The Good Daughter (2026) s01e01 Episode Script
What Happened to Charlie
1
[birds chirping]
[light, dramatic theme playing]
[panting]
[ticking]
[softly] Come on.
[exhales deeply]
Up!
Ugh!
-Dumbass.
-[clicks]
[softly] What the fuck?
All right, that's enough
practice for today.
It's time for supper.
You're supposed to be
helping me train, Charlotte.
The whole point
of a blind pass is for--
I know the point
of a blind pass, Samantha.
-The definition is in--
-Then do it.
Last word.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[sighs]
[sighs]
[door opens]
[door closes]
[shoes thud softly]
Hey, can't just say "last word"
and get the last word,
-you walnut.
-Last word.
Gamma: Charlie,
clear your things away.
Sam, could you rinse some
dishes for supper, please?
I could have sworn I picked up a
frying pan at the thrift store.
I can't keep
living out of boxes.
Mama, do we have to go back
to school tomorrow?
My calculations tell me
it's gonna rain.
Well,
your calculation is incorrect.
I'm going to leave you
to work out why.
Go wash your hands for supper.
-[dishes clatter softly]
-[water running]
Mom. Which door is?
Never mind.
"Not knowing
when the dawn will come,
-I open every door."
-Emily Dickinson.
[phone ringing]
Don't let your
sister answer that.
-Hello.
-Sammy-Sam-Sam.
There's my special girl.
Let me talk to Gamma,
if you pretty please.
She'staking a bath.
I feel our Gamma
has been over-attentive
to hygiene lately.
You mean
since the house burned down?
Rusty: Appreciate you
holding that back
as long as you did,
sweetheart.
Tell Gamma when she gets out
of the tub
that I'm going to have
the sheriff send over a car.
Sheriff? Why? What's wrong?
Rusty:
Nothing's wrong, sugar.
It's just they never caught
that bad old fella
who burned down the house.
And today I got another
fella's case dismissed.
And some folks
don't like that either.
You mean the man who raped
that girl who killed herself?
Rusty: I mean the man
who was not proven guilty
beyond a reasonable doubt
due to your daddy's
spectacular oratory skills.
Lenore, why is my life
filled with contrary females?
This is the part
where you should congratulate
your daddy.
Sam:
Congratulations, dear father,
on freeing a man
who did a bad thing
-so he can do bad things again.
-[line clicks]
I appreciate the effort,
but giving your dad shit
is my job.
Last word.
He asked the sheriff
to send someone.
Okay, okay.
Worrying about that
is also my job.
You're so pretty.
Prettier than I ever was.
I wish your grandmother
had lived to know you.
She was smart, like you.
Relentlessly happy like Charlie.
Her hair had white in it
like mine.
Promise me. You promise me.
Now go wash your hands.
I think the frying pan
is with the pillows
and the sheets in the bedroom.
[light, dramatic theme playing]
[humming softly]
[car pulls up]
-[car door closes]
-[Charlie gasps]
[ominous theme playing]
Charlie: Mama! Come quick!
Gamma: Charlotte Quinn,
how many times have I told you
not to use adjectives
in place of adverbs.
Samantha, I need you to quickly
make your way into the kitchen.
It's okay.
[Sam gasps]
Gamma: It's okay.
Man 1: No it ain't.
Who else is in the house?
Gamma: No one.
Just the three of us.
Don't lie to me, bitch.
Okay, you tell me
what you want
I give it to you,
and then you leave.
Man 1: Oh, yeah?
And what if I want that?
Gamma: Please.
I'll do whatever you want.
-Anything.
-Man 1: Anything?
Man 2: Come on, brother,
stop fucking around.
-Where's Rusty?
-Gamma: He's at work.
I can take you there right now.
-Mom, don't.
-You got something to say?
Gamma: No, she didn't say
anything. She's just scared.
Why don't we go out back,
figure out what you boys want?
No. What'd you say? I swear
I heard you say something.
Gamma:
No. She didn't. She just--
Hey! What about you, baby doll?
Huh? You got a name?
You got your own room
in this rickety old place?
-You want to show me?
-Get the fuck out of my house.
-Shut up!
-Gamma: She's a child.
-She looks old enough to me.
-I won't let you touch her!
Why don't you shut up!
[exhales deeply]
[cell phone ringing]
God.
[groans]
[sighs heavily]
[phone stops ringing]
[phone ringing]
[sighs]
Hello?
Yeah, I think we, uh..
I think we switched phones
last night when we, um
You're at the high school?
Oh, my God, how old are you?
I thought you were a bartender.
No, no, I'll-I'll-I'll, um
I'll come to you.
Uh-- Uh--
What room are you in?
Okay.
Don't judge me, Harold.
[upbeat theme playing]
[sighs]
Stay off Grindr, Mary Hoppins.
[car door closes]
[country music playing
over speakers]
What time do you get off?
[breathes deeply]
[kids chattering]
[gear shift clicks]
[engine shuts off]
[Charlie sighs]
[dramatic theme plays]
Young Darlene:
Hey, Quinn.
You fucking liar!
You got my cousin killed.
We're gonna kick your ass.
Judith: Charlotte Quinn.
Can you help me with something,
please?
Don't you have
something better to do, girls?
Like go to class?
Oh, good Lord God.
[sighs]
[clears throat]
-Huck.
-Hey.
Hey.
Sorry. Well,
not about last night
but about the phones.
[sighing] Uh
Last night was fine.
I mean, it was good,
but I'm married.
I'm separated technically,
but still very, very married.
Well, it's none of my business,
but, uh
he'd be fucking crazy
to let you go.
I'm a lot of work.
I don't usually do what we did.
I mean, I haven't been to
Shady Ray's since high school.
Well, you seem
pretty popular to me.
Started blowing up
around o'dark-thirty.
-You didn't answer?
-No
I thought it'd be more fun
trying to crack the mystery
of the girl from Shady Ray's.
-Hm
-Uh-huh.
Someone named B2
is looking for you.
Called twice.
Riboflavin. My spin instructor.
And five hang-ups
from the county jail?
They cannot finish
their sentences.
[Huck chuckles]
You got me, Veronica Mars.
I'm a drug trafficker.
High-end vitamins,
mostly B2, occasionally D.
-[chuckling] Right.
-Um
I'm a defense lawyer.
Usually people are more
receptive to drug trafficker.
-Okay.
-I'm Charlie Quinn.
The name on your credit card
was different.
Yeah, it's my married name,
but what the hell were you doing
looking at my credit card?
Um Settling your tab.
That's what a bartender does.
[sighs]
There's only two reasons
people's assholes pucker
like that
when they hear
the name Quinn.
One, is they hate me and my dad
because we're the only
defense lawyers in town
who don't roll over
for the cops.
The morning bell's
about to ring.
And the other
is you've been hanging out
with those inbred idiots
down at the Holler
who think the Culpepper brothers
didn't murder my mother.
Look, I grew up in Bridge Gap.
The whole state
knew what happened, okay?
Now all that matters
is you want to be married.
I've got work to do.
Let's just leave it at that.
How about I leave it at
a go fuck yourself, you arro--
-[gunshot]
-[screaming]
[gunshots]
Huck [softly]: Active shooter
in the high school.
We've got about a hundred kids
about to file in.
Judith: Help!
Somebody help! Please!
[gunshot]
Charlie.
Shit!
Charlie.
-Charlie!
-Judith: Oh. Please!
Somebody help me! Please!
[sobbing] Please!
Judith: Charlie.
Go before this lamb, oh Lord.
Be not far from her.
Please.
-[bell ringing]
-[doors open]
[kids chattering]
[sobbing]
Officer: Get down!
Shut the door!
Hands in the air! Hands--
Put the gun down!
Put it the fuck down!
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, hey, hey!
It's okay, deputy. It's okay.
Officer:
Goddamn it! Get out of the way!
Hey, hey, hey.
Let's just stay calm here.
Her name is Kelly.
-Kelly. Kelly Wilson.
-Fucking move, asshole. Move!
-Get out of the way!
-Huck: She's just a teenager.
Officer: Put the gun down.
Put it the fuck down.
Fucking move, move!
Man: Let's go!
Mercer: Go, go, go!
Dawson: She killed Coach Pink.
Whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Look at that kid.
That's Greg Alexander's kid.
-Huck: Hold your fire!
-Young Sam: Charlie, go!
[indistinct shouting]
Dawson: Come on,
take the fucking shot!
I don't have the shot.
Hold your fire, deputies.
-This girl is a student.
-Get out of the way.
Huck: She's gonna give me
the gun right now. Kelly.
Richter: Fuck that.
Somebody shoot her!
Put her down!
-[gunshot]
-[screaming]
Officer: What the fuck?
Richter: What the hell, Ron?
You fucking shot him!
[sirens approaching]
Huck: It's all right.
Okay, Ron. We're good.
Mercer: Put her on the ground.
Go, go, go!
Mercer: I saw her hands move.
She might have another weapon.
Huck: Kelly, comply.
[Kelly whimpering]
Mercer: Pat her down.
[officers shouting]
-[Kelly speaks indistinctly]
-The fuck'd you say?
Officer:
You killed fucking Pink.
Richter:
You fucking piece of shit.
Dawson: She murdered
Greg and Gina's baby.
[Kelly groaning, gasping]
[tense theme playing]
Richter: Shut the fuck up.
You know what you've done?
Kelly Wilson. Listen to me.
-Mercer: Stop moving.
-Relax your body, okay?
-She's recording us.
-Don't give them any reason
-to hurt you.
-Put the phone down, Quinn.
She is safely in custody.
She is not resisting.
Read her her rights
and bring her to the station.
Do not be the reason
this case gets tossed.
She sounds like
her fucking father.
Phone.
[phone clatters]
[light, dramatic theme playing]
[door opens]
[people chattering
indistinctly]
[door closes]
Richter: Want me to chain
her leash to the table?
I want you to get those
fucking handcuffs off my wife.
[handcuff clicks]
Now get the fuck out.
[door opens]
[chair scrapes softly]
The little girl.
Emma Alexander.
Freshman. Thirteen years old.
Pink?
No.
Ahem. Is the shooter, um?
Is she..?
Kelly Wilson.
Your dad's in with her now.
Fast talked his way
into the room.
Like a greyhound slipping into
a sweater.
[door opens]
-[door closes]
-[sighs]
Heard you had
a little slip and fall
this morning during the melee.
Dan Mercer knocked
the ever loving fuck out of me
-with his Glock.
-Kenny: There's no cause
for that kind
of language here, Charlotte.
Well, I'm a little confused,
fellas.
I was handcuffed,
but I'm in the break room.
I'm a witness, but my clothes
aren't in evidence.
-I was pistol-whipped.
-Pistol-whipped, come on.
Kenny: Hang on, hang on now.
They were trying
to protect you, Charlotte.
Tried to keep you
from getting too close
to a dangerous killer.
She was restrained
on the floor.
No telling whether or not
she had other weapons on her.
Ron was just doing his job.
They were using
unnecessary force.
I have it all on my phone.
Keith: Oh, your phone, was it?
Now, I think you're talking
about the phone that belongs
to the man that you came
to see this morning.
After seeing him last night.
Kenny:
That would be Mr. Huckabee,
who accidentally erased it
from his device.
And from the,
whatchamacallit, the cloud.
Mm-hm.
What are the sheriff
and the D.A.
both doing talking to me
during the middle
of a double homicide
investigation, hm?
We were just making sure that
we're all on the same page
vis-a-vis
your unfortunate injuries.
Kenny: There's no need
to get distracted
from the big picture here.
Putting a teenager in prison
for the rest of her life?
Kenny: Well, the good news is
we won't have to wait that long.
Kelly Wilson is 18.
Kenny: Uh-huh.
We're talking death penalty.
[door opens]
[door closes]
Sheriff Coin,
Mr. District Attorney Coin,
should you be
in this room right now?
Kenny: Ma'am.
[door opens]
I'm Agent Delia Wolford
with the Georgia Bureau
of Investigation.
Mr. Bernard is here
in his capacity
as assistant district attorney.
But you can ask him
to leave if you like.
Good.
I've been tasked
with investigating
the accidental discharge
of Deputy Dawson's firearm.
-[Charlie scoffs]
-And I'd like to start
with a chronology
of this morning's events,
-if that's okay.
-No offense,
but "accidental discharge"
tells me exactly
how you want this to go.
And we both know
I don't have to talk to you.
Delia: I'm only interested
in the truth, Mrs. Bernard.
I work for the state of Georgia,
not the Coin brothers.
Mr. Huckabee had his hands
in the air when Ron shot him.
Huck was not a threat.
He was literally
disarming Kelly Wilson.
Did you see
what he did with the gun?
I saw him take
the bullets out of it,
but I was pretty distracted by
the deputies jumping on Kelly.
All right. Thank you.
[chattering indistinctly]
[tense theme playing]
Ben [softly]: Charlie.
[door closes]
You can't be in here.
You can't be in here.
Ben: Her dad's an ex-con.
Ely Wilson. Mom's Ava.
Cops are looking for him
in the Holler.
Charlie: I honestly don't know
how dad does it.
He's always the calm
in the middle of a storm.
Being in the middle
of that kind of thing
It screws with you.
Nothing makes sense.
Because it's all just
fucking senseless.
Time goes from a straight line
to a sphere.
And it's not until much later
that you can hold it
in your hand
and look at all the sides
like, yeah, that happened
and then this happened.
But in the moment, there's
nothing but absolute terror.
Ben: Charlie.
We need to get out of here.
Charlie [softly]: Yeah.
[helicopters whirring]
So anything happened
with your day?
This was at the crime scene.
Keith doesn't know I took it.
You called me twice
this morning?
Barky swallowed a sock.
He's okay.
He puked it out in the truck.
Oh.
He's a Marine,
your friend.
Enlisted straight
out of high school.
Awarded a Bronze Star.
Moved back to the area
to become a teacher.
And less than a year later, he's
talking down a school shooter.
I heard he barely flinched
when he got shot.
I mean, I would have fucked him
if you hadn't.
Baby, I'm so sorry.
Probably got a concussion.
You should stay
at Lenore's tonight.
Yeah.
So instead of a brain aneurysm,
I can go into a sugar coma.
It's not funny.
Not even a little bit?
-Ben, I--
-Did you come with him?
[scoffing] No.
Yeah, but it was nothing.
I had to use my hand.
It was like a sneeze.
Wow. Thanks for giving me
that image
every time I sneeze
for the rest of my fucking life.
Lenore's here.
Baby, you look like hell.
Yeah? You should see
the other guy.
-He's totally fine.
-[Lenore scoffs]
This isn't whiskey,
but it'll help with the shock.
Every cop in the state's here.
Population doubled in an hour.
Did your dad talk to you?
I heard Kelly's mother
works at the Old General.
I hear a voice calling
Calling out for me ♪
These shackles are made
In an attempt ♪
[over radio]
To be free ♪
I can just take you home.
Your dad will understand.
The Coins are going
to goat-rope Kelly's parents
into saying something
they shouldn't.
Somebody needs to warn them.
I cheated on Ben.
How'd that happen?
I got drunk
and asked a stranger
to stick his penis inside
of my vagina multiple times.
That sounds like a Charlie
from a long time ago.
I don't know
what I was thinking.
You were thinking it's been
six months since Ben moved out.
And you were lonely.
Heard he's having lunch with
that new girl in his office.
Slutlee?
Fucklee.
Kaylee.
You heard it, too.
I hear a lot of things,
baby.
Don't pay attention to gossip.
What would make
a teenage girl do this?
School shooters
are usually male.
[tense theme playing]
That look on Ms. Heller--
Mrs. Pinkman's face.
They were married 22 years.
She always watched
over me at school.
Lenore: Judith was taken
to the hospital.
They had to sedate her.
Charlie:
Sam loved Pinkman.
He was her favorite coach.
She loved running.
She loved winning.
[dramatic theme playing]
[car door closes]
Man:
That's Rusty Quinn's girl.
Newsreader [over TV]:
suspected shooter
Kelly Wilson's parents.
Father, Ely seen here
in a booking photo
from a previous arrest..
Miss Wilson,
you have a second to talk.
The hell kind of business
somebody like you want with me?
I'm Charlie Quinn.
Rusty Quinn's daughter.
He's the defense attorney
representing Kelly.
Ava: We ain't got
your kind of money.
Charlie: Ah, no, the state
will take care of his fees.
You're that girl my cousin said
fucked over
the Culpepper brothers.
Put Zack Senior on death row.
Got his brother Daniel shot
dead with your lies.
-[helicopter whirring]
-Man: Did you see that?
Look, Miss Wilson,
we don't have a lot of time.
The cops are looking for you.
They want to talk
to you about Kelly.
-But listen to me.
-Is Kelly all right?
She's okay.
My father will talk--
She didn't kill them people.
She wouldn't have done
something like that.
She always loved school.
She needs her mama.
But Ely told me to stay put.
Can you think of any reason
why she might have done this?
She have many friends?
[phone ringing]
She, uh She loved everybody.
She's just a sweet girl.
She seeing any boys or
No. She ain't interested
in boys. She's--
She's working hard on getting
her grades better.
Was she struggling in school?
Kelly's stomach's
real sensitive.
-I should make her some soup.
-Ava.
Do they have crackers
at the jail?
-I heard the food
-Ava, shut the fuck up.
What did you say?
Shut the fuck up.
Just because the cops
want to talk to you
does not mean
you have to talk to them.
Don't talk to reporters.
Don't talk to anybody.
Trust me when I tell you,
you need
-to shut--
-Shut the fuck up.
[phone ringing]
It's Mr. Huckabee
from the school.
What? No, Ava, I just told you.
What the fuck?
Charlie Quinn.
Why are you answering
Ava's phone?
Why are you calling it?
Huck:
Because I just spent four hours
telling the cops how there's
no way Kelly fits the profile
of a school shooter,
but nobody will
fucking listen to me.
How's Ava going to fix that?
Well, because she needs
to tell your dad.
He's going to be
Kelly's lawyer, right?
Why did you delete a video of
a police officer assaulting me?
Because people make mistakes,
you know?
Not everything
has to be a fight.
You better hope
this is a fight.
It's a death penalty case.
N--
No.
[winces]
Kelly is
intellectually disabled.
She has a language-based
learning disability.
I mean, she's a people pleaser.
Echoes back whatever she thinks
you want to hear.
She tests in the borderline
deficiency range.
Yeah, I'm not a lawyer,
but I know you can't execute
someone with a low IQ.
Charlie: Huck, they do it
all the time.
A school
and a criminal prosecution
have very different standards
for what qualifies
as diminished capacity.
One wants to help her, and the
other is trying to kill her.
Jesus.
Huck, we're both witnesses.
We're not supposed
to talk about what happened.
You did a good thing.
You talked Kelly
into giving you the gun.
-[Huck sighs]
-They probably would have
killed her
if you hadn't been there.
The gun you watched me
put on the ground, yeah?
I left the gun there.
That's what you saw, right?
Are we talking
about the murder weapon?
I mean, it's a good thing
if they can't find it, right?
That helps Kelly.
[cars approaching]
Jesus, Huck.
That's why you erased the video?
Look, the kids are always
messing with
the security camera.
There's a blind spot.
-Shut up! Stop talking.
-[Huck continues indistinctly]
Don't say anything.
I'm not your lawyer.
Nothing that you say to me
is privileged.
Huck: Charlie, I--
-Lenore: Time to go.
-Remember what I said.
[dramatic theme playing]
Officer: Ma'am.
[birds chirping]
[Charlie sighs]
[light, dramatic theme playing]
[Charlie breathing deeply]
Sammy.
[laughter]
Rusty:
You can piss in my face
but don't tell me it's raining.
Jimmy Jack: Kelly's social media
is locked down,
but I'm monitoring
the Tick-Tack and the Insta.
Rusty: Man. Lenore, make sure
my suit's pressed for tomorrow.
I don't want to look
like a rumpled old hobo
in front of the cameras.
Lenore:
Can they press your face?
-Rusty: Charlie bear.
-Hey.
Hey, Jimmy Jack.
Rusty: Heard you had
a tough time this morning.
That's a magnificent
understatement.
Rusty: Told the Coins they can
expect another lawsuit
for excessive force.
Yeah, I'm not sure
now's the time.
Good idea, baby.
Never kick a fresh turd
in a hot day.
Charlie:
Have you talked to Kenny
about a deal to keep
Kelly Wilson off death row?
No. Something else
going on with this girl?
She's a unicorn.
Dad. She's not innocent.
I was in the hallway.
You know as well as I do
there's innocent
and there's not guilty.
And there's not a lot of rhyme
and reason in between.
Lenore: Hey, Jamie, I need
to reschedule Rusty's meeting.
I heard
there's a blind spot
in the high school
security footage.
Where'd you get that?
The gettin' place.
Get anything else
while you were there?
They're worried
about the murder weapon.
Like, maybe they don't know
exactly where it ended up.
That's a pickle.
That's an educated guess.
Was it this attractive
new teacher
who provided you
with this information?
Lenore:
Next Thursday'd be great.
Thank you so much, Tammy. 9:00.
I find myself
in need of a lift home.
Where's your car?
Flat tire versus old knees.
Lenore: Someone slashed
his tires at the station.
So, a parking lot full of cops,
somebody slashes your tires
and nobody saw anything?
Excellent narration of events,
sweetheart.
Let's continue this riveting
conversation in the car.
Far be it from your daddy to
give you advice in your new man.
He's not my anything.
Happened once.
It's not gonna happen again.
He's nobody.
Pick up anything else
from this nobody?
They can't test you
for syphilis until a week later.
[both laugh]
Stay tuned.
You're gonna give yourself
another heart attack.
It's not my heart
I'm worried about.
Tell you what, Charlie Bear.
I've had a long,
long time to think about my one
wild and precious life.
I think the thing I loved most
about your mother
was that she
was a hard woman to love.
Rusty, I've had the
second shittiest day of my life.
I'm begging you
to get to the point.
You remember she said to me
about a month before she died--
We'd had a fight.
She said, "Russell,
I gotta figure out before I die
whether I want to be right
or I want to be happy."
Dad.
If I knew how to fix things
with Ben, I would.
"First product
of self-knowledge is humility."
Are you gonna keep quoting
Flannery O'Connor till I break?
Worked for your mother.
[dramatic theme playing]
[dramatic theme playing]
[birds chirping]
Rusty:
Funny thing about that.
"Goat" has already been there
at least a week.
"Fucker" just showed up today.
Damned efficient of 'em,
don't you think?
I mean, the goat's already
done half the work.
You should call the police.
Well, darling,
police probably did it.
Do you want me to come in?
I know you don't like
going inside, baby.
[door opens]
Tomorrow expect a light rain
in the early evening,
followed
by a northwesterly wind.
[engine starts]
[dramatic theme playing]
Young Charlie:
If you find yourself
trapped in an avalanche,
do not cry out
or open your mouth.
Instead, put your hands
in front of your face
to create a pocket of air
as you're coming to a stop.
Charlie, quit reading and help
me with these stupid boxes.
I'm sorry about you and Paul.
His parents said it's too
dangerous to be around me
because of Rusty.
Paul can't break up with you.
You let him put his hand
up your shirt.
You read my diary,
you little shit.
[Charlie giggles]
[light, dramatic theme playing]
Rusty: My dear, I don't think
the Board of Education
will grant you an interview.
You've terrified everybody
at the high school.
The middle school teachers,
they cry
whenever they hear your name.
They don't all cry.
Rusty: Silently weep then.
I know money's tight.
But surely we can afford to buy
a sackcloth for the children.
Gamma: What about food?
We're going to pull that
out of our asses too?
And the electric bill?
This higgledy piggledy
monstrosity
is twice the size
of our old house.
And we're not going to pay
any bills
if you don't tell those
malignant Culpepper brothers
to pay the $20,000 they owe you.
You can't get blood
from a stone.
Gamma: Try blunt force trauma.
Rusty: Lenore sent another
invoice this week.
She told 'em
it was due upon receipt.
Gamma: I believe that
fucking miracle when I see it.
Mom, you said a bad swear.
What bad swear did I say?
Well, if I say it, then you're
gonna know that I know it.
And then I'll possibly get
in trouble for saying it,
but also for knowing it.
Little Bear,
don't show your work.
My love.
My only hope is that
someday you can forgive me
for being
such an imperfect man.
"Hope is the thing
with feathers
that perches in the soul.
Sings the tune without words.
And never stops at all."
Rusty:
Perhaps you'll indulge me.
If you put on that clown nose,
I swear to God I'll stab you.
What is that?
Weather Prediction
by Numerical Process?
Rusty: Mm-hm.
Previous owner kept some
weather equipment out back.
Apparently, he sent the data
to NOAA
to help them track
atmospheric conditions.
Sam:
He was a citizen scientist.
I got the paperwork
to sign us up.
We can all be
citizen scientists.
Whole family.
We can predict
the weather together.
This calculus was done
by an intoxicated toddler.
No, this should be the partial
of u squared plus v squared,
where v is velocity over two.
[light, dramatic theme playing]
[phone ringing]
Charlie: What is it, Rusty?
Rusty [sighs]: Don't worry.
It's not another heart attack.
Are you okay?
[breathlessly]
Well, see
-Dad.
-I was fixing myself a drink.
And this angry fella
jumped out of nowhere.
What do you mean,
this angry fella, Dad?
Wh-What's happened?
What's going on?
Oh, baby, it's not looking good
for your old pappy.
Charlie Bear, come quick.
Charlie: Okay, Dad, hey.
I'm gonna hang up now.
Okay.
I gotta call an ambulance.
I'm on my way.
Dad, do you hear me?
Daddy!
[tense theme building]
[screaming]
Man 1: Fuck!
Shut up!
I said shut the fuck up!
-Man 2: Jesus Christ, Zack!
-Zack: Damn it!
Why'd you have to use my name?
We won't tell.
We won't tell.
You won't tell? Girl,
I just blew your mama to bits.
Do you really think you're
making it out of here alive?
We need
to get out of here, man.
As soon as we can,
Charlie, we run.
-Okay?
-[shotgun racks]
Zack: You telling her
to run away, huh?
What'd she say to you,
baby girl?
Oh, come on,
ain't we gonna be friends?
Sam: Stop! Leave her alone.
You leave us alone,
Zack Culpepper.
Come on, brother,
we had a deal.
Sure. I mean, a man's only
as good as his word, right?
Stop it! Stop!
-Come on, Zack! Enough!
-[Sam sobbing, gasping]
Zack: Just having a little fun,
brother.
Let's just get this over with.
Fuck, man, the cops are here.
-Zack: Shit.
-All right.
Let's move. Go!
-Open the door!
-Zack: Shut up!
You scream,
I shoot you both dead.
Keep your mouth shut.
[suspenseful theme playing]
[Charlie & Sam panting]
All right. Stop right here.
-Get over here!
-Sam: Charlie.
I can't see.
You have to run without me.
When I tell you to,
you need to run, okay?
Please, Charlie,
you have to run.
I can't leave you, Sam.
We're gonna need
to slit her throat.
She's just a kid.
What the fuck are you doing?
Charlie. Now you have to go.
Charlie, go now.
I want you to run.
Charlie, go!
[gunshot]
Sam!
[dramatic theme building]
Gamma: Samantha,
one day you will be gone
from this stifling town,
and you will find your place.
And you will give love just
as fiercely as you receive it.
Everything that is lacking here,
you will find
out in that big, vibrant world.
You just have to promise me
one thing.
Young Charlie:
If you find yourself
trapped in an avalanche
That you will always,
always take care of Charlie.
Young Charlie: Put your hands
in front of your face
-to create a pocket of air.
-Gamma: You find her.
Don't make her find you.
Promise me.
[upbeat,
dramatic theme playing]
Rusty [breathlessly]:
Hey, Sam.
Hey, Sammy-Sam.
I'm sorry, baby.
You have to come home.
Your sister needs you.
You took the air
Out of my lungs ♪
Whispered "You're weak"
But you were wrong ♪
Like you could rip
The roots from me ♪
And I'd just crawl silently ♪
From this land by your hand ♪
I'm a wicker woman
Put a lighter in my chest ♪
Thought I wouldn't do it
I meant every word I said ♪
Ooh, don't test me now
I'm burning out ♪
I found the fire
That I've always needed ♪
Say you love me now
Too late ♪
Somehow I found the fire
That I've always needed ♪
I'm a wicker woman
With a ♪
I'm a wicker woman
With a ♪
I'm a wicker woman
With a lighter in my chest ♪
[singer vocalizing]
[Freya Ridings' "Wicker Woman"
continues playing]
Ooh, don't test me now ♪
I'm burning out ♪
I found a fire
That I've always needed ♪
Say you love me now
Too late ♪
Somehow I am the fire
That I've always needed ♪
I'm a wicker woman
With a ♪
I'm a wicker woman
With a ♪
I'm a wicker woman
With a lighter in my chest ♪
[birds chirping]
[light, dramatic theme playing]
[panting]
[ticking]
[softly] Come on.
[exhales deeply]
Up!
Ugh!
-Dumbass.
-[clicks]
[softly] What the fuck?
All right, that's enough
practice for today.
It's time for supper.
You're supposed to be
helping me train, Charlotte.
The whole point
of a blind pass is for--
I know the point
of a blind pass, Samantha.
-The definition is in--
-Then do it.
Last word.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[sighs]
[sighs]
[door opens]
[door closes]
[shoes thud softly]
Hey, can't just say "last word"
and get the last word,
-you walnut.
-Last word.
Gamma: Charlie,
clear your things away.
Sam, could you rinse some
dishes for supper, please?
I could have sworn I picked up a
frying pan at the thrift store.
I can't keep
living out of boxes.
Mama, do we have to go back
to school tomorrow?
My calculations tell me
it's gonna rain.
Well,
your calculation is incorrect.
I'm going to leave you
to work out why.
Go wash your hands for supper.
-[dishes clatter softly]
-[water running]
Mom. Which door is?
Never mind.
"Not knowing
when the dawn will come,
-I open every door."
-Emily Dickinson.
[phone ringing]
Don't let your
sister answer that.
-Hello.
-Sammy-Sam-Sam.
There's my special girl.
Let me talk to Gamma,
if you pretty please.
She'staking a bath.
I feel our Gamma
has been over-attentive
to hygiene lately.
You mean
since the house burned down?
Rusty: Appreciate you
holding that back
as long as you did,
sweetheart.
Tell Gamma when she gets out
of the tub
that I'm going to have
the sheriff send over a car.
Sheriff? Why? What's wrong?
Rusty:
Nothing's wrong, sugar.
It's just they never caught
that bad old fella
who burned down the house.
And today I got another
fella's case dismissed.
And some folks
don't like that either.
You mean the man who raped
that girl who killed herself?
Rusty: I mean the man
who was not proven guilty
beyond a reasonable doubt
due to your daddy's
spectacular oratory skills.
Lenore, why is my life
filled with contrary females?
This is the part
where you should congratulate
your daddy.
Sam:
Congratulations, dear father,
on freeing a man
who did a bad thing
-so he can do bad things again.
-[line clicks]
I appreciate the effort,
but giving your dad shit
is my job.
Last word.
He asked the sheriff
to send someone.
Okay, okay.
Worrying about that
is also my job.
You're so pretty.
Prettier than I ever was.
I wish your grandmother
had lived to know you.
She was smart, like you.
Relentlessly happy like Charlie.
Her hair had white in it
like mine.
Promise me. You promise me.
Now go wash your hands.
I think the frying pan
is with the pillows
and the sheets in the bedroom.
[light, dramatic theme playing]
[humming softly]
[car pulls up]
-[car door closes]
-[Charlie gasps]
[ominous theme playing]
Charlie: Mama! Come quick!
Gamma: Charlotte Quinn,
how many times have I told you
not to use adjectives
in place of adverbs.
Samantha, I need you to quickly
make your way into the kitchen.
It's okay.
[Sam gasps]
Gamma: It's okay.
Man 1: No it ain't.
Who else is in the house?
Gamma: No one.
Just the three of us.
Don't lie to me, bitch.
Okay, you tell me
what you want
I give it to you,
and then you leave.
Man 1: Oh, yeah?
And what if I want that?
Gamma: Please.
I'll do whatever you want.
-Anything.
-Man 1: Anything?
Man 2: Come on, brother,
stop fucking around.
-Where's Rusty?
-Gamma: He's at work.
I can take you there right now.
-Mom, don't.
-You got something to say?
Gamma: No, she didn't say
anything. She's just scared.
Why don't we go out back,
figure out what you boys want?
No. What'd you say? I swear
I heard you say something.
Gamma:
No. She didn't. She just--
Hey! What about you, baby doll?
Huh? You got a name?
You got your own room
in this rickety old place?
-You want to show me?
-Get the fuck out of my house.
-Shut up!
-Gamma: She's a child.
-She looks old enough to me.
-I won't let you touch her!
Why don't you shut up!
[exhales deeply]
[cell phone ringing]
God.
[groans]
[sighs heavily]
[phone stops ringing]
[phone ringing]
[sighs]
Hello?
Yeah, I think we, uh..
I think we switched phones
last night when we, um
You're at the high school?
Oh, my God, how old are you?
I thought you were a bartender.
No, no, I'll-I'll-I'll, um
I'll come to you.
Uh-- Uh--
What room are you in?
Okay.
Don't judge me, Harold.
[upbeat theme playing]
[sighs]
Stay off Grindr, Mary Hoppins.
[car door closes]
[country music playing
over speakers]
What time do you get off?
[breathes deeply]
[kids chattering]
[gear shift clicks]
[engine shuts off]
[Charlie sighs]
[dramatic theme plays]
Young Darlene:
Hey, Quinn.
You fucking liar!
You got my cousin killed.
We're gonna kick your ass.
Judith: Charlotte Quinn.
Can you help me with something,
please?
Don't you have
something better to do, girls?
Like go to class?
Oh, good Lord God.
[sighs]
[clears throat]
-Huck.
-Hey.
Hey.
Sorry. Well,
not about last night
but about the phones.
[sighing] Uh
Last night was fine.
I mean, it was good,
but I'm married.
I'm separated technically,
but still very, very married.
Well, it's none of my business,
but, uh
he'd be fucking crazy
to let you go.
I'm a lot of work.
I don't usually do what we did.
I mean, I haven't been to
Shady Ray's since high school.
Well, you seem
pretty popular to me.
Started blowing up
around o'dark-thirty.
-You didn't answer?
-No
I thought it'd be more fun
trying to crack the mystery
of the girl from Shady Ray's.
-Hm
-Uh-huh.
Someone named B2
is looking for you.
Called twice.
Riboflavin. My spin instructor.
And five hang-ups
from the county jail?
They cannot finish
their sentences.
[Huck chuckles]
You got me, Veronica Mars.
I'm a drug trafficker.
High-end vitamins,
mostly B2, occasionally D.
-[chuckling] Right.
-Um
I'm a defense lawyer.
Usually people are more
receptive to drug trafficker.
-Okay.
-I'm Charlie Quinn.
The name on your credit card
was different.
Yeah, it's my married name,
but what the hell were you doing
looking at my credit card?
Um Settling your tab.
That's what a bartender does.
[sighs]
There's only two reasons
people's assholes pucker
like that
when they hear
the name Quinn.
One, is they hate me and my dad
because we're the only
defense lawyers in town
who don't roll over
for the cops.
The morning bell's
about to ring.
And the other
is you've been hanging out
with those inbred idiots
down at the Holler
who think the Culpepper brothers
didn't murder my mother.
Look, I grew up in Bridge Gap.
The whole state
knew what happened, okay?
Now all that matters
is you want to be married.
I've got work to do.
Let's just leave it at that.
How about I leave it at
a go fuck yourself, you arro--
-[gunshot]
-[screaming]
[gunshots]
Huck [softly]: Active shooter
in the high school.
We've got about a hundred kids
about to file in.
Judith: Help!
Somebody help! Please!
[gunshot]
Charlie.
Shit!
Charlie.
-Charlie!
-Judith: Oh. Please!
Somebody help me! Please!
[sobbing] Please!
Judith: Charlie.
Go before this lamb, oh Lord.
Be not far from her.
Please.
-[bell ringing]
-[doors open]
[kids chattering]
[sobbing]
Officer: Get down!
Shut the door!
Hands in the air! Hands--
Put the gun down!
Put it the fuck down!
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, hey, hey!
It's okay, deputy. It's okay.
Officer:
Goddamn it! Get out of the way!
Hey, hey, hey.
Let's just stay calm here.
Her name is Kelly.
-Kelly. Kelly Wilson.
-Fucking move, asshole. Move!
-Get out of the way!
-Huck: She's just a teenager.
Officer: Put the gun down.
Put it the fuck down.
Fucking move, move!
Man: Let's go!
Mercer: Go, go, go!
Dawson: She killed Coach Pink.
Whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Look at that kid.
That's Greg Alexander's kid.
-Huck: Hold your fire!
-Young Sam: Charlie, go!
[indistinct shouting]
Dawson: Come on,
take the fucking shot!
I don't have the shot.
Hold your fire, deputies.
-This girl is a student.
-Get out of the way.
Huck: She's gonna give me
the gun right now. Kelly.
Richter: Fuck that.
Somebody shoot her!
Put her down!
-[gunshot]
-[screaming]
Officer: What the fuck?
Richter: What the hell, Ron?
You fucking shot him!
[sirens approaching]
Huck: It's all right.
Okay, Ron. We're good.
Mercer: Put her on the ground.
Go, go, go!
Mercer: I saw her hands move.
She might have another weapon.
Huck: Kelly, comply.
[Kelly whimpering]
Mercer: Pat her down.
[officers shouting]
-[Kelly speaks indistinctly]
-The fuck'd you say?
Officer:
You killed fucking Pink.
Richter:
You fucking piece of shit.
Dawson: She murdered
Greg and Gina's baby.
[Kelly groaning, gasping]
[tense theme playing]
Richter: Shut the fuck up.
You know what you've done?
Kelly Wilson. Listen to me.
-Mercer: Stop moving.
-Relax your body, okay?
-She's recording us.
-Don't give them any reason
-to hurt you.
-Put the phone down, Quinn.
She is safely in custody.
She is not resisting.
Read her her rights
and bring her to the station.
Do not be the reason
this case gets tossed.
She sounds like
her fucking father.
Phone.
[phone clatters]
[light, dramatic theme playing]
[door opens]
[people chattering
indistinctly]
[door closes]
Richter: Want me to chain
her leash to the table?
I want you to get those
fucking handcuffs off my wife.
[handcuff clicks]
Now get the fuck out.
[door opens]
[chair scrapes softly]
The little girl.
Emma Alexander.
Freshman. Thirteen years old.
Pink?
No.
Ahem. Is the shooter, um?
Is she..?
Kelly Wilson.
Your dad's in with her now.
Fast talked his way
into the room.
Like a greyhound slipping into
a sweater.
[door opens]
-[door closes]
-[sighs]
Heard you had
a little slip and fall
this morning during the melee.
Dan Mercer knocked
the ever loving fuck out of me
-with his Glock.
-Kenny: There's no cause
for that kind
of language here, Charlotte.
Well, I'm a little confused,
fellas.
I was handcuffed,
but I'm in the break room.
I'm a witness, but my clothes
aren't in evidence.
-I was pistol-whipped.
-Pistol-whipped, come on.
Kenny: Hang on, hang on now.
They were trying
to protect you, Charlotte.
Tried to keep you
from getting too close
to a dangerous killer.
She was restrained
on the floor.
No telling whether or not
she had other weapons on her.
Ron was just doing his job.
They were using
unnecessary force.
I have it all on my phone.
Keith: Oh, your phone, was it?
Now, I think you're talking
about the phone that belongs
to the man that you came
to see this morning.
After seeing him last night.
Kenny:
That would be Mr. Huckabee,
who accidentally erased it
from his device.
And from the,
whatchamacallit, the cloud.
Mm-hm.
What are the sheriff
and the D.A.
both doing talking to me
during the middle
of a double homicide
investigation, hm?
We were just making sure that
we're all on the same page
vis-a-vis
your unfortunate injuries.
Kenny: There's no need
to get distracted
from the big picture here.
Putting a teenager in prison
for the rest of her life?
Kenny: Well, the good news is
we won't have to wait that long.
Kelly Wilson is 18.
Kenny: Uh-huh.
We're talking death penalty.
[door opens]
[door closes]
Sheriff Coin,
Mr. District Attorney Coin,
should you be
in this room right now?
Kenny: Ma'am.
[door opens]
I'm Agent Delia Wolford
with the Georgia Bureau
of Investigation.
Mr. Bernard is here
in his capacity
as assistant district attorney.
But you can ask him
to leave if you like.
Good.
I've been tasked
with investigating
the accidental discharge
of Deputy Dawson's firearm.
-[Charlie scoffs]
-And I'd like to start
with a chronology
of this morning's events,
-if that's okay.
-No offense,
but "accidental discharge"
tells me exactly
how you want this to go.
And we both know
I don't have to talk to you.
Delia: I'm only interested
in the truth, Mrs. Bernard.
I work for the state of Georgia,
not the Coin brothers.
Mr. Huckabee had his hands
in the air when Ron shot him.
Huck was not a threat.
He was literally
disarming Kelly Wilson.
Did you see
what he did with the gun?
I saw him take
the bullets out of it,
but I was pretty distracted by
the deputies jumping on Kelly.
All right. Thank you.
[chattering indistinctly]
[tense theme playing]
Ben [softly]: Charlie.
[door closes]
You can't be in here.
You can't be in here.
Ben: Her dad's an ex-con.
Ely Wilson. Mom's Ava.
Cops are looking for him
in the Holler.
Charlie: I honestly don't know
how dad does it.
He's always the calm
in the middle of a storm.
Being in the middle
of that kind of thing
It screws with you.
Nothing makes sense.
Because it's all just
fucking senseless.
Time goes from a straight line
to a sphere.
And it's not until much later
that you can hold it
in your hand
and look at all the sides
like, yeah, that happened
and then this happened.
But in the moment, there's
nothing but absolute terror.
Ben: Charlie.
We need to get out of here.
Charlie [softly]: Yeah.
[helicopters whirring]
So anything happened
with your day?
This was at the crime scene.
Keith doesn't know I took it.
You called me twice
this morning?
Barky swallowed a sock.
He's okay.
He puked it out in the truck.
Oh.
He's a Marine,
your friend.
Enlisted straight
out of high school.
Awarded a Bronze Star.
Moved back to the area
to become a teacher.
And less than a year later, he's
talking down a school shooter.
I heard he barely flinched
when he got shot.
I mean, I would have fucked him
if you hadn't.
Baby, I'm so sorry.
Probably got a concussion.
You should stay
at Lenore's tonight.
Yeah.
So instead of a brain aneurysm,
I can go into a sugar coma.
It's not funny.
Not even a little bit?
-Ben, I--
-Did you come with him?
[scoffing] No.
Yeah, but it was nothing.
I had to use my hand.
It was like a sneeze.
Wow. Thanks for giving me
that image
every time I sneeze
for the rest of my fucking life.
Lenore's here.
Baby, you look like hell.
Yeah? You should see
the other guy.
-He's totally fine.
-[Lenore scoffs]
This isn't whiskey,
but it'll help with the shock.
Every cop in the state's here.
Population doubled in an hour.
Did your dad talk to you?
I heard Kelly's mother
works at the Old General.
I hear a voice calling
Calling out for me ♪
These shackles are made
In an attempt ♪
[over radio]
To be free ♪
I can just take you home.
Your dad will understand.
The Coins are going
to goat-rope Kelly's parents
into saying something
they shouldn't.
Somebody needs to warn them.
I cheated on Ben.
How'd that happen?
I got drunk
and asked a stranger
to stick his penis inside
of my vagina multiple times.
That sounds like a Charlie
from a long time ago.
I don't know
what I was thinking.
You were thinking it's been
six months since Ben moved out.
And you were lonely.
Heard he's having lunch with
that new girl in his office.
Slutlee?
Fucklee.
Kaylee.
You heard it, too.
I hear a lot of things,
baby.
Don't pay attention to gossip.
What would make
a teenage girl do this?
School shooters
are usually male.
[tense theme playing]
That look on Ms. Heller--
Mrs. Pinkman's face.
They were married 22 years.
She always watched
over me at school.
Lenore: Judith was taken
to the hospital.
They had to sedate her.
Charlie:
Sam loved Pinkman.
He was her favorite coach.
She loved running.
She loved winning.
[dramatic theme playing]
[car door closes]
Man:
That's Rusty Quinn's girl.
Newsreader [over TV]:
suspected shooter
Kelly Wilson's parents.
Father, Ely seen here
in a booking photo
from a previous arrest..
Miss Wilson,
you have a second to talk.
The hell kind of business
somebody like you want with me?
I'm Charlie Quinn.
Rusty Quinn's daughter.
He's the defense attorney
representing Kelly.
Ava: We ain't got
your kind of money.
Charlie: Ah, no, the state
will take care of his fees.
You're that girl my cousin said
fucked over
the Culpepper brothers.
Put Zack Senior on death row.
Got his brother Daniel shot
dead with your lies.
-[helicopter whirring]
-Man: Did you see that?
Look, Miss Wilson,
we don't have a lot of time.
The cops are looking for you.
They want to talk
to you about Kelly.
-But listen to me.
-Is Kelly all right?
She's okay.
My father will talk--
She didn't kill them people.
She wouldn't have done
something like that.
She always loved school.
She needs her mama.
But Ely told me to stay put.
Can you think of any reason
why she might have done this?
She have many friends?
[phone ringing]
She, uh She loved everybody.
She's just a sweet girl.
She seeing any boys or
No. She ain't interested
in boys. She's--
She's working hard on getting
her grades better.
Was she struggling in school?
Kelly's stomach's
real sensitive.
-I should make her some soup.
-Ava.
Do they have crackers
at the jail?
-I heard the food
-Ava, shut the fuck up.
What did you say?
Shut the fuck up.
Just because the cops
want to talk to you
does not mean
you have to talk to them.
Don't talk to reporters.
Don't talk to anybody.
Trust me when I tell you,
you need
-to shut--
-Shut the fuck up.
[phone ringing]
It's Mr. Huckabee
from the school.
What? No, Ava, I just told you.
What the fuck?
Charlie Quinn.
Why are you answering
Ava's phone?
Why are you calling it?
Huck:
Because I just spent four hours
telling the cops how there's
no way Kelly fits the profile
of a school shooter,
but nobody will
fucking listen to me.
How's Ava going to fix that?
Well, because she needs
to tell your dad.
He's going to be
Kelly's lawyer, right?
Why did you delete a video of
a police officer assaulting me?
Because people make mistakes,
you know?
Not everything
has to be a fight.
You better hope
this is a fight.
It's a death penalty case.
N--
No.
[winces]
Kelly is
intellectually disabled.
She has a language-based
learning disability.
I mean, she's a people pleaser.
Echoes back whatever she thinks
you want to hear.
She tests in the borderline
deficiency range.
Yeah, I'm not a lawyer,
but I know you can't execute
someone with a low IQ.
Charlie: Huck, they do it
all the time.
A school
and a criminal prosecution
have very different standards
for what qualifies
as diminished capacity.
One wants to help her, and the
other is trying to kill her.
Jesus.
Huck, we're both witnesses.
We're not supposed
to talk about what happened.
You did a good thing.
You talked Kelly
into giving you the gun.
-[Huck sighs]
-They probably would have
killed her
if you hadn't been there.
The gun you watched me
put on the ground, yeah?
I left the gun there.
That's what you saw, right?
Are we talking
about the murder weapon?
I mean, it's a good thing
if they can't find it, right?
That helps Kelly.
[cars approaching]
Jesus, Huck.
That's why you erased the video?
Look, the kids are always
messing with
the security camera.
There's a blind spot.
-Shut up! Stop talking.
-[Huck continues indistinctly]
Don't say anything.
I'm not your lawyer.
Nothing that you say to me
is privileged.
Huck: Charlie, I--
-Lenore: Time to go.
-Remember what I said.
[dramatic theme playing]
Officer: Ma'am.
[birds chirping]
[Charlie sighs]
[light, dramatic theme playing]
[Charlie breathing deeply]
Sammy.
[laughter]
Rusty:
You can piss in my face
but don't tell me it's raining.
Jimmy Jack: Kelly's social media
is locked down,
but I'm monitoring
the Tick-Tack and the Insta.
Rusty: Man. Lenore, make sure
my suit's pressed for tomorrow.
I don't want to look
like a rumpled old hobo
in front of the cameras.
Lenore:
Can they press your face?
-Rusty: Charlie bear.
-Hey.
Hey, Jimmy Jack.
Rusty: Heard you had
a tough time this morning.
That's a magnificent
understatement.
Rusty: Told the Coins they can
expect another lawsuit
for excessive force.
Yeah, I'm not sure
now's the time.
Good idea, baby.
Never kick a fresh turd
in a hot day.
Charlie:
Have you talked to Kenny
about a deal to keep
Kelly Wilson off death row?
No. Something else
going on with this girl?
She's a unicorn.
Dad. She's not innocent.
I was in the hallway.
You know as well as I do
there's innocent
and there's not guilty.
And there's not a lot of rhyme
and reason in between.
Lenore: Hey, Jamie, I need
to reschedule Rusty's meeting.
I heard
there's a blind spot
in the high school
security footage.
Where'd you get that?
The gettin' place.
Get anything else
while you were there?
They're worried
about the murder weapon.
Like, maybe they don't know
exactly where it ended up.
That's a pickle.
That's an educated guess.
Was it this attractive
new teacher
who provided you
with this information?
Lenore:
Next Thursday'd be great.
Thank you so much, Tammy. 9:00.
I find myself
in need of a lift home.
Where's your car?
Flat tire versus old knees.
Lenore: Someone slashed
his tires at the station.
So, a parking lot full of cops,
somebody slashes your tires
and nobody saw anything?
Excellent narration of events,
sweetheart.
Let's continue this riveting
conversation in the car.
Far be it from your daddy to
give you advice in your new man.
He's not my anything.
Happened once.
It's not gonna happen again.
He's nobody.
Pick up anything else
from this nobody?
They can't test you
for syphilis until a week later.
[both laugh]
Stay tuned.
You're gonna give yourself
another heart attack.
It's not my heart
I'm worried about.
Tell you what, Charlie Bear.
I've had a long,
long time to think about my one
wild and precious life.
I think the thing I loved most
about your mother
was that she
was a hard woman to love.
Rusty, I've had the
second shittiest day of my life.
I'm begging you
to get to the point.
You remember she said to me
about a month before she died--
We'd had a fight.
She said, "Russell,
I gotta figure out before I die
whether I want to be right
or I want to be happy."
Dad.
If I knew how to fix things
with Ben, I would.
"First product
of self-knowledge is humility."
Are you gonna keep quoting
Flannery O'Connor till I break?
Worked for your mother.
[dramatic theme playing]
[dramatic theme playing]
[birds chirping]
Rusty:
Funny thing about that.
"Goat" has already been there
at least a week.
"Fucker" just showed up today.
Damned efficient of 'em,
don't you think?
I mean, the goat's already
done half the work.
You should call the police.
Well, darling,
police probably did it.
Do you want me to come in?
I know you don't like
going inside, baby.
[door opens]
Tomorrow expect a light rain
in the early evening,
followed
by a northwesterly wind.
[engine starts]
[dramatic theme playing]
Young Charlie:
If you find yourself
trapped in an avalanche,
do not cry out
or open your mouth.
Instead, put your hands
in front of your face
to create a pocket of air
as you're coming to a stop.
Charlie, quit reading and help
me with these stupid boxes.
I'm sorry about you and Paul.
His parents said it's too
dangerous to be around me
because of Rusty.
Paul can't break up with you.
You let him put his hand
up your shirt.
You read my diary,
you little shit.
[Charlie giggles]
[light, dramatic theme playing]
Rusty: My dear, I don't think
the Board of Education
will grant you an interview.
You've terrified everybody
at the high school.
The middle school teachers,
they cry
whenever they hear your name.
They don't all cry.
Rusty: Silently weep then.
I know money's tight.
But surely we can afford to buy
a sackcloth for the children.
Gamma: What about food?
We're going to pull that
out of our asses too?
And the electric bill?
This higgledy piggledy
monstrosity
is twice the size
of our old house.
And we're not going to pay
any bills
if you don't tell those
malignant Culpepper brothers
to pay the $20,000 they owe you.
You can't get blood
from a stone.
Gamma: Try blunt force trauma.
Rusty: Lenore sent another
invoice this week.
She told 'em
it was due upon receipt.
Gamma: I believe that
fucking miracle when I see it.
Mom, you said a bad swear.
What bad swear did I say?
Well, if I say it, then you're
gonna know that I know it.
And then I'll possibly get
in trouble for saying it,
but also for knowing it.
Little Bear,
don't show your work.
My love.
My only hope is that
someday you can forgive me
for being
such an imperfect man.
"Hope is the thing
with feathers
that perches in the soul.
Sings the tune without words.
And never stops at all."
Rusty:
Perhaps you'll indulge me.
If you put on that clown nose,
I swear to God I'll stab you.
What is that?
Weather Prediction
by Numerical Process?
Rusty: Mm-hm.
Previous owner kept some
weather equipment out back.
Apparently, he sent the data
to NOAA
to help them track
atmospheric conditions.
Sam:
He was a citizen scientist.
I got the paperwork
to sign us up.
We can all be
citizen scientists.
Whole family.
We can predict
the weather together.
This calculus was done
by an intoxicated toddler.
No, this should be the partial
of u squared plus v squared,
where v is velocity over two.
[light, dramatic theme playing]
[phone ringing]
Charlie: What is it, Rusty?
Rusty [sighs]: Don't worry.
It's not another heart attack.
Are you okay?
[breathlessly]
Well, see
-Dad.
-I was fixing myself a drink.
And this angry fella
jumped out of nowhere.
What do you mean,
this angry fella, Dad?
Wh-What's happened?
What's going on?
Oh, baby, it's not looking good
for your old pappy.
Charlie Bear, come quick.
Charlie: Okay, Dad, hey.
I'm gonna hang up now.
Okay.
I gotta call an ambulance.
I'm on my way.
Dad, do you hear me?
Daddy!
[tense theme building]
[screaming]
Man 1: Fuck!
Shut up!
I said shut the fuck up!
-Man 2: Jesus Christ, Zack!
-Zack: Damn it!
Why'd you have to use my name?
We won't tell.
We won't tell.
You won't tell? Girl,
I just blew your mama to bits.
Do you really think you're
making it out of here alive?
We need
to get out of here, man.
As soon as we can,
Charlie, we run.
-Okay?
-[shotgun racks]
Zack: You telling her
to run away, huh?
What'd she say to you,
baby girl?
Oh, come on,
ain't we gonna be friends?
Sam: Stop! Leave her alone.
You leave us alone,
Zack Culpepper.
Come on, brother,
we had a deal.
Sure. I mean, a man's only
as good as his word, right?
Stop it! Stop!
-Come on, Zack! Enough!
-[Sam sobbing, gasping]
Zack: Just having a little fun,
brother.
Let's just get this over with.
Fuck, man, the cops are here.
-Zack: Shit.
-All right.
Let's move. Go!
-Open the door!
-Zack: Shut up!
You scream,
I shoot you both dead.
Keep your mouth shut.
[suspenseful theme playing]
[Charlie & Sam panting]
All right. Stop right here.
-Get over here!
-Sam: Charlie.
I can't see.
You have to run without me.
When I tell you to,
you need to run, okay?
Please, Charlie,
you have to run.
I can't leave you, Sam.
We're gonna need
to slit her throat.
She's just a kid.
What the fuck are you doing?
Charlie. Now you have to go.
Charlie, go now.
I want you to run.
Charlie, go!
[gunshot]
Sam!
[dramatic theme building]
Gamma: Samantha,
one day you will be gone
from this stifling town,
and you will find your place.
And you will give love just
as fiercely as you receive it.
Everything that is lacking here,
you will find
out in that big, vibrant world.
You just have to promise me
one thing.
Young Charlie:
If you find yourself
trapped in an avalanche
That you will always,
always take care of Charlie.
Young Charlie: Put your hands
in front of your face
-to create a pocket of air.
-Gamma: You find her.
Don't make her find you.
Promise me.
[upbeat,
dramatic theme playing]
Rusty [breathlessly]:
Hey, Sam.
Hey, Sammy-Sam.
I'm sorry, baby.
You have to come home.
Your sister needs you.
You took the air
Out of my lungs ♪
Whispered "You're weak"
But you were wrong ♪
Like you could rip
The roots from me ♪
And I'd just crawl silently ♪
From this land by your hand ♪
I'm a wicker woman
Put a lighter in my chest ♪
Thought I wouldn't do it
I meant every word I said ♪
Ooh, don't test me now
I'm burning out ♪
I found the fire
That I've always needed ♪
Say you love me now
Too late ♪
Somehow I found the fire
That I've always needed ♪
I'm a wicker woman
With a ♪
I'm a wicker woman
With a ♪
I'm a wicker woman
With a lighter in my chest ♪
[singer vocalizing]
[Freya Ridings' "Wicker Woman"
continues playing]
Ooh, don't test me now ♪
I'm burning out ♪
I found a fire
That I've always needed ♪
Say you love me now
Too late ♪
Somehow I am the fire
That I've always needed ♪
I'm a wicker woman
With a ♪
I'm a wicker woman
With a ♪
I'm a wicker woman
With a lighter in my chest ♪