Hap and Leonard (2016) s02e05 Episode Script
Pie a la Mojo
1 Previously on Hap and Leonard Found out who this bones belong to yet? The bones aren't your problem no more.
Would you tell Leonard from me that if he so much as whistles one false note, I'm gonna drop him into a hole.
Well, how's 'em gonna come up with something else? - They don't have anything else.
- Well we'll find something.
Whoever did these, ain't finished yet.
Everyone of these falls on the third Saturday in October They were here, Leonard.
Scary goose bumpy music Young Hap: This is the perfect setup.
Young Leonard: Carnival comes once a year.
Hap: Kid disappears.
Leonard: Killer disappears.
Hap: Everybody forgets about it.
[Metal rides creaking.]
Police don't know where to look.
Where would you look? [Grunts.]
I don't know.
Chester: Hey, boys.
Look here.
[Glass clinking.]
I tried to tell them cracker cops we're dealing with a travelin' man.
Didn't wanna believe an old black man, though.
Listen to me.
You're close to figuring this whole mess out, but to get it sorted, you gotta be like a mule.
Nose forward, ears back.
Keep plowin'.
Understand? Now go on.
Finish this.
S02E05 Pie a la Mojo LittleDuck - Miriam: There you go.
- Thank you.
Anything else I can get y'all? Just the check, Miriam.
I got it.
Thank you.
So you have no idea where he is? I don't represent him anymore.
But you two are still bumpin' fuzzies, though, ain't ya? What are you, 12? And why the sudden interest in Hap Collins? He's an interestin' person.
- We like talkin' to interestin' people.
- Mm-hmm.
Now he's been cleared of kidnappin' charges.
So what's he done now? Trust me, Florida, we just wanna talk to him.
Tell us where he is.
He won't know it came from you.
I haven't talked to Hap Collins, and I don't plan to, Marvin.
And in the future, if you have any queries about any of my clients or former clients, bring a subpoena, not just your wallet.
[Chair scrapes floor.]
Thanks for the coffee.
[Footsteps retreat.]
- [Door opens.]
- Marvin, huh? - [Door closes.]
- [Grunts.]
First name basis.
- That is new.
- Mm-hmm.
[Sighs.]
I think we better get goin', Hap.
We gotta be at the carnival in 30 minutes.
- Uh-huh.
- I wanna go.
No, boy.
I said no.
Why? On account of me and Hap got something to do.
I won't be in your way.
Boy, you ain't goin' nowhere near that carnival.
Not today.
MeMaw, it's okay he stay here one more day? Well [Chuckles.]
He is a pot full of trouble.
I'm so bored.
You read that book I gave you? Readin' is boring.
- And she's always - Hey.
You better think about what you 'bout to say 'fore that mouth write a check your ass can't cash.
[Sighs.]
[Footsteps retreat.]
Hey, TJ.
You ready? - [Chair scrapes.]
- Ready.
Thank you, MeMaw, for breakfast and for the bed last night.
Look, MeMaw, I need you to look after this boy, all right? And whatever you do, do not let him go to the carnival unless I tell you it's safe.
Hear me? You don't have nothin' to worry about.
Mm.
Now that I know how he play [Chuckles.]
MeMaw gon' up her game.
[Laughs.]
Old rock music Mornin' officers.
Should he be drivin'? TJ fooled 'em.
You're smarter than you look, TJ.
I know.
Nobody expects the retard.
[Engine idling.]
- We can go now.
- Okay.
Man: That goes by the Hurricane.
[Men speaking indistinctly.]
All these guys look like killers, Hap.
Hap: Yeah, well, one of 'em is.
If we don't find him by tonight, he's gonna kill again.
First thing we do rule out anybody who's not white.
Why? Narrows it down.
According to Florida, most child predators are white, so That's your plan, huh? Just rule out anybody ain't white.
I guess we could go around askin' people if they killed any kids lately.
Uh-oh.
Heads up.
Man: All right.
[Sighs.]
You and you.
Tents.
- Yes, sir.
- Mm-hmm.
You.
Monkeys.
[Groans.]
I hate the monkeys.
[Murmuring.]
[Pounding in distance.]
You and you.
Shit squad.
[Whispers.]
Nice.
[Groans.]
[Man speaks indistinctly.]
[Exhales.]
[Man speaks indistinctly.]
[Tapping in distance.]
Tense ambiance I tell you, Hap.
You see anybody around here that don't look like a damn serial killer? 'Sides that horse? [Snorts.]
Hap Collins! Oh, shit! [Grunts, laughs.]
Hey, Leonard.
- How's it hangin'? - To the left.
You boys still goin' steady? You ain't get the weddin' invitation? [Men shouting in distance.]
Whatcha doin' here, Judy? Got too old for the pole.
It was bound to happen sooner or later.
- [Chuckles.]
- You? - Oh, well.
- Hey, you know what, Judy? We were tryin' to keep a low profile here, so, uh, you might wanna go somewhere to hose off and leave us be.
Still mad at me after all these years, aren't you? - You stole my turntable.
- You weren't using it.
- It needed a cartridge.
- Which I bought.
- After you stole it! - [Bell ringing.]
Man: Mess hall's open! You get a half-hour! That's lunch.
Come on, boys.
Brick makes a mean salmonella.
I'm not eatin' lunch with this crazy bitch.
We don't need her nonsense, Hap.
Oh, she could be a blessin' in disguise.
She stole your car.
Did you forget that? - I didn't.
- And she sold it to a chop shop.
- Yeah.
She needed the money.
- For a boob job.
Well, I was never gonna see that car naked now, was I? [Indistinct conversations.]
[Mouths word.]
[Lowered voice.]
Keep yo' head in the game, Hap.
[Whispers.]
Look at those tats.
I knew a guy in prison that had tats like that.
One for every year he'd served.
For every kid he killed.
Hap: Maybe he's our man.
Yeah.
Just keep pilin' on.
Keep it movin'.
Huh.
[Whispers.]
13 stripes.
- Just like I told you.
- Right.
We need your help, Judy.
Sweetie, if you're here, you're well beyond help.
But okay.
Shoot.
Well, we're looking for someone who might be a little freaky.
I'm not enough for you, Hap? Hey, hey, this is serious.
It's a carnival, Leonard.
Lots of freaks.
Not that kinda freak.
We're talkin' the dangerous kind.
You're not cops now, are ya? We look like cops? Undercover cops.
I hate cops.
Judy, somebody here is hurtin' kids.
They're usin' the carnival as cover.
We think they might be one of these carnies.
Jesus.
Who? How 'bout that Illustrated Man over there? - Brick? - Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah, sure.
I hear he did a stretch.
Don't know what for.
Anybody else we might look into? Prison is kind of our main recruitin' station, love.
You're gonna have to be a little more specific.
Yeah, okay.
Uh He he's methodical.
- Uh, hides in plain sight.
- Mm-hmm.
You know, maybe a Bible thumper.
- Or or or a devil worshiper.
- Right.
Someone that likes to hurt people.
And and possibly, he's he's got a history of smaller crimes involving children.
I can think of a few people.
You met the bossman.
He fits the bill, for sure.
Yeah.
I'd put Ted Mundy on the list, too.
[Whispers.]
Kiddie clown.
[Normal voice.]
Major peeper.
Always starin' at my tits.
Hap: Oh, yeah.
Uh, one more thing.
If he hasn't been with the carnival for at least 13 years, - probably not our guy.
- I'm-a go check out Brick.
You find out who else we gotta look at.
- All right.
- All right.
You're worried about this, aren't you? Judy, some real bad shit gonna go down here tonight unless we stop it.
You know, bossman signs off with everybody's P.
O.
before he hires 'em.
Real strict about it.
I might be able to get my hands on his files.
Might tell you somethin'.
Now that, that would be good.
Meet me at my trailer in 15.
It's the one with my name on it.
[Man shouting indistinctly in distance.]
[Romantic music playing on stereo.]
That's everythin' I could find.
No, this is great, Judy.
Thank you.
- Hap.
- Mm-hmm? Unsnap me, would ya? I gotta get ready for work.
You're a contortionist, Judy.
You really need unsnappin'? [Chuckles.]
Happy.
You've seen my tits before.
[Chuckles.]
Ah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
I'm showin' you my boobs, and you're not even lookin'.
Oh, you're lovely, Judy.
You're weird, but lovely.
[Giggles.]
What I'm doin' here, what I'm tryin' to do here is important.
It's probably the most important thing I ever done in my life.
Who are you kiddin'? Not myself.
Not anymore.
[Papers rustle.]
15 minutes, Hap.
That's all it'll take.
[Grunts, sighs.]
Judy Oh.
[Grunts.]
I may not be as limber as I used to be, but I can still do more with 6 inches than a monkey can with a hundred feet of grapevine.
[Grunts.]
No.
[Kissing.]
Mm, no.
Last chance.
Mm.
No.
Three no's.
I must be drunk.
[Stops music.]
[Bones cracking.]
[Sighs heavily.]
[Straps snap.]
Okay.
How can I help? Attagirl.
Now [Pounds.]
[Trailer door opens.]
Hey.
Um Hey, look here, I don't want no trouble.
I was just, uh Whoa.
Hey, hey.
Ho! - Trouble found you anyhow.
[Chuckles.]
- Oh, shit.
Hey.
Put down the anaconda now.
Dude, thought you wanted to play.
Oh, um you you you pegged me right, but I ain't here for that.
Well, you better have a good damn reason sneakin' around my bedroom then.
Uh uh Look here, man, I'm curious about you.
[Scoffs.]
I'm curious about you, too.
Yeah? Oh.
Talkin' about them tats you got there.
- Ah.
You're one of those.
- Mm-hmm.
- Likes to talk first.
- [Mutters.]
Yeah, it kind of ruins the mood for me, if you must know.
Come on, man.
Tell me about these tattoos.
What they mean? One slash [Tense music.]
for every year sober.
[Music warps, fades.]
Sober? That's it? Nope.
[Grunts.]
Got four more.
17 all together.
- [Inhales sharply.]
- Ooh.
Uh, congratulations now.
Mm-hmm.
- You don't gotta go.
- Yeah, I do.
- Stay.
[Whispers.]
Stay.
- I got somethin' I got somethin' real important I got to do.
All right.
- You sure about that? - Yes, sir.
- I mean, I'm probably sure I do.
- [Laughing.]
- Now you take care of yourself, hear? - Oh, you teasin' me.
- I like that, boy.
- Oh! All right, now! - Mmm! - Okay.
- [Door opens.]
- All right.
Okay.
All right.
One day at a time, now.
All right.
[Clock ticking.]
[Ivan sighs heavily.]
[Slaping close a book.]
[Plastic crinkles.]
You don't like your book? I'd rather be outside.
[Huffs.]
Why you think Leonard gave you that book in the first place? I don't know.
Punishment? [Chuckles.]
He knew you were tryin' to change your life.
And and that book, it's kinda like a Bible.
See, every mistake you ever thought about makin', Huckleberry Finn already made it fo' you so you don't have to do it.
That's a gift Leonard gave you right there.
All you gotta do is is is open it up and feast your eyes on the pages.
[Kettle whistling.]
Go on.
Read it.
You might like it.
[Laughs.]
[Whistling continues.]
[Plastic crinkles.]
[Door creaks.]
[Door rattles.]
[Car door closes.]
[The Wilburn Brothers' "Trouble's Back in Town" plays.]
Hey, Fernie.
Hap here? Uh, no.
He called in and took the day off.
Uh, you need some gas? Yes, actually.
- Fill her up? - Yes, thank you.
[Wheelchair motor whirring.]
I feel a sad old memory Coming back to torture me - Uh-oh - Uh-oh Trouble's back in town Uh-oh, uh-oh, trouble Funny, she still looks the same [Lock snaps.]
[Crowbar thuds.]
So little change [Door creaks.]
[Door closes.]
[Turns off engine.]
[Switch clicks.]
Children choir Don't touch anything.
Well, well.
What have we here? Put an APB out on Collins.
I'm sure there's an explanation.
I'm sure you'd like to think so.
- [Bell rings.]
- Man: Come on in, kids! Carnival's open! Y'all have fun now! [Children shouting playfully.]
And you'll see nothing but the back of my smile [Grunts.]
[Police radio chatter.]
Yep.
Hired 'em this morning.
They're inside.
You sure? I got an eye for ex-cons.
It's them.
One Bravo Nine to dispatch.
Woman on radio: One Bravo Nine.
Go ahead.
Got a 20 on Hap Collins and Leonard Pine.
Repeat, 20 on Collins and Pine, fairgrounds north of Cooperstown.
Show your ticket.
Thank you very much.
Right inside.
Right inside.
Thank you very much.
I want a line of guys on the west end of the carnival.
Push east towards the parking lot.
Make sure we got a couple squads down there.
Nobody comes in, nobody goes out.
Woman on radio: Copy that.
I'll be here Drinking sweet old red wine [Door creaks open.]
[Children laughing and shouting.]
- Hey.
- Hey.
I thought I was gonna have to send a bloodhound after you.
So what happened with Brick? Tried to play taffy with my pecker.
[Chuckles.]
Turns out he's 17 years sober.
That's what the tattoos stand fo'.
Don't mean to say he ain't our guy.
- So what you got? - Mm, we got nine possibilities, including the clown.
[Scoffs.]
I hate clowns.
How we supposed to follow nine people at the same time? - Well, we can't.
- Well, who most likely then? Take your pick.
[Sighs.]
- Hap - Don't.
Don't say it.
This too big for us.
Hey, I-I said don't say it, Len.
We've come this far.
- We have to call the cops.
- No.
You know I'm right.
You're right.
There's a phone down by that monkey maze.
[Children screaming and cheering.]
[Screaming and laughter continues.]
Uh-huh! Uh-huh! [Cheering and screaming.]
Whoa! Stressful layer of sound [Indistinct conversations.]
Woman: I got another one right here.
I got it! [Children screaming playfully.]
[Indistinct conversations continue.]
[Screaming.]
[Screaming continues.]
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Shit.
There's the Rev right there with all the kids.
You go get 'em outta here.
I'll make the call.
All right.
Fitzgerald: Here we go.
Who else can make a basket? - Boy: I can! - Who can make a basket tonight? Hey, Rev.
Look, I ain't got time to explain right now, but you gotta get these kids outta here.
What you talkin' 'bout? We just got here.
Somethin' bad about to go down tonight, Rev.
Get these kids back on the bus and get 'em outta here.
Well, I tell you what.
There's a stage by the country singer.
Take these kids, and I'll round up the other ones - and meet you there.
- Hey, kids, come on now.
We are goin'.
Come on with me.
You heard the Rev.
Come on.
Come on.
[Receiver clatters.]
You gotta be kiddin' me.
- Damn it.
- [Receiver thuds.]
Florida! [Lowered voice.]
This place is crawlin' with cops, in case you haven't noticed.
Well, that's good 'cause I've been tryin' to call 'em.
- They're here to arrest you, Hap.
- What? - [Police radio chatter.]
- Come on.
[Carnival music plays, monkeys screech.]
[Roller coaster wheels rattling.]
[Door closes.]
What the hell is goin' on? They found your room at Fernie's with Chester's stuff in it.
They think you killed that boy.
I mean, what were you doin' with all that stuff anyway? Do you have any idea how that looks? [Monkeys screech in distance.]
Leonard and I found a crypt.
A what? 13 boys are dead, Florida.
And not just BB.
13 boys buried in the crypt underneath the Old Hope Church.
Now 13 of the 22 that Chester was looking into.
- [Whispers.]
My God.
- Yeah.
We figured it out.
The killer takes a victim from the carnival on the third Saturday of every October, every year.
That night is tonight, and we gotta stop 'em.
- Come on.
- Hey, no.
Whoa.
Where you going now? - Uh, Hanson! - By the time I finish explaining it to him, another kid'll be dead.
So there is no time.
Give him some credit, Hap.
Hey! He ain't earned that.
- Hey, I - Sorry, Florida.
Hap! Hap! Try not to hyperventilate, Florida.
- Hap! - I will come back for ya.
Don't you lock me in here! Hap! [Exhales sharply.]
[Screaming.]
[Singing indistinctly.]
Hey, hey, this this all of 'em? You you seen Ivan? - Ivan? - Yeah, he was on the bus with us.
That damn kid must've run off.
Look, get the rest of these kids outta here.
I'm-a go look for him, all right? I'll find him.
All right, this way, everybody.
This way.
Get around.
All right.
This way.
This way.
Fitzgerald: Keep going.
Keep going.
[Children screaming.]
I've been lookin' for you everywhere, man.
- Ivan's here.
- Yeah, and so are the cops.
Oh, good.
We gotta find 'em.
Man, not good.
Not good.
They think I killed BB.
- What? - They're here to arrest me.
- That's crazy! - Yeah, I know.
Look, this boy is my responsibility.
I can't let nothin' happen to him, Hap.
Hey, hey.
We gotta be smart here.
I gotta find him.
Leonard! Leonard! [Police radio chatter.]
Fitzgerald: Hey, Leonard! Hey, Leonard! One of my kids saw Ivan gettin' in the car - with some guy in the parking lot.
- Oh, goddamn it! Hey, hey, oh, hold on, hold on.
We know where he's takin' him.
- The crypt! - Right.
- Get your kids and get 'em to safety! - All right.
Oh, shit.
We got no car.
Hey.
Hey, where you where you goin'?! - Hanson: Hey! - Leonard! Hap Collins! Hands up.
Stay where you are.
[Horse whinnies.]
Hap! Hap! Leonard! - [Grunts.]
- Come on, boy! Go! Go! [Grunting.]
Yah! Yah! [Horse whinnies.]
[Distant cheers and laughter.]
[Owl hooting.]
[Lowered voice.]
There he is.
Be quiet.
- [Blusters.]
- [Lowered voice.]
Easy, boy.
Easy.
- Stay there.
- [Snorts.]
You see Ivan? Nope.
Is he armed? I can't tell from here, Hap.
He don't know we're not.
TJ? Hey, Hap! Hey, Leonard! [Car door creaks closed.]
Whatcha doin' here, TJ? I'm makin' angels, Hap.
Where's Ivan? He's in the car.
I made him go to sleep.
[Under breath.]
Oh, boy.
He's gon' be in heaven real soon.
[Whispers.]
Oh, shit.
Hap: [Lowered voice.]
We gotta get Ivan outta there.
Yeah, I know.
Think we could take him? Yeah, maybe.
With a big hammer.
Or a cannon.
- We ain't got neither, Hap.
- Nope.
[Insects chirping.]
You distract him.
I'm-a check on Ivan.
Oh.
Thanks.
Hey.
TJ! [Owl hooting.]
I think you're gonna wanna come with us.
Hey, you seem a little confused right now.
Uh-huh.
[Insects chirping.]
[Shotgun cocks.]
Hap: Reverend? You? Why? A heathen wouldn't understand.
Try me.
Them boys was lost to the Lord.
On the road to damnation.
So we sent 'em home before the devil can claim their soul.
That is some crazy shit.
God's work ain't easy.
TJ! Take the boy down.
I got these two.
But but that's Hap and Leonard.
- They're my friends.
- No, they're not, brother.
They're in league with the devil.
Demons come to intervene in our holy work.
Don't you listen to any of his shit, TJ.
We are your friends.
Remember how I told you the devil was a trickster? - Mm-hmm.
- Huh? - Mm-hmm.
- Well, they fooled you.
Do what I say now.
But they ain't got no horns.
I told you.
They're tricksters! Go and do what I say.
I'm-a take that shotgun and shove it up your ass.
I sincerely doubt that.
Down on your knees.
Down.
[Insects chirping.]
- [Grunts.]
- [Gunshot.]
- [Shotgun cocks.]
- Reverend! You stay very still.
Don't hurt him, Hap! We ain't gonna hurt nobody, TJ.
They're gonna hurt MeMaw, too! We gotta stop 'em! Aah! [Grunting.]
[Grunting continues.]
- [Crunch.]
- Aah! [Grunting.]
[Grunting.]
That's enough, TJ! [Sirens wailing.]
Man: Hold your fire.
Hold your fire.
Hanson: Put it down, Reverend.
[Police radio chatter.]
Put it down.
[Coughs.]
We can take it from here.
[Gunshot.]
Florida: Aah! [Gasping.]
Oh, no! Oh, no! Where'd his face go? [Crying.]
TJ, easy now.
Put the gun down.
No, TJ! TJ, p-put the gun down now! Hanson: Put the gun down now! Put it down, boy! TJ, y-you gotta put the weapon down now! Come on, TJ.
Put it down.
Okay.
- [Gunshot.]
- Hap: No! - [Florida screams.]
- Leonard: Oh! [Insects chirping.]
[Police radio chatter.]
[Officers speak indistinctly.]
Hanson: Hands up! Get 'em up! [Radio chatter continues.]
[Police radio chatter.]
Ivan.
Ivan! Come on, boy.
Come here.
Come here, boy.
Come on.
Ivan.
Ivan, wake up, buddy.
Wake up.
[Drowsily.]
I wanna go home.
We goin' home, okay? [Radio chatter continues.]
We goin' home.
Sad piano playing Oh, dear Lord.
[Coffin lid clatters.]
- Uhh! - That's for lockin' me in.
[Insects chirping.]
[Groans.]
Ow.
You had it comin'.
[Radio chatter continues.]
[Hap clears throat.]
Yeah.
Probably did.
[Sighs.]
[Brakes squeal.]
[Gears shift, engine turns off.]
I hurt.
Hurt real bad.
You got a steak I can put on this? [Scoffs.]
Think I'd waste a steak on that face? [Engine turns off.]
[Car door opens.]
[Car door closes.]
Detective.
Let me tell her.
[Train whistle blowing in distance.]
It should come from somebody she know.
All right.
All right.
[MeMaw sighs heavily.]
When your black boy don't come home [Inhales deeply.]
you know they dead.
It's my fault.
It ain't your fault.
Don't believe that now.
The reverend did this, MeMaw, not you.
His mama was a no good apple.
His daddy was a bad man.
He had the seeds of evil in him.
I could see that [ Inhales shakily .]
from the very first time he moved in with me.
I thought if I just loved him hard enough When them chil'ren burned up in that church, all that long time ago, the devil, he come home with me that day.
He wasn't done with Jezebel.
The devil got nothin' to do with this, MeMaw.
Oh, he made damn sure he get to me.
Ain't you tell me people gonna be who they is? That's what you told me about Uncle Chester.
People gon' be who they are, and you can't change 'em.
Not even love can change 'em.
Love do change people, Leonard.
Just as love changed you, and Florida's love changed you.
But that boy [Crying softly.]
MeMaw's love just fall off of that boy.
[Crying softly.]
MeMaw? MeMaw? MeMaw.
MeMaw! [Inhales sharply.]
MeMaw.
Good evening, I'm Eloise Martin.
Our lead story today the incumbent Beau Otis just won his reelection bid for Judge of LaBorde County over his challenger Daniel Stevens in a landslide.
Mr.
Otis is the son of longtime LittleDuck What if I told you that I don't think Fitzgerald killed BB?
Would you tell Leonard from me that if he so much as whistles one false note, I'm gonna drop him into a hole.
Well, how's 'em gonna come up with something else? - They don't have anything else.
- Well we'll find something.
Whoever did these, ain't finished yet.
Everyone of these falls on the third Saturday in October They were here, Leonard.
Scary goose bumpy music Young Hap: This is the perfect setup.
Young Leonard: Carnival comes once a year.
Hap: Kid disappears.
Leonard: Killer disappears.
Hap: Everybody forgets about it.
[Metal rides creaking.]
Police don't know where to look.
Where would you look? [Grunts.]
I don't know.
Chester: Hey, boys.
Look here.
[Glass clinking.]
I tried to tell them cracker cops we're dealing with a travelin' man.
Didn't wanna believe an old black man, though.
Listen to me.
You're close to figuring this whole mess out, but to get it sorted, you gotta be like a mule.
Nose forward, ears back.
Keep plowin'.
Understand? Now go on.
Finish this.
S02E05 Pie a la Mojo LittleDuck - Miriam: There you go.
- Thank you.
Anything else I can get y'all? Just the check, Miriam.
I got it.
Thank you.
So you have no idea where he is? I don't represent him anymore.
But you two are still bumpin' fuzzies, though, ain't ya? What are you, 12? And why the sudden interest in Hap Collins? He's an interestin' person.
- We like talkin' to interestin' people.
- Mm-hmm.
Now he's been cleared of kidnappin' charges.
So what's he done now? Trust me, Florida, we just wanna talk to him.
Tell us where he is.
He won't know it came from you.
I haven't talked to Hap Collins, and I don't plan to, Marvin.
And in the future, if you have any queries about any of my clients or former clients, bring a subpoena, not just your wallet.
[Chair scrapes floor.]
Thanks for the coffee.
[Footsteps retreat.]
- [Door opens.]
- Marvin, huh? - [Door closes.]
- [Grunts.]
First name basis.
- That is new.
- Mm-hmm.
[Sighs.]
I think we better get goin', Hap.
We gotta be at the carnival in 30 minutes.
- Uh-huh.
- I wanna go.
No, boy.
I said no.
Why? On account of me and Hap got something to do.
I won't be in your way.
Boy, you ain't goin' nowhere near that carnival.
Not today.
MeMaw, it's okay he stay here one more day? Well [Chuckles.]
He is a pot full of trouble.
I'm so bored.
You read that book I gave you? Readin' is boring.
- And she's always - Hey.
You better think about what you 'bout to say 'fore that mouth write a check your ass can't cash.
[Sighs.]
[Footsteps retreat.]
Hey, TJ.
You ready? - [Chair scrapes.]
- Ready.
Thank you, MeMaw, for breakfast and for the bed last night.
Look, MeMaw, I need you to look after this boy, all right? And whatever you do, do not let him go to the carnival unless I tell you it's safe.
Hear me? You don't have nothin' to worry about.
Mm.
Now that I know how he play [Chuckles.]
MeMaw gon' up her game.
[Laughs.]
Old rock music Mornin' officers.
Should he be drivin'? TJ fooled 'em.
You're smarter than you look, TJ.
I know.
Nobody expects the retard.
[Engine idling.]
- We can go now.
- Okay.
Man: That goes by the Hurricane.
[Men speaking indistinctly.]
All these guys look like killers, Hap.
Hap: Yeah, well, one of 'em is.
If we don't find him by tonight, he's gonna kill again.
First thing we do rule out anybody who's not white.
Why? Narrows it down.
According to Florida, most child predators are white, so That's your plan, huh? Just rule out anybody ain't white.
I guess we could go around askin' people if they killed any kids lately.
Uh-oh.
Heads up.
Man: All right.
[Sighs.]
You and you.
Tents.
- Yes, sir.
- Mm-hmm.
You.
Monkeys.
[Groans.]
I hate the monkeys.
[Murmuring.]
[Pounding in distance.]
You and you.
Shit squad.
[Whispers.]
Nice.
[Groans.]
[Man speaks indistinctly.]
[Exhales.]
[Man speaks indistinctly.]
[Tapping in distance.]
Tense ambiance I tell you, Hap.
You see anybody around here that don't look like a damn serial killer? 'Sides that horse? [Snorts.]
Hap Collins! Oh, shit! [Grunts, laughs.]
Hey, Leonard.
- How's it hangin'? - To the left.
You boys still goin' steady? You ain't get the weddin' invitation? [Men shouting in distance.]
Whatcha doin' here, Judy? Got too old for the pole.
It was bound to happen sooner or later.
- [Chuckles.]
- You? - Oh, well.
- Hey, you know what, Judy? We were tryin' to keep a low profile here, so, uh, you might wanna go somewhere to hose off and leave us be.
Still mad at me after all these years, aren't you? - You stole my turntable.
- You weren't using it.
- It needed a cartridge.
- Which I bought.
- After you stole it! - [Bell ringing.]
Man: Mess hall's open! You get a half-hour! That's lunch.
Come on, boys.
Brick makes a mean salmonella.
I'm not eatin' lunch with this crazy bitch.
We don't need her nonsense, Hap.
Oh, she could be a blessin' in disguise.
She stole your car.
Did you forget that? - I didn't.
- And she sold it to a chop shop.
- Yeah.
She needed the money.
- For a boob job.
Well, I was never gonna see that car naked now, was I? [Indistinct conversations.]
[Mouths word.]
[Lowered voice.]
Keep yo' head in the game, Hap.
[Whispers.]
Look at those tats.
I knew a guy in prison that had tats like that.
One for every year he'd served.
For every kid he killed.
Hap: Maybe he's our man.
Yeah.
Just keep pilin' on.
Keep it movin'.
Huh.
[Whispers.]
13 stripes.
- Just like I told you.
- Right.
We need your help, Judy.
Sweetie, if you're here, you're well beyond help.
But okay.
Shoot.
Well, we're looking for someone who might be a little freaky.
I'm not enough for you, Hap? Hey, hey, this is serious.
It's a carnival, Leonard.
Lots of freaks.
Not that kinda freak.
We're talkin' the dangerous kind.
You're not cops now, are ya? We look like cops? Undercover cops.
I hate cops.
Judy, somebody here is hurtin' kids.
They're usin' the carnival as cover.
We think they might be one of these carnies.
Jesus.
Who? How 'bout that Illustrated Man over there? - Brick? - Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah, sure.
I hear he did a stretch.
Don't know what for.
Anybody else we might look into? Prison is kind of our main recruitin' station, love.
You're gonna have to be a little more specific.
Yeah, okay.
Uh He he's methodical.
- Uh, hides in plain sight.
- Mm-hmm.
You know, maybe a Bible thumper.
- Or or or a devil worshiper.
- Right.
Someone that likes to hurt people.
And and possibly, he's he's got a history of smaller crimes involving children.
I can think of a few people.
You met the bossman.
He fits the bill, for sure.
Yeah.
I'd put Ted Mundy on the list, too.
[Whispers.]
Kiddie clown.
[Normal voice.]
Major peeper.
Always starin' at my tits.
Hap: Oh, yeah.
Uh, one more thing.
If he hasn't been with the carnival for at least 13 years, - probably not our guy.
- I'm-a go check out Brick.
You find out who else we gotta look at.
- All right.
- All right.
You're worried about this, aren't you? Judy, some real bad shit gonna go down here tonight unless we stop it.
You know, bossman signs off with everybody's P.
O.
before he hires 'em.
Real strict about it.
I might be able to get my hands on his files.
Might tell you somethin'.
Now that, that would be good.
Meet me at my trailer in 15.
It's the one with my name on it.
[Man shouting indistinctly in distance.]
[Romantic music playing on stereo.]
That's everythin' I could find.
No, this is great, Judy.
Thank you.
- Hap.
- Mm-hmm? Unsnap me, would ya? I gotta get ready for work.
You're a contortionist, Judy.
You really need unsnappin'? [Chuckles.]
Happy.
You've seen my tits before.
[Chuckles.]
Ah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
I'm showin' you my boobs, and you're not even lookin'.
Oh, you're lovely, Judy.
You're weird, but lovely.
[Giggles.]
What I'm doin' here, what I'm tryin' to do here is important.
It's probably the most important thing I ever done in my life.
Who are you kiddin'? Not myself.
Not anymore.
[Papers rustle.]
15 minutes, Hap.
That's all it'll take.
[Grunts, sighs.]
Judy Oh.
[Grunts.]
I may not be as limber as I used to be, but I can still do more with 6 inches than a monkey can with a hundred feet of grapevine.
[Grunts.]
No.
[Kissing.]
Mm, no.
Last chance.
Mm.
No.
Three no's.
I must be drunk.
[Stops music.]
[Bones cracking.]
[Sighs heavily.]
[Straps snap.]
Okay.
How can I help? Attagirl.
Now [Pounds.]
[Trailer door opens.]
Hey.
Um Hey, look here, I don't want no trouble.
I was just, uh Whoa.
Hey, hey.
Ho! - Trouble found you anyhow.
[Chuckles.]
- Oh, shit.
Hey.
Put down the anaconda now.
Dude, thought you wanted to play.
Oh, um you you you pegged me right, but I ain't here for that.
Well, you better have a good damn reason sneakin' around my bedroom then.
Uh uh Look here, man, I'm curious about you.
[Scoffs.]
I'm curious about you, too.
Yeah? Oh.
Talkin' about them tats you got there.
- Ah.
You're one of those.
- Mm-hmm.
- Likes to talk first.
- [Mutters.]
Yeah, it kind of ruins the mood for me, if you must know.
Come on, man.
Tell me about these tattoos.
What they mean? One slash [Tense music.]
for every year sober.
[Music warps, fades.]
Sober? That's it? Nope.
[Grunts.]
Got four more.
17 all together.
- [Inhales sharply.]
- Ooh.
Uh, congratulations now.
Mm-hmm.
- You don't gotta go.
- Yeah, I do.
- Stay.
[Whispers.]
Stay.
- I got somethin' I got somethin' real important I got to do.
All right.
- You sure about that? - Yes, sir.
- I mean, I'm probably sure I do.
- [Laughing.]
- Now you take care of yourself, hear? - Oh, you teasin' me.
- I like that, boy.
- Oh! All right, now! - Mmm! - Okay.
- [Door opens.]
- All right.
Okay.
All right.
One day at a time, now.
All right.
[Clock ticking.]
[Ivan sighs heavily.]
[Slaping close a book.]
[Plastic crinkles.]
You don't like your book? I'd rather be outside.
[Huffs.]
Why you think Leonard gave you that book in the first place? I don't know.
Punishment? [Chuckles.]
He knew you were tryin' to change your life.
And and that book, it's kinda like a Bible.
See, every mistake you ever thought about makin', Huckleberry Finn already made it fo' you so you don't have to do it.
That's a gift Leonard gave you right there.
All you gotta do is is is open it up and feast your eyes on the pages.
[Kettle whistling.]
Go on.
Read it.
You might like it.
[Laughs.]
[Whistling continues.]
[Plastic crinkles.]
[Door creaks.]
[Door rattles.]
[Car door closes.]
[The Wilburn Brothers' "Trouble's Back in Town" plays.]
Hey, Fernie.
Hap here? Uh, no.
He called in and took the day off.
Uh, you need some gas? Yes, actually.
- Fill her up? - Yes, thank you.
[Wheelchair motor whirring.]
I feel a sad old memory Coming back to torture me - Uh-oh - Uh-oh Trouble's back in town Uh-oh, uh-oh, trouble Funny, she still looks the same [Lock snaps.]
[Crowbar thuds.]
So little change [Door creaks.]
[Door closes.]
[Turns off engine.]
[Switch clicks.]
Children choir Don't touch anything.
Well, well.
What have we here? Put an APB out on Collins.
I'm sure there's an explanation.
I'm sure you'd like to think so.
- [Bell rings.]
- Man: Come on in, kids! Carnival's open! Y'all have fun now! [Children shouting playfully.]
And you'll see nothing but the back of my smile [Grunts.]
[Police radio chatter.]
Yep.
Hired 'em this morning.
They're inside.
You sure? I got an eye for ex-cons.
It's them.
One Bravo Nine to dispatch.
Woman on radio: One Bravo Nine.
Go ahead.
Got a 20 on Hap Collins and Leonard Pine.
Repeat, 20 on Collins and Pine, fairgrounds north of Cooperstown.
Show your ticket.
Thank you very much.
Right inside.
Right inside.
Thank you very much.
I want a line of guys on the west end of the carnival.
Push east towards the parking lot.
Make sure we got a couple squads down there.
Nobody comes in, nobody goes out.
Woman on radio: Copy that.
I'll be here Drinking sweet old red wine [Door creaks open.]
[Children laughing and shouting.]
- Hey.
- Hey.
I thought I was gonna have to send a bloodhound after you.
So what happened with Brick? Tried to play taffy with my pecker.
[Chuckles.]
Turns out he's 17 years sober.
That's what the tattoos stand fo'.
Don't mean to say he ain't our guy.
- So what you got? - Mm, we got nine possibilities, including the clown.
[Scoffs.]
I hate clowns.
How we supposed to follow nine people at the same time? - Well, we can't.
- Well, who most likely then? Take your pick.
[Sighs.]
- Hap - Don't.
Don't say it.
This too big for us.
Hey, I-I said don't say it, Len.
We've come this far.
- We have to call the cops.
- No.
You know I'm right.
You're right.
There's a phone down by that monkey maze.
[Children screaming and cheering.]
[Screaming and laughter continues.]
Uh-huh! Uh-huh! [Cheering and screaming.]
Whoa! Stressful layer of sound [Indistinct conversations.]
Woman: I got another one right here.
I got it! [Children screaming playfully.]
[Indistinct conversations continue.]
[Screaming.]
[Screaming continues.]
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Shit.
There's the Rev right there with all the kids.
You go get 'em outta here.
I'll make the call.
All right.
Fitzgerald: Here we go.
Who else can make a basket? - Boy: I can! - Who can make a basket tonight? Hey, Rev.
Look, I ain't got time to explain right now, but you gotta get these kids outta here.
What you talkin' 'bout? We just got here.
Somethin' bad about to go down tonight, Rev.
Get these kids back on the bus and get 'em outta here.
Well, I tell you what.
There's a stage by the country singer.
Take these kids, and I'll round up the other ones - and meet you there.
- Hey, kids, come on now.
We are goin'.
Come on with me.
You heard the Rev.
Come on.
Come on.
[Receiver clatters.]
You gotta be kiddin' me.
- Damn it.
- [Receiver thuds.]
Florida! [Lowered voice.]
This place is crawlin' with cops, in case you haven't noticed.
Well, that's good 'cause I've been tryin' to call 'em.
- They're here to arrest you, Hap.
- What? - [Police radio chatter.]
- Come on.
[Carnival music plays, monkeys screech.]
[Roller coaster wheels rattling.]
[Door closes.]
What the hell is goin' on? They found your room at Fernie's with Chester's stuff in it.
They think you killed that boy.
I mean, what were you doin' with all that stuff anyway? Do you have any idea how that looks? [Monkeys screech in distance.]
Leonard and I found a crypt.
A what? 13 boys are dead, Florida.
And not just BB.
13 boys buried in the crypt underneath the Old Hope Church.
Now 13 of the 22 that Chester was looking into.
- [Whispers.]
My God.
- Yeah.
We figured it out.
The killer takes a victim from the carnival on the third Saturday of every October, every year.
That night is tonight, and we gotta stop 'em.
- Come on.
- Hey, no.
Whoa.
Where you going now? - Uh, Hanson! - By the time I finish explaining it to him, another kid'll be dead.
So there is no time.
Give him some credit, Hap.
Hey! He ain't earned that.
- Hey, I - Sorry, Florida.
Hap! Hap! Try not to hyperventilate, Florida.
- Hap! - I will come back for ya.
Don't you lock me in here! Hap! [Exhales sharply.]
[Screaming.]
[Singing indistinctly.]
Hey, hey, this this all of 'em? You you seen Ivan? - Ivan? - Yeah, he was on the bus with us.
That damn kid must've run off.
Look, get the rest of these kids outta here.
I'm-a go look for him, all right? I'll find him.
All right, this way, everybody.
This way.
Get around.
All right.
This way.
This way.
Fitzgerald: Keep going.
Keep going.
[Children screaming.]
I've been lookin' for you everywhere, man.
- Ivan's here.
- Yeah, and so are the cops.
Oh, good.
We gotta find 'em.
Man, not good.
Not good.
They think I killed BB.
- What? - They're here to arrest me.
- That's crazy! - Yeah, I know.
Look, this boy is my responsibility.
I can't let nothin' happen to him, Hap.
Hey, hey.
We gotta be smart here.
I gotta find him.
Leonard! Leonard! [Police radio chatter.]
Fitzgerald: Hey, Leonard! Hey, Leonard! One of my kids saw Ivan gettin' in the car - with some guy in the parking lot.
- Oh, goddamn it! Hey, hey, oh, hold on, hold on.
We know where he's takin' him.
- The crypt! - Right.
- Get your kids and get 'em to safety! - All right.
Oh, shit.
We got no car.
Hey.
Hey, where you where you goin'?! - Hanson: Hey! - Leonard! Hap Collins! Hands up.
Stay where you are.
[Horse whinnies.]
Hap! Hap! Leonard! - [Grunts.]
- Come on, boy! Go! Go! [Grunting.]
Yah! Yah! [Horse whinnies.]
[Distant cheers and laughter.]
[Owl hooting.]
[Lowered voice.]
There he is.
Be quiet.
- [Blusters.]
- [Lowered voice.]
Easy, boy.
Easy.
- Stay there.
- [Snorts.]
You see Ivan? Nope.
Is he armed? I can't tell from here, Hap.
He don't know we're not.
TJ? Hey, Hap! Hey, Leonard! [Car door creaks closed.]
Whatcha doin' here, TJ? I'm makin' angels, Hap.
Where's Ivan? He's in the car.
I made him go to sleep.
[Under breath.]
Oh, boy.
He's gon' be in heaven real soon.
[Whispers.]
Oh, shit.
Hap: [Lowered voice.]
We gotta get Ivan outta there.
Yeah, I know.
Think we could take him? Yeah, maybe.
With a big hammer.
Or a cannon.
- We ain't got neither, Hap.
- Nope.
[Insects chirping.]
You distract him.
I'm-a check on Ivan.
Oh.
Thanks.
Hey.
TJ! [Owl hooting.]
I think you're gonna wanna come with us.
Hey, you seem a little confused right now.
Uh-huh.
[Insects chirping.]
[Shotgun cocks.]
Hap: Reverend? You? Why? A heathen wouldn't understand.
Try me.
Them boys was lost to the Lord.
On the road to damnation.
So we sent 'em home before the devil can claim their soul.
That is some crazy shit.
God's work ain't easy.
TJ! Take the boy down.
I got these two.
But but that's Hap and Leonard.
- They're my friends.
- No, they're not, brother.
They're in league with the devil.
Demons come to intervene in our holy work.
Don't you listen to any of his shit, TJ.
We are your friends.
Remember how I told you the devil was a trickster? - Mm-hmm.
- Huh? - Mm-hmm.
- Well, they fooled you.
Do what I say now.
But they ain't got no horns.
I told you.
They're tricksters! Go and do what I say.
I'm-a take that shotgun and shove it up your ass.
I sincerely doubt that.
Down on your knees.
Down.
[Insects chirping.]
- [Grunts.]
- [Gunshot.]
- [Shotgun cocks.]
- Reverend! You stay very still.
Don't hurt him, Hap! We ain't gonna hurt nobody, TJ.
They're gonna hurt MeMaw, too! We gotta stop 'em! Aah! [Grunting.]
[Grunting continues.]
- [Crunch.]
- Aah! [Grunting.]
[Grunting.]
That's enough, TJ! [Sirens wailing.]
Man: Hold your fire.
Hold your fire.
Hanson: Put it down, Reverend.
[Police radio chatter.]
Put it down.
[Coughs.]
We can take it from here.
[Gunshot.]
Florida: Aah! [Gasping.]
Oh, no! Oh, no! Where'd his face go? [Crying.]
TJ, easy now.
Put the gun down.
No, TJ! TJ, p-put the gun down now! Hanson: Put the gun down now! Put it down, boy! TJ, y-you gotta put the weapon down now! Come on, TJ.
Put it down.
Okay.
- [Gunshot.]
- Hap: No! - [Florida screams.]
- Leonard: Oh! [Insects chirping.]
[Police radio chatter.]
[Officers speak indistinctly.]
Hanson: Hands up! Get 'em up! [Radio chatter continues.]
[Police radio chatter.]
Ivan.
Ivan! Come on, boy.
Come here.
Come here, boy.
Come on.
Ivan.
Ivan, wake up, buddy.
Wake up.
[Drowsily.]
I wanna go home.
We goin' home, okay? [Radio chatter continues.]
We goin' home.
Sad piano playing Oh, dear Lord.
[Coffin lid clatters.]
- Uhh! - That's for lockin' me in.
[Insects chirping.]
[Groans.]
Ow.
You had it comin'.
[Radio chatter continues.]
[Hap clears throat.]
Yeah.
Probably did.
[Sighs.]
[Brakes squeal.]
[Gears shift, engine turns off.]
I hurt.
Hurt real bad.
You got a steak I can put on this? [Scoffs.]
Think I'd waste a steak on that face? [Engine turns off.]
[Car door opens.]
[Car door closes.]
Detective.
Let me tell her.
[Train whistle blowing in distance.]
It should come from somebody she know.
All right.
All right.
[MeMaw sighs heavily.]
When your black boy don't come home [Inhales deeply.]
you know they dead.
It's my fault.
It ain't your fault.
Don't believe that now.
The reverend did this, MeMaw, not you.
His mama was a no good apple.
His daddy was a bad man.
He had the seeds of evil in him.
I could see that [ Inhales shakily .]
from the very first time he moved in with me.
I thought if I just loved him hard enough When them chil'ren burned up in that church, all that long time ago, the devil, he come home with me that day.
He wasn't done with Jezebel.
The devil got nothin' to do with this, MeMaw.
Oh, he made damn sure he get to me.
Ain't you tell me people gonna be who they is? That's what you told me about Uncle Chester.
People gon' be who they are, and you can't change 'em.
Not even love can change 'em.
Love do change people, Leonard.
Just as love changed you, and Florida's love changed you.
But that boy [Crying softly.]
MeMaw's love just fall off of that boy.
[Crying softly.]
MeMaw? MeMaw? MeMaw.
MeMaw! [Inhales sharply.]
MeMaw.
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