[woman] Previously on The Hunting Wives...
Abby, Brad told me everything.
About what you did.
Your sweater. Hey, wait!
[Flynn] We are on the hunt for a killer.
Hey, stranger. Need a ride home?
Sure.
Sophie O'Neil? Your gun was used
to kill Abby Jackson.
Walk me through the day of the murder.
We all went to Margo Banks's house.
I was there all night.
To confirm, it was you and Mrs. O'Neil all night?
No. I had to leave for a family emergency.
I don't know what Sophie did after that.
I have no reason to want that girl dead.
I didn't do it.
Until this is resolved,
I don't think you should be in the house.
[voicemail] This is Margo.
I just lost everything because of you,
you fucking bitch.
20k. You keep my name off your lips.
[Sienna] People think you did it
'cause someone wants it to look that way.
- Who's that? - Margo.
Kyle's the one you need to worry about.
Do you know where I can find Kyle?
- [gasps] - Who the fuck are you?
- What? Fuck! - Get the fuck in.
[Sophie] Please don't shoot me.
♪ Pills to feel calm Pills to get high ♪
♪ It's a little too late To be on time ♪
♪ Gin that smells Of turpentine ♪
♪ All I wanna do is Have a good time ♪
♪ All I wanna do is Roll the dice ♪
- [haunting, sultry vocalizing] - [mellow music playing]
[song fades, echoes]
Excuse me, sir?
Oh, hi, honey.
Is everything okay?
Not really. [sighs]
My bike got stolen, so I'm walkin' home, but...
it's kind of far, and...
And now you're out here talkin' to strangers?
I didn't know what else to do.
Ah, heck.
I can give you a ride.
Oh, you can trust me. Scout's honor.
I'm Dale. What's your name?
Margo.
[soft music playing]
So now we're not strangers.
Why don't you climb in? I'll get you home.
- Seriously? - [Dale] Yes, ma'am.
Thank you so much.
[Dale] You're more than welcome.
♪ I can hear the music ♪
♪ And feel the love we made ♪
♪ As I pretend That you're not really gone ♪
- [engine shuts off, music stops] - Well, here we are.
This is a nice place.
Your dad must have a good job.
Yeah,
but he's gone now.
And your mom, is she home?
[ominous music playing]
Oh...
No. She's at work.
Hm.
Anyways, uh,
- thank you for-- - [Dale] Hey.
You mind if I come in for a sec?
Just for a glass of water.
Come on, I brought you this far. It's the least you can do. Hm?
Sure.
[gun cocks]
What's up, cowboy?
Who's this? Who are you?
I'm your nightmare, perv.
Now get the fuck out of my truck.
You are not taking my truck. I will call the cops.
And tell 'em what? That you're an old man
that likes 15-year-olds?
- [hammer clicks] - Out.
All right, just take it easy, all right?
Just relax.
Oh, hey, hey! Relax, all right?
Take it easy. [gasping]
[breathing heavily]
This guy's pissin' himself.
Kyle, come on. Let's go.
[Dale gasps]
♪ ♪
[door closes]
Put your seat belt on.
[engine starting]
- [tires screeching] - [engine revving]
[tires screeching]
You sons of bitches!
[Margo laughs] Fifteen hundred.
Not bad, Kyle.
- Minus 200 to me. - Hey.
We still gotta pay rent.
- Plus, I did the hard part. - [police radio chatter]
[woman] ...bit my freakin' face. Look at my face, officer.
Officer, look at my freakin' face. I swear to God.
You better go in there and get her.
Look at my face!
I swear to God, I'ma get her, officer. You better go up there
- and get her right now. - Cheryl?
Cheryl. Cheryl, what's going on?
[Cheryl] You don't get her, I'm gonna get her.
This is this month's and last.
You can send the cops away. We're square.
Listen, Mandy, I'm not dealin' with your crazy mama.
She bit my freakin' face! Look at my face!
You can put a Band-Aid on that. I'm sure it was an accident.
You know my mama wouldn't hurt anybody.
- Your mama is a freakin' animal! - [door slams open]
I will kill you!
If you don't let go of me, I will fucking kill you all!
[Cheryl] I swear to God...
- Let's go. - Did they hurt you? Are you ok--
Goddamn pig fucking--
[Cheryl] I'ma get you, crazy bitch!
[mother] Don't touch me! Don't fucking touch me!
- Don't you fucking touch me! - [indistinct shouting]
- [solemn music playing] - [shouting continues, echoing]
[Cheryl] I'ma get you! I'ma get you!
I'ma get you! [echoing]
[mother] Don't fucking touch me!
- [gasps] - Who the fuck are you?
- I-I'm Sophie O'Neil. - Hm? Who sent you here?
- Get the fuck inside. - Oh my God.
Oh fuck, please don't shoot me.
Please. Please. My-my name is So-Sophie O'Neil.
Just shh. Shut the fuck up.
Okay. Okay.
[tense music playing]
Do you hear that?
[gasps]
[Sophie] Hear what?
Voices. Outside. Do you hear it?
- Do you hear that? - Uh...
- [Kyle] Shit. - [Sophie] Kyle...
I don't-- [gasps]
Oh my God.
Can't you just please, please, please, please put the gun down?
Just put the gun down.
- Yeah. Yeah. Okay. - [gun clatters]
Fuck! Oh, hi.
[laughs]
Mmm.
[music fades]
Oh yeah, I needed that.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. You... you want some?
Oh, I'm good.
[Kyle softly] Okay, okay.
Okay. So, chill.
So why the fuck are you here?
My name is Sophie.
I'm friends with Margo,
and I just came here to ask you one question.
When is the last time you saw Margo?
Well, I don't exactly keep
a Palm Pilot of the bitch's comings and goings.
Humor me.
Okay.
Hold on.
I got an idea.
How about we do a little tit for tat, okay?
How about you give me a ride down to my buddy's place?
And then when we're done with that,
I'll tell you everything you want to know about Margo
or whatever the fuck she goes by these days.
Okay? Yeah?
Um... So that-that's it?
I'm just taking you to your buddy's house?
Yeah. Five minutes.
Down the road. Easy-breezy.
You want to know? You gotta go. Come on.
Okay.
[electric car whirring]
Uh, um...
This is where your friend lives?
Mm-hmm. Yeah. Nice, right?
- That was not five minutes. - Okay.
Wait, wait, wait, wait. Hey, we had a deal.
You were gonna answer my question.
Yeah. After I see my buddy. It'll just be a minute.
Wait, wait! I thought I was just driving you here
and then dropping you off.
No, ma'am. This is a round-trip ticket.
Okay? Just hang tight.
Back in a jiff. Here we go. [groans]
[dog barking in distance]
[phone clicks]
[mellow music plays from phone]
[Graham in video] You're doin' it! You're bikin'!
[Sophie in video] Hey, buddy!
[Sophie laughs in video]
[Jack in video] Look, Mom, a fish. It's a fish.
[Sophie in video] Is that your favorite flavor?
[Jack] Can I have another one?
- [music stops] - Sorry, babe.
- [gunshots] - [tense music playing]
Fuck! Fuck! Oh shit!
[man] Come back here, you motherfucker!
- Go! Shit! Fuck! - [Sophie] What?
- What the fuck? - Go, go! Go!
[Sophie] Okay, okay, okay. Oh fuck, fuck, get in!
- [Kyle] Go, go! - Get him! Go!
- Oh my God. - Gonna need to fuckin' go.
- Okay, okay. Oh my God! - [gunshot]
- Go, go! - Get him!
- [gunshot] - [Sophie screams]
That's what I'm fuckin' talkin' about!
Fuck!
- [tires screeching] - [Kyle laughs, whoops]
- [music ends] - [train horn blares]
[Kyle] One thing about growin' up with no mama...
- [Sophie sighs] - ...I sure can cook.
Best eggs in Texas.
Look at that.
Eat up.
You're too skinny.
We just did an armed fucking robbery.
What? You didn't like it?
No!
Come on.
I can tell it dampened your panties a little.
Ah! A fucking smile.
Finally.
[Kyle laughs] And just so you know, it wasn't no robbery.
Those fuckers robbed me first.
We were just gettin' my property back.
So that big bag of cash, that's all yours, huh?
Actually, yes.
Got it from Margo.
I thought you two hated each other.
Pfft. Well, it wasn't a fuckin' present.
It was a payoff.
Why?
What do you have on her?
Oh, I got it all.
And I ain't afraid to spill it for the right price either.
She ain't got no loyalty to me, so fuck her.
Why?
How much you got?
- [Kyle laughs] - Mm-mm.
- Come on, Tesla. - Remember, we had a deal.
I gave you a ride. I get my one question.
All right. Go ahead.
Ask me your question.
[sighs]
Did you see Margo on July 18th,
that night?
July 18th...
Yeah, no. Nothing jumps out at me.
It was really, really hot.
There were a lot of power outages.
There was a girl that got killed in Maple Brook.
Right near Margo's lake house.
You know what, I do remember that night.
But I definitely did not see Margo.
'Cause that was the night I died.
Kyle...
don't fucking mess with me,
because this is really important.
Ain't nobody messing with you. I'm serious.
I got some damn bad pills with fentanyl or some bullshit.
My so-called friends...
dropped me off at the damn urgent care.
Fuckin' Doc Blevins gave me a face full of Narcan
and fuckin' jump-starter paddle fuckin' thingies.
I was... [sighs] I was this close
to seeing my heavenly father.
Jesus.
[solemn music playing]
[music fades]
[bell chimes]
[receptionist] Please sign in and fill out the forms,
and the doctor will be with you shortly.
Actually, I-I just have a--
Forms first, hon.
[sighs]
Uh, Dr. Blevins. Um, I just have a question. Um--
Yeah, just take a seat and fill out the forms
and we'll be right with you.
I'm not gonna fill out the goddamn forms.
Sorry, can you just answer one fucking question for me
so I can get the fuck out of this town?
Did you treat Kyle Burkett
for a drug overdose on July 18th?
Please.
- [Sophie sighs] - Come back this way.
- Look, Miss... - Sophie.
Miss Sophie, federal law prohibits me from--
I-I actually don't need to know about the patient.
Uh, Kyle already told me everything.
I just need to know if there was a woman here
who came to see him that night, uh,
long hair, forties, attractive.
His sister Mandy.
Yes. I mean, she goes by Margo now, but... yeah.
[sighs]
I honestly wasn't sure Kyle was gonna make it.
I thought the poor kid's luck had run out.
So I called Mandy and she drove down here,
sat next to his bedside.
- So you saw her? - Oh, yes, ma'am.
Sat for hours.
Kyle has no idea.
Kyle was unconscious.
Look, those two have their issues,
like most families do,
but I have known them their whole lives,
and that girl has always taken care of Kyle
in her own way.
If her brother had died without me calling,
I reckon she'd never forgive me.
She may look slick,
but she's a good, God-fearing woman.
Welcome back, y'all. Now, we are here with Margo Banks,
wife of the Lone Star State's newest guberna--
guber--
gubernatorial candidate, Jed Banks.
Sheesh, that's a tough one!
[laughter]
Now, Mrs. Banks--
- Oh, Margo, please. - Margo.
Your husband has had quite the list of accomplishments.
Uh, businessman,
entrepreneur,
and now politics.
How has that been for you?
Well, you know what they say.
Behind every ambitious husband is a very tired wife.
[laughter]
No, but my Jed is a remarkable man.
Texas through and through. God and family.
And yes, it's true, we're... we're luckier than most,
but that's why he felt called to serve.
So my family and I, we decided together
that it was time to share him
with the people of this great state.
And what a beautiful family it is.
And you have two boys, right? Twins?
[sighs] Actually, Tina,
that's something I wanted to talk about.
You know, Jed and I, we weren't exactly high school sweethearts.
We met later in life, and...
as hard as we tried,
children just didn't happen for us, so...
[sighs] I thought I would never be a mother.
[tender music playing]
But God and Jed blessed me
with my two wonderful stepsons,
and now I realize
I was a mother all along.
That's just beautiful.
And I believe that, in God's plan,
all women are mothers.
That's why Jed's first act as governor
will be the Spark of Life bill,
protecting the children of Texas starting from conception,
'cause that's where life begins, y'all, not where it ends.
So you're confirmed
for the VFW pancake breakfast tomorrow at 8:00,
and then lunch with that fucker from the Chronicle.
Make it drinks.
Drinks. Got it.
And are you sure you don't want me to arrange a driver,
what with the schedule and all?
I know I'm rich, but I'm still a country girl, Allison.
- [chuckles] - I like to drive myself.
I'll see you later.
Yes, ma'am.
[car honks]
[sighs]
[suspenseful music playing]
[exhales]
- [knocking] - [Allison] Mrs. Banks?
- Everything all right? - Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah, everything's fine.
Well, we're already getting hits from the interview.
You fuckin' killed it.
Great. [chuckles]
- I'll see you later. - Okay.
- Bye. - Bye.
[suspenseful music playing]
[sighs]
[exasperated groan]
[music fades]
[soft footsteps outside]
[knocking]
[door handle rattling]
Well, this place is a dump.
What are you doing here? How'd you find me?
There are only two motels in town.
You weren't at the other one.
Someone left these in my car
with a note saying, "I see you."
Why should I care?
[Margo] Oh, come on, Sophie.
I'm dyin' here, and you're the only person I can trust.
Are you fucking kidding me?
- You ghosted me. - No, I didn't ghost you--
And you wanna come in here and ask me for help?
Go fuck yourself.
Okay.
I understand why you're upset, but...
it is... it is complicated.
Complicated? Yeah, it's complicated.
I'm a murder suspect because of you.
You want someone to blame?
Fine. But you're a big girl,
and you fucked up all on your own.
You're the one who blacked out.
You're the one who lost your gun.
So if you're a murder suspect,
that's on you, not me.
No.
The cops think I did it
because I told them that I was with you,
and you were in Alba
dealing with fucking Kyle.
You lied to me!
And now I look like the liar, so thank you for that.
You talked to Kyle?
Yeah, we just robbed a house together last night.
Nice guy. Big dick.
Sophie, why?
Because I needed answers,
and he hates you enough to give them to me,
which makes sense considering you left him there to rot
in that shitty single-wide.
You don't know anything about my life.
Well, I know you're ashamed of him. Why?
[with accent] Did y'all, like, practice kissin' on each other?
[groans]
- [groaning] - [dramatic music playing]
You're not in control anymore.
Not of me.
[Margo grunts, groans]
Get the fuck out.
I'm... I'm sorry.
Jesus, fuck.
- You're pathetic. - [Margo] I'm sorry.
[gasps] I never meant to lie to you, Sophie.
[breathes heavily]
I just...
I-I don't talk about Alba, okay?
There's a reason I left that all behind.
And now with this...
stupid fucking campaign,
I feel like I'm pretendin' all the time,
and I'm sayin' shit that I don't even fucking know...
I don't even know what's real anymore.
So yeah, I fucked up, okay? I really fuckin' fucked up.
[Margo breathes heavily]
And I should've been honest with you,
because I need you, Sophie.
I need someone who's seen
all the ugly sides of me,
and someone...
someone who still loves me.
[tender music playing]
Sophie, please.
I'm so, so fucking sorry.
[sobbing] I'm so sorry.
Please, please, please say you'll forgive me. Please.
Say we can fix it. [sniffles]
Please. Please.
Yeah. It's okay.
[Margo] Yeah?
We'll fix it.
Yeah? Yeah?
[sniffles]
But you have to be straight with me.
For real.
I promise.
I can help with the pictures.
It's probably just that One-Eye guy going rogue.
But first you have to help me find out who killed Abby.
Deal.
[indistinct chatter]
[music fades]
No.
I do not have time today.
Well, you gotta eat though.
Right?
Salazar, are those the same kolaches
- I brought you yesterday? - Yup.
Abby Jackson. Where are we at?
[scoffs]
Jonny likes Sophie O'Neil for it
so we are all in on her.
What? Why?
Occam's razor.
[Salazar] Whose the fuck what now?
Simplest answer is usually the right one.
- I don't know. Jonny said it. - Simplest or laziest?
Look, you think you ever might have some residual emotions
from the Krummel case swirlin' around,
colorin' your view on this one?
I wouldn't blame you if you did. I just...
Have you found any connection to O'Neil?
Besides the gun.
- Not yet. - Abby's phone?
Never found it.
We got the records.
O'Neil's not on there.
In fact, the last two calls were...
I don't know, a little odd.
Odd how?
First one was to Pete Lightfoot.
You know him, he's the youth pastor at Holy Horizon.
And the second was from Jill Thompson.
Kinda late too.
You thinkin' there's a church connection?
Could be.
But I got orders on O'Neil,
so I can't ask that question.
Right.
Yeah, well,
maybe I'll do a little diggin' on those phone calls.
Hm.
Since you're so busy and all.
[mysterious music playing]
[music fades]
[seat belt unlatches]
[sighs]
[Sophie] Oh.
Oh my-- I'm so sorry.
I thought this was Nina's house.
This is Nina's house.
Oh. Um, is she home?
Nope.
Right. Um...
I'm Sophie, by the way.
We met a couple weeks ago at the church.
I know who you are.
Starr...
I am so sorry
about what happened to your daughter.
[Sophie sighs] You don't have to believe me,
but what they're saying...
about me, I...
I couldn't do it.
I wouldn't do it. I would never.
I would never, ever hurt Abby.
Nina's at summer school and I'm babysitting
because her mother is at work.
Um, I was just here because I was thinking
Nina might know something about what happened that night.
Um, and, um...
Sorry, I don't know what I'm doing. [laughs] Um... [sniffles]
I don't know, but the police aren't even trying, and it's...
I don't even think they care.
So, um, I thought maybe...
I don't know what I thought.
Sorry.
[baby crying softly]
Well, do you wanna come on in?
[baby cooing]
Just like Abby.
She was a colicky little thing.
She'd be up all night screamin' like a banshee.
She'd only sleep if I held her.
Oh, I know all about that.
The little crook in your elbow gets all sweaty.
- But you can't ever move 'em. - No.
Never wake a sleeping baby.
Oh, but when she started walkin' and talkin',
she'd just walk up to total strangers just to say hi,
make friends everywhere she went.
I mean, I was always her bestie.
It was always... It was always me and her.
Until she met Brad Thompson.
I tried not to take it personal.
And I tried not to worry too much
because Abby was always strong in her faith.
I mean, her faith was like a rock,
and thank God she had Pastor Pete to, you know,
confide in and to just guide her.
Must be nice to have someone to confide in.
[scoffs]
Heck...
maybe I should talk to him.
[Starr] I mean, he's a saint.
You should.
He lives over on Chestnut Street.
Um, if you're serious. I don't know, but...
I do know that Abby probably told him things
she wouldn't share with me.
[soft, suspenseful music playing]
[music fades]
Glad you're making yourself at home in my husband's office.
[Jia-Yi] You know, burning the midnight oil.
What can I do for ya?
I want to know what safeguards are in place
to protect our privacy.
Meaning?
Hypothetically, if someone were trying to blackmail us.
[suspenseful music playing]
Is there something you need to tell me?
No. This is hypothetical.
I'm just sayin', there are people in this town
who know things
about us,
me.
Well, everything is fair game for the opposition.
I'm sure they're digging for dirt.
But there's no humiliation in blackmail.
No, they're gonna want the oppo to go public.
So, hypothetically,
of these people who know things,
do any of them need money?
Do any of them want to hurt you?
Do you have any enemies?
I don't have enemies.
I have friends.
[whooping, laughter]
Well, I want y'all to know I love you so much.
Friendships like ours are rare.
So when Jed and I go on our campaign trail,
I'm takin' y'all with me in my heart.
- [woman] Oh! - Oh, honey!
Love you.
- She's sweet. - That's adorable.
The five of us have made so many good memories together.
I'm gonna take those with me too.
Especially Cabo 2020.
- Oh. - Oh.
- [cheering] - That was the one.
[laughter]
I mean, we were living!
That night on the rooftop bar?
Oh boy. Everyone thought we were spring-breakers,
we were so damn high.
- [laughing] - [woman] Oh boy.
Oh, what were those pills called
that Jonny got you from the evidence locker?
- MDM-something? - [choking]
From the raid on that gay club?
- [laughs] - What?
- [clears throat] - [Margo] Oh my God,
and the New York shopping trip
where Taylor stole that Cartier bracelet?
[bird chirping]
[matter-of-factly] It was David Yurman.
Didn't that sales girl get fired for accusin' you?
She shoulda known better.
And oh, girl, come on.
That night after the Cowboys game.
[Margo laughs deviously]
I don't know what you're doin',
but you need to stop.
Oh, I-I haven't even gotten to you yet, Jill.
Hey, we're friends.
Yes, we are. That's the point.
Friends know things about each other. Myself included.
I mean, hell, I got a whole walk-in closet
full of skeletons.
The way I see it, that's where skeletons belong.
So as this campaign heats up,
for all our sakes,
I'm gonna ask y'all to sign some NDAs.
Uh...
[Margo] Here you go.
It's for all of our best interest.
Go on. [clears throat]
Well, I would never, ever talk about you, Margo.
So... [chuckles]
There you go. None of us would.
We're all happy to sign it.
- Thank you. - [Jill] I don't know.
I don't feel comfortable with this.
Oh, what's the big deal? I used to sign
a million of these back when I used to model.
Well, I should look it through first.
Look, just fuckin' sign it, Jill.
Sign it.
Well, I guess it's fine.
Thank you.
Appreciate it. [Margo laughs]
Now, one more thing.
Y'all just get out your phones for me.
Please, take 'em out.
I want you to do a little image search of me.
I want you to delete all the photos, even off the cloud.
What? No, no, no. I-I-I love these pictures.
I can't erase 'em.
Callie, do you know what the libs are doin'?
They're hackin' phones lookin' for dirt on me and Jed.
That's so evil. Mm.
[soft, suspenseful music playing]
[clears throat]
If you can't do it, give me your phone. I'll do it for you.
Fuck it.
[phone clatters]
No, I'm sorry, but no.
No, I'm not deleting my pictures.
Okay, it's just a bridge too far.
[clears throat]
I'm gonna go.
Thanks for lunch.
Got something to hide, Jilly?
No.
Do you?
[grim music playing]
[music fades]
[Clint] Come on in.
[door creaking]
Can I help you?
Yeah, actually.
I'm looking for Pete Lightfoot.
Wanda Salazar.
I'm with the sheriff's department.
[clears throat]
Uh, Pete is currently on leave.
Huh.
Well, that's funny timin'.
I'm sorry?
I'm followin' up on some leads in the Abby Jackson case.
Just got her phone records back,
and one call in particular struck me.
Her last outgoing.
It was to Pete.
Well, sure.
Uh, Pete...
built strong relationships with, uh, all of our youth here.
Mm-hmm.
But what about Abby Jackson specifically?
Pete was a shepherd to the whole flock.
Yeah,
but she called him hours before getting murdered.
That feels...
specific.
Anyhoo...
why is he on leave?
Oh, well, uh, just
a culture fit issue, mostly.
Nothing untoward.
You know, Pete comes from a small church
down in Louisiana. The, uh...
skill set doesn't always translate,
you know, to the congregation of this size.
[Clint sighs] But he came with a glowing recommendation,
and I'd write the same.
What happened in Louisiana?
I'm sorry. What do you mean?
I mean, if he's so great, why'd they get rid of him?
I'm not sure I would characterize it that way,
but of course you'd have to ask them.
Hm.
[Salazar sighs]
Almost done, Reverend. Just-just one more thing.
Is-is your wife here?
- Jill? - Mm-hmm.
And why are you asking?
It's those darn phone records again.
Turns out Jill was Abby's last incoming call.
Can't imagine it's a-a crime
for a mother to check in on her son's girlfriend.
[Salazar] Oh, no, no, no.
'Course not.
I'm sure it was nothin'... untoward.
Just had to ask.
You got a home address for Pete?
- [thunder rumbling] - [rain pattering]
[muffled heavy metal music playing]
[loud heavy metal music playing]
[knocking]
♪ ♪
[knocking]
[music ends]
- You're early. - Hi. Um, you don't know me.
Um, I'm Sophie O'Neil, and I just--
I know who you are.
Right. Uh, I guess everyone does.
But I didn't... I didn't do it.
It wasn't me. Okay, and I know that
it's out of line that I might be here,
but I know that you and Abby were friends,
and it would really mean a lot if you could just answer
- some questions for me. - I really can't help you.
Well, here's the thing. I'm not actually asking you
to help me.
I'm asking you to help Abby.
[splutters] Well, now's just not a good time.
Are you expecting... someone?
Well, that's really none of your business.
Now if you'll excuse me.
Sorry, Pastor.
This is too important.
This is Abby's...
eternal soul.
I mean, I know that she's an angel up in Heaven,
but we have to solve this murder that happened here on Earth.
[solemn music playing]
Don't you want justice?
Abby wasn't...
Abby wasn't an angel.
What do you mean? Everyone loved her.
Everyone didn't know her like I did,
how far she had fallen and her lustful sins.
Well, that's probably just normal teenage stuff, right?
There is nothing innocent about ending a life.
♪ ♪
Abby had an abortion?
She told you that?
[sighs] Her boyfriend did.
All right, not that he's much better than her,
but at least he tried to repent.
Brad told you that she had an abortion?
And-and when he told you, was-was he upset about it?
Was he mad upset or guilty upset?
Look, look, look, I don't know what else to tell you.
There's no point to any of this. I-I-I couldn't save Abby.
Lord knows I tried, and-and now it's too late.
- Okay, if I could just come in-- - Stop. Just stop!
All right? Now, I've asked you to leave,
so-so please leave, or I'll make a call to the police
and I'll get 'em even more interested in you.
♪ ♪
Thank you for your time.
[car door opens]
[car door closes]
[electric car whirring]
[music fades]
[Jill] Ugh, that little B, Margo,
acting like this is frickin' Mean Girls.
Head so far up her own ass.
- Mom... - Oops!
- [door opens and closes] - Her own butt.
Why doesn't anyone tell me anything that goes on
around this gosh-darn house?
You have to actually check the family WhatsApp for it to work.
Oh, I have to find out from the police that my wife
talked to a murder victim the night she was killed?
- You what? - Hmm?
I don't think I called anyone.
They have her phone records, Jill.
Well, that's just not what happened.
Brad's phone broke that day,
and he used mine to call Abby. Right, Bradley?
No, I didn't.
We were fightin'. I didn't even want to talk to her.
No. Remember?
We'd just finished watching the Outer Banks finale,
and you wanted to call Abby to tell her--
Enough!
Before you say anything else,
why don't you take a minute to get your stories straight
for all our sakes?
[grim music playing]
[music fades]
[phone chimes, vibrates]
[sighs]
[car approaching]
[engine stops]
[birds chirping]
So what's the emergency?
Would you ever ask your kids to lie
about something for you?
You mean the twins?
[scoffs]
Not if I wanted to get away with it.
I found out my mom called Abby
that night.
She called Abby, and she talked to her,
and she didn't tell me.
[tense music playing]
How'd you find out about this?
Cops talked to my dad.
Phone records or something. It's a fuckin' mess.
But why would she do that?
Abby's your girlfriend.
I-I'm sure they talked all the time.
They didn't.
And why would she lie?
And why would she ask me to lie?
You know she told me to say that I was with her all night?
But you were with me.
Yeah.
It's your mother we're talkin' about.
I'm sure she's got nothin' to hide.
I mean...
right?
[bright carnival music playing]
[indistinct announcements]
[man] Go ahead and give it a try.
[Nina] You know my daddy took me here when I was ten?
- He was a crack shot. - [Pete] Hmm.
[Nina] When he wasn't in the bag, which was most of the time.
But he must've been straight that day
'cause he won me the biggest bear they had.
- Oh yeah? - Yeah.
Well, I'ma win ya an even bigger one.
Really? You a crack shot too?
- Maybe I am. - No, you're not.
[laughs]
I'm too old for this stuff anyway.
You're not that old.
- [laughs] - All right. No bears.
- No. - What are you into then?
I want to fly.
Let's fly.
Alrighty.
[people cheering]
[upbeat accordion music playing]
[music ends]
- [birds chirping] - [dog barking in distance]
[suspenseful music playing]
[bottles clinking]
[indistinct chatter]
[Pete] You okay, Nina?
You havin' a good time?
Yeah.
Really?
Okay, relax. I'm not gonna jump.
[upbeat carnival music playing]
But I did... think about it.
You know, after...
After Abby died.
Fuck.
What is it?
God, it just...
it hits me in the stomach sometimes. I...
I miss her so fucking bad.
Oh my God. I just... I-I cussed twice. I'm sorry.
I miss her too.
But I think she'd be happy that we-we found each other,
you know?
Yeah.
♪ ♪
So, it's not a bear, but...
- It's close enough. - Yeah.
- It's still pretty big too. - [laughs] Yeah.
Hey, uh, a toot for m'lady?
What a gentleman.
- There you are. - Thank you.
One for me.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
♪ ♪
- Ugh. - Yeah?
Yeah.
[laughs]
- Can I tell you a secret? - Of course.
You were in my dream last night.
- I was? - Mm-hmm.
What was I doin'?
Oh, no.
A gentleman never tells.
- Cop-out. - [laughs]
Can I ask you somethin'?
Shoot.
Is this a date?
You want it to be?
I asked first.
Well...
I would think a pretty girl like you
has been on enough dates to know the answer to that question.
I guess we'll just have to wait and see.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
- [crickets chirring] - [running footsteps]
- Hey! - [gasps] Oh my God!
You tryin' to give me a heart attack?
Jesus. What are you doing?
I-I really need to talk to you, alone.
Bottoms up.
Abby had an abortion.
Abby Jackson had an abortion?
You sure?
Brad never told you about that?
[scoffs]
Brad and I don't exactly have a talking relationship.
How'd you find that out?
Pete Lightfoot told me.
Pastor Pete?
From Holy Horizon?
I know. It sounds ridiculous.
Yeah, it does. I mean, do you realize what you're sayin'?
Where would Abby even have that done?
I don't know. Planned Parenthood?
Honey, this ain't the East Coast.
We don't make it that easy to kill babies here.
What?
There had to have been a way.
I guess if she knew a doctor or somethin',
there's always a way.
- [Sophie sighs] - What?
Just say it.
People have been saying that Brad has a temper.
So what if he didn't know that Abby was pregnant,
and he found out about the abortion,
and then he just...
snapped?
No.
I'm sorry, but...
underneath all that big-dick jock energy,
he's just a soft little baby.
He's not a killer.
But...
- [sighs] - [Sophie] What?
[soft, pensive music playing]
[sighs] It's crazy.
Wait.
- What? - Mm.
Well,
I was talkin' to Brad,
and apparently,
Jill was the last person to call Abby that night.
What?
I mean, it's probably nothin',
but Brad's all twisted up about it,
and Jill didn't even like her,
so I don't know why she'd be callin' her.
Are you serious? I mean,
what if she caught wind of all that?
Well...
if Brad got Abby pregnant,
and if she took care of it,
and if Jill found out about it,
- I'd say she'd be pretty pissed. - Pissed?
She's the queen of Project fucking Life.
If she was worried that people were gonna find out,
who knows what she would do.
Well, shit.
[tense music playing]
[sighs]
[indistinct chatter]
You all right?
- All right. - I don't feel very good.
- Yeah, let's get you in the car. - [Nina groans] Okay.
Just step up now.
- Okay. - I'm sorry.
Yeah, no, it's all right.
- I'm sorry. - [laughs] It's okay.
Get you buckled in.
[Nina groans groggily]
All right. Yeah.
Good?
[Nina] Is that...
Is-is that Abby's sweater?
What are you talkin' about?
[grim music playing]
[groggily] That wasn't vodka.
No, you put something in my drink.
- You put something in my drink. - Hey, no. Nina, hey.
- You put something... - Hey, stop.
[Nina groans]
[music intensifying]
[woman] Is she all right?
- [music softens] - [Nina groans]
Too many rounds on the Gravitron.
[Nina groaning]
Hey, y'all have a blessed night, all right?
Take care.
Hey, come with me.
All right. Let's get you back in here.
- [groaning] No. - Stop. Just sit. Stop.
[Nina breathing heavily]
Stop! All right, you understand me? You stop!
[grim music playing]
[panting heavily]
You stay put now.
[Nina panting] Please...
[engine starting]
[carnival music mixing with dark, tense music]
[groaning softly]
[intense, eerie music playing]
[sighs]
[music intensifying]
[music peaks, then fades]
[eerie, unsettling music playing]
[music fades]
[triumphant musical flourish]