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Something went down, 2002.

Your ex-husband's
partner, Rustin Cohle.

I knew Rust to be a good man.

So I can't imagine what
I can offer.

I'm the only one ever
took up for you.

No, buddy, without me...

there is no you.

The man with the scars
made me watch what he did to Billy.

What's this all about now?

Dead women and children.

Your partner here,
he braced Billy Lee Tuttle.

This is exactly what
I'm talking about.

If he was pissed off after
the conversation we had,

then I am onto Tuttle.

I really wanted to see you.

I saw the pictures on your phone.

I cannot help it if some
crazy bitch sent--

I slept with someone.

It was Rust.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

- I quit.
- You serious?

I thought maybe we should talk.

Sure.
I'll follow you.

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True Detective - 1x07
"After You've Gone"

You look like you're
doing all right.

Father Time has
his way with us all.

Looks like you must
have pissed him off.

Ahem.

Why we here?

I got a thing

the State PD's asking about.

The Lake Charles murder.

I mean, shouldn't it
have been in the paper

to draw a line
somewhere by now?

I mean, we can't trust them.

And, I mean, if they're gonna
cover something like that up,

who knows what else
they've covered up?

What you think?

I think you don't look
particularly healthy.

Listening to you talk,

your eyes, you seem

kind of brittle, Rust.

Most of the last decade
I spent stone-drunk.

Functional, but hammered.

Went back to Alaska,

spent 8 years working
fishing boats, bars.

- Oh, I thought you didn't like the cold.
- I hate it.

And then I come back here to Louisiana
for the first time in 2010.

And why is that?

The same reason I'm sitting
across the table from you now.

A man remembers his debts.

I don't dwell on the past.

Well, it must be nice.

I'm not interested in whatever
it is you think you owe me.

Oh, I don't owe you.

We left something undone.

We got to fix it,

and I've been working
on this for two years.

Me, myself.

Never called you, I never
bothered you with it--

Yeah, why would you? Shit,
man, what did you do?

Alienate every other
person in your life,

and then finally you came
back to me in the rotation?

You know, not for nothing, but if you
wouldn't have clipped Ledoux back then,

we might have got the whole
fucking story out of him.

You know, I think I'm gonna
finish this beer and say so long.

Now, I'm not much of
a drinker nowadays.

In fact, I hadn't had a drop in
3 weeks till I ran into you.

Well, I don't need you
to drink, Marty.

- I need you to help me.
- Why would I?

They say you can't
account for your time.

They got eyewitnesses
placing you

at the Lake Charles
crime scene.

You got some storage shed that
you won't let them look at.

- That's right.
- Why not?

Why not shoot straight with them?
You're innocent.

Help them stop
wasting their time.

Fucking since when did guilt and
innocence define the State PD, huh?

Come the fuck on.

Now, I don't know the sprawl
of this thing, all right?

The people I'm after,
they're all fucking over.

They're in a lot
of different things,

pieces, family trees.

The only way for you
to understand

what I'm on to here
is for me to show you.

You got to come see what I got.

No. You know what?

I don't think I've been
very clear with you, Rust.

If you were drowning,

I'd throw you
a fucking barbell.

Why would I ever help you?

Because you have a debt.

You got some fucking sack.

What's that mean,
I have a debt, huh?

Means the way
shit went down in '95,

this is on you, too, buddy.

What do you got to show me?

What you packing?

.38.

Hollow-point?

Yeah.

That'd do it.

You never be too careful.

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All right.

Remember, there was
no physical evidence

connecting Dora Lange
to Ledoux's place

out in the woods, meaning it
probably didn't happen out there.

Nobody was in a hurry
to bring that up.

Two-- women and children
gone missing,

all taken from areas
within a 10-mile radius

of schools that were funded by
Tuttle's Wellspring initiative.

We establish a connection.

Who's in, who's out, you know?

I mean, do people disappear in equal
numbers in other parts of the state?

- How many schools were there?
- 14.

Now, I've covered
a surface area.

I pulled runaways in state

and missing persons,
and if you'll notice,

there's twice as many along the bayous.
I don't know why.

Hell, someone should do
a study as to why.

Well, now you're just
throwing up stats.

Why was Tuttle so interested
in the Lange case, huh?

Remember Charlie Lange
said what Ledoux told him?

Said there's a group
of men, sacrifices.

Well, I think Tuttle
recognized the scene.

That's why he came down there jiminy
quick with a fucking task force,

and that's why he tripped out
when I talked to him in '02.

OK, so what happened to him?

I mean, I'm looking
around here,

and I don't see
or hear anything

that doesn't make this
all conjectural.

1988.

Accusations
of child molestation

at a preschool
funded by Tuttle.

Name of that school
is Shepherd's Flock.

It shuts down, reopens two
years later on Pelican Island

under the name Light
of the Way Academy,

where Rianne Olivier went.

And I got an enrollment list--
16 kids in the class.

One of them turned out to be a
young man who'd just showed up

for solicitation
in New Orleans.

Now, this is 2010.

His name is Toby Boelert.

Goes by the name
of Johnny Joanie.

Shepherd's Flock?

Why are you asking me
about that place?

You know, after that place shut down,
there was a lot of talk going around.

You ever see that reverend...

Billy Lee Tuttle, around?

You know, I think so, but
who can remember way back?

That's how it all started.

Memory be fucked.

I decided it all had
to be a dream anyways,

and I don't remember if it...

We'd go to sleep,

only sometimes I didn't
feel like I was asleep.

I felt like I was still awake,
but I must have been asleep

because I couldn't move.

Just... sort of see
under my eyelids.

And what?

I don't know.

There were men...

taking pictures.

Sometimes...

other things.

Who were they?

I don't know.

They had animal faces.

That's why I decided
it had to be a dream.

They had animal faces, well,
it had to be a dream.

Any other kids see this?

One girl.

I don't remember her name.

She first started
talking about it.

And she seen it,
too, the faces.

I do not remember her name.

Marie Fontenot?

Maybe.

You ever see any of
these men's faces?

Once.

They didn't all have
animal faces.

Three younger men.
I don't remember them.

Just one.

He had bad scars
all around his mouth,

like the bottom half
got all burned up.

You know what?

I thought that man,
he was a dream, too.

No, I don't think
he was a dream.

I don't understand.

Are you saying that you think

that this hypothetical killer

was, uh, an old schoolteacher?

Or it might what,
involve State PD?

Goddamn. What happened
to you, man?

Remember him? Hmm?

Yeah.

Yeah. You and I were on
the case in Erath.

Girl comes forward and says she
was chased through the woods

by a spaghetti monster
with green ears.

Now, I think
that this is our man

with the scars on his face.

We got 3 references
17 years ago... that old

revival church said a tall
man with scars came through,

Kelly Reider in the hospital,

and now this hooker
from the quarter-- Toby.

I don't know who he is, I don't know
where he is, I don't know where

this whole thing fucking
starts, but it ends with him.

All right, you know the little
township down around Erath?

All right, that's where the
Tuttle family is from.

Now, it used to be
a pirate hideout,

then turned into
plantations and whatnot.

Had a very rural
sense of Mardi Gras,

uh, you know, the men on
horses, animals masks, such.

- Courir de Mardi Gras.
- That's right.

Now, they had an annual
winter festival.

Went heavy on the
Saturnalia, a place where

that Santeria and Voudon
all mash together.

Have a look.

From the winter festival.

Blindfold...

antlers, mask.

I got these from a series
an artist did in Kenner,

right after Katrina.

Says he kept running across
these "stick things,"

as he called them.

Look familiar?

Think our man had a real good
time after the hurricane--

chaos,

people missing,
and people gone.

Cops gone.

I think he had
a real good year.

What do you need me for?

You got friends on the force.

You have access that
I don't, databases.

I need case files.

I need missing persons.
I need homicides.

I need title transfers,
auto and home.

I got a list of names.

I'm gonna need background
checks, tax records,

anything we can get on Ledoux.

Jesus Christ, man.

I wouldn't have called you and I
wouldn't have fucking bothered you

if State wouldn't have pulled me
in on this Lake Charles case.

Well, if you need help,
why don't you just

give it to Papania
and Gilbough?

No, they may be pawns in this thing
and not even fucking know it.

- Come on.
- Look, Eddie Tuttle is

the goddamn senator
of this state.

The late Reverend Billy
Lee Tuttle is his cousin.

I'm telling you, it's
a fucking family thing.

That's what I mean when I
talk about the sprawl, Marty!

Eddie Tuttle's the reason that the Lake
Charles thing never made the wire.

Look, man, you have
some compelling stuff here

and you might have something,

but...

all this-- this--

the "sprawl," as you call it,
which I would call conjecture,

this shit about the
Tuttles, the State PD.

Do you know how fucking
crazy that sounds?

It's like you've been
alone too long, you know,

like you maybe told
yourself this story

and kept drinking
until you believed it.

Marty...

I had my time where I wondered
if this was all in my head.

That time passed.

Really?

What happened
to Billy Lee Tuttle?

There's something you're
gonna have to look at.

No other way around it.

You still take
your coffee black?

Oh, uh, green tea,
if you have it.

I've been trying to stay
away from coffee,

you know,
a little bit healthier.

So, Mace-- is she, uh,
back from Chicago yet?

Mm-hmm,
3 months ago.

3 months.

Uh... and what
was it, that--

Americorps.

- Oh.
- Teaching.

And Audrey,
how-- how's she?

She's fine, at the moment.

She sometimes decides she
doesn't need her meds.

I like her boyfriend.

He watches out for her.

She had an art show
in New Orleans,

sold some paintings.

Oh, that's good.
That's great.

I should buy one,

I mean, if I can afford it.

So the reason I, uh...

I mean, like I said
on the phone, I...

I want to ask you
about those cops.

They just wanted to know
about you and Rust.

Mostly Rust.

They wanted to know about

the fight in '02.

Mmm, did you tell them?

No...

but they think Rust
did something.

I know.

He didn't.

I didn't think he did.

Have you...
talked to him?

No, not since.

Have you?

Yeah, I mean, after
they brought me in.

Yeah.

How is he?

Different, same.

I mean, he's lived rough

for a long time now.

He always did, it seemed like.

Taken a toll.

He needs my help.

Are you gonna help him?

Yes.

Why?

I have to.

Well, what is it? What do
the police think he did?

I can't talk about that.
It's PI stuff.

He's hiring the firm,
I'm hiring him.

All this time, you two,

and just--
just like that?

Oh, I took some convincing.

I looked in Billy's eyes.

He looked in mine.

He got me suspended.

Now, Billy Lee Tuttle

owns 3 houses in Louisiana.

One in Shreveport,
one in Baton Rouge,

one in New Orleans.

Also one in Florida.

I waited till he went on his
spring ministry tour, 2010--

Look, Rust, I changed my mind.

If you did something, I don't
want to hear about it.

Remember I told you about
my stint in robbery?

I make a pretty ace B&E man.

Now, I staked
his places out for weeks.

Checked surveillance,
map security.

I found ingresses.
Now, here I am, you know.

My whole life is just one
expanding, circular fuck-up

and I think it's about to close out with
me getting clipped in a home invasion.

I mean, what I'm saying is I was aware
that I might have lost my mind.

But after the second home...

doubt got taken behind
the woodshed and put down.

Notice he never reported
the Baton Rouge break-in,

just the Shreveport house.

Found those in the safe there.

Paper stock's
over 15 years old.

Goddamn it.

These...
they aren't as bad

if you don't know what
you're looking at.

Motherfuck.

And...

there's a videotape.

Take a look.

No!

God!

Jesus!

Ohh!

Fuck!

Fuck!

You watch all of that?

Yeah.

Yeah, I had to, see if any of
the men took off their mask.

None did.

Oh, fuck.

I won't avert my eyes.

Not again.

Jesus Christ.

That little girl is
Marie Fontenot.

Did you kill Tuttle?

No.

I assume that

he was thinking he was
gonna be blackmailed.

And I think some people took
him out after they found out

what was taken from the safe,
before he had a chance to.

What... can I do to help?

We start by pulling everything
there is on Dora Lange.

And I got names,

I got family members,
Tuttle connections.

Any information that we can get

on Reggie or Dewall Ledoux.

All right, we can coordinate
out of your offices

if you want.

You shouldn't have that.

Nobody should have this.

I'm glad that you're
doing good, Maggie.

It seems like everybody's
happy, you know.

It's... ahem.

It's good to see.

Thank you

for everything.

I haven't seen you in
over two years, Marty.

Did you come here
to say good-bye?

Thank you, Maggie.

I mean that.

There's not gonna be
a bunch of people

coming in and out of
this place, is there?

What do you think, Rust?

Practical terms, we're
doing an identify and locate.

Now, I can't afford
to subscribe to all

the databases that I used to,

but I got Auto Track XP

for motor vehicle records.

I got Flat Rate Info

for the QI National
People Locator,

public records, of course.

All right.

That sounds good.

How you been? Ahem.

You know, besides work,

what do you do?

I'm sorry, I just-- I don't
ever remember you asking me

a personal question before.

Uh... you know,

I just stay busy, uh,

fish, girlfriends.

You seeing anybody?

Not really.
Some dates.

You know, it's all
pretty casual.

I did have something
going for a while,

this Filipino girl,
but that didn't pan out.

Quiet life. I don't stay out late.
I just-- I go home.

You?

Ah, I'm about the same.

No girlfriend.

Just go to work, go home.

How about that girl
you were seeing in '02?

What ever happened with her?

Yeah, that was
never gonna last.

Never should have started.

Yeah. Boy.

She, uh, she had problems.

Oh, you always
liked them crazy.

Yeah, that I did.

Why'd you quit, Marty?

Yeah, you could have
been boss, you know.

LT, at least, captain.

I did another 4 years
after you left, and I--

I guess the job just kind
of ran its course with me.

How is that?

I was gonna play
baseball, ride bulls.

You know, you end up becoming

something you never intended.

Uh, I guess you never
really even know why.

I suppose I could
have been a painter,

you know, a historian.

Old scenes, new details.

Yeah, yeah. You do
much painting?

Nah.

Little late in the game to start
something like that, I reckon.

Life's barely long enough
to get good at one thing.

If that long.

Yeah, so be careful
what you get good at.

What do you call a
black man who flies a plane?

I don't know.

Pilot, you racist bastard.

What else would you call him?

Well, speaking of, you know, I
been taking some writing courses?

- Heh, heh.
- And, uh-- no.

I have, and I been
tinkering around

with this thing off and on.

True crime.

And that's the genre,
not the title.

- You serious?
- Yeah.

You know, what happened in '95
and some other old cases,

and all I need from you, Bobby,

is some old copies
of case files.

You still like your
single malt, don't you?

Ah, I guess I do.

Oh, business gotten so bad
you got to become a writer?

Nope, I've always wanted to do it.
I just never had the time.

And regards the files, I'd
like to avoid Fuck and Suck,

the two dicks I spent
last Saturday with.

Hmm. Papania
and Gilbough.

I hear ya.

'Course, man.
Whatever you need.

Ah!

Appreciate it, Bobby.

Not a problem.

Missing persons, mostly.

Maybe far back as the eighties.

Well, anything
before '05 that never

became part of an
official investigation,

it isn't gonna be
in the computers.

You're gonna have to
sort through the files.

Thank you.

Found something, background.

Dewall Ledoux transferred
title on a truck

to a Jimmy Ledoux.

Appears like that
might be a cousin.

I found him in White Castle.

Owns an auto shop.

All right.

Did you pull that
Marie Fontenot file?

There wasn't one.

Report's gone.
Backtracking that.

Marty, this is Robert Doumain.
He owns the place.

Hey, how's it going?

Nice spot.

He's not a cop no more, Robert.

You got something against cops?

Bob had a little boy.

Been missing since '85.

Sorry.

Jimmy Ledoux
came up spotless--

3 kids, wife's a teacher.

He coaches his boys'
pee-wee football team.

Any relation?

So many Ledouxs around, I never
had to worry about a connection.

But, yeah, my dad's second
cousin or something.

My pops didn't like them none.

Said they weren't white
enough to be white trash.

What's this about, exactly?

Man asked us
to locate his daughter.

It was a long time ago, but it looks
like she might have known Dewall.

Sorry to hear that.

Must know what happened to them.

Sick shits.

Pop said they died too quick.

Is there anything you remember
that you can tell us about these guys?

Just they were nuts.
Looked at you funky.

Reggie was always asking about
the girls in my school,

and couple times I saw Dewall,
he just said kooky stuff.

Any chance you ever saw
a third man with them,

a man who had a bunch of scars

on the bottom of his face?

It's weird you say that.

I remember that face.

My pop let them use
our deer camp once.

Took me with him.
I was, like, 11.

They were maybe 10
years older than me.

They introduced us to the guy.

His face, underneath
his nose and cheeks,

scarred.

Gave me funny looks all night.

Every time I glanced
at him, staring at me.

Any chance this man with the
scars was another Ledoux?

No. I don't know.
I don't think so.

Next morning, men were too hung-over to hunt.
Pop and I went home.

You, uh, ever see him
again, guy with the scars?

Never again.

I'd remember.

Fuck, I don't like this place.

Nothing grows in
the right direction.

Where'd this woman come from?

Tax records.

Drew a paycheck from
Tuttle's father.

Uh, some kind of domestic.

How'd you find her?

Well, had to get federal
income tax records

from '40 to '59.

I matched Social
with a credit check run

in the late nineties

for Section-8 housing
in Alexandria.

Mmm, good job.

- Look at you. Heh!
- Hmm.

High praise from a bartender.

Cops.

She gets tired easy,

'specially hot as it is.

Now, I don't understand
what this is about.

Thank you.

We're private investigators,

hired to do, uh,
ancestral research.

M-mineral rights
along the coast.

Hmm.

I never knew them Tuttle
people, but I heard stories.

No, thank you.

You think she might get
some money out this?

Uh, quite possible.

Depends on what we find out.

Miss Delores?

You worked
for Mr. Sam Tuttle

19 years, right?

Yes.

Erath.

Mm-hmm.

Then Shreveport.

So you knew his son,
Billy Lee, right?

Mm-hmm.

A cousin, Eddie?

Little boys, mm-hmm.
I remember.

What about extended family?

Cousins, you know, that might
have been close to the boys?

Those days,
families were bigger.

Oh, all sorts of brothers,
cousins, kids just running around.

Did, uh, Sam Tuttle have

kids outside his marriage
that you know about?

Hmm!
Don't you know it.

Now, people kept
their own back then.

I mean, a man's house
was his own.

Mr. Sam?

He had lots of children.

All types.

He didn't like
a woman--

See, once she had it
done to her,

he didn't like them
but that one time.

Not after that.

Hmm, and out of all these
kids running around,

you remember one
that maybe had scars

all across the
bottom of his face?

I-- I think that was
Mr. Sam's grandchild.

His daddy did that
to him, that poor boy.

I-- I think that child
was a-- a Childress

or what, Fi, he was
a LeBeau or a Childress?

From Mr. Sam's
other family?

I shouldn't be talking
to you about this.

That's OK.

Miss Delores.

Could you have a look at
something for me? One thing.

Just have a look.
See if you recognize it.

You know Carcosa?

What is it?

Him who eats time.

Him robes...

it's a wind
of invisible voices.

Mineral rights, my ass.
What you all doing?

Rejoice.

Death is not the end.

- Rejoice.
- You need to leave, now.

- Death is not the end.
- You need to leave.

You know Carcosa?

You rejoice.

Carcosa.

Rest of the family, they
don't really talk to Aunt D.

She crazy.

Dementia.

She never had any kind
of good life,

but most days, she can't
even make sense.

Yeah? She sure
made sense to me.

That should worry you, mister.

Sure hope that
old lady was wrong.

About what?

About death not being
the end of it.

Did some backtracking
on the Marie Fontenot stuff.

Got some old sheets.

Sheriff signed off on
the "report made in error,"

but he didn't take the
original complaint on her.

Deputy did.

Got a name?

You ain't gonna
believe this shit.

Steve Geraci.

So I did some
double-checking.

Before CID, he was with
Vermillion Parish Sheriff's.

Erath was his beat.

If it got covered up,
Steve might know something.

Didn't say a fucking word when
we asked about it in '95.

Oh, I really never
liked that cocksucker.

Where is he now?

Well, uh, this is the thing.

He's from Iberia originally.

After CID, he went home.

He's Sheriff of Iberia Parish.

Shit.

Yeah.

Rust, the only person
can arrest the sheriff

in this state is the governor.

Well, we ain't looking
to arrest him, Marty,

just have a little chat.

Well, he ain't
gonna talk with you.

I got a car battery and two
jumper cables argue different.

Don't even start
with that shit.

What do you recommend, Marty?

Well, fuck, why don't
you talk to him?

You two always liked
each other.

Well, what can I say?
I'm a people person.

Well, start with that, then.

Oh.

Oh, come on.

Just try to relax.
Take your time.

There you go.

- OK.
- Nice shot.

What was that, 15 on the green?

I don't know.

Hey, you know, on the phone,

you were saying something
about that Fontenot girl.

- Yeah.
- Why's that on your radar?

Oh, it's nothing.
It's just, uh,

extended family wants a locate.

I didn't remember at the time.

Back in '95,

I was hitting the
bottle a lot back then.

Yeah, who wasn't?

20 years ago, you know.

My recall,

girl's mom was single,

drug charges.

Uh...

little girl went to live
with her birth daddy,

I think.

That is, if I'm
remembering right.

Uh, Mama didn't make
a fuss after

the first notice,
so she was fine with it.

And you talked to the
family directly back then?

No. Ted Childress, the sheriff.
He knew them.

Childress?

Now watch this.

Whew!

You like that?

Seized it off a good old boy,
had a quarter-bag of weed.

Ooh. You got to love
this country.

Good to see you again, man.

Good to see you.

Hey, uh,

that client you got,

asking about the Fontenot girl.

You let them know I'll be
happy to talk to them.

Oh, yeah, distant relatives.

St. Louis. Trying to
settle a tiny inheritance.

Don't worry about it.

OK.

Well, they want to talk,
you let them know.

Yeah. Don't go
too fast, Sheriff.

Not me.

Let's do it again some time.

Yeah, I'd like that.

Hey.

Better get those
jumper cables ready.

The motherfucker's lying.

Rust.

It's good to see you.

Bullshit.

I talked to Marty.

I hear you talked
to the cops, too.

Yes, them, too.

How are you?

What'd Marty tell you?

He wanted to know what
the police asked me about.

He said he was helping you
with something. That's it.

How long you been back?

Hear you got a big house.

Marty says the girls
are doing fine.

That's good.

Rust,

just tell me it's something
that's not gonna get him hurt.

Well, I can't tell you that.

It never sat right with me,

and it doesn't now, you asking
me to lie to you about him.

Now, get on out of here.

You're classing the place up.

Why'd you quit, Marty?

What's the real reason?
What happened?

You tell me why you
come back, for real.

Mmm, you first.

Why'd you quit?

Well, I saw something.

Baby.

Tweaker tried to dry the kid

in a microwave.

Saw that, what he'd done,
and I thought...

never again.

I thought I-- I never
want to look

at anything like that anymore.

Ahem.

Your turn.

Why'd you, uh,
why'd you come back?

This.

Something I had to see to...

before getting on
with something else.

My life's been a circle

of violence and degradation

long as I can remember.

I'm ready to tie it off.

See you on the boat.

After the other day,
I was thinking,

"Why don't I see Steve
and the boys more?"

Ain't been out
to my camp in a while.

You know, if I
don't get out here

3, 4 times a year...

I'm a basket case.

I hear ya.

Ah.

I do love a reason
to drink beer

first thing in the morning.

Oh.

Say, Steve, mmm,

I been wanting to ask,

you know that Fontenot girl?

Remember, going off
with her daddy?

I-- I just wasn't clear.

Was it you knew for a fact

that she went with her daddy,

or somebody told you that
that's what happened?

The family talked to
Sheriff Childress.

The girl's aunt and uncle,

he knew them.

Mm-hmm.

Who were they?

Starting to think
this wasn't just

a friendly invitation
from an old pal, huh?

It's definitely that.

Well, then try this, then.

I said all I remember
about the girl.

Let's just have a good
time, and don't ask again.

I'm with you 150% on that.

All right.

Thing is, Steve...

I ain't gonna ask you.

He is.

No, I wouldn't
if I was you, Steve.

You're out of
your jurisdiction, Sheriff.

You realize who I am
now, you assholes?

Yeah, I wouldn't
be here if I didn't.

Marty.

Don't look at me. I ain't never
been able to control him.

Come on.

But you're done after this.

I'll have boss crackers
splitting your ass in Angola.

Yeah, we'll talk about that,

and some other things.

Come on.

That church Cohle talked
about's supposed to be right here.

- We're lost.
- We're not lost.

We're going in the right direction.
We're heading south.

And that's gonna head us to 49?

No, we're not
looking for the 49.

We're looking for the church.

I know we're looking for the
church; we ain't got to no church.

Ain't seen nothing that
even resemble no church.

Ain't nobody out here to
even ask where anything is.

- Let me know when you see something.
- There ain't nothing to see.

Hey! Hey!

Yes, sir?

You know there's a little
church around here?

Pretty old?
Black minister?

You must mean Son of Life, sir.

That place shut down.

'05, I think, just after
all them hurricanes.

Mmm.

You live around here?

No, sir.
I live in St. Martin.

Got a parish contract.

Take care of some cemeteries,

public schools.

All right. Thanks.

Hey, you know how to
get to 49 from here?

Sure.

About a half-mile,
you'll see a left.

PR 1435.

Take that.

About...7 miles
of fields.

You'll hit 49 before Crowley.

Know your way around, huh?

Oh, yeah, boss.

I know the whole coast.
My family--

Thanks.

My family's been here
a long, long time.

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