The Hunting Wives (2025) s01e07 Episode Script

1
[woman] Previously on
The Hunting Wives
I just heard screaming
coming from an old cabin.
I'm thinkin' it could
be the Krummel girl.
Kaycee Krummel? You
stay where you are.
I'm ten minutes
from your location.
[Salazar] Just about the
only thing I remember
is the way he smelled.
Vodka and cinnamon gum.
-Abby, I know.
-What do you know?
[Pete] Brad told me everything,
about what you did.
Brad told you that
she had an abortion?
[Jill] What?
My son didn't do anything wrong.
You need to leave my house.
Well, you watch what
happens if you fuck around
and you make me come back here.
[Flynn] Sophie O'Neil?
Your gun was used to
kill Abby Jackson.
I didn't know that girl,
so I-I have no
reason to hurt her.
Well, you were blacked out,
so you don't really know
what happened, do you?
Until this is resolved,
I don't think you
should be in the house.
[Margo] If Brad
got Abby pregnant,
and if Jill found
out about it
Who knows what she would do.
-Get you in there.
-[breathing heavily]
-There we go.
-[mutters groggily]
You stay put now.
[dramatic music playing]
[music fades]
Pills to feel calm ♪
Pills to get high ♪
It's a little too
late To be on time ♪
Gin that smells
Of turpentine ♪
All I wanna do Is
have a good time ♪
All I wanna do
Is roll the dice ♪
-[haunting, sultry vocalizing]
-[mellow music playing]
[song fades, echoes]
He's down in Alabama ♪
["Shout Bamalama" by The
Detroit Cobras playing]
[screaming]
-[nurse] Deep breath.
-[controlled panting]
[screaming]
-[sobbing]
-One more push now.
-You got this, Mom.
-[mutters]
-[crying] Okay.
-Okay.
-Okay. Okay.
-Take a deep breath.
-[inhales deeply]
-And push!
-[screaming]
-Yes.
-Yes.
-[doctor] I got him!
-And you got a healthy baby boy.
-[baby cries]
[gasping] Oh Oh, thank God.
[nurse] We'll go get
him cleaned up for you.
[wailing]
[panting]
[breathlessly] Oh,
thank you, God.
-[indistinct PA announcement]
-[baby crying]
[breathing heavily]
-[gentle music playing]
-Oh, hello.
-[crying]
-Oh, yes, yes.
Here we go. Got him?
Got his head.
-[whimpering]
-[nurse] That's it.
[Jill] Oh, hello!
-[fussing]
-Hello, baby boy.
Hello, Bradley!
[whispers] I love you.
[nurse] Aw
[fussing]
Will you be breastfeeding, Mom?
Oh. No, a bottle is
fine, don't you think?
Oh no, the breast is
best for the baby.
-It's packed full of antibodies.
-Oh. Oh.
I don't know, I always
thought it was sorta gross.
And I've never
had a mouth
you know, there before.
[inhales deeply]
Okay
But if you really
think it's best, I
-[nurse] Mm-hmm.
-I'm willing to try.
-Okay.
-Okay.
-Okay, baby.
-Okay, Bradley.
Pull this down.
-Here, it's down Yes.
-Okay.
I'm gonna make
him get on your
-That's right.
-Okay. Like this?
Yes!
-Oh!
-[gasps]
Look!
He latched already.
[baby suckling softly]
Oh
[inhales sharply, splutters]
[nurse] I'll give you
two a minute alone.
♪
[Jill coos softly]
It's me and you, Bradley.
Hmm. It's me and you.
[music fades]
[Margo] It's funny.
I would a said that
Jill didn't have
the stones for it,
but lookin' back, you know,
you don't get to where
she is without 'em.
But is she a killer?
I don't know.
But she's weird about Brad.
Braggin' on him, and posting
a million pictures, shirtless.
Jesus.
Poor Brad.
Yeah.
-[sighs] What do we do?
-[sighs]
Well, we go to the cops.
I'll call Jonny right now.
No. No. Not not yet.
Why? Well, if we can prove
that you're innocent
No, because we-we can't.
Because anything that
I say to him right now
is gonna sound like I'm
just covering my tracks.
Yeah, I guess.
And do you really
wanna make an enemy
out of Jill without proof?
Jill, the psycho Christian?
[scoffs] Fuck.
If I go in there
and I sound crazy
there's no way they're
gonna let me see Jack again.
Look, we won't let
that happen, I promise.
But we just we can't sit
on our hands for too long
because Jonny's
got an itch and
you're their only suspect.
Fuck. [sighs]
Also, I may have played him
that crazy voicemail
that you left.
What?
-[sighs]
-Fuck.
-I know. I'm sorry.
-Why?
I'm sorry. Look, we
were there having dinner
and, to be honest,
it kinda scared me.
-[sighs]
-[sniffs]
-Great.
-I'm sorry.
It was stupid, I know.
Yeah, it was really
fucking stupid.
-What the fuck am I
-Hey. Hey. Hey.
Don't disappear on me.
It was a it was a
mistake and I'm-I'm here.
[dramatic music playing]
I messed up, but I'm back, okay?
[huffs softly]
Listen.
We're gonna fix it.
I promise.
Come here.
[garage door opens, beeps]
Shit. Jed's home.
-Oh.
-You can't be here.
Okay. Okay.
-Okay.
-Okay. Go.
Hey.
I'll see you tomorrow.
See you tomorrow.
[country rock music playing]
-[Jonny grunts]
-[Callie] Oh yeah, baby.
-[grunts]
-Who's the boss?
[Jonny laughs] I am, baby.
-Who's the boss?
-Oh, fuck. Yeah.
I'm the fuckin' boss.
I'm the big fuckin' boss.
-You're gonna catch a killer?
-Oh, yeah.
Come on, catch her. Lock
her up. Baby, lock her up.
-[grunting]
-Send it. Send it.
-Right there. Right there.
-Come on. Cuff her.
-Cuff her.
-Oh! Oh, God! Oh, God!
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.
-[panting] Ju No. Stop.
-Yeah. Yeah, baby.
[both gasping]
[both laughing]
-[moans] Oh, fuck
-[sighs]
[both moan softly]
[Callie laughs]
[sighs]
[panting softly]
Okay
-[groaning]
-Oh, there we go.
[both laugh]
Whew!
[chains rattling]
-[Callie grunts]
-[Jonny sighs]
[Callie sighs]
[Callie] Hoowee!
-[groans]
-Come here.
[both laugh]
Whew!
Fuck.
[both laugh]
Okay, but for real
where are we at with
catchin' this killer, huh?
Oh, Jesus fuckin' Christ.
Can I just get a
second to relax?
What?
Baby, you're the one that wants
to be the next Joe Arpaio.
So come on, make
the arrest already.
You got Sophie O'Neil's gun,
her priors, her non-alibi.
Just do it.
-Do it, baby.
-I know, punkin.
-I know you don't like O'Neil.
-[splutters]
But I gotta go where
the evidence leads.
No. Hey, hey, hey, hey.
This is about us.
Maple Brook needs
to feel safe again.
And Jed needs this
for his campaign.
♪
Hey.
You could be America's sheriff.
So act like it.
Lean on your boys.
Show 'em who's boss.
Send it, baby.
Mmm.
[moans softly]
[dramatic music playing]
Good mornin', sheriff.
What's so fuckin' good about it?
Want some jerky?
What the hell are y'all
doin' sittin' around?
We got a murdered
cheerleader in Maple Brook,
or haven't y'all heard?!
Now get your asses
up and pay attention.
I've been sheriff of this county
goin' on eight years,
and in that time, I've
never seen crime so heinous
as to what's been
goin' on of late,
on our watch.
It's shameful.
And now the Krummel
case has gone cold.
We let this poor
sweet girl down.
But as God as my witness,
we are not gonna let
the same thing happen
to Abby Jackson.
Now, I want another
search of them damn woods,
ten mile in perimeter.
ME says the body was moved,
so find the goddamn kill site!
We missed somethin' out there.
Somethin' that's gonna give
us Abby Jackson's killer.
And by God
we're gonna fuckin' find it.
Now, go get me enough
evidence to make an arrest.
Y'all are burnin' daylight.
-[man 1] Yep.
-[man 2] All right. We're on it.
What's up his ass?
I don't know, but I like it.
[gentle, tense music playing]
[music fades]
[sighs]
Starr, hi.
Oh. Hey.
-Hey.
-Well, what happened?
What'd you find out?
Well, I-I found
a motive, maybe.
I-I think that
I think that Abby
had gotten pregnant
and-and I think it was Brad's
and I think that Jill found out
and obviously she
didn't like it.
You know?
Um, yeah.
[somber music playing]
Pregnant?
Like I was gonna be a grandma?
What I meant was
I think Abby had
gotten pregnant
and I think she ended it.
Ended it?
Ended it?
That's what you came up with?
Your little
investigation? That my
my dead daughter is a murderer?
I'm so sorry, Starr. I just
-I was really just trying to
-[Starr] What?
What, get your kid back?
Well, the difference
between you and me
is that I will never
I will never see
my daughter again.
[Starr cries]
[house door opens]
[door slams]
[music fades]
What's goin' on?
How come you didn't
wanna talk on the phone?
Well, I think it's best we
don't use phones for a while.
But, um
I've been thinkin'
about what you told me.
About your mom calling Abby
the night of the murder.
Why wouldn't she
tell the police?
Or at least you.
Instead, she lied and
used you as a cover.
For what?
I don't know.
But the bigger question is,
why did she call Abby
in the first place?
We both know they weren't close.
And she's been
actin' super weird.
But you don't
actually think that
[Margo] No. No.
Of course not.
Not that. It's just
something's off.
Was your mom home that night?
How would I know?
I was with you.
[scoffs] Well,
I'm aware of that.
But come on!
You're smart.
There's gotta be a
way to find out if
she was at home or not, right?
Maybe her phone
or search history
or photos.
Photos?
Yeah, she got all
defensive when I asked
to see her camera
roll yesterday,
so, you know
maybe she's hidin' somethin'.
[grim music playing]
Well, I know all her
passwords. I can go check.
Good. Yeah. Why don't
you go do that right now?
[sighs]
♪
Hello?
Mom?
[snipping in distance]
♪
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B-R-A-D-3-1-6.
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[laptop snaps shut]
♪
[console lid clicks open]
[rustling]
[lid clicks closed]
[entertainment
console clicks on]
[unsettling musical sting]
[music slows, distorts]
[music fades]
-[sharp knocking]
-Oh!
[Brad laughs nervously]
What are you doing, Bradley?
I didn't even know
you were home.
Uh [chuckles uncomfortably]
My car's outta gas.
Yeah, um, I was just
gonna go to Sonic.
You-you want anything?
I could use a fun drink.
I'll come with.
[clippers snipping]
[tense music playing]
[Brad clears his throat]
What do you need the GPS for?
Sonic's just around the corner.
I forgot where to turn.
[music intensifies]
You would be lost without me.
-[laughs nervously]
-[Jill chuckles]
What are we waitin' for?
That diet cherry limeade's
not gonna order itself.
[garage door whirring]
[music fades]
[knocking on door]
-Hi.
-Hey.
Brad came through.
[sighs]
Turns out, Jill deleted
her car's GPS history.
It ain't exactly proof, but
Jill can't even
update her phone.
Why would she delete her GPS
unless she had
somethin' to hide?
Well, um
I talked to Starr.
She thinks her
daughter died a virgin.
She was pretty upset when
I brought up the abortion.
Oh, come on. I mean,
God rest her soul,
but that girl was fucking.
Yeah. I mean, teenagers lie.
But Starr was not
exactly pleased with me.
Well, people around here
really don't like the A-word.
Especially when
it's an accusation.
So I wouldn't
mention that again.
To anyone. Okay?
[quietly] Sorry.
It's okay.
Look, we don't need Starr.
We can do this
together, just us.
Just us.
We're gonna get
you through this.
Soon it'll all be
just a distant memory.
God, I can't even
think about that.
Well, just
imagine what you want
the outcome to be.
What is it that you want?
I just want to
feel
free.
Like when I'm with you.
[tender music playing]
I haven't stopped
thinkin' about you
since that day at
the lake house.
Me neither.
♪
[sighs]
[inhales deeply]
[sighs]
[Sophie sighs]
[Sophie gasps]
[Sophie sighs]
[sighs]
[moaning]
Okay. Wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.
-Stop. Stop.
-What?
-What?
-Stop.
-Stop.
-I thought you liked it.
I do. I do.
Then what's wrong?
It was okay before.
[Margo sighs]
Yeah. That was before I was
a murder suspect.
[sighs] Oh, come on.
My life is fucking
crazy right now.
I mean, my whole family
is falling apart.
I don't know what is going on.
I am cheating on my husband
with someone else's wife.
I sound fucking insane.
No, you don't.
You can talk to me.
I care about Graham.
I mean, we've been
together forever.
[gentle music playing]
But I still want you.
[Margo huffs softly]
Look, none of this
shit is logical.
But I understand.
You do what you've gotta do.
As soon as I fix my life
I'll come back.
Well, you know where I live.
[Margo sighs]
[Sophie exhales heavily]
[door closes]
[sighs]
Fuck.
[plastic rustling]
[music fades]
[birds chirping]
[cell phone ringing]
[Salazar] Louisiana?
Salazar.
[man] Detective Salazar.
Sheriff Boudreaux.
Thanks for returning
my call so quickly.
[Boudreaux] Darlene
said it was urgent.
No, yeah. I-I was just
wondering if, um
if you have any information
about a pastor who used to work
over there at
Sacred Life Church.
Peter Lightfoot.
[Boudreaux] Jesus. I hoped I'd
never hear that name again.
[grunting]
[birds chirping]
[dog barking in distance]
[swallows forcefully]
[exhales heavily]
Excuse me.
Can I help you?
Yes, sir, you can.
I got some questions for
you, about Abby Jackson.
Happy to help, Miss Salazar.
That's-that's a terrible thing.
Have we met?
I don't think we've
had the pleasure,
but, you know, you-you were
you were all over the papers.
That was an awful mess,
when you got shot.
We were all praying for
you down at Holy Horizon.
Well, I appreciate that.
[sinister music playing]
You leavin' town?
Yeah. You know, just
gettin' away for a few days.
That have anything to
do with Abby Jackson?
I [snorts] I
hardly knew the girl.
May she rest in peace.
Well
Funny thing is
she called you
the night she died.
One of the last
calls she ever made.
Huh.
I
[laughs nervously] I
don't remember that.
[clears throat]
You been drinkin', pastor?
Huh
It's 11 o'clock in the morning.
No-no, I haven't been drinkin'.
I'm gonna need your license
and registration, please.
Serious?
♪
[music intensifies]
[gasps softly]
[breathes shakily]
Sir, I'm gonna need you to
step out of the vehicle.
[inhales sharply]
Of course. Just
give me a second.
[engine starts, revs]
Stop! Police!
Police! Stop!
[music further intensifies]
[grunts]
[officer] Hey! Found something!
[cell phone ringing]
[indistinct chatter]
Hey, Wanda. Can I call you back?
We're kinda in the
shit right now.
[Salazar] It's the
pastor. Pete Lightfoot.
I'm on him right now
and I need backup.
-[static hisses]
-[Flynn] Wait, what's this now?
[Salazar] He took
off! Fled on me.
-And I think he killed Abby!
-[Flynn] Okay, hold up.
Slow down and just tell me
exactly what's happenin'.
[Salazar] He must've been the
one who shot me at the cabin,
stinkin' of vodka
and cinnamon gum.
He's our guy, I'm tellin' you!
-What's your 20? Wanda?
-[static hissing]
-Flynn!
-[Flynn cuts out] Wa
Can you hear me?
[intense dramatic music playing]
[Flynn] Got your 20. I'm
on my way with backup.
[engine revving]
[tires screeching]
-[horns honking]
-[tires screeching]
Fuck!
[horn blaring]
Oh, this fucker
[siren wailing]
[tires screeching]
[grunts]
[music softens, fades]
[sirens wailing]
[Salazar] Pete Lightfoot
exit the vehicle
with your hands up.
Let's do this easy, pastor.
Come on out.
[ominous music playing]
I said put your hands up!
He's got a gun.
[Flynn] Drop the
weapon, dickhead!
Flynn, don't shoot!
Pastor
you and me are still good.
Okay?
You just need to tell me what
you did with Kaycee Krummel.
I said drop the weapon!
[Salazar] Don't listen
to him. Flynn, it's okay.
Hey. Hey. Don't listen to him.
Okay? Listen to me.
[whimpers]
You took Kaycee
right?
And you killed her.
And you killed Abby?
[music intensifies]
I just need to hear you say it.
Pastor?
I'm sorry.
-No! No. No.
-[music fades]
10-71! 10-71! We
got shots fired.
We got a suspect down. We
need medical to our location.
[banging]
-[indistinct radio chatter]
-[muffled whimpering]
-[muffled whimpering continues]
-[tense music playing, building]
[Salazar panting]
[breathlessly] Oh, God. Okay.
Oh my God.
[music softens]
-Oh my God.
-Get me the fuck outta here.
You all right?
No, I'm not fuckin' all right.
That asshole drugged
and kidnapped us.
Flynn, we got someone else.
[Flynn] Come with me.
You're gonna be all right.
What's your name, sweetheart?
[Nina] Nina.
[groans, grunts]
Flynn! It's Kaycee!
It's Kaycee Krummel.
Where's that ambulance?
[Flynn] That EMS,
right now, please.
[Salazar] You're
safe now, Kaycee.
You're safe.
[somber music playing]
[cries softly]
♪
[music fades]
[phone line ringing]
[cell phone vibrating]
-[flatly] Hello.
-[Sophie] Hi.
Um, I was just checking in.
[Graham] Are you okay?
I've been better.
Right. Right. Sorry.
How's Jack?
[Graham] Honestly,
he's not great.
He's been crying a lot.
And he's been asking about you,
and I just [inhales deeply]
I just, uh, keep telling
him that Mommy is away
and that "she loves
you very much."
Maybe I could come
and see him tomorrow.
Soph
I'm just trying not to
make this harder for him.
I need to protect him.
[solemn music playing]
From me?
I've been working my ass off
to figure out what
happened that night
and I'm really fucking close.
I know you don't want to
hear the details, but I
could really use some support.
[Graham] You really think you
know who killed that girl?
Yeah, I do.
[Graham] Well, then go
to the police station
and tell them,
and I will get you a lawyer.
I'll find a good one.
Thank you.
[Graham] Of course.
You're still my wife.
Goodnight, Graham.
[line disconnects]
[Nina] How's Kaycee?
Oh, well, they got her hooked up
to all kinds of fancy
machines upstairs,
but doctors say she's
gonna be just fine.
That's-that's
good. She was nice.
Yeah. She's certainly
been through a lot.
That man was a monster.
Messed me up good.
You're a lucky girl.
I don't feel lucky.
I feel stupid.
Think you're up for
answering a few questions?
What else I got goin' on?
Did Pete ever, um
mention Abby?
Yeah, he talked about her.
What'd he say?
[Nina sighs]
I mean, I just always thought
he had a crush on her.
You know?
But
however he felt about
me and Kaycee, that's
definitely how he
felt about Abby.
And how was that?
Like angry, but
also
horny. Like, he was scolding
us for sex and stuff,
but it was like he
[tearfully] like
he got off on it.
[sniffles, breathes shakily]
Did it ever seem like
-[breathes shakily]
-he might have hurt Abby?
I found her sweater in his car.
-[sighs]
-[breathes shakily]
[huffs] Do you think he did it?
Do you think that
he killed Abby?
Yeah, I think he did.
[dramatic music playing]
Nina?
Listen to me.
You are not stupid.
You're brave.
I'm sorry for what
happened to you.
And Abby.
And Kaycee.
It is not your fault, Nina.
That man was sick.
And now he's gone.
-[Nina sniffles]
-But we're still here.
♪
[Nina cries]
[Nina sobs]
[music fades]
[Jonny] Howdy. Thank y'all
for comin' out today.
I'm pleased as
punch to be up here.
I truly am, because
what the sheriff's department
accomplished yesterday,
well, it's nothin'
short of a miracle.
These two behind me are
Deputies Flynn and Salazar.
They are the real heroes.
And I am so proud to announce
today that Kaycee Krummel
and a second victim
are both home safe and sound.
-[applause]
-Whoo-hoo-hoo!
[whooping]
Now, we've identified
an individual
by the name of Peter Lightfoot
as a serial kidnapper.
That individual is now deceased.
Thanks to these brave deputies,
he won't be hurtin'
any more girls.
Now, I have time
for a few questions.
[reporter] Sheriff,
regarding the victims,
can you speak on their health?
Both victims are recovering
at Maple Brook General.
Are these kidnappings related
to the murder of Abby Jackson?
Is Pete Lightfoot
responsible for both?
No. These events do not
appear to be related,
and I cannot comment any further
on an open investigation.
But I do believe that Abby
will have justice soon.
I thank y'all for comin' out.
Y'all have a good day, now.
-[scattered applause]
-There he is.
-Hi, babe.
-Proud of you, baby.
[man] Sheriff, can
I get a picture?
[camera snapping]
-[Jonny chuckles]
-[officer] There he is.
You know I killed
that shit, boy.
Sheriff, excuse me,
but what the hell?
[Jonny sighs] Relax, Salazar.
We got someone else we
like for Abby Jackson.
But how can you rule
the pastor out for Abby?
They were close.
She fits his MO.
He had an item of her
clothes, for God's sake.
I am fully briefed
on your theory,
but guess what?
The night that Abby died,
Pastor Pete was in the
drunk tank in Southfield.
Ain't no way he could a done it.
What?
Now, why didn't we know this?
[Jonny] Christ, Salazar,
there was no reason for
Southfield to tell us
they caught him jerkin'
off drunk in his car.
No.
No, this has to be a mistake.
Listen, Peter Lightfoot
was a real fuckin' sicko.
I ain't denyin' that.
But he didn't kill Abby.
Now, if you're done
bustin' my balls
I got somethin' for ya.
Your reinstatement papers.
You're welcome.
Thank you, sir. Uh
They're backdated?
Yeah, to three days ago,
just to keep this
all aboveboard.
I can't have an off-duty officer
takin' down a
civilian, now can I?
Yes, sir.
I understand.
Now, what's this new lead?
[Ledoux] Sir?
I got a 20.
Well, you hear that?
Ledoux's got a 20 on
our prime suspect.
Let's ride, Ledoux.
[phone notification pings]
[knocking on door]
Uh, hi. I-I thought I
was meeting you guys
down at the station.
Excuse me?
To discuss the case.
I think I know what happened.
Well, we think we do too.
Now, I'm gonna need
you to come with us.
[ominous music playing]
[exhales heavily]
Hey, come on. Come on. Move.
Make a hole. Make a hole.
[Jonny] Just go through it for
me one more time, would ya?
Tell me where you were
and what you were doing
on July 18th.
My client has already
gone through this.
-You don't have to answer that.
-[sighs]
I don't mind.
Because it's still the truth.
I was at Margo Banks'
lake house all night.
We socialized, we
drank, I went to sleep.
In the morning, I woke up.
-While I was asleep
-I wouldn't advise that.
While I was asleep,
someone else stole my gun
and killed Abby Jackson.
What was your relationship
to the victim?
I didn't know her.
I I told you this before.
I had never even met the girl.
You never even met the girl?
[Kirkland] That's
what she just said.
So are we just about done here?
[Jonny] So I know
you're not from around
these parts, Miss O'Neil,
but one thing about us Texans
is we take our huntin' serious.
In fact, some of these old boys
take their huntin' so serious
that they buy all kinds
of fancy gadgets to
give 'em a leg up.
Like, for example
trail cameras.
Now, this little bugger
here is battery-powered,
weatherproof, just
about indestructible.
Chernobyl could go down,
this little fucker,
well, he'd still be out
there watchin' them hogs.
What's your point?
[tense music playing]
Well, here's my point.
That'd be Abby.
[music intensifies]
Who you never even met.
And that'd be you.
Holy shit.
I I don't know
what to say. Um
We'll need that authenticated.
Of course.
So, Miss O'Neil,
you wanna tell us
what you were doin' with
Miss Jackson out there?
-I-I don't know.
-[Kirkland] That's enough now.
I don't know. And
I don't know
I don't know anything other than
the fact that I didn't kill her.
I didn't I couldn't
kill her. I wouldn't.
Well, you've done it before.
[Kirkland] We are done here.
Now, either you book
her or cut her loose.
Have you looked into
Brad and his mom?
Because I actually found
out that Abby Jackson was
Stop talking!
Can I have a minute
alone with my client?
One minute.
[camera beeps]
[door opens, closes]
If you wanna say anything
to anyone, say it to me!
Your job is not to
help the police.
I know, but they're not even
looking in the right direction.
Shh.
♪
You know when they tell
you "Everything you say
can and will be
used against you,"
it's not just for show, right?
-Yeah.
-[door opens]
Miss O'Neil.
You're under arrest for
the murder of Abby Jackson.
What? Wait. What?
[Jonny] Calm down so you don't
get hurt. There's no need
Can you do something about this?
[Jonny] to make this any
harder than it already is.
No. Don't-don't do this!
Please!
What the fuck?
Do any of y'all
think she did this?
Cat got your tongue, Flynn?
What do I know, Wanda?
[music fades]
[sighs]
[crying softly]
[sniffles]
[whimpers]
[sniffles]
[exhales softly]
[sighs]
[objects rattling]
[sniffles, inhales sharply]
[sighs, hesitates]
[quietly] What
[dramatic music playing]
[exhales sharply]
Were they doin' it?
-Ma'am?
-Abby and Brad.
Were they having
sexual intercourse?
I mean, I don't I don't know
anything about that, ma'am.
Don't you dare clam
up on me, Jamie.
We're talkin' about Abby here.
My daughter. Your friend.
And now when she needs you
most, you have nothin' to say?
♪
Yes.
Yes. They did.
Okay. Um
Did he get Abby pregnant?
Miss Jackson, come on.
-[Starr] Answer the question.
-I don't know.
-Did he kill her?
-I don't know.
[music turns somber]
Abby loved Brad.
He loved her too. He just
took her for granted.
Cheated on her. Lied to her.
But it was Miss Jill who
really had it out for her.
So, no, I don't think
Brad killed her.
Yeah, I don't think
he did either.
But I bet I know who did
and they will get
their just deserts.
On this side or the other.
And maybe no one in this
town cares about Abby
maybe no one in this town
cares about me, but
they're gettin' theirs.
You know how I know?
Because I have faith.
-[chatter]
-[country music plays in bar]
[indistinct cheering]
I love Those
honky-tonk crowds ♪
Yeehaw!
[shrieks]
I love Those
honky-tonk crowds ♪
[Callie] Squeeze those thighs!
-Whoo! Come on, Tay-Tay!
-That's our girl!
-Whoo-hoo!
-Whoo!
-[crowd cheering]
-[song ends]
[emcee] All right!
Put your hands
together for Taylor!
-Yew!
-Whoo!
-Oh!
-[woman] Over here!
[Callie] Okay, ladies.
I dragged you out here
on a school night,
so first round's
on me. Come on!
Whew, that was good!
Oh, I needed this.
Girls, it's been a
hell of a lot goin' on.
Can you even believe that psycho
had Kaycee Krummel locked in
his basement for six months?
Hello! What about Sophie
O'Neil gettin' arrested?
Y'all, we were havin' margaritas
with a murderer last week.
We deserve this.
-Cheers.
-Hmm.
[pop country music
playing in bar]
[Monae] Whew.
Margo Banks, what's wrong?
Look, I-I don't wanna
put a damper on things.
Just
[sighs] There's just
something gnawing at me.
About Jill.
What about Jill?
[sighs] She's been off
ever since Abby died.
Well where is she anyway?
She did make a weird
excuse not to come.
She said she was sick,
but she sounded fine.
See? That's what
I'm talking about.
Just off.
Unless maybe she's
hidin' somethin'.
A-About what? Abby?
You know
she never had one nice thing
to say about that girl,
but she's been
actin' so shook-up.
[Margo] Acting?
As in lyin'?
[Taylor shrieks] Oh my God,
my coochie is rubbed raw!
What are y'all talkin' 'bout?
[tense, dramatic music playing]
[racking]
She did get real
weird real quick
about those NDAs, y'all.
Exactly!
If you've got nothin'
to hide, why not sign?
Hold on! There's a
suspect in custody.
Do you really think
Birkenstocks has it in her?
I'm just gonna rip
the Band-Aid off here.
Maybe Brad killed Abby and
Jill's covering for him.
Or maybe Brad's
coverin' for her.
Okay. Hold on. This
this ain't some stranger
we're talkin' about here.
This is our friend, Jill.
We got questions,
let's go ask her.
I don't wanna do that.
She might get mad.
You right. We shouldn't all go.
It'll just put up her defenses.
Okay, you and me, then.
You and me.
[music turns sinister]
Come on.
♪
[doorbell rings]
[Callie] If she's sick
she oughta be home.
[Margo] Well, ring it again.
[doorbell rings]
[Callie] You know, I think
I think she's got a
hideaway key here someplace.
-[Margo] Yeah?
-[groans]
Oh. Well, there she is.
We were startin' to get worried!
-Hey, girl!
-Hi, y'all.
To what do I owe the pleasure?
Oh, well, we missed
you at Coyote Joe's.
Oh, I know. I've been
fightin' this head cold.
Yeah, you are
lookin' flush, girl.
It's nothin'. I feel fine.
Oh. Well, party at
Jill's then, I guess!
-I'll get the rosé.
-No, I'll get it.
No, it's all right.
I know where it is.
No! No! No.
Oh, the kitchen, it's a mess.
I had to send the
maid home today.
Can't get Sylvia sick or
the whole house falls apart.
Jilly-bean, what do you
got stashed back there?
Don't tell me it's the pool boy.
-It's
-Naughty, naughty!
I really think it's
time that you leave!
Oh God, I'm goin' in. Relax!
I'm really I'm
fine, but I'm sick!
[Margo gasps]
Holy fuck!
-What the fuck, Jill?!
-Shit.
Look, it's not
what it looks like.
I didn't have a choice.
She showed up here shoutin'
all these wild theories
about how I killed her daughter!
She had a gun! I
didn't have a choice.
You have to believe me!
It was between her and me!
I swear. I didn't have a choice!
Oh my God, we gotta
call someone. Get Jonny.
No. No, no, no, no, no, no.
Don't. Don't call anyone.
-I need to think.
-Jill!
You have a dead woman
on your kitchen floor!
Of course we gotta call someone!
You need to shut up
for once in your life!
[tense music playing]
I have to think.
Okay, honey.
Listen
-[sighs] We can help you, okay?
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
-[Margo sighs] We're friends.
[breathing heavily]
We care about you.
Both of us.
Sure you do.
Jill
you need to lower your weapon.
Jill
[music builds]
-[gunshot]
-[grunts]
-[thud]
-[Margo breathing heavily]
-[two rapid gunshots]
-[whimpers]
[Jill, strained] You cunts.
-Oh
-[gasping softly]
[both panting softly]
["Hurt" by of Verona playing]
I hurt myself today ♪
To see if I still feel ♪
I focus on the pain ♪
But I remember everything ♪
♪
What have I become? ♪
My sweetest friend ♪
Everyone I know ♪
Goes away ♪
In the end ♪
And you could have it all ♪
My empire of dirt ♪
And I will let you down ♪
I will make you hurt ♪
If I could start again ♪
A million miles away ♪
I would keep myself ♪
I would find a way ♪
[song fades]
[triumphant musical flourish]