All language subtitles for Sharp Objects 106 Cherry By GoldBerg_44

♪ (TENSE BEAT PLAYS) ♪

CAMILLE PREAKER: Amma.
She's scared of something.

♪ (TENSE BEAT CONTINUES) ♪

-♪ (CARNIVAL MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
-(EERIE LAUGHTER)

CAMILLE: John Keene has no motive.

BOB NASH: What and I do?

(ERRATIC RINGING)

CHIEF VICKERY: Your Preaker girl?

There's things about her
you don't know.

(TRAIN BRAKES SCREECHING)

-♪ (TENSE BEAT INTENSIFIES) ♪
-CAMILLE: I never get close.

ADORA CRELLIN: And it's why...

...I never loved you.

(MUFFLED, HYSTERIC SCREAMING)

(music playing)

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Camille: Amma!

Adora: Bless you...

for finding her.

I never loved you.

(water running)

Richard: Good mornin'.

Good mornin'.

You want
a cup of coffee?

I got French vanilla
in a vacuum-sealed pouch.

No, thank you.

I should probably get going.
I got a busy day.

What about tonight?

Um, well, I have plans.

Unless you feel like
joining a bunch of
ex-high school cheerleaders.

You could see what
I might've been like

if I'd have stayed
in Wind Gap.

You slept in your clothes?

If you want,
I'm the proud owner

of a 14-year-old flannel.

Sounds like
you're halfway

to a question
you wanted to ask me.

No, it was an offer.

Mm, you're gonna
have to do better

than a cup of coffee
and an old flannel shirt.

(chuckles)

(alarm buzzing)

(music playing)

- Be safe out there today.
- Man: (on radio) Chief--

(sharply exhales)

(gargling)

(phone ringing)

(ringing)

What is it?

Don't do a thing
till I get there.

Adora: Have you seen Alan?

No. Why, do you need a ride?

No. Thank you, I'm just--
a quick trip to the pharmacy.

I don't mind.
I gotta pick up
some cream anyway.

- For your scars?
- For my hands.

I can pick that up for you.
Finish your breakfast.

This is the first time
I've seen you eat
since you got here.

What?

You tell me.

Adora: Alan?

- What do you think?
- Millie, you're beautiful.

Mama, couldn't you just
take a bite out of her?

Like a plump,
juicy cherry.

Thank you.

(knock on door)

- Where you going?
- Just to hang out.

Well, not that I'm the best to
give advice on gettin' loaded,

but after yesterday,
you should slow down.

I'll be fine.

It's just
a few scratches.

You should really put
something on those cuts.

Look.

Check this.
If I connect these two,

I could make a "C"
for "Camille."

That's not funny.

I wasn't... serious.

OK, well, just
don't ever do anything

- like that, all right?
- Yes. I won't.

OK.

Thank you for comin'
for me last night.

I get funny ideas
sometimes.

(shifts gears)

Richard: Payin' your respects?

That's good of you.

It offsets the bad I do.

(laughs)

It's a losin' battle,
but it helps me sleep.

I think a young girl

prefers daisies.

Adora's always
roses, roses, roses.

But these look like...

what a child draws.

It's sweet.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Can I ask you something?

Adora mentioned
that Camille had

some sort of episode
recently.

Well, that's interesting.

I'm not one to talk
about people's touchy areas.

Not when I'm sober, anyway.

You're gettin' warmer,
Detective.

And not just 'cause it's hotter
than a whore in church today.

(phone line out tolling)

- Man: K.C.P.D.
- Hey, it's Willis.

I need to run a 522.
Admittance records,
area hospitals.

OK, what's the name?

Camille Preaker.

(phone line beeping)

I gotta call ya back.

Chief.

I'm on my way.

(winch squealing)

- Thank you.
- (flies buzzing)

Richard: Who found it?

Adora: My workers.

Bob, I'm so sorry
they dragged you down here.

- I'm sorry.
- Richard: Is it Ann's?

Might be.
I don't know.

Vickery: Let's hose it down.

Richard: No, we still might be able
to pull a print off it.

Bob, you think you could
identify it by the seat?

It was white,
with flowers on it.

Workman: Here ya go.

(loud sniffling)

(sobbing)

Adora: I'm sorry, Bob.

I'm so sorry.

Adora: I'm so sorry.

We're gonna need
the employment records

of everyone
who's worked here

for the last
five years.

(Bob Nash sobbing)

(pop music
playing on radio)

Why don't you come
rub me down?

Where's Ashley?

Cheerleading practice.

What time does she get home?

Why?

'Cause there's you, me,
and an empty carriage house.

(music playing)

Amma: Who do I remind you of?

John: A bad little girl

who thinks she's a lot
cuter than she is.

Amma: Then you should
stop watchin' me.

You know how Ashley gets
when she's jealous.

I like to keep
on you, Amma.

Just know I always
got an eye on you.

Amma: You sure do, now.

(John scoffs)
It'll be your day.

Soon.

Camille: Hi.

- Is everything OK?
- John: Not really.

My mama says you take
your problems with you
wherever you go.

Sounds about right.

Amma: There are places
you can go for help.

You know that, right?

Maybe the voices
in your head can
talk to somebody.

We don't want more little girls
showing up without their teeth.

Amma.

Ashley: I am so rude.

- Have you been waitin' long?
- No.

Oh, good. Good.

Hi, girls!

Jodes, Mama wants
you to call her.

Ashley: Would you go get us
some lemonade, please?

John.

Come in.

Ashley: I'm so sorry
about the mess.

You could've been
a model, ya know?

- I highly doubt that.
- No, you could have.

I always wanted
to be like you

when I was growing up.

You're a legend
around here.

There are far better
women to aspire to.

Not in Wind Gap,
there aren't.

I used to think about you.

I pictured you
in a big mansion

with a few curly tops,

and a big
investment banker husband.

That sounds nice.

So, what can
you tell me
about the girls?

Straight to business, huh?

Yeah.

OK.

(takes deep breath)

They were darling
little girls.

Very well-behaved.
Sweet little things.

It's like God plucked
the very best girls
from Wind Gap

to take to heaven
for his own.

- (flips switch)
- Hey, why'd you do that?

Because you were just
wasting my time.

No, I--

OK.

I was just tryin'
to protect John.

He's already
been hurt enough.

Why does he need
your protection?

Do you think he did it?

No. Of course not.

He would never do
something like that.

What makes you say that?

(tape recorder beeps)

Because it would
make him popular.

Thank you, John.

(door closes)

Ashley: Do you ever
miss cheerleading?

Young Camille: Shit.

- Young Camille: Cramps.
- That time of the month?

My calf, bitch.

Thank you.

When you're done
with her,

I'll go next.

Oh, fuck off, Katie.

(laughs)

I'm good, Becca.
Thank you.

Whoa. You sure it wasn't
the other cramps?

(phone buzzing)

Hi.

Richard: How 'bout homemade sauce

with pasta and red wine?

I mean, it's progress.

You just tell me when.

So, homemade.
Does that mean
you're gonna cook?

You bet I will,
in my fancy kitchen.

I mean, that is
if you don't mind

having dinner in bed.

Well, that's very
convenient of you.

(chuckles)

Guess what we found today?

Thanks to your mom.

(music playing)

Adora: Even the lawn
is not safe from her.

Shall I ask her to move it?

Why cause a scene?

Adora: I left your hand cream
in the bathroom.

- Oh, you got it.
- Of course I did.

Was that before or after
they found Ann Nash's bike
down at the factory?

Well, that was
a business matter.

It did not concern you.

The first piece
of material evidence

in a double homicide
certainly does concern me.

Now you know about it,
so there's no reason
to be upset with me.

Camille, your mother would like
you to move your car--

Was the first call they made
to the police, or you?

I heard that
Bob Nash was there.

What was his reaction
when he saw the bike?

Are you
interviewing me?

(laughs) Yeah.
Yeah, I guess I am.

I'm your mother.

I'm not a-- a--
a source, I'm--

I'm sure you
found other ways

to get your
information.

Thanks for the hand cream.

You're welcome.

I believe she's outstayed
her welcome.

You've been more
than tolerant, dear.

Thank you.

Let her know how you
feel about it, please.

Hi. I have an appointment
with Dr. Hafia.

(keyboard clacking)

What's your name?

Richard Willis.

Willis?

I'm trying to get
a handle on

the personality type
that might come in here.

It might help me get somewhere
on this case I'm investigating.

There isn't any one type
that we see here.

Some of them are suffering

from underlying
psychological problems

such as depression,
psychosis,
bipolar disorder.

And then a lot
of our patients
are just trying

to distract from
painful feelings

resulting from
trauma or stress.

That's a pretty wide net.

Like I said,
nothing typical.

But if a person
was to end up in
a place like this,

their behavior would
have to be pretty severe?

Well, people come in here
in a crisis.

Our patients can be
impulsive and aggressive,

but they are
very rarely violent.

Whatever is going on
with them,

they take it out
on themselves

more than other people.

Ashley: (on recording) Do you ever miss cheerleading?

Camille: So, is that why you think that

the killer is doing this,

for popularity?

What other reason is there?

- (recording off)
- (phone buzzing)

- Hi.
- Curry: Cubby!

What's the story?

Well, potential break.

They pulled the bicycle
of the first victim

out of a lagoon of pig shit.

Holy fuck!
Were you there?

No. My mother was.

What does the book
of journalism say

about using a family member
as a source?

They're called
"anonymous sources."

Right. Why would someone
hide the bicycle

in a shallow pool of pig shit,

unless they were stupid
or trying to frame someone?

So, you think
it's someone from town.

Maybe. Everybody thinks
that a man is behind this

and no one's looking
at the women.

No, 'cause it doesn't
fit the profile.

Women don't kill like that,
that violent.

Until they do.

Eileen: Get it yourself.

Why aren't you in the office?

'Cause the old ball and chain
won't let me.

She's got me tied to the bed.

That's what an animal
I am in the sack.

Hey, honey.

How are you?
I'm worried about you.

I'm fine, I'm just looking
forward to coming home.

Which is a weird thing to say
when you're sitting

in the bedroom you grew up in.

It's closing in
on you, huh?

Well, that's...
a nice way to put it.

Well, sometimes
the Lord offers you

the very thing you need.

Yeah.

I'm movin' the car now.

Oh, Camille, that can--

You know, that can wait.

Uh, please come have a seat.

We haven't talked
in a while.

Listen...

you're making your mother ill.

And I'm gonna have
to ask you to leave

if these conditions
don't improve.

I don't understand.
How am I making her ill?

(laughs)

You cannot day after day

churn out the grisly details
of dead children

to the mother
of a dead child!

Alan, I have done...

nothing of the sort
with Adora.

Oh, please, Camille.

I know how jealous
you've always been

of anyone else's well-being.

And to think that

I used to regret that
we didn't communicate.

(laughing)

That is something
Joya would say.

Yeah, you really are
like your grandmother.

She would stand guard
over this house

like a witch.

The only time
she ever smiled

was when you refused
to nurse from Adora.

Well, it has been
really nice, Alan.

Thank you.

Camille,
Adora has had a hard life.

(laughs)

Joya would come
into her room

in the middle of the night,
and she would pinch her.

She said that
she was worried

that Adora would die
in her sleep.

You know what I say?

She just liked
to hurt people.

Yeah, I think
you've made your point.

I just think that if
you knew these things,

it might make you
somewhat kinder
to your mother.

Yeah, I'll be leavin'
as soon as I can, all right?

That would be
a good idea.

What was that
all about?

You know. Family.

Oh, look at you.

When you ride with me,
you ride in style.

- Smooth.
- That's good bourbon,

but they key is in the ice.

Large ice trays,
distilled water--

these cubes will
change your life.

Not that I'd know,
'cause I'm carrying.

(chuckles)

That husband of yours

has gotta be missing you
something awful.

Nope, no husband.

Well, honey, you just string
that boyfriend of yours on

as long as you can,
and he'll be beggin'
to marry you.

Yeah, no boyfriend either.

You didn't hear this from me,

but Lisa is thinkin' about
gettin' separated.

- (honks horn)
- Son of a bitch.

Let's go, asshole.

She walked in
on her husband

jerkin' off on a copy
of a credit card bill.

Don't ask me what
that's all about.

Gretchen was the one
that told me.

Don't believe her
"I'm so sweet" act
for a second here.

She's already repeatin'
every word you say
to any bitch who will listen

before you can even
get it out your mouth.

Katie, too.

But I don't need
to tell you that.

We've known that bitch
our whole life.

Here you go, baby.

Oh, God.

There's Lisa's husband's car.

Overcompensatin'
for you-know-what,
if you ask me.

(turns off engine)

And just think of the house
you would've had

if you had stuck around.

Finish that up.

For an expensive house,
she pours cheap liquor.

I'm so glad you're here.

This is gonna be like
the old days.

We gonna have us
some fun.

Woman on TV: I waited for you.

I'm here now.

I wanna go.

- (TV continues indistinct)
- (liquid pouring)

(Gretchen crying)

(women crying)

(sniffling and crying)

(chatter, laughter)

- Hey.
- Get a Jim Beam, please.

What's this I hear
about you and Ms. Preaker?

This town. Don't you people
have anything better to do?

Both: No.

(both laughing)

Don't believe
everything you hear.

Jackie: Yeah, well...

you might want to take

your own advice
on that one.

Chris: Mm-hmm.

Chris: Just sayin'.

(Gretchen crying)

Angie: This isn't about
the movie, is it, darlin'?

No. (sobs)

Oh, it's OK, honey.

You can talk to us.
You're amongst friends.

I went back to work.

Katie: Good God, sweetie, why?

With Stephie in preschool,

I felt like I wanted to,
like I needed a purpose.

Angie: You have a purpose.

Don't let feminism tell you
what to do with your family.

She's right.
Feminism means

lettin' women make
the choices they want.

- (Lisa crying)
- Dear heart, what is it?

What is it?

Jack doesn't want
to have any more kids.

- He says four's enough.
- Angie: For him or for you?

I don't know.

This shit
happens every week.

Gretchen: You deserve it. If you
want five, you want five.

You're the only one
who has said that to me.

Well, he's not
gonna say it.

He's such an asshole.

I had no idea my life
was so miserable

until I started coming to
Katie's little get-togethers.

Well, being conflicted
means you can live
a shallow life

without copping
to being a shallow person.

(chuckles)
Sounds about right.

I guess we are
who we were
in high school.

I set the bar low
for myself then,

so there's no way
to go but up.

Well, I'm glad you two
are havin' so much fun.

Considering
what's going on
in this town.

What's wrong
with this world?

Why would somebody
hurt little girls?

- Oh, poor things.
- There she goes again. Jesus.

And to take
their teeth?

Just plain sick
is what it is.

How can you even report
on these things, Camille?

Katie: Hey, that's not fair.

Camille doesn't have
any children,

and I just don't think
you can feel the pain
the way that we do.

I feel... for those
little girls.

- It's terrible.
- I don't mean to sound cruel,

but I don't think
part of your heart

can ever work

if you don't
have kids.

I didn't really
become a woman

until I felt McKenzie
inside of me.

I mean, there's
all this talk

of God versus science,

but it seems like
with babies,
both sides agree.

The Bible says,
"be fruitful and multiply,"

and then science...

I mean, when it
boils down to it,

that's just what
women were made for.

(Katie chuckles)

- Girl power.
- (glasses clink)

(chatter, laughter)

(door opens)

- Hi.
- Hey.

Didn't expect
to see you here.

I thought this was
a "girls only" thing.

Yeah, well, Katie
doesn't know I'm here.

Well, I will not tell her.

- Thanks.
- OK.

Hey, um, I'm glad--

Oh, let's--

Listen, I'm glad
we can have a minute.

I just, I...

felt I owe you
an apology

for what happened.

What happened?

Well... that day.

In the woods.

And what w-what
we did to you.

I have daughters now,
and it makes me sick
thinkin' that...

That a bunch of
football players

would pull a train on them
at the end of a big game?

Camille...

As I recall, you couldn't
even get it up,

so unless you're
apologizing for that...

- Hey.
- Oh, come on.

Just forget about it,
all right? I have.

That day,
it's haunted me.

Well, looks like
we both got fucked.

(laughing)

(slurring)
Perky little titties,

shining in the sun.

- This gun loaded? Hmm?
- It is.

Look at you.
(laughs)

I have had my hand
on your thigh

for the past 15 minutes,
Detective.

This isn't turning out
like I was hopin',

so why don't you just get
to what you need to get to,

all right?

Camille.

Hmm.

Why was she in rehab?

Mm.

I know she was
hurting herself.

What I'm asking is, why?

Hmm. Well, I--
I don't know.

I'm pretty fond
of Camille.

You know?

She's sensitive.

Special.
Beautiful girl.

She wasn't the same
after her sister died.

How did she die?

Marian was sickly.

A sickly child.

- Was there an autopsy?
- (scoffs) Adora Crellin

was not gonna let them
carve up her little girl.
Mm-mm.

"Carve." That's
an interesting
choice of words.

You seem to know
a lot more than
you're lettin' on,

so why don't you just
tell me what you know?

I know she checked
herself out early

after her roommate
killed herself.

Jesus.

Well, that's news to me.

Dead girls everywhere.

How'd she die?

She drank poison.

Becca: Are you sure
I can't drive you home?

Yeah, no, I'm good.
I'll just walk.

All right.

Why are you
being nice to me?

(chuckles)
Why wouldn't I be?

We were bitches to you
in high school.

Bitches.

You were better than most.

Well, that's not
saying much.

You were going
through a lot.

Lost your sister, and...

you took it out
on yourself.

Remember...

when I was rubbing your leg
and you were bleeding?

Everyone thought
you had your period,

but I saw.

On your thigh.
The cuts.

It said "cherry."

That made sense.

We were so shiny.

Luscious on the outside.

But on the inside

there's that dark,
hard pit.

Yeah.

- Can I quote you on that?
- (Becca laughs)

(music playing on stereo)

- Alan.
- Hmm?

I see you didn't take care
of what I asked you to do.

Oh, well, you were always

better at handling
the girls, dear.

♪ Call me ♪

♪ Unreliable ♪

♪ Throw in... ♪

(register beeping)

(clattering)

(Amma chuckles)

I can't-- (laughing)

I can't believe she's here.

(both laughing drunkenly)

Come on!
(laughing)

- What if she gets mad?
- She's gonna be fine.

She's gonna be fine.

- Hi!
- Hi!

- Aah!
- What is that?

- That's mine.
- What you got there?

- None of your business.
- Look who's here, boys!

- I see that.
- That's my big sis, Camille.

- Hey, Camille!
- That's Nathan. This is Damon.

- We're gonna take you home.
- Uh, no.

- Come on.
- Amma: Yeah.

- We're gonna take you home.
- Get on in.

- Amma, I'm gonna walk.
- Go on, get in.

Nathan: Come on.

- No way.
- The seat's warm.

We'll drop you off
before we go.

- Damon: Oh, sweet!
- (chatter)

We're droppin' her off
before... we go.

Gotcha.

You're like my ma's age,
but... hot.

(girls giggle)

Yeah, I doubt that.

How old is your ma?

Like 33, 34.

And what's her name?

Casey Rayburn.

- Must be before my time.
- Dude, seriously?

This chick is obviously
way too cool

to be hanging out
with your crack whore mama.

- Fuck you, Damon!
- Hey. Hey.

Well, I think that was
a very nice compliment.

Thank you very much.
That was very sweet of you.

What the fuck's
taking so long?
Let's go!

Par-tay, par-tay.

Damon: Come on!

(all whooping)

Damon: Whoo!

Let's get outta here!

You sure you don't
want to come with us?

It'll be fun.

Kelsey: Come on, Chiquita.

OxyContin.
Makes you feel
really good.

I'm sure it does, but doin' it
with my kid sister won't, so...

- (all groan)
- Come on, Mille, just one?

I feel so... happy

and good right now.

You just-- I mean,
you just have to.

Amma: Come on, do it.

(kids chanting)
Do it! Do it!

(kids laughing)

- Come on!
- Yeah, okay!

(rock music playing)

Amma: Just five minutes.

Then we'll take you home.

I promise.

Come on, Camille!

Please.

(Amma laughs, squeals)

- (laughs)
- Nathan: Yeah.

Amma: Yeah!

(partygoers whooping)

Nathan: Damon, let's go!

(chatter, laughter)

- (music blaring)
- (raucous chatter)

(all shouting, squealing)

Girl: Oh, my God,
oh, my God, oh, my God.

They came!
They totally came!

Do we say hello?

Damon: Just let JC handle it.

Hi! Justine, how are you?
Good to see you.

Hi!

I thought you guys
said you weren't coming.

Oh, I thought
that was stupid.

Anyone with a brain
knows that John's cool.

And plus, we're not
gonna be fuckin' outcasts.

(music continues)

Excuse me.

What the fuck
are y'all doin' here?

Amma: I can't believe you're here.

That he showed his face.

God, you're such
a little bitch.

You don't know anything,
you druggy fucker.

Camille: Hey. Hey, come on.

(girls arguing)

Camille: Hey. Hey.
Come on, girls.

It's OK.
Just don't talk.

OK, that's enough.
All right?

Amma: Bye, murderer!

Amma.

Why don't you go
drink a little bit more?

Fuck off.

It's like she goes
out of her way
to irritate me.

I don't think
you're alone
in that regard.

So, how's my article
coming along?

To be honest,
you didn't really
say anything

particularly
quote-worthy.

But I already told people
that I'm gonna be in it.

Yeah, well, I'm on
to different stories.

- Ashley: OK.
- Like the one about

how someone took a chunk
out of your ear.

- Was it Natalie?
- Who told you about that?

With you withholding
information like that,

that's not gonna help you.

It's just not something
I like to remember.

John: Let's go.
JC doesn't want me here.

If you want to know
about Natalie,

you should ask your mom.

Besides, who
really cares about

your stupid article,
anyway?

Nobody reads
the newspaper anymore.

Girl: See ya later,
baby killer.

(teens jeering)

Fuck y'all!
Fuck all y'all!

(all jeering)

Boy: Get this show
on the road, huh?

Come on. VIP room!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

(chatter)

Amma: Uh-huh! (laughs)

Don't push me, Kelsey.

- Oops. Sorry.
- (Nathan laughs)

Amma: Uh... (laughs)

Amma: Have you ever played
a game of Rolling Roulette?

No.

We pass...
the X around...

- Jodes.
- Thank you!

...and the tongue
it dissolves on last

is the lucky winner.

This is Damon's
best shit, though,

so we'll all
roll a little.

Hey. Hey, wait a minute.

Amma! Hey!

Drink lots of water.

Nathan: Oh, fuck, Amma,
the game barely started.

Camille's my guest
and my sister.

Plus, she could use
a little sunshine.

She's had
a pretty shitty life.

And just so you know,
we have a dead sister
just like John Keene,

and she's never,
ever dealt with it.

Anyway...

(sighs)

Why are you
doin' this?

Girls: You are a Union woman!

(overlapping chatter)

(hip hop blaring)

(song changes, kids groan)

♪ You're just too good
to be true ♪

♪ Can't take my eyes
off of you ♪

♪ You'd be like heaven
to touch ♪

♪ I want to hold you so much ♪

♪ At long last love
has arrived ♪

♪ And I thank God I'm alive ♪

♪ You're just too good
to be true ♪

♪ Can't take my eyes
off of you ♪

(girls whoop)

♪ Da-da, da-da ♪

♪ Da-da-da-da-da-da ♪

♪ Da-da, da-da ♪

♪ Da-da-da-da-da-da ♪

♪ Da-da, da-da ♪

♪ Da-da-da-da-da-da ♪

♪ Da-da, da-da ♪

♪ Dah! ♪

♪ I love you baby ♪

♪ And if it's quite all right ♪

♪ I need you baby ♪

♪ To warm the lonely nights ♪

♪ I love you baby ♪

♪ Trust in me
when I say ♪

Kelsey: I'm coming with you.

I wanna come
with you.

Fuck off. All right?

♪ Don't bring me down I pray ♪

♪ Oh pretty baby ♪

Come on.

Camille: These are
really beautiful.

Amma: I love yellow
when I'm stoned.

(music distorts)

♪ And I thank God I'm alive ♪

♪ You're just too good
to be true ♪

♪ Can't take my eyes
off of you ♪

Amma: Mama says I need
to be careful around you.

Are you dangerous?

(train whistle blows)

(both laughing)

Camille: Let's get out of here.

Let's get out of here.

♪ Can't take my eyes off... ♪

Let's get out of here.

Let's get out of here.

(song changes)

(songs intertwine)

♪ I wanna hold you so much ♪

♪ I wanna know ya, ghost ♪

♪ And I thank God I'm alive ♪

♪ I wanna touch ya, ghost ♪

(neon sign buzzing)

(Amma whooping, laughing
in distance)

(door bell dings)

- Kansas City.
- Chief.

Ohh.
Breakfast for dinner.

Thank you, Jesse.

My pleasure.

I gotta say,
I really miss seeing you

in that Robert E. Lee
getup.

(chuckles) First off,
I was Stonewall Jackson.

I'd rather die
under friendly fire

than surrender
like a coward.

The more I know about you,
the less I want to know.

(laughs)
That's Wind Gap for ya.

But you're gonna be
goin' home tomorrow.

Oh, yeah?
Why is that?

Mexican worker
at the hog farm
ID'ed Keene

as the guy who dumped
the bike in the lagoon.

No shit.

Good shit.

(Amma, Camille laughing)

(laughter)

Can't wait
to get out of here.

I'm bored all the time.

That's why I act
the way I do.

I know I can be
a little off.

Did girls like you
growin' up?

I mean, boys are easy.

You just let 'em
do stuff to you.

Mm, you shouldn't
let them do that.

When you let them
do it to you...

you're really
doin' it to them.

You have the control,
and... they like you.

It's not the same with girls.

I mean, I can get them
to do what I want, but...

they don't like me.

It's safer
to be feared
than loved.

Machiavelli.

How do you know that?

You know how.

Sometimes you need
to be mean...

...or hurt.

Amma, do you cut?

(sighs)

(Amma laughs)

- Amma: I'm so happy with you!
- Shh! Shh!

(both laughing)

You're like my soul mate.

You're like my sister.

(laughter)

I love you.

Take me back
to St. Louis with you.

I can get a job after school

at a boutique

or a fancy fabric shop.

You think I could put
my dollhouse on a résumé?

(Amma laughs)

Camille: Ohh.

(both grunting)

I thought you
liked it rough.

Want to sleep
in my room?

No.

No, I'm dead tired.

I think I should just
go in my bed tonight.

Can I sleep over
with you?

No, I...

I think we should just
sleep separate tonight,

and then we'll hang out
tomorrow, OK?

Amma. Amma!
Fine! Fine!

Fine. You can sleep
in my room. Come on.

(both laughing)

You can sleep with me.

(Camille shrieks)

Ohh.

Oh, Jesus, Amma.

I just can't remember
being this happy.

I wanna bring
my dollhouse upstairs.

I know you think
Adora likes me better,

but that's not true.

She calls out names
when she's sleeping.

Marian, you.

(both laughing)

- Here.
- Wait.

Wait.

(Amma chuckles)

(grunts, chuckles)

Mmm.

Do you ever feel like...

bad things are gonna
happen to you

and you can't
stop 'em?

You can't do anything?

You just have to wait?

(door opens)

It's not safe here for you.

♪ I wanna know ya, ghost ♪

♪ I wanna touch ya, ghost ♪

♪ I wanna feel ya, ghost ♪

♪ My Mona Lisa ghost ♪

(singer vocalizing)

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♪ I wanna love ya, love ♪

♪ I wanna feel ya, love ♪

♪ My Mona Lisa love ♪

♪ My Mona Lisa ghost ♪

♪ Call me in the darkness ♪

♪ Fill me with a whirlwind ♪

♪ Touch me in the coast ♪

♪ Feed me underwater ♪

♪ Pull me into darkness ♪

♪ Fill me with a whirlwind ♪

♪ Touch me in the coast ♪

♪ Feed me underwater ♪

♪ My Mona Lisa ghost ♪

♪ My Mona Lisa ghost ♪

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♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

AMMA CRELLIN: You know what my favorite part
about getting wasted is?

Mama takes care of me after.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES,
TEMPO INCREASES) ♪

RICHARD WILLIS: What is she hiding?

ADORA CRELLIN: A little bit of sweet...

before the bitter.

MAN: (YELLING)
Stay back!

-(DOOR THUDS)
-♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪

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