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There was a murder last August.
A little girl got strangled. Another one's missing now.
Get me a story.
I haven't heard from you in months!
And you just... show up, stirring everyone up.
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Good morning.
Who puts the flowers out there?
Can't say for sure. Why?
Could be the sign of a guilty conscience.
Out here we just call it "being nice."
Or maybe whoever's doing it is superstitious.
Yeah? How so?
Well, they figure if they honor the dead,
maybe their kids won't end up like them two girls did.
That's just magical thinking.
You ever been out to the creek
where Ann Nash's body was found, detective?
Yeah.
Well, it's just smooth water
rolling over sand now.
Well, after Ann died,
the townsfolk went out there and pulled the rocks out.
The same ones that snagged the clothesline
that was around Ann's neck.
They loaded them into a pickup truck,
took them out to the edge of town, and smashed 'em.
Nice and smooth.
Like they figured that destroying them
would ward off any future evil.
Well, I guess they left a rock or two.
How does it fit?
Um...
I have a navy,
if you'd rather.
No, I just think my hips
are a little higher than yours.
Curvy.
It's fine.
I'm fine... fine.
Let... Let me do that.
This funeral
is going to be very hard.
I loved those girls.
How did you know those girls again?
Camille, I'm very involved in the community.
It's our family's duty.
More dead little girls.
As if Marian wasn't enough.
Were you friends with Natalie?
Enough to be sad, too,
which is why I should go.
You're gonna stay here with Gayla
- and have ice cream. - Mm-hmm.
I want to know where you are.
Camille, maybe you should stay back, too,
given your state of mind.
I have to go. It's my job.
I think Camille knows how to behave.
Adora, we don't want to be late.
We're fine, and I don't want you
to talk like that... Like it's work.
We're going to the funeral to support that poor family.
Ladies, can we please go?
Yes.
I love you, love you, love you.
Are you gonna ride with us?
No, no. I'm gonna drive.
I have to grab my purse.
I'll wait in the car.
All right.
Morning.
Kansas City.
You know, I've been thinking.
Uh-oh.
Why does a killer change his M.O. like that?
First body left at the kill site
in the forest, but Natalie... she's dumped
in the middle of town like a prop or a doll.
My daughter had one of them dolls.
Little "O" for a mouth.
Creepy little fucking things.
Getting her there was risky.
Way more chance of getting caught.
Well, some killers want to get caught.
A cry for help.
This one likes making people scared
- for their girls. - Can we just save
the Silence of the Lambs routine for another time?
Look, Bill...
I get it, okay. This is your home.
You gotta look out for your people,
but odds are the killer is gonna show up here...
Soak up the atmosphere.
I read them books too, Agent Starling.
Watch out for anyone trying
to insert himself into the action.
Anyone trying too hard with the family.
The nature of this crime, it's personal.
This guy wants to rule the town.
Well, he may not rule it,
but he sure as hell got our attention.
- Look good? - That's fine.
Yeah, I know you're fond of me,
but don't think this means we're married.
Come on in, Mrs. Crellin.
This way, please.
Sorry, folks.
So sorry.
Come on, Sweetie.
I saved you a place.
Get your cute, little butt in here.
Good Lord.
I don't think I've seen you in a month of Sundays.
You saw me at the search, Jackie.
I didn't really see you.
See, it was that sweet tea and its kick.
Please tell me y'all aren't waiting on us.
Well, we weren't waiting for the pastor.
That's for sure.
You look great.
I don't know what I expected.
- You look absolutely... - Jackie, inside voice.
It's a funeral.
You look great.
They can't release the body
because of the investigation.
Can you even imagine?
That's Natalie's mama and daddy.
They're divorced.
They keep to themselves.
We gather here to celebrate
the life of Natalie Keene.
Her death is a great tragedy,
but we must turn our hearts to the light.
We begin with some words of comfort
from Natalie's mother, Jeannie Keene.
Jeannie?
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Natalie was a surprise baby,
but we were grateful for her.
Almost six years
after our sweet son, a girl.
I taped a pink ribbon
to her little, bald head.
She snatched it off.
Six weeks old, and our girl
knew what she wanted.
She was always like that...
A spitfire, a contrarian,
a tomboy, a goofball.
Smart as a whip, she didn't suffer fools.
I remember when she was two,
I was making goo-goo eyes at her.
I swear she rolled her eyes.
In our first home in Philadelphia,
she'd sneak out and explore the city.
- _ - In Wind Gap, she roamed the woods
- _ - and would report back to us
on everything she saw.
She talked a lot.
She talked a lot when she had something to say
and was quiet if she didn't.
I wish more grown-ups had that gift.
- _ - It is horrible to lose a child.
It is unbearable to lose her this way...
to a murdering fiend.
I know I'm supposed to be forgiving,
but I am furious.
I know what good people say.
"An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind."
I wish I could be that gentle.
I want revenge.
I want justice...
for her daddy who will never get
to walk her down the aisle.
For her brother, who was her best friend.
And for me who will never, ever
recover from her loss.
We love you, Natalie.
Heaven does, indeed,
have another angel,
but we must know that Natalie
has gone to a better place to sit with God.
Camille, please.
For the sake of the family, please.
Now, would you please stand
as we say, together, the words
Our Savior Christ has taught us?
Our Father who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name,
thy kingdom come, thy will be done,
on Earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
- Hi, Sammie. - Hi.
- Hey, sis. - What are you doing here?
Shouldn't you be home eating ice cream?
Any chance I can
bum a few bucks for the Sprite?
- Sprite? - Yeah.
Sure.
I knew you'd be cool.
You all, isn't my sister the coolest?
- So cool. - So cool.
So cool.
Don't try to work me, Amma.
I've been playing that game for 20 years.
- 20 years? - Yeah.
Then you're old enough to be my mom.
Do you know my mom?
Shut up, Jodes.
Amma, Mama wants you home,
- and I want you home. - Mm-hmm.
It's dangerous out there for you.
People are killing little girls.
Not the cool ones.
Yeah, we're going straight to Kelsey's,
and I'll be home before curfew.
I swear.
- Straight there? - Mm-hmm.
And you call me if you need a ride?
- You promise? - Yeah, I promise.
Thank you.
Make sure you get home before...
- Mama? - Yeah. Okay.
- Amma. - Hmm?
Careful with the vodka.
Yeah.
- Thank you, girls. - Thank you, Sammie.
- Bye, girls. - Bye!
Jeannie Keene is having
all the mourners over to her house.
- Uh-huh. - I think that's pretty nice.
When Marian died, Mama shuttered our house
for a year with us inside.
Listen. I know this is delicate ground for you.
- It's not. - Okay, well, good.
Then get as many personal details as you can,
and, remember, you're not there
- to solve the mystery. - Yeah.
Well, the brother interests me.
He's, uh, not your typical...
Wind Gap fare.
Excellent. We want characters.
Tell us about the Keene house.
Are Natalie's shoes still out?
Are the photos friendly or familiar?
Piano books?
Are the paintings on the wall original
or from Antiques "R" Us like ours?
Well, why don't I go through the ice box
while I'm at it?
Hey, don't be a wise-ass, kiddo.
You know what I mean.
This could be your big break
if you do it right.
You gotta stop saying that.
All right.
Don't go gentle.
Get what you need for this story.
You're right. Yes, sir.
Okay, kiddo.
- Bye-bye. - Bye.
If you're about to say...
You can't solve all the problems
- of the entire world? - The other one.
Hope you know what you're doing?
- Bingo. - I understand
what you're trying to do,
but what she needs now is time.
Don't we all?
Look, she's a great investigator,
could be a great writer, maybe even have a life,
but she needs to deal with her issues
and stop thinking that vodka doesn't stay on her breath.
You can't fix her like another thing in this house.
Not now.
Can't take that on, too.
I'll think about it.
- No, I will. - Yeah, right.
Yeah, right!
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I don't care who told you to come!
Get the fuck out of this house!
Get out of this house! Come on!
Don't make me tell you again!
Just beat it! Get out of here!
- Fuck you! - Mr. Keene, come on, now.
Beat it!
Son of a bitch!
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She thought that was a good idea.
Mm-hmm. I agree.
Well, well, well. Camille's here.
I'm not sure that's so.
Adora says it's a comfort to have Marian's room.
The little bitch
just waltzed right in here.
Nah, patrol is what we do.
No, I say we start over
on the beaner side of town.
Think about it. A man who could slaughter
pigs all day, that's the type of man
that can yank out a little girl's teeth.
- All that blood. - Okay, Chris, stop.
You know where you're going?
Stumbling back to your bed is where.
I brought John some food.
You need to eat, John.
Ashley, John will eat
when he wants to eat. Thank you.
Okay.
Would you look at them?
Just sitting all by themselves in a group of people.
And then they wonder why
they're not a part of this town.
The funeral was nice, at least.
Well, that girl
she described is not Natalie.
Believe me. I should know.
Appreciate it.
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Deputy Coroner's office.
Camille! I heard you were back in town.
Watch the liquor, watch the men.
I'm kidding.
How are you? You never come home.
Well, she's in big-shit St. Louis.
I love St. Louis.
Dan and I took the girls there
after Christmas last year...
Jack and I were thinking about that.
Taking the kids for a visit.
I have four... All boys.
- Wow. - Do you have kids, Camille?
- Here. - I said I'm not hungry.
Fine. Fuck it.
Sorry.
I guess I have five boys.
What about you, Camille?
You must have a boyfriend.
Mm. Do you guys know the Keene family?
You know, Angie's due
in September. Look at this.
Congratulations.
I know I look big.
I get bigger every time.
What can you do?
So, um, the brother, John,
he seems to be taking the death kind of...
He's been crying up a storm.
I don't mean to be mean...
Sure you do.
...but it's a bit much.
It's like he's a little boy.
A lot of tears.
Well, did he fit in at school?
Little Ashley Wheeler
made sure he fit in with the right crowd.
She's a cheerleader.
Like us in the day, right?
- Yeah. - Until you quit us.
But he is an odd damn duck.
He seems sorta gay to me.
I mean, that would make sense
if he's the one who did it...
because sometimes, when siblings have
unnatural affections,
that leads to other things.
God, you watch too much news.
Camille Preaker!
I'm so damn sick of your damn theories.
You owe me a scoop...
It was nice catching up.
...reporter girl.
I hate her dress.
Thank you.
What are you doing with those nasty vipers?
Lord!
Aww, I'm so happy to see you.
Your mother shows me pictures of you, but...
She does? What pictures?
Well, she paints a picture of you.
She's so proud.
I do not believe you, Jackie.
Well, that's 'cause I lie like a rug.
Ah, you turned out so...
wonderful, smart, beautiful,
successful, and brave.
You do lie, Jackie.
No, I mean it.
I mean it.
You tackled those demons.
My demons are not remotely tackled.
They're just mildly concussed.
Oh, well, I'd say that's better than
the rest of us isn't it?
Hmm.
How's your mama doing?
She's sad.
I wish you knew her before Marian.
She was lovely and...
frivolous like a kite.
You still lying, Jackie?
I don't think so.
You're the best.
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I didn't want him to starve.
I'm sorry for your loss.
She stunned ants
and fed them to her spiders.
It was nasty,
but it was good for Natalie...
The outdoors.
Well...
Sounds like she was a tomboy.
Was she playing outside when she went missing?
Overly Park... Broad daylight.
I heard that, uh,
she was friends with Ann Nash.
Until they weren't.
Fine by me they fell out.
That dad, he's a strange one.
Have the police talked to you?
They usually question the family
these kind of cases.
I was in Philly at the time.
If that's what you're asking.
What about your son?
My son loved Natalie.
He would've died before hurting her.
...ninety-seven, over.
You can't just go into the room
of a dead little girl.
You of all people should know
how private, how personal that is.
Well, I was just, um...
I don't know how this family
will ever get over it.
We didn't.
Go report somewhere else, and let these people be.
Marks on the gums and inside the cheeks
indicate that the teeth were removed by pliers.
What kind of pliers?
Household pliers.
Sharp-edged pliers.
How hard is it to pull a tooth?
It takes a muscle.
Baby teeth come out a little easier.
The killer would have some adrenaline pumping
if he did it right away.
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Hi. What's your name?
You know, you guys are the first kids
I've seen out playing by themselves.
I ain't no pussy.
I was wondering, you know Natalie Keene?
No.
But you heard what happened.
Yeah, from James Capisi first.
He was here when it happened.
Did he say who took her?
The woman in white.
Woman in white, like... like the story?
Ask James Capisi.
Lives over on Crestwood.
Yellow house with a tire swing.
Would you show me?
Nah, me and James ain't friends no more.
He got weird.
After the woman in white?
What'd she look like?
Come on. Throw it, man!
Oh, dear.
You look wan.
I suppose I haven't really eaten today.
You can't go giving the girls
advice you don't follow.
You need your strength.
But now, now,
you don't want to look like a hairless cat.
Don't.
It's not right on a day like today.
- Don't. - That's not so.
The Lord loves the world
and all its contradictions.
I hope so.
Sorry.
Go get the ball, you idiot.
Fucker.
We don't need nothin'.
Church "brung" us food.
James?
I was just, uh...
I was talking with your friend...
Little guy, mullet.
Dee ain't no friend.
Well, he was just telling me about
the woman in white.
The one who took Natalie.
She did.
Well, did you tell the police that?
Yes, ma'am.
They say I'm seeing ghosts.
Oh, it's like the story.
She ain't no ghost.
It was real.
Did Natalie see her?
We were playing.
Ball went in the woods,
so she went.
I hollered at her,
but she was gone.
You here by yourself?
Is your mama sick?
She gets along all right.
But I don't need no taking care of.
Okay, so I think I need to talk to your mom now.
Hi, um...
Sorry to bother you.
Uh, your son was just in the window
when I came by...
He's, uh, playing with a gun.
Why you care?
Uh, just seems a little young to have a gun.
Are we breaking some law or something?
Um, I don't know.
Then screw off.
Mrs. Capisi...
"Mrs. Capisi."
I just wanted to talk to you about
what your son saw when Natalie Keene was taken.
I'd talk for a fifty.
I'm not allowed to pay for...
Then I'm not allowed to talk.
Mama!
- Mama! - Yeah.
You need to take your nap.
Ugh! Thank fucking God.
That's nice of you.
Didn't want Mrs. Keene driving through town
getting hit with sign after sign.
Yeah. Did you do the same
with the signs for Ann?
I did.
I don't know what to do with these.
Can't bear to throw 'em away.
Probably just put 'em
in my desk drawer next to Ann's.
You have a nice day.
Ugh! God damn.
Got no comment, Miss Preaker.
I, uh, just spoke with James Capisi.
I'm just wondering why the police
are discounting his story.
You got an eyewitness to an abduction.
The eyewitness is eight.
He's the kid of a factory worker, whose mama...
So... So, that's the problem?
That his mama makes minimum wage
butchering pigs for my mama?
How is your mama? She holdin' up?
She's great. You know.
So, he's not credible?
Is that what you're saying?
He's got a mom with cancer,
and she's a meth addict on top.
Well, I don't see how that affects...
That boy...
...when he does go to school,
he comes with tall tales about where he's been.
His mama took him to Disney World.
She wears those hospital gowns...
White gowns... now he sees a woman in white
do bad things? It's a cry for help.
Well, when I was a kid, uh, we used to scare each other
with stories about a woman in white
killing little children.
Yeah, that, too. Town folklore.
Well, I don't know.
Maybe someone doesn't believe it's folklore.
Maybe they want to make it real.
Yeah, like I just said, James Capisi.
There's no woman in white, Miss Preaker.
Trust me, it's a man did this.
Bobby, what the hell are you doing?!
Get over here!
Porch is the limit. Get over here.
Come on! Get on the damn porch!
What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with you, son?
She... you know.
She may be able to cover that up.
Maker's Mark, please, double.
Camille Preaker.
Beautiful girl, come say hi.
Come on, Big City.
Come tell us about your adventures.
Yeah. Your exploits.
Yeah.
On the job.
No rest for the wicked, huh?
Nope.
James Capisi's mom made a call.
Thank you.
Well, I'm surprised she bothered.
She didn't seem to care that he had a gun.
This fucking town.
Guns and meth and pigs... no offense.
None taken.
So, uh, do you believe him?
James?
We have not eliminated nor we have identified
any theories in the Wind Gap case.
Why were you taking soil off of Bob Nash's tire today?
I get it, Camille. You can't just sit
with me and have a drink. I get it.
So, why don't you do me a favor
and help me with the case, okay?
Educate me about Wind Gap
because I'll be honest with you,
I can't quite get a handle on it.
If somebody says "bless your heart,"
what they really mean is "fuck you.
So I've been told by a woman
who just said, "bless your heart."
Let me guess. Jackie O'Neele?
- She's a character. - She's sweet.
Only woman who was genuinely nice to me.
Oh, come one. Don't give me that bullshit.
I heard about you, princess of Wind Gap.
- Bow down. - I said "genuinely."
So, how'd you become a reporter, anyway?
Coming from here?
Well, just because it's a small town,
doesn't mean we're all rubes.
Believe it or not, some of us read.
We even write.
Some of us do.
There you go, from the admiring
and the envious.
That's what they said?
I don't really feel comfortable
saying what they said.
Next up...
Four blowjob shots just for Camille.
Assholes.
Hey, where you going? Come on, Kurt.
Okay, Wind Gap.
Sorry, I got sidetracked.
Not really. Those, uh, gentlemen
told you a whole lot.
Yeah, I want more.
I'll talk off-record.
Fine. That's fine.
Yeah? Okay then, intrepid girl reporter.
- Intrepid. - Do your worst.
Bob Nash, John Keene. They're suspects. Why?
We always look at male relatives.
Nash said he was driving home from work.
Keene said he was just driving, period.
Neither can prove it. No tolls, no E-pass,
no CCTV down here,
which... I have to add... Is fucking ludicrous.
Vickery says the killer is a man.
Positively a man. Why positively?
The statistics for one thing,
and, uh, it takes a lot of strength to pull teeth.
- Says who? - Me.
I tried it.
You fucking with me?
No, I tried it.
With a giant pig's head.
You're a sick fuck.
Bless your heart.
Look. Look, now it's right.
Just don't put too many pillows.
This isn't right.
This isn't right!
We'll make it right, sweet.
So senseless.
Breaks your heart.
Jeannie Keene's house was very nice.
A little faux bucolic.
Marian, it all just makes me think of...
But that eulogy of hers was very odd.
For her to tell the world she's angry.
Hi.
Where were you?
Uh, well, first I was at, uh...
Never mind. I don't want to know.
This isn't right.
Shh. Shh.
This isn't right!
Hello?
What do you got, kiddo?
Well, at the church,
the mourners were acting like the funeral
was the hot ticket in town.
And at the house, there's a
"whatever" sweatshirt by the door.
John Keene, the brother,
popular because of his girlfriend.
Probably an oddball like his sister,
and extremely close with his sister,
which the town finds odd.
The owner of Precious Guns and Gold...
I love that.
Yeah, well, he says
that he's all sold out of guns.
He's okay on gold.
Yeah, and I have a boy who swears
he saw the woman in white take Natalie,
which is just a bit of Wind Gap folklore.
Well, what else about Natalie?
Basically a profile on her, you know?
Nothing people go crazier for
than a murdered little girl.
Well, I got a look at her room,
decorated by her mother.
You can tell 'cause it's all
flowery and pink in contrast to Natalie,
which was sneakers and dirty clothes
and a spider that she kept in a jar by the door.
Oh! Now that's gold.
We'll have to figure out how to use the spider.
"A lover of animals, even ones
that can repel and frighten."
Yeah. That's good stuff.
The folks give you permission to be in there?
Otherwise, we're screwed.
Not legally, probably,
but ethically.
We're fine.
Her mom gave me a tour.
Good work, kiddo.
That's all fantastic detail.
Use it.
"An adventurous spirit whose independent streak
and love of nature may have been her undoing."
Hmm. What do you think?
It's a bit much.
How many drinks in are you?
Hey, kiddo,
it's a week day. I'm on the wagon
week days, you know me.
So, how are you holding up?
Eileen wants to know.
Yeah. Um...
it's a bit... bit weird being home,
but, uh, it's good to be working on
something big again.
- Right. - Yeah.
Now, you'd tell me if...
I'm good, Curry.
Let me be good.
- Okay? - Okay.
You, uh... you file as quick as you can.
Okay. Well, don't read it
till you've had three more.
You'll think it's a masterpiece.
Bye.
Yeah, it's... funny, funny girl.
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- It's not right! - Shh!
- It has to be right! - Amma, remember...
Hey, what's going on?
- Hey, Mama, what's going on? - No!
- Stop it! - Is she all right?
She's scared. She's lashing out.
She just saw two of her friends murdered.
You were drunk at the Keene's house.
I wasn't...
but even if I was, this is Wind Gap.
- Everyone's drunk. - Camille...
Now Amma's throwing a fit,
and you're giving me a lecture about drinking?
- Camille... - You're amazing.
You will always find a way to... what?
- Camille... Camille... - What? What?!
I just want things to be nice with us,
but maybe I don't know how.
Natalie reminded me of you.
Always running around in the woods.
Coming home wild and filthy.
I thought maybe I could help her.
Since, clearly, I couldn't help you.
It's okay, Mama.
I think Camille could be good.
Can't you, Camille?
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