes.

Here we go.

Business license first issued
to Billy Childress 1978.

- Same name as that... Yeah.
Sheriff.

Uh...

Okay, business license
not renewed since 2004.

Okay, name comes up a
lot in public records.

Looks like they had a lot
of parish contracts,

public state property, landscapes...

I want to know where he was.

Okay

All over the coast.

Okay.

It looks like they did maintenance
for a lot of schools,

playgrounds, cemeteries.

Run a background on Billy Childress,
find his son.

Okay

Here we go.

William Lee Childress,

born to Lizbeth Childress, 1944, Erath.

No son showing. Address, DMV, old license.

Highway 27, scum.

Get out of here!

Oh! Oh!

Can you smell the flowers,
Miss Billy?

One to the Feds, one to state CID,

one to state attorney, one to US attorney.

Two to national papers,
two to local papers,

two to national channels.

It's a whole story, near as we got it.

There's a copy of the tape in each one.

The case files and our depositions,

everything we got.

Now, 24 hours passes and I don't stop you,

mail them all out.

Then lay low a while.

How's that case going?
Uh, Lake Charles.

None of your fucking business.

Your old partner give you anything yet?

None of your fucking business.

Why did you call me?

Why not my partner?

You I can read, him I can't.

And why would you need to do that?

What have you two been doing?

All those late nights
at your offices the last month?

Christ. So, that's it? That's all you got'?

Ain't for you to know.

But I know you've been pulling case files
all over south Louisiana.

It's about Cohle's theory, way back?

He's fucking with you.

He's a manipulator. Sociopath.

You know this.

What do you know about Sam Tuttle?

All the branches of the family?

The, uh, marsh cove, devil worship,
child sacrifices?

You sound like Cohle.

It points in every direction but him, huh?

Man, I knew you were gonna say that.

You know something' you're obstructing.

We don't know.

But we're following up an idea.
Maybe nothing.

But, time comes,

we know we got something,

you get a call' you gonna
do the right thing?

You're speaking riddles to me, white man.

You sound like Cohle.

Again.

We get something, do you want the call
or you want it to go to someone else?

Give it to me.

Just make sure you come running.

That taste.

What?

Aluminum. Ash.

I've tasted it before.

You still see things ever?

It never stops, not really.

What happened to my head
is not something that gets better.

Uh, this is it.

Call Papania.

Shit. I can't get a signal.

I'm gonna ask to use the phone.

You know what, I'll go ask.

Marty.

This is the place.

Hello.

Aw, damn it!

Oh, pardon me, ma'am,
uh, we're professional surveyors,

and got lost on these back roads
like a couple of greenhorns.

Uh...

Cell phone is getting no service out here.

Is there any way that I could, uh,
use your phone?

- We don't have no phone, mister.
- Oh.

- That's too bad.
- Yeah.

- Uh...
- No, I said!

Stop it over there, or I'll kick you.

Could I trouble you
for a glass of water?

The water around here
is not really good.

Sit, I said! Stop it! I'm gonna kick you!

Where's Billy Childress?

- Old Bill'?
- Yeah.

He's in his house, mister.

Oh.

This isn't his?

Where... Who do you, uh, live here with?

I think you should go now.

Mmm-hmm. Uh...

Where is he?

All around us.

Before you were born,

and after you die.

No! No! Get out of my house, mister!

Many, clear the house.

Don't move! On your knees, now!

On your knees, now!

No.

Ugh.

Everybody has a phone.

Where's yours?

He's gonna come for you.

He's worse than anybody.

No!

Where's your fucking phone?

Come with me, little man.

Come in here with me.

Rust?

Yeah?

- Rust!
- Here!

Come on inside, little priest.

To your right, little priest.

Take the bride's path.

This is Carcosa.

You know what they did to me?

Hmm?

What I will do
to all the sons and daughters of man.

You blessed, Reggie,

Dewall,

acolytes,

witnesses to my journey.

Lovers.

I'm not ashamed.

Come die with me, little priest.

Rust?

Rust?

Now, take off your mask!

Rust?

Ah!

Oh, fuck!

Ah, he out me pretty good' Marty.

No, Rust.

It ain't bad.

It ain't bad.

Give me a forward team in the house.

Give me a second team on that back house.

Deputy, light up these woods.

Here!

Here! We're here!

Hey!

That's the last thing I remember.

I was on the ground,

sirens.

Saying my friend's name.

The girl is a nut.

She talked some but...

It was a group of guys,
pedophiles and so'f.

Voodoo worship.

The man Cohle shot dead
was the old man's son.

No records.

The girl was at least a half-sister.

- DNA comparison...
- Stop.

Really, man, stop. I don't wanna hear it.

Well, we're still
cataloging everything.

But knife cast came back from that shed.

One of them matched our Lake Charles case.

Another matched Dora Lange's wounds.

Had his prints.

Look, man, we owe you on this collar.

How's Rust?

He hasn't woke up.

Been in a coma since surgery.

They came by when you first got here.

- Ma'am.
- Hi.

It's so good to see you all.

I didn't expect you.

How are you?

Oh...

Good.

I'm fine.

Yeah, I'll be fine. I mean...

lam

fine.

And now, the latest news update

in the case of alleged
Louisiana serial murderer

Errol William Childress.

It's a story that first broke nationwide
two weeks ago,

when two former police officers,
now private detectives,

released information to a number of
news and Jaw enforcement agencies.

Our fast update confirmed
physical evidence at the suspect's home

proved connections
to dozens of missing persons.

In the meantime,
the state attorney general and the FBI

have discredited rumors

that the accused was in some way related

to the family of
Louisiana Senator Edwin 'futile.

What are you doing here?

Nothing. Nurse said I would come in.

Are you watching me sleep?

You know what, I just got here,
I was gonna leave,

but then you woke up.

Jesus, what's your fucking problem?

Nothing. What's your problem?

Not a care in the world.

I saw him, Marty.

He was mowing that school yard
in Pelican Island, in '95.

I couldn't tell how tall he was.

'Cause he was sitting
and his face was dirty, but...

l saw him.

That's what's bugging you?

Turtles... The men in the video...

We didn't get them all.

And we ain't gonna get them all,
that ain't what kind of world it is,

but we got ours.

I'm not supposed to be here.

Yeah, well,

I'll come back by tomorrow, buddy.

Why?

Don't ever change, man.

Doc said, uh,
you'll probably get out in a few days.

I'll make sure you get a
ride, a place to slay.

Yeah, I'll figure it out.

Well, it's already been figured out.

Oh, hey.

I brought you something.

Are we getting engaged?

If we were getting engaged,
I'd have got a nicer ribbon.

- You remembered?
- Yeah.

Ah, let's get out from
under this roof, huh?

Good idea.

Yeah, I can push
two goddamn wheels on my own.

Yeah' I ought to let you
rip out your fucking stitches. Stop it.

Feeling better? You're ahead of me.

Ah, I shouldn't even
fucking be here, Marty.

I believe, "No shit" is the proper response

to that observation.

No, I don't mean like that.

It's something else.

What is so...

Talk to me, Rust.

There was a moment...

I know when I was under
in the dark that something...

Whatever I had been reduced to,

not even consciousness,

it was a vague awareness in the dark...

And I could...

I could feel my definitions fading.

And beneath that darkness,

there was another kind, it was deeper,

warm.

Like a substance.

I could feel, man.

And I knew...

I knew my daughter waited for me there.

So clear...

I could feel her.

I could feel them.

I could feel a piece of my pop, too.

It was like I was a part
of everything that I ever loved.

And we were all,

the three of us, just fading out.

And all I had to do was let go.

And I did.

I said, "Darkness, yeah!"

And I disappeared.

But I could still feel

her love there.

Even more than before.

Nothing...

Nothing but that love.

And then I woke up.

Hey, uh...

Didn't, uh...

Didn't you tell me one time, at dinner,

once, maybe, about... You used to...

You used to make up
stories about the stars?

Yeah, I was

in Alaska

under the night skies.

Yeah. You used to lay there and look up.

Yeah. At the stars.

You remember,
I never watched a TV till I was 17,

so there wasn't much to
fucking do out there,

besides walk around, explore.

And...

And then look up at the stars
and make up stories.

Like what?

I'll tell you, Marty,
I've been up in that room,

looking out those windows every night here.

Just thinking

it's just one story.

The oldest.

What's that?

Light versus dark.

Well,

I know we ain't in Alaska

but it appears to me
that the dark has a lot more territory.

Yeah.

You're right about that.

- Hey, listen. Hey.
- Yeah, what?

Could you point me
in the direction of that car?

Man, I spent enough of my fucking life
in a hospital.

Jesus. Oh!

You know what? I'd protest

but it occurs to me that
you're un-killable.

You wanna go back,
get your clothes or anything?

No. Anything I left back
there, I don't need.

You're looking at it wrong,

at the sky.

How's that?

Once there was only dark.

If you ask me, the light's winning.