The Good Daughter (2026) s01e02 Episode Script
What Happened to Sam
1
[dramatic theme playing]
Gamma: She's a child.
I won't let you touch her!
[gunshot]
[sighs]
I think we switched phones
last night when we, um
[clears throat]
-Hey.
-[gunshot]
-[school bell rings]
-Keith: Kelly Wilson is 18.
Kenny:
We're talking death penalty.
[breathing heavily]
-Dawson: Hands in the air.
-[Kelly yelping]
Kelly Wilson, listen to me.
Don't give them
any reason to hurt you.
She sounds like
her fucking father.
-[phone clatters]
-I want you to get
those fucking handcuffs
off my wife.
Charlie: You're gonna give
yourself another heart attack.
It's not my heart
I'm worried about.
Charlie:
Dad
if I knew how to fix
things with Ben, I would.
You leave us alone,
Zack Culpepper.
Samantha, you will always
take care of Charlie.
Charlie, go!
Sam.
Sammy-Sam, oh, baby,
you have to come home.
Your sister needs you.
[dramatic theme playing]
Sam: That was from
Delaney at Nippon?
Well, they usually beg for mercy
around the 750 mark.
You should look at Zampada
v Corrugated, 2012.
No, call me back.
[keyboard clacks]
Young Sam:
Dad should be here.
[sighs]
It's his fault
our real house burned down.
It's his fault
we never have any money.
Technically, on the house,
it was a Molotov
cocktail's fault.
Or the thrower,
more specifically.
Gamma: Okay, that is
terribly misleading.
One cannot buy every single item
from this box for $1.
-It's an inelegant fix, but
-Young Sam: Where's Dad?
Why can't we go
to a real store?
Everything in here
fucking sucks.
If you're going to start using
variations of the word "fuck,"
you need to dig deeper
from your diaphragm
to emphasize the word.
This fucking sucks.
Do you see the difference?
You push out the breath.
Fuh, fuh, fuh.
This fucking sucks!
Mama.
Your father
is at the courthouse,
waiting to hear a decision
as to whether his case
has been dismissed.
So another rapist
can rape again?
My brilliant girl.
You know, I will always give you
as much rope as you need.
But I will not allow you
to use it to hang your father.
It's really on the nose,
considering what happened.
Always aim for the nose.
Dad cares more about lowlifes
and criminals than he does us.
Your father cares
about fairness.
He cares about you.
He cares about Charlie.
And he cares about the world
you have to live in.
In that order.
Stanislav: We're ten minutes
out, Miss Quinn.
You said two hours.
-Then we go back.
-Yeah.
Approximately. Maybe less.
Gamma: Who is the mayor
of this town?
Dilbert Coin.
And his brother,
Victor Coin,
does what?
Young Sam:
He's a judge.
And Judge Coin's
nephew is who?
Jonny Coin,
the district attorney.
And one day,
Johnny Coin's son Kenny
will become
the district attorney,
-correct?
-I guess.
And Keith Coin will
take over as sheriff.
And then what?
And then I won't fucking
live here anymore.
[tense theme playing]
[Freya Ridings'
"Wicker Woman" playing]
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've found the fire
That I've always needed ♪
Say you love me now ♪
Too late somehow ♪
I've found the fire
That I've always needed ♪
I'm a wicker woman with ♪
I'm a wicker woman with ♪
I'm a wicker woman with a ♪
Lighter in my chest ♪
[woman speaking
indistinctly over PA]
Daddy, hey!
Hey. You okay?
[breathing loudly]
Death snickers at us all,
my dear.
The eternal footman
will not hold my coat forever.
Oh, don't fucking Prufrock me.
I thought you were gonna die.
[sniffles]
Six hour surgery, and they still
couldn't fix his personality.
Rusty: Ha! [chuckles]
Daddy,
who did this to you?
I was set upon by a group
of international terrorists
who occupied the building
during a holiday party.
Was your estranged wife
working for
a Japanese conglomerate?
-Indeed she was.
-Oh, my God.
The look on her face when
I came through that heating vent
-with guns blazing.
-Screaming:
-"Yippee ki yay, motherfucker."
-[Charlie sighs]
-[Ben imitates finger guns]
-[chuckles]
Die Hard.
Both of you,
stop fucking around.
Hey, Rusty,
somebody tried
to murder you.
I was stabbed. It was dark.
I didn't have a chance to
exchange details with the fella.
Well, how did you know
it was a fella?
That's a complicated question
with an equally
complicated answer.
Gonna be hard for Kenny to
build a prosecution off that.
There's more important
things to deal with.
Hey, can you stop
futzing with that?
I'm trying to talk
to you about something.
[music plays on TV]
And now we'll go live
-Charlie: Dad.
-to the press conference
at the Pikeville
Sheriff's Station.
Kenny [over TV]:
Baby Emma Alexander,
that precious child.
She was a miracle baby.
That's what her family
called her.
The baby.
Such a tiny little thing.
Poor innocent little sprite
came around the corner
and was shot down
like a helpless fawn.
Principal Douglas Pinkman
heroically tried to stop
the shooter in her tracks,
but was murdered in cold blood.
Kelly Wilson was prepared
to shoot every child
in that school.
Your boss draws
an interesting picture.
Not my box of crayons.
The Coins don't give a shit
that you got stabbed.
The GBI should handle
this investigation.
I'm going to talk
to that agentWolford?
[remote beeping]
Rusty!
Kenny: The tragedies would
not have ended there.
[sighing] Goddamn it.
Kenny: I will not rest
until I have secured
the conviction
-of Kelly Wilson
-[Ben chuckling]
and see her
sentenced to death
Thanks a lot, for the support.
Kenny: I made this promise
to the widow, Judith Pinkman,
and the parents
of baby Emma Alexander
that Kelly Wilson would
pay the ultimate penalty
for her senseless
murderous rampage.
He's lying. He clearly
knows who stabbed him.
You need to talk
some sense into him.
Why is that my job?
Because he listens
to you, Ben. He--
He respects you.
You need to tell him.
He has to take this seriously.
Well, he respects me 'cause
I don't tell him what to do.
How about standing up for me,
hmm? How about taking my side?
The way that you've been on
my side for the past two years?
Oh, Jesus. You really think now
is the time to bust my balls?
Okay, fine.
I'm an awful person.
I'm a heartless monster,
and I destroyed our marriage.
Are you happy now?
No.
[Charlie sighs]
Ben.
[sighs]
[sighs]
[dramatic theme playing]
-I hope your father is okay.
-Quinns are very hard to kill.
[breathes deeply]
Lenore: Samantha?
Sam: Aunt Lenore.
How's Rusty?
He was touch and go,
but they stopped bleeding.
They know who stabbed him?
Can you prove you were
in New York when it happened?
It's good to see you.
It's good to see
you too, baby.
Let's get this over with.
[elevator chimes]
[Sam sighs]
Did a clown convince you
to follow him into the sewer?
He had candy.
You look like Gamma.
Is that Rusty's blood?
[speaking indistinctly]
Sam: Take that off.
You can't walk around
with blood on your shirt.
Ten bucks to look,
20 if you touch.
[scoffs]
Oh, I can't believe
it doesn't smell like whiskey.
[faucet runs, stops]
Why are you here?
He's my father too.
Charlie: So you saw it
on the news and 20 years later,
thought you'd saunter in
looking like
a Victorian vampire.
Technically,
all vampires are Victorian.
Hmm. You sound like Gamma too.
Rusty called me last night
and said he was dying.
He continues
to disappoint.
I think Dad knows
who stabbed him,
he just won't say anything.
Well, a school shooter's
defense is more important
to Rusty than prosecuting
a person who tried to kill him.
He wants Kelly
to have a fair trial.
Oh, God forbid we stand in the
way of what Rusty Quinn wants.
FYI, Dad's had
two heart attacks,
one triple bypass,
four scotches every night,
two packs of cigarettes
every day,
and there is nothing
I can do to stop him.
He continues to disappoint?
[dramatic theme playing]
[sobs softly]
Bye, Sam! Goodbye!
It's people like your father
who keep the Coins
from sending everyone
they don't like to prison.
Someone needs
to keep things fair,
and unfortunately
for you,
that person
is usually your father.
[shudders]
Charlie: Sam. Sam.
Ready?
Young Sam:
Well, if Rusty's so great,
how come everyone hates him?
Because the people
who benefit from the system
don't want
the system to change,
and your father is
a threat to the system. Ergo?
Ergo, we're fucked.
Much better.
Keep practicing.
[dramatic theme continues]
Sammy-Sam-Sam.
You're here.
Yes. I'm here and you're alive.
Because I could not
Stop for Death--
He kindly stopped for me--"
[Rusty chuckles]
Charlie: You need to take
it easy, dipshit.
-[Rusty laughs]
-No more working with Lenore.
All of your hearings
have been moved,
and I asked Sonny Torres
to handle Kelly Wilson's
arraignment this afternoon.
Oh, God.
Rusty: Record scratch
on the arraignment, sweetheart.
We need someone
who's quick on her feet.
Otherwise, Carter Grail is
gonna snake away my client
while I'm trapped
in this cursed purgatory.
Well, you know
I can't do it, Rusty.
-I'm a witness.
-I know.
I believe he was talking to me.
You were there,
during the shooting?
Sam can't do it.
She's not licensed
to practice in Georgia.
Of course she is.
Her fancy-pants New York
law firm has offices in Atlanta.
-[sighs]
-Just stand in for me today.
Darling, can you help
your daddy make sure
the big wheels
keep on turning?
Charlie:
She's a patent lawyer.
She's probably never even
argued in front of a judge.
All they know how to do
is help Rich Corporation A
sue Rich Corporation B
for a godzillion dollars.
Rusty: She entranced
the judges for three years
on behalf of the Portland
District Attorney's Office.
Which Portland?
Oregon.
Is this the real reason
that you called me?
Charlie can't dance around
like your trained monkey,
so you want me to?
Oh, thanks
a fuckin' lot for that.
Rusty:
Baby, listen to me.
Nobody's looking out
for this little girl, okay?
Nobody gives a damn
why Kelly Wilson did this.
Not the police, not the
investigators, not the Coins.
They think she's
a cold-blooded psychopath.
All they want to do is kill her.
Because she murdered
two people.
Samantha just talk to the girl.
Five minutes.
You'll understand why.
You're the only person I can
trust to keep the Coins honest.
Don't try to pass
that torch on to me.
Dad, you really want
to drag Sam into this?
What if the person who
stabbed you goes after her?
-That won't happen.
-How can you be sure?
-Rusty: How indeed?
-Dad!
Don't fight my battles,
Charlotte.
Don't talk to me with that
stick up your ass, Samantha.
-Don't be a smartass.
-Don't be a dumbass!
Sh-Shut your fucking mouth
when you're talking to me.
Oh, bless her heart,
she still can't sell a "fuck."
-[laughs]
-You know, you both can
fuck each other
straight to hell!
[clicks tongue]
I am aware of my dysarthria.
And you don't have
to look at each other like Fred
and Velma catching a flaw
in Scooby Doo's logic.
Whoa, Velma.
Your sister's
clearly a Daphne.
And you're still
a self-serving asshole.
I came down here
because you said you needed me.
I do, sweetheart.
But now that you're here, just
help me with this one favor.
Just this one thing
that has to be done today.
No, I won't.
I am removing myself
from this toxic relationship
where my father cares more
about his clients
than his own damn children.
[chuckles] Charlie,
you can have him.
I need this bullshit like I
need another hole in my head.
-Uh-oh.
-[Charlie chuckles]
[groans, inhaling sharply]
[cane clacking]
[sighs, clears throat]
[dramatic theme playing]
[inaudible dialogue]
Charlie, you know, I only have
16% of the peripheral vision
-in my left eye.
-What is that?
I'm suing Rich Corporation A
on behalf of Rich Corporation B
for a patent violation involving
a pintle hinge mechanism.
Over one of those gross tampon
containers in public bathrooms?
It's called the SaniFemme 3000.
Should be called
the motherfucker
'cause that's how you feel
when you have to use one.
[sighs]
I'm sorry about earlier. Uh
I've worked very hard to find
ways to control my temper.
Horse tranquilizers?
-Meditation.
-Charlie: Mm.
I tried that once.
Irritated the shit out of me.
Why were you at the school
yesterday morning?
I handle
a lot of juvie clients.
I needed an affidavit
signed by a teacher.
I was in his classroom
when Miss Heller started
screaming for help,
so we ran to help.
On the news, it said
it was Judith Pinkman.
-Miss Heller married Pink?
-Yeah. Weird, right?
He was such a good coach.
Always made me feel like
I could win every race.
He made me feel like I should
sit with Mom in the bleachers.
They're calling Pink a hero.
Guess he tried to stop Kelly.
And Huck-- Er
Mr. Huckabee talked Kelly
into giving him the gun.
Huckabee?
What's his first name?
I have no idea.
Well, how did you prepare
an affidavit without knowing
the teacher's full legal name?
Oh, wow.
You really were a prosecutor.
Charlie, this is important.
Was it Mason Huckabee?
Charlie, don't you know?
Mason's sister was raped
by that guy from Bridge Gap,
Kevin Mitchell.
Dad got the charges
dismissed.
No, I remember that case.
Girl's name was Anna Lee.
Anna Lee Huckabee, you walnut.
I can't believe
he even talked to you.
We didn't do a lot of talking.
Whatever.
None of this matters,
Sam, you gotta go home.
You gotta go back to your world
where you meditate
and drink fancy tea
while you sue rich douchebags.
I t-travel with my fancy tea.
Dad's gonna be fine. Okay?
You know him.
A client like Kelly Wilson
gives him a reason to live.
[sighs] Sam.
I need you to go, okay?
You don't make sense here.
And Rusty and I
are gonna be fine.
Dad's in the hospital,
and you saw two people
gunned down again.
You don't know
anything about me.
We haven't seen each other
in over ten years.
Got a box turtle that knows me
better than you do.
Charlie.
Just go, Sam. Just
I want you to go.
[dramatic theme playing]
How about you have a coffee
with me and then I'll leave?
I gotta be in court. No.
Then I'll wait for you.
Sweet Mandy's is still open.
She was always so mean.
She's dead now.
Her daughter's a bitch too.
Coffee's good, though.
Okay, let's meet there
after court.
What's the point
of all this, Samantha?
Doesn't have to be
a point, Charlotte.
-Sam.
-Last word.
[dramatic theme continues]
Reporter: I'm here live
at the Pikeville courthouse
where crowds have gathered
to witness
justice being brought
to Kelly Wilson,
the alleged shooter
who perpetuated
yesterday's violence
at Pikeville High School.
As you can see behind me,
the family of baby Emma
Alexander is now entering
Jesus fucking Christ.
-Woman: It's the family.
-Man: I'm sorry about baby Emma.
Justice for Emma.
[chanting] Justice for Emma.
Justice for Emma.
-Hey, Shauna.
-Hey, girl.
-How's your dad?
-Annoyed.
The hospital doesn't
have an open bar.
-Hey, Taylor.
-Hey, Charlotte.
Thank you.
Security Officer: Just keep
moving it along, please.
Laptops out of the bag.
Cleet.
I seen your daddy's
back at the hospital.
-Did you put him there?
-Did I?
[chuckles]
-Darlene: Lyin' bitch.
-Culpepper cocksucker!
[people chuckling]
Why are we here
again, dumbass?
Jaxson:
All right. Being straight,
I didn't do nothing
this time, Miss Charlie.
It ain't my fault they
didn't give me a receipt.
-I paid for the chips.
-Charlie: Yeah.
Suspect told officer
to "kiss his Black ass"
and fled from the scene
at high speed.
Jaxson:
Now that's some bullshit,
because it wasn't
that high speed.
How is he supposed
to kiss your Black ass
if you're fleeing the scene?
Oh, my God, you were
on your grandma's scooter.
Wasn't supposed
to be chasing me anyway.
-Dude was being stupid.
-Charlie: Mm.
I looked up that dope car
your sister rolled in on.
Starts at
a quarter million bucks.
-Fuck me.
-I know, right?
Okay.
Focus, pal.
This is important.
Your job is to shut up
while I try to argue for bail.
And you, you try
not to look like
a dipshit
who loves criming, okay?
Okay.
We'll make this
real quick, Charlie.
I know you got
a lot going on.
Thank you.
Hi, Charlie.
She's fine.
But you're way hotter,
Miss Charlie.
-Oh, my God.
-Your husband
done lost his damn mind.
What? Jail's boring.
What else we got to talk
about, me being guilty?
Ben has his reasons.
You think you're the only one
I'm an asshole to?
All rise.
Pikeville County Superior Court
is now in session.
[whispering] Get up.
The honorable
Fred Coin presiding.
Stand up straight.
Dad.
[Rusty coughing]
[sighs] Really? Dad?
All right. All right.
Let me tell you
about Kelly Wilson.
Let me remind you, I said no.
I want you to know I was sorry
to read about Anton.
[melancholy theme playing]
Gamma despaired of you ever
finding a boy who's your equal.
Well, Anton was-was
so much more than that.
Rusty: I gathered.
Sammy, what's so hard
about losing the love
of your life is that
You also lose the person who you
were when you were with them.
The even harder part is figuring
out who you are without them.
Did you figure out
who you are without Gamma?
Just a handsome old cuss
with two brilliant,
tempestuous daughters.
[clears throat]
How did you know that
I worked in Portland?
Jimmy Jack's a whiz
with the computers.
I asked him to keep tabs on your
stupendous accomplishments.
You have left me
a voicemail every month
since I went away to college.
And not once did you ask me
to return your call,
let alone come back.
How are things going
with your sister?
Um, about as well
as it's going with you.
Apparently, I've been replaced
by a box turtle.
Mr. Darcy?
That old leaf eater's nothing
but a shell of his former self.
[Rusty snorts]
[chuckles]
Charlie told me that she went
to the school yesterday
to see Mason Huckabee.
What's going on?
I imagine things she does not
want her father to know about.
Is she cheating on Ben?
It's complicated,
as the kids say.
When Charlie
and I fell out in New York,
she-she told me Ben was the one.
Ben is the one.
It's only
the last little while
that your sister's ghosts
have turned into demons.
In what way?
Full disclosure, I just farted.
I'm aware.
Dad, is there something I need
to know about Charlie?
As your mother once said:
"the truth
must dazzle gradually,
or every man be blind."
Gamma was quoting
Emily Dickinson.
Is it the Culpeppers?
Have they been
harassing her again?
They've never
made her life easy.
And what about your life?
Did one of the Culpeppers
stab you?
Well, now,
that was a different fella.
A fella who's also a client?
A fella who owes you money or a
fella who just hates your guts?
My God.
[laughs, clears throat]
You still got
your courtroom chops.
I don't need
my courtroom chops.
I-I need the truth.
You can't handle the truth.
[chuckles]
All right,
let's get down to brass tacks.
Lawyer to lawyer,
I need someone who'll
stand up for Kelly Wilson.
There's more to her story
than what you're hearing.
She doesn't just need a lawyer,
she needs an advocate.
Someone who'll make sure
that things are fair
or as fair as it can be
with the Coins involved.
All right. [clears throat]
I'll make a deal with you.
What's your last word?
No, that's not
how you use last word.
I'll handle the arraignment,
but only if you agree
to back off the smoking
and the drinking so you can
eke out a few more years.
Charlie doesn't need me.
She needs you.
No dicking around, no quoting
Dickinson or Euripides
And I swear to God, if a clown
nose makes another appearance,
I'll be out of here
so fast--
-Yeah?
-Are you clear about that?
If you're gonna tie
both noses behind my back.
Yes, ma'am, Sammy-Sam!
There's a reason
so many people want you dead.
[Rusty laughs, snorts]
Amazing grace ♪
[sinister cackling]
I know what was wrong
with Kelly.
She was a fucking slut
and ended up fucking
the whole football team
in ninth grade like
the fucking slut she is,
and ended up
having six abortions
-in one fucking month.
-[men speaking indistinctly]
Man: I want
the motion filed first.
[men continue
speaking indistinctly]
[door closes]
What's up?
-I got another meeting, so
-Yeah, okay. Um
Listen, I'm sorry that
I snapped at you before.
I was just being a bitch.
-I don't know where that even--
-That's okay.
-It's okay.
-No, baby, it's not okay.
I'm sorry.
Okay. Thanks.
I should get--
Sam's gonna meet me at Sweet
Mandy's before she leaves.
That's good. Right?
She tricked me and stormed
out of Dad's room in a snit,
and instead of peeling away
in her Batmobile,
she waited downstairs
for me to come and find her.
Wow.
It's weird how she's
the only person in your family
who openly tries
to manipulate people.
-[chuckles]
-[chuckles]
Is this a new suit?
Yeah.
I shouldn't have
spent the money, but--
No, of course you should have.
It's smokin' hot.
[chuckles]
Did you get
this thing tailored?
-[chuckles]
-Let me see. Oh.
Oh, my God, these pants.
You actually have an ass.
-It's not too tight?
-No.
-It feels a little tight.
-No.
-[knocks on door]
Hey, Benny.
Meeting started.
Benny.
[chuckles]
You like the suit, huh?
I talked him into getting it.
If I thought
it would get him back,
I would smother you
to death with my bare hands
and burn chunks of your body
in my backyard
until every single piece
of you was gone.
Respect. [chuckles]
Oh, by the by,
I heard your boss lady sister's
representing Kelly Wilson
at the arraignment.
Kelly's already
downstairs.
Your poor sister's been waiting
at the jail all by herself.
She's gonna miss that window
to prep her client.
Maybe Carter Grail
can take over the case.
Samantha Quinn
never misses anything.
[people chattering
indistinctly]
Sam, you can't
represent Kelly Wilson.
You told me
you were gonna leave.
She's not even at the fucking
jail, you fucking dummy.
[panting]
What the fuck?
-Sam: Charlie!
-Fuck! What?
Sam: Why are you running
around like a crazy person?
Where are you getting
these ridiculous outfits?
-Have you joined a prairie cult?
-They transferred Kelly
to the courthouse
half an hour ago.
And the cops inside
told me to wait here.
I knew the Coins
were slippery turds,
but this is
completely unethical.
Welcome home.
They want you to be a no-show,
so their favorite
shit-stain lawyer
can take over the case.
Where's your car?
I told him to come back
in two hours, I can walk.
I use something
called a sidewalk,
you may have noticed them.
They run parallel to the roads.
[dramatic theme playing]
Charlie: You sure you want
to do this?
Sam: An arraignment's
not complicated.
It's just
a legal formality.
This isn't
a formality for Kelly.
She's gonna be exhausted.
She's probably got PTSD.
She'll be nauseated.
The food in jail is shit.
It's hard to sleep.
If she looks tired
or dispassionate in court,
that'll come across
as cold-blooded,
and you'll lose control
of the narrative.
All of that will seep out
into the jury pool.
Any more unsolicited advice?
You literally
just solicited it.
You're not a prosecutor,
so Judge Lyman's
not gonna kiss your ass.
His courtroom
is painfully formal,
and he's not gonna like
what you're wearing.
I have a long skirt
you can borrow.
Is your brain no longer
connected to your spinal cord?
We're in Pikeville, Sammy.
This isn't
New York patent court.
Well, my cases are
primarily handled through
the District
of Delaware.
Be sure to use that
imperious tone with Lyman.
He'll love it.
Sam: There's no
accessible ramp?
No. I'm fine.
[protestors
chattering indistinctly]
Fuck it.
[dramatic theme playing]
[truck engine starting]
[elevator bell dings]
Samantha Quinn
for Kelly Wilson.
Officer: ID, please.
[woman speaking
indistinctly over PA]
Keith: Lookie here, Todd.
We got Samantha Quinn,
all the way from New York City.
I had to come down
and see for myself.
How you doing, girl?
Is there, uh, anything
the sheriff's office
can handle for you?
What's the status
of the investigation
into my father's stabbing?
See, I need to keep on my
toes with you big-city lawyers.
This strikes me
as odd,
you representin' somebody
who murdered two people.
Everyone has the right
to a vigorous defense.
I'm ready when you are.
[door buzzer sounding,
lock clicks open]
Keith: Take care of
yourself, Samantha.
I'd hate to have to pull
you out of the creekagain.
Hey.
What are you doing here?
Has your dad said anything
about Kelly at all?
Like, is she holding up okay?
Yeah, she's in good hands.
How about you?
[sighs] I mean, she reminds me
of my sister, you know?
They called it
"being stupid" back then,
but Anna Lee wasn't stupid.
You know, I was the one that
found her hanging in the barn.
Your dad tell you that?
Lookwhat I told you
yesterday about the gun,
I think it's best
if I just go--
No, you didn't tell me
anything, okay?
Because if you did,
I could be called to testify.
And I would have
to tell them that you tried
to protect Kelly by doing
something incredibly stupid.
And you would go to prison
for a very long time.
Huck, you need to go home.
Okay.
[tense theme playing]
[sighs]
[inaudible dialogue]
[doors unlocking]
Ma'am, you can't have
that cane in here.
-It could be used as a weapon.
-Under the ADA, I'm entitled
-to be able to bring my--
-Either hand it over,
or I'm gonna have
to take her back.
You can reclaim this
from security upstairs.
[door closes and locks]
Kelly, I'm Samantha Quinn.
I'm Rusty Quinn's
eldest daughter.
I'm going to be handling
your arraignment today.
The process should go quickly.
You won't need to speak.
It won't take more
than a few minutes,
and then you'll be returned
to the jail.
You talk fast.
Let's start over.
Do you have
any questions for me?
Well, I was wondering about
your leg on account of the cane.
I suffered a traumatic
brain injury when I was 16.
I'm all right now,
but sometimes when I get tired,
I need a cane to help me walk.
Tell me about the jail.
Are they treating you well?
There's some real mean people.
But I'm okay, I guess.
Is your sister
all right?
That cop smacked her
real hard yesterday.
And your daddy
told me she's tough.
But I seen her pass out
on the floor.
Did my father warn you to not
speak to anyone at the jail
and to be careful about
what you say on the phone?
Yes, ma'am.
Only I-I had to tell
the guards I was feeling
a little sickly
from the food.
They was real nice, though.
Like I said, ev-everybody's
been treating me real nice.
Except for some
of the mean ones?
Yes, ma'am.
There's been some mean ones,
that's for sure.
Okay.
All you need to know
is that it's my job
to talk to the judge.
He'll ask me some questions
and I will answer them.
What kind of questions?
The first one will be
how you plead to the charges.
And I will answer
that you plead not guilty.
But, ma'am,
the gun was in my hand.
Them cops seen it.
And your sister
and Mr. Huckabee too.
We shouldn't go
into the details now.
Okay, but Mr. Pinkman
and that little girl,
when they died, it was me
drawin' down on 'em.
The gun was in my hand.
Do you have a boyfriend?
[chuckles]
No, ma'am.
There was this boy I was liking
named Adam Humphrey.
He's got brown hair,
and he drives a Camaro.
But we don't go together
or nothing.
What about adults?
Has there been anyone
who's gone out of their way
to talk to you or help you?
Well, ma'am, everybody
at the school is real helpful.
That's why they're there,
to help kids learn.
So they're all very nice,
just like the people
over at the jail?
Yes, ma'am.
Everybody's real nice.
Kelly, you said
yesterday at the school,
you saw a police officer
hit my sister.
-Her name is Charlie.
-Yes, ma'am, I saw.
Did Charlie hurt anybody?
No, ma'am.
Are you sure
Charlie didn't hurt anybody?
This is very important, Kelly.
Well
I don't know if she did or not.
Tell me the truth.
I think you saw
Charlie hurt someone.
I'm sorry, ma'am,
I-I don't mean to lie to you.
I know you're trying
to help me.
Then admit the truth.
You saw Charlie hurt someone?
Yes, ma'am.
Now that I think on it,
maybe she did hurt somebody.
-Did she hurt you?
-Maybe.
I can't use "maybe"
to help you, Kelly.
I think you saw Charlie
hurt somebody else
who was in
that hallway, correct?
Yes, ma'am. That's what I saw.
She hurt one of them
cops real bad.
Kelly, the things we've
talked about in here today,
they need to stay
between us, okay?
No one needs to know
what we've said.
-Understood?
-Yes, ma'am.
I just don't want to get
in trouble for lying.
He said it makes it worse
when you lie.
Who said that?
The man who made the videos.
What videos?
I'm sorry, ma'am,
I think I'm not supposed
to talk about it.
I'm your lawyer,
so I don't count.
What did he say
his name was?
Alls I remember was he was
wearing a black cowboy hat
and a police uniform.
Was it Sheriff Coin?
I guess, ma'am.
You said videos, which means
there's more than one recording.
Yes, ma'am,
but that's my fault.
We had to restart a couple,
three times
'cause I kept messing up
what I was supposed to say.
He told you what to say?
-Did you confess?
-[alarm blaring]
Announcer [over PA]: A fire
emergency has been reported
-[door unlocks]
-Kelly, I need to know
-what you said--
-Ma'am, you need to exit
-that way.
-Kelly. Don't talk to anyone,
Kelly. Understand?
-Don't talk to anyone, Kelly.
-Let's go.
Don't talk to anyone.
-[door closes]
-Kelly. Kelly.
[dramatic theme playing]
[Agnes Oble's
"The Curse" playing]
And the people went
Into their hide, ay-oh ♪
Only then would they know ♪
A blessing in disguise ♪
The curse ruled from
The underground ♪
Down by the shore ♪
And their hope grew
With a hunger ♪
To live unlike before ♪
Mmm ♪
Mmm ♪
[dramatic theme playing]
Gamma: She's a child.
I won't let you touch her!
[gunshot]
[sighs]
I think we switched phones
last night when we, um
[clears throat]
-Hey.
-[gunshot]
-[school bell rings]
-Keith: Kelly Wilson is 18.
Kenny:
We're talking death penalty.
[breathing heavily]
-Dawson: Hands in the air.
-[Kelly yelping]
Kelly Wilson, listen to me.
Don't give them
any reason to hurt you.
She sounds like
her fucking father.
-[phone clatters]
-I want you to get
those fucking handcuffs
off my wife.
Charlie: You're gonna give
yourself another heart attack.
It's not my heart
I'm worried about.
Charlie:
Dad
if I knew how to fix
things with Ben, I would.
You leave us alone,
Zack Culpepper.
Samantha, you will always
take care of Charlie.
Charlie, go!
Sam.
Sammy-Sam, oh, baby,
you have to come home.
Your sister needs you.
[dramatic theme playing]
Sam: That was from
Delaney at Nippon?
Well, they usually beg for mercy
around the 750 mark.
You should look at Zampada
v Corrugated, 2012.
No, call me back.
[keyboard clacks]
Young Sam:
Dad should be here.
[sighs]
It's his fault
our real house burned down.
It's his fault
we never have any money.
Technically, on the house,
it was a Molotov
cocktail's fault.
Or the thrower,
more specifically.
Gamma: Okay, that is
terribly misleading.
One cannot buy every single item
from this box for $1.
-It's an inelegant fix, but
-Young Sam: Where's Dad?
Why can't we go
to a real store?
Everything in here
fucking sucks.
If you're going to start using
variations of the word "fuck,"
you need to dig deeper
from your diaphragm
to emphasize the word.
This fucking sucks.
Do you see the difference?
You push out the breath.
Fuh, fuh, fuh.
This fucking sucks!
Mama.
Your father
is at the courthouse,
waiting to hear a decision
as to whether his case
has been dismissed.
So another rapist
can rape again?
My brilliant girl.
You know, I will always give you
as much rope as you need.
But I will not allow you
to use it to hang your father.
It's really on the nose,
considering what happened.
Always aim for the nose.
Dad cares more about lowlifes
and criminals than he does us.
Your father cares
about fairness.
He cares about you.
He cares about Charlie.
And he cares about the world
you have to live in.
In that order.
Stanislav: We're ten minutes
out, Miss Quinn.
You said two hours.
-Then we go back.
-Yeah.
Approximately. Maybe less.
Gamma: Who is the mayor
of this town?
Dilbert Coin.
And his brother,
Victor Coin,
does what?
Young Sam:
He's a judge.
And Judge Coin's
nephew is who?
Jonny Coin,
the district attorney.
And one day,
Johnny Coin's son Kenny
will become
the district attorney,
-correct?
-I guess.
And Keith Coin will
take over as sheriff.
And then what?
And then I won't fucking
live here anymore.
[tense theme playing]
[Freya Ridings'
"Wicker Woman" playing]
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've found the fire
That I've always needed ♪
Say you love me now ♪
Too late somehow ♪
I've found the fire
That I've always needed ♪
I'm a wicker woman with ♪
I'm a wicker woman with ♪
I'm a wicker woman with a ♪
Lighter in my chest ♪
[woman speaking
indistinctly over PA]
Daddy, hey!
Hey. You okay?
[breathing loudly]
Death snickers at us all,
my dear.
The eternal footman
will not hold my coat forever.
Oh, don't fucking Prufrock me.
I thought you were gonna die.
[sniffles]
Six hour surgery, and they still
couldn't fix his personality.
Rusty: Ha! [chuckles]
Daddy,
who did this to you?
I was set upon by a group
of international terrorists
who occupied the building
during a holiday party.
Was your estranged wife
working for
a Japanese conglomerate?
-Indeed she was.
-Oh, my God.
The look on her face when
I came through that heating vent
-with guns blazing.
-Screaming:
-"Yippee ki yay, motherfucker."
-[Charlie sighs]
-[Ben imitates finger guns]
-[chuckles]
Die Hard.
Both of you,
stop fucking around.
Hey, Rusty,
somebody tried
to murder you.
I was stabbed. It was dark.
I didn't have a chance to
exchange details with the fella.
Well, how did you know
it was a fella?
That's a complicated question
with an equally
complicated answer.
Gonna be hard for Kenny to
build a prosecution off that.
There's more important
things to deal with.
Hey, can you stop
futzing with that?
I'm trying to talk
to you about something.
[music plays on TV]
And now we'll go live
-Charlie: Dad.
-to the press conference
at the Pikeville
Sheriff's Station.
Kenny [over TV]:
Baby Emma Alexander,
that precious child.
She was a miracle baby.
That's what her family
called her.
The baby.
Such a tiny little thing.
Poor innocent little sprite
came around the corner
and was shot down
like a helpless fawn.
Principal Douglas Pinkman
heroically tried to stop
the shooter in her tracks,
but was murdered in cold blood.
Kelly Wilson was prepared
to shoot every child
in that school.
Your boss draws
an interesting picture.
Not my box of crayons.
The Coins don't give a shit
that you got stabbed.
The GBI should handle
this investigation.
I'm going to talk
to that agentWolford?
[remote beeping]
Rusty!
Kenny: The tragedies would
not have ended there.
[sighing] Goddamn it.
Kenny: I will not rest
until I have secured
the conviction
-of Kelly Wilson
-[Ben chuckling]
and see her
sentenced to death
Thanks a lot, for the support.
Kenny: I made this promise
to the widow, Judith Pinkman,
and the parents
of baby Emma Alexander
that Kelly Wilson would
pay the ultimate penalty
for her senseless
murderous rampage.
He's lying. He clearly
knows who stabbed him.
You need to talk
some sense into him.
Why is that my job?
Because he listens
to you, Ben. He--
He respects you.
You need to tell him.
He has to take this seriously.
Well, he respects me 'cause
I don't tell him what to do.
How about standing up for me,
hmm? How about taking my side?
The way that you've been on
my side for the past two years?
Oh, Jesus. You really think now
is the time to bust my balls?
Okay, fine.
I'm an awful person.
I'm a heartless monster,
and I destroyed our marriage.
Are you happy now?
No.
[Charlie sighs]
Ben.
[sighs]
[sighs]
[dramatic theme playing]
-I hope your father is okay.
-Quinns are very hard to kill.
[breathes deeply]
Lenore: Samantha?
Sam: Aunt Lenore.
How's Rusty?
He was touch and go,
but they stopped bleeding.
They know who stabbed him?
Can you prove you were
in New York when it happened?
It's good to see you.
It's good to see
you too, baby.
Let's get this over with.
[elevator chimes]
[Sam sighs]
Did a clown convince you
to follow him into the sewer?
He had candy.
You look like Gamma.
Is that Rusty's blood?
[speaking indistinctly]
Sam: Take that off.
You can't walk around
with blood on your shirt.
Ten bucks to look,
20 if you touch.
[scoffs]
Oh, I can't believe
it doesn't smell like whiskey.
[faucet runs, stops]
Why are you here?
He's my father too.
Charlie: So you saw it
on the news and 20 years later,
thought you'd saunter in
looking like
a Victorian vampire.
Technically,
all vampires are Victorian.
Hmm. You sound like Gamma too.
Rusty called me last night
and said he was dying.
He continues
to disappoint.
I think Dad knows
who stabbed him,
he just won't say anything.
Well, a school shooter's
defense is more important
to Rusty than prosecuting
a person who tried to kill him.
He wants Kelly
to have a fair trial.
Oh, God forbid we stand in the
way of what Rusty Quinn wants.
FYI, Dad's had
two heart attacks,
one triple bypass,
four scotches every night,
two packs of cigarettes
every day,
and there is nothing
I can do to stop him.
He continues to disappoint?
[dramatic theme playing]
[sobs softly]
Bye, Sam! Goodbye!
It's people like your father
who keep the Coins
from sending everyone
they don't like to prison.
Someone needs
to keep things fair,
and unfortunately
for you,
that person
is usually your father.
[shudders]
Charlie: Sam. Sam.
Ready?
Young Sam:
Well, if Rusty's so great,
how come everyone hates him?
Because the people
who benefit from the system
don't want
the system to change,
and your father is
a threat to the system. Ergo?
Ergo, we're fucked.
Much better.
Keep practicing.
[dramatic theme continues]
Sammy-Sam-Sam.
You're here.
Yes. I'm here and you're alive.
Because I could not
Stop for Death--
He kindly stopped for me--"
[Rusty chuckles]
Charlie: You need to take
it easy, dipshit.
-[Rusty laughs]
-No more working with Lenore.
All of your hearings
have been moved,
and I asked Sonny Torres
to handle Kelly Wilson's
arraignment this afternoon.
Oh, God.
Rusty: Record scratch
on the arraignment, sweetheart.
We need someone
who's quick on her feet.
Otherwise, Carter Grail is
gonna snake away my client
while I'm trapped
in this cursed purgatory.
Well, you know
I can't do it, Rusty.
-I'm a witness.
-I know.
I believe he was talking to me.
You were there,
during the shooting?
Sam can't do it.
She's not licensed
to practice in Georgia.
Of course she is.
Her fancy-pants New York
law firm has offices in Atlanta.
-[sighs]
-Just stand in for me today.
Darling, can you help
your daddy make sure
the big wheels
keep on turning?
Charlie:
She's a patent lawyer.
She's probably never even
argued in front of a judge.
All they know how to do
is help Rich Corporation A
sue Rich Corporation B
for a godzillion dollars.
Rusty: She entranced
the judges for three years
on behalf of the Portland
District Attorney's Office.
Which Portland?
Oregon.
Is this the real reason
that you called me?
Charlie can't dance around
like your trained monkey,
so you want me to?
Oh, thanks
a fuckin' lot for that.
Rusty:
Baby, listen to me.
Nobody's looking out
for this little girl, okay?
Nobody gives a damn
why Kelly Wilson did this.
Not the police, not the
investigators, not the Coins.
They think she's
a cold-blooded psychopath.
All they want to do is kill her.
Because she murdered
two people.
Samantha just talk to the girl.
Five minutes.
You'll understand why.
You're the only person I can
trust to keep the Coins honest.
Don't try to pass
that torch on to me.
Dad, you really want
to drag Sam into this?
What if the person who
stabbed you goes after her?
-That won't happen.
-How can you be sure?
-Rusty: How indeed?
-Dad!
Don't fight my battles,
Charlotte.
Don't talk to me with that
stick up your ass, Samantha.
-Don't be a smartass.
-Don't be a dumbass!
Sh-Shut your fucking mouth
when you're talking to me.
Oh, bless her heart,
she still can't sell a "fuck."
-[laughs]
-You know, you both can
fuck each other
straight to hell!
[clicks tongue]
I am aware of my dysarthria.
And you don't have
to look at each other like Fred
and Velma catching a flaw
in Scooby Doo's logic.
Whoa, Velma.
Your sister's
clearly a Daphne.
And you're still
a self-serving asshole.
I came down here
because you said you needed me.
I do, sweetheart.
But now that you're here, just
help me with this one favor.
Just this one thing
that has to be done today.
No, I won't.
I am removing myself
from this toxic relationship
where my father cares more
about his clients
than his own damn children.
[chuckles] Charlie,
you can have him.
I need this bullshit like I
need another hole in my head.
-Uh-oh.
-[Charlie chuckles]
[groans, inhaling sharply]
[cane clacking]
[sighs, clears throat]
[dramatic theme playing]
[inaudible dialogue]
Charlie, you know, I only have
16% of the peripheral vision
-in my left eye.
-What is that?
I'm suing Rich Corporation A
on behalf of Rich Corporation B
for a patent violation involving
a pintle hinge mechanism.
Over one of those gross tampon
containers in public bathrooms?
It's called the SaniFemme 3000.
Should be called
the motherfucker
'cause that's how you feel
when you have to use one.
[sighs]
I'm sorry about earlier. Uh
I've worked very hard to find
ways to control my temper.
Horse tranquilizers?
-Meditation.
-Charlie: Mm.
I tried that once.
Irritated the shit out of me.
Why were you at the school
yesterday morning?
I handle
a lot of juvie clients.
I needed an affidavit
signed by a teacher.
I was in his classroom
when Miss Heller started
screaming for help,
so we ran to help.
On the news, it said
it was Judith Pinkman.
-Miss Heller married Pink?
-Yeah. Weird, right?
He was such a good coach.
Always made me feel like
I could win every race.
He made me feel like I should
sit with Mom in the bleachers.
They're calling Pink a hero.
Guess he tried to stop Kelly.
And Huck-- Er
Mr. Huckabee talked Kelly
into giving him the gun.
Huckabee?
What's his first name?
I have no idea.
Well, how did you prepare
an affidavit without knowing
the teacher's full legal name?
Oh, wow.
You really were a prosecutor.
Charlie, this is important.
Was it Mason Huckabee?
Charlie, don't you know?
Mason's sister was raped
by that guy from Bridge Gap,
Kevin Mitchell.
Dad got the charges
dismissed.
No, I remember that case.
Girl's name was Anna Lee.
Anna Lee Huckabee, you walnut.
I can't believe
he even talked to you.
We didn't do a lot of talking.
Whatever.
None of this matters,
Sam, you gotta go home.
You gotta go back to your world
where you meditate
and drink fancy tea
while you sue rich douchebags.
I t-travel with my fancy tea.
Dad's gonna be fine. Okay?
You know him.
A client like Kelly Wilson
gives him a reason to live.
[sighs] Sam.
I need you to go, okay?
You don't make sense here.
And Rusty and I
are gonna be fine.
Dad's in the hospital,
and you saw two people
gunned down again.
You don't know
anything about me.
We haven't seen each other
in over ten years.
Got a box turtle that knows me
better than you do.
Charlie.
Just go, Sam. Just
I want you to go.
[dramatic theme playing]
How about you have a coffee
with me and then I'll leave?
I gotta be in court. No.
Then I'll wait for you.
Sweet Mandy's is still open.
She was always so mean.
She's dead now.
Her daughter's a bitch too.
Coffee's good, though.
Okay, let's meet there
after court.
What's the point
of all this, Samantha?
Doesn't have to be
a point, Charlotte.
-Sam.
-Last word.
[dramatic theme continues]
Reporter: I'm here live
at the Pikeville courthouse
where crowds have gathered
to witness
justice being brought
to Kelly Wilson,
the alleged shooter
who perpetuated
yesterday's violence
at Pikeville High School.
As you can see behind me,
the family of baby Emma
Alexander is now entering
Jesus fucking Christ.
-Woman: It's the family.
-Man: I'm sorry about baby Emma.
Justice for Emma.
[chanting] Justice for Emma.
Justice for Emma.
-Hey, Shauna.
-Hey, girl.
-How's your dad?
-Annoyed.
The hospital doesn't
have an open bar.
-Hey, Taylor.
-Hey, Charlotte.
Thank you.
Security Officer: Just keep
moving it along, please.
Laptops out of the bag.
Cleet.
I seen your daddy's
back at the hospital.
-Did you put him there?
-Did I?
[chuckles]
-Darlene: Lyin' bitch.
-Culpepper cocksucker!
[people chuckling]
Why are we here
again, dumbass?
Jaxson:
All right. Being straight,
I didn't do nothing
this time, Miss Charlie.
It ain't my fault they
didn't give me a receipt.
-I paid for the chips.
-Charlie: Yeah.
Suspect told officer
to "kiss his Black ass"
and fled from the scene
at high speed.
Jaxson:
Now that's some bullshit,
because it wasn't
that high speed.
How is he supposed
to kiss your Black ass
if you're fleeing the scene?
Oh, my God, you were
on your grandma's scooter.
Wasn't supposed
to be chasing me anyway.
-Dude was being stupid.
-Charlie: Mm.
I looked up that dope car
your sister rolled in on.
Starts at
a quarter million bucks.
-Fuck me.
-I know, right?
Okay.
Focus, pal.
This is important.
Your job is to shut up
while I try to argue for bail.
And you, you try
not to look like
a dipshit
who loves criming, okay?
Okay.
We'll make this
real quick, Charlie.
I know you got
a lot going on.
Thank you.
Hi, Charlie.
She's fine.
But you're way hotter,
Miss Charlie.
-Oh, my God.
-Your husband
done lost his damn mind.
What? Jail's boring.
What else we got to talk
about, me being guilty?
Ben has his reasons.
You think you're the only one
I'm an asshole to?
All rise.
Pikeville County Superior Court
is now in session.
[whispering] Get up.
The honorable
Fred Coin presiding.
Stand up straight.
Dad.
[Rusty coughing]
[sighs] Really? Dad?
All right. All right.
Let me tell you
about Kelly Wilson.
Let me remind you, I said no.
I want you to know I was sorry
to read about Anton.
[melancholy theme playing]
Gamma despaired of you ever
finding a boy who's your equal.
Well, Anton was-was
so much more than that.
Rusty: I gathered.
Sammy, what's so hard
about losing the love
of your life is that
You also lose the person who you
were when you were with them.
The even harder part is figuring
out who you are without them.
Did you figure out
who you are without Gamma?
Just a handsome old cuss
with two brilliant,
tempestuous daughters.
[clears throat]
How did you know that
I worked in Portland?
Jimmy Jack's a whiz
with the computers.
I asked him to keep tabs on your
stupendous accomplishments.
You have left me
a voicemail every month
since I went away to college.
And not once did you ask me
to return your call,
let alone come back.
How are things going
with your sister?
Um, about as well
as it's going with you.
Apparently, I've been replaced
by a box turtle.
Mr. Darcy?
That old leaf eater's nothing
but a shell of his former self.
[Rusty snorts]
[chuckles]
Charlie told me that she went
to the school yesterday
to see Mason Huckabee.
What's going on?
I imagine things she does not
want her father to know about.
Is she cheating on Ben?
It's complicated,
as the kids say.
When Charlie
and I fell out in New York,
she-she told me Ben was the one.
Ben is the one.
It's only
the last little while
that your sister's ghosts
have turned into demons.
In what way?
Full disclosure, I just farted.
I'm aware.
Dad, is there something I need
to know about Charlie?
As your mother once said:
"the truth
must dazzle gradually,
or every man be blind."
Gamma was quoting
Emily Dickinson.
Is it the Culpeppers?
Have they been
harassing her again?
They've never
made her life easy.
And what about your life?
Did one of the Culpeppers
stab you?
Well, now,
that was a different fella.
A fella who's also a client?
A fella who owes you money or a
fella who just hates your guts?
My God.
[laughs, clears throat]
You still got
your courtroom chops.
I don't need
my courtroom chops.
I-I need the truth.
You can't handle the truth.
[chuckles]
All right,
let's get down to brass tacks.
Lawyer to lawyer,
I need someone who'll
stand up for Kelly Wilson.
There's more to her story
than what you're hearing.
She doesn't just need a lawyer,
she needs an advocate.
Someone who'll make sure
that things are fair
or as fair as it can be
with the Coins involved.
All right. [clears throat]
I'll make a deal with you.
What's your last word?
No, that's not
how you use last word.
I'll handle the arraignment,
but only if you agree
to back off the smoking
and the drinking so you can
eke out a few more years.
Charlie doesn't need me.
She needs you.
No dicking around, no quoting
Dickinson or Euripides
And I swear to God, if a clown
nose makes another appearance,
I'll be out of here
so fast--
-Yeah?
-Are you clear about that?
If you're gonna tie
both noses behind my back.
Yes, ma'am, Sammy-Sam!
There's a reason
so many people want you dead.
[Rusty laughs, snorts]
Amazing grace ♪
[sinister cackling]
I know what was wrong
with Kelly.
She was a fucking slut
and ended up fucking
the whole football team
in ninth grade like
the fucking slut she is,
and ended up
having six abortions
-in one fucking month.
-[men speaking indistinctly]
Man: I want
the motion filed first.
[men continue
speaking indistinctly]
[door closes]
What's up?
-I got another meeting, so
-Yeah, okay. Um
Listen, I'm sorry that
I snapped at you before.
I was just being a bitch.
-I don't know where that even--
-That's okay.
-It's okay.
-No, baby, it's not okay.
I'm sorry.
Okay. Thanks.
I should get--
Sam's gonna meet me at Sweet
Mandy's before she leaves.
That's good. Right?
She tricked me and stormed
out of Dad's room in a snit,
and instead of peeling away
in her Batmobile,
she waited downstairs
for me to come and find her.
Wow.
It's weird how she's
the only person in your family
who openly tries
to manipulate people.
-[chuckles]
-[chuckles]
Is this a new suit?
Yeah.
I shouldn't have
spent the money, but--
No, of course you should have.
It's smokin' hot.
[chuckles]
Did you get
this thing tailored?
-[chuckles]
-Let me see. Oh.
Oh, my God, these pants.
You actually have an ass.
-It's not too tight?
-No.
-It feels a little tight.
-No.
-[knocks on door]
Hey, Benny.
Meeting started.
Benny.
[chuckles]
You like the suit, huh?
I talked him into getting it.
If I thought
it would get him back,
I would smother you
to death with my bare hands
and burn chunks of your body
in my backyard
until every single piece
of you was gone.
Respect. [chuckles]
Oh, by the by,
I heard your boss lady sister's
representing Kelly Wilson
at the arraignment.
Kelly's already
downstairs.
Your poor sister's been waiting
at the jail all by herself.
She's gonna miss that window
to prep her client.
Maybe Carter Grail
can take over the case.
Samantha Quinn
never misses anything.
[people chattering
indistinctly]
Sam, you can't
represent Kelly Wilson.
You told me
you were gonna leave.
She's not even at the fucking
jail, you fucking dummy.
[panting]
What the fuck?
-Sam: Charlie!
-Fuck! What?
Sam: Why are you running
around like a crazy person?
Where are you getting
these ridiculous outfits?
-Have you joined a prairie cult?
-They transferred Kelly
to the courthouse
half an hour ago.
And the cops inside
told me to wait here.
I knew the Coins
were slippery turds,
but this is
completely unethical.
Welcome home.
They want you to be a no-show,
so their favorite
shit-stain lawyer
can take over the case.
Where's your car?
I told him to come back
in two hours, I can walk.
I use something
called a sidewalk,
you may have noticed them.
They run parallel to the roads.
[dramatic theme playing]
Charlie: You sure you want
to do this?
Sam: An arraignment's
not complicated.
It's just
a legal formality.
This isn't
a formality for Kelly.
She's gonna be exhausted.
She's probably got PTSD.
She'll be nauseated.
The food in jail is shit.
It's hard to sleep.
If she looks tired
or dispassionate in court,
that'll come across
as cold-blooded,
and you'll lose control
of the narrative.
All of that will seep out
into the jury pool.
Any more unsolicited advice?
You literally
just solicited it.
You're not a prosecutor,
so Judge Lyman's
not gonna kiss your ass.
His courtroom
is painfully formal,
and he's not gonna like
what you're wearing.
I have a long skirt
you can borrow.
Is your brain no longer
connected to your spinal cord?
We're in Pikeville, Sammy.
This isn't
New York patent court.
Well, my cases are
primarily handled through
the District
of Delaware.
Be sure to use that
imperious tone with Lyman.
He'll love it.
Sam: There's no
accessible ramp?
No. I'm fine.
[protestors
chattering indistinctly]
Fuck it.
[dramatic theme playing]
[truck engine starting]
[elevator bell dings]
Samantha Quinn
for Kelly Wilson.
Officer: ID, please.
[woman speaking
indistinctly over PA]
Keith: Lookie here, Todd.
We got Samantha Quinn,
all the way from New York City.
I had to come down
and see for myself.
How you doing, girl?
Is there, uh, anything
the sheriff's office
can handle for you?
What's the status
of the investigation
into my father's stabbing?
See, I need to keep on my
toes with you big-city lawyers.
This strikes me
as odd,
you representin' somebody
who murdered two people.
Everyone has the right
to a vigorous defense.
I'm ready when you are.
[door buzzer sounding,
lock clicks open]
Keith: Take care of
yourself, Samantha.
I'd hate to have to pull
you out of the creekagain.
Hey.
What are you doing here?
Has your dad said anything
about Kelly at all?
Like, is she holding up okay?
Yeah, she's in good hands.
How about you?
[sighs] I mean, she reminds me
of my sister, you know?
They called it
"being stupid" back then,
but Anna Lee wasn't stupid.
You know, I was the one that
found her hanging in the barn.
Your dad tell you that?
Lookwhat I told you
yesterday about the gun,
I think it's best
if I just go--
No, you didn't tell me
anything, okay?
Because if you did,
I could be called to testify.
And I would have
to tell them that you tried
to protect Kelly by doing
something incredibly stupid.
And you would go to prison
for a very long time.
Huck, you need to go home.
Okay.
[tense theme playing]
[sighs]
[inaudible dialogue]
[doors unlocking]
Ma'am, you can't have
that cane in here.
-It could be used as a weapon.
-Under the ADA, I'm entitled
-to be able to bring my--
-Either hand it over,
or I'm gonna have
to take her back.
You can reclaim this
from security upstairs.
[door closes and locks]
Kelly, I'm Samantha Quinn.
I'm Rusty Quinn's
eldest daughter.
I'm going to be handling
your arraignment today.
The process should go quickly.
You won't need to speak.
It won't take more
than a few minutes,
and then you'll be returned
to the jail.
You talk fast.
Let's start over.
Do you have
any questions for me?
Well, I was wondering about
your leg on account of the cane.
I suffered a traumatic
brain injury when I was 16.
I'm all right now,
but sometimes when I get tired,
I need a cane to help me walk.
Tell me about the jail.
Are they treating you well?
There's some real mean people.
But I'm okay, I guess.
Is your sister
all right?
That cop smacked her
real hard yesterday.
And your daddy
told me she's tough.
But I seen her pass out
on the floor.
Did my father warn you to not
speak to anyone at the jail
and to be careful about
what you say on the phone?
Yes, ma'am.
Only I-I had to tell
the guards I was feeling
a little sickly
from the food.
They was real nice, though.
Like I said, ev-everybody's
been treating me real nice.
Except for some
of the mean ones?
Yes, ma'am.
There's been some mean ones,
that's for sure.
Okay.
All you need to know
is that it's my job
to talk to the judge.
He'll ask me some questions
and I will answer them.
What kind of questions?
The first one will be
how you plead to the charges.
And I will answer
that you plead not guilty.
But, ma'am,
the gun was in my hand.
Them cops seen it.
And your sister
and Mr. Huckabee too.
We shouldn't go
into the details now.
Okay, but Mr. Pinkman
and that little girl,
when they died, it was me
drawin' down on 'em.
The gun was in my hand.
Do you have a boyfriend?
[chuckles]
No, ma'am.
There was this boy I was liking
named Adam Humphrey.
He's got brown hair,
and he drives a Camaro.
But we don't go together
or nothing.
What about adults?
Has there been anyone
who's gone out of their way
to talk to you or help you?
Well, ma'am, everybody
at the school is real helpful.
That's why they're there,
to help kids learn.
So they're all very nice,
just like the people
over at the jail?
Yes, ma'am.
Everybody's real nice.
Kelly, you said
yesterday at the school,
you saw a police officer
hit my sister.
-Her name is Charlie.
-Yes, ma'am, I saw.
Did Charlie hurt anybody?
No, ma'am.
Are you sure
Charlie didn't hurt anybody?
This is very important, Kelly.
Well
I don't know if she did or not.
Tell me the truth.
I think you saw
Charlie hurt someone.
I'm sorry, ma'am,
I-I don't mean to lie to you.
I know you're trying
to help me.
Then admit the truth.
You saw Charlie hurt someone?
Yes, ma'am.
Now that I think on it,
maybe she did hurt somebody.
-Did she hurt you?
-Maybe.
I can't use "maybe"
to help you, Kelly.
I think you saw Charlie
hurt somebody else
who was in
that hallway, correct?
Yes, ma'am. That's what I saw.
She hurt one of them
cops real bad.
Kelly, the things we've
talked about in here today,
they need to stay
between us, okay?
No one needs to know
what we've said.
-Understood?
-Yes, ma'am.
I just don't want to get
in trouble for lying.
He said it makes it worse
when you lie.
Who said that?
The man who made the videos.
What videos?
I'm sorry, ma'am,
I think I'm not supposed
to talk about it.
I'm your lawyer,
so I don't count.
What did he say
his name was?
Alls I remember was he was
wearing a black cowboy hat
and a police uniform.
Was it Sheriff Coin?
I guess, ma'am.
You said videos, which means
there's more than one recording.
Yes, ma'am,
but that's my fault.
We had to restart a couple,
three times
'cause I kept messing up
what I was supposed to say.
He told you what to say?
-Did you confess?
-[alarm blaring]
Announcer [over PA]: A fire
emergency has been reported
-[door unlocks]
-Kelly, I need to know
-what you said--
-Ma'am, you need to exit
-that way.
-Kelly. Don't talk to anyone,
Kelly. Understand?
-Don't talk to anyone, Kelly.
-Let's go.
Don't talk to anyone.
-[door closes]
-Kelly. Kelly.
[dramatic theme playing]
[Agnes Oble's
"The Curse" playing]
And the people went
Into their hide, ay-oh ♪
Only then would they know ♪
A blessing in disguise ♪
The curse ruled from
The underground ♪
Down by the shore ♪
And their hope grew
With a hunger ♪
To live unlike before ♪
Mmm ♪
Mmm ♪