01x05 - Not Her First Rodeo

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[woman] Previously on
The Hunting Wives...

[Margo] You really
don't remember

anything from that night?

I got this brother, Kyle.

[Kyle] You know, you're always
gon' be Mandy from Alba, Texas.

Never have I ever
k*lled someone.

I had an accident.
I hit a pedestrian.

She died.

-[whimpers]
-[g*nshots]

-Think Abby Jackson was shot.
-What are you doing here?

I can't find my f*cking g*n.

We need to talk about
the other night.

-Where you were.
-Home in my room all night.

Maybe it sounds a little better
if we were more together.

[Starr] That boy
k*lled my daughter.

Can't you just get off your
asses and do something?

[Margo] I'm just worried about
how it's gonna look to people

that the boys were here.

If anyone asks, it was
just us here that night.

Just us.

[Clint] Abby's goin' home now.

[Flynn] Sophie O'Neil.

Your g*n was used to
k*ll Abby Jackson.

[dramatic beat echoes]

♪ 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]

[jarring, dramatic crescendo]

[loud crash]

[officer] Ma'am, are you
okay? Have you been drinking?

[man] She didn't even slow down!

She's totally out of it!

[woman speaks indistinctly]

[officer] Ma'am? Ma'am? Hello?

-Can you hear me?
-[heartbeat pounding]

-Can you hear me?
-[siren wailing]

[cacophonous sounds
peak, then fade]

[door opens]

Thought you might want
to gas up, Miss O'Neil.

Look, I'm not gonna say

anything beyond what I've
already told you until...

"Until my lawyer gets here."

Mm-hmm.

Miss O'Neil, we've
been here all night.

You sure your
lawyer's still coming?

Like I told the other deputy...

[Flynn] Yeah, well,
you're talking to me now.

Why don't you just... [groans]

...walk me through
the day of the m*rder

just one more time.

Um, we went hunting at the lake,
which the others will confirm,

and then we all went back
to Margo Banks's house,

and they left, I stayed.

I was there all night.

And Margo, she can
verify that for you?

Yes. If you could
just call her,

or you could bring her down
here and she could tell you,

or you could give me my phone...

What y'all get up
to at Margo's, huh?

[sniffles] What do
you mean "get up to"?

Y'all drinkin'?

I'm not answering that.

[Flynn] Opportunity,
evidence, motive.

Those are the three
things that we look for,

and in that order.

Now, opportunity.

You were at the lake
house that night.

Evidence.

You bought the m*rder
weapon four days ago.

-Now, motive.
-I didn't know Abby Jackson.

Why would I do this?

[tense music playing]

Why don't you tell me about
Brewster, Massachusetts.

Why don't you tell me
about August 16, 2023

around 10:00 p.m.,

when a pedestrian
was fatally struck

by a fast-moving vehicle.

Why don't you tell
me about that.

Accidents happen, Sophie.

I know that. I do.

And if an accident happened
the other night at Margo's,

well, best thing that you
can do is just come clean.

That's the only
way I can help you.

You tell me everything
that happened that night

'cause I am gonna get
to the truth either way.

Are you?

Because it took you six hours

to figure out I was in a
car crash two years ago.

[knocking on door]

-[door opens]
-[man] Hi there.

Fred Allen, attorney at law.

Sorry I'm late. I was up all
night with food poisoning

and... [sighs] ...I'm
all out of sorts.

Can I go now?

-Absolutely you can go.
-Great.

This interview's over.

I know you think
that I'm some hick,

but I am trying to help you.

'Cause either you are
covering up for somebody

or you are in real trouble.

♪ ♪

Thanks.

[keypad clicking]

[Jed] You almost ready?

What's the rush?

The rush?

Well, the whole
damn campaign team

will be here in 30 minutes.

Strategists,
consultants, a stylist.

Oh yeah, and a
crisis PR team too.

For what crisis?

Maybe you didn't
notice your best friend

got hauled off to jail

in the middle of
my announcement.

Oh. That.

[birds chirping]

You're lookin' good, governor.

Don't.

[mocking sympathy] Mmm.

[gentle dramatic music playing]

Now, come on.

We can't. We gotta...

Mmm.

I said stop. Don't do that.

We can't.

Don't you think you
oughta be gettin' dressed?

No. I don't.

[lawn mower whirring]

[music fades]

Are we jerks for
getting procedures

when there's been a m*rder?

She says after she gets hers.

Well, with Marcello's wait list,

we take what we can get.

-Amen, honey.
-[giggles]

Well, how come Margo's not here?

I don't know. She said
she couldn't make it.

Well, I'd hate to see
her units go to waste.

[notification chimes]

Guess who just left the station.

They held her overnight?

-Must be bad.
-Of course it's bad.

It was her g*n that k*lled Abby.

There always was
something off about her.

She always was a little snooty.

And she did k*ll
someone in Boston.

Y'all, justice will prevail.

The guilty will pay
for their crimes.

You can count on it.

[door opens]

-[door closes]
-Oh my God. Sophie.

What is happening?
What was that?

What was that? Where were you?

Why did you not come
down to the station?

What, with Jack?

And I'm sorry,
but did you Google

the world's dumbest lawyer?

You have no right.

I-I'm sorry. Wait.
What does that mean?

You know, I don't know what
any of this means because...

a couple of weeks ago, you were
scared to go to an NRA party

and now you're getting
arrested over a g*n.

[dishes clatter]

Yeah, you're right.

I f*cked up.

You wanted me to have fun.

You wanted me to try to
find the old Sophie again.

So I tried to fit in with Margo
and the other wives for you.

-That's not fair.
-And then I found a friend

that actually made me feel...

[sighs] ...good, and-and I could
be a better version of myself.

And I...

I took it too far.

[Graham] Tell me how far.

We went shopping the other
day and I felt pressured,

and so I bought... a g*n,

and I knew it was
wrong, so I hid it.

You didn't bring it
into the house, did you?

[tense, ominous music playing]

Do you know the first thing
about storing a g*n safely?

How did you lose your g*n?

I don't know.

You were drinking, weren't you?

-Yeah.
-Hmm.

[slams fist on counter,
chuckles sardonically]

[Graham] f*ck.

What else have you
been lying to me about?

Nothing.

I took out the BMW a few times.

Hmm, so you've been
drinking and driving.

I'm not doing it
at the same time.

So tell me exactly
what happened.

After we went hunting,

I, um... I drank...

[sighs] ...way, way too much,

and I... I blacked out.

And, um, when I woke up,
I didn't know where...

My g*n was gone.

I lost it or someone stole it.

And it... I don't know how

but it just so
happened to be the g*n

that was used to k*ll Abby.

But I didn't know that girl,

so I-I have no
reason to hurt her.

But you were blacked out,

so you don't really know
what happened, do you?

[somber music playing]

Hmm.

Hey, I promise that I'm
gonna find out what happened.

And when I do, you're gonna get

all of the explanations
that you deserve.

-Mm-hmm.
-I'll go back to therapy.

I'll do whatever you want.
But right now, I re...

I really need to figure out
what happened that night.

You need to fix this.

[dishes clinking]

[loud clatter]

[ominous music playing]

-[water splashing]
-[shrieking]

[giggling]

[music transitions into
tense, dramatic tones]

[hip-hop music plays at park]

-[dramatic music fades]
-[car approaches]

[car door opens]

[car door closes]

Hey, yo, J!

Jamie.

What, are you avoiding
me now, Jamie?

You left me at the vigil.

Been leaving me on read too.

[hip-hop music continues]

So what's up?

Dude, why are you
being so dramatic?

-You're actin' like a b*tch.
-[grunts]

What?

Huh?

What do you want?

[scoffs]

Well, I talked to the cops.

We gon' need to square up
on what you're gonna say

if they wanna talk to you.

I'm not lyin' for you.

-What is your problem?
-Abby was m*rder*d!

[solemn music playing]

Someone has to give a sh*t.

She was my girlfriend.

Well, now you got
your MILF. Right?

And your cheer squad.

And you're goin' off
to Baylor next month,

so you got new p*ssy to swim in.

f*ck you say?

♪ ♪

Did you k*ll her?

You kidding me, bro?

I left Margo's house with you.

You drove me home, dude.

You treated Abby like sh*t.

You're just jealous 'cause you
never got my sloppy seconds.

[music turns ominous]

[grunts]

[groans]

[grunting]

Stop.

-[shouting]
-Stop!

[grunting]

[woman] Y'all alright?

[dog yapping, snarling]

[panting]

-[Jamie grunts]
-We're fine.

[dramatic music playing]

[tense music playing]

So, as people enter
the sanctuary,

there'll be photos of Abby
on the two big screens

and then we'll have
programs on every seat.

Oh, did you get the
pictures that I sent?

I think they were the best,
but I... I don't know.

I did. I got them,
and they are perfect.

Now, as for the flowers,

the biggest arrangements
will be flanking the casket

and then a bunch of smaller ones

will sit at the
front of the stage.

Okay.

[breathes deeply]

-Thanks, Bev.
-Of course.

[inhales deeply] I'm
just wondering, like,

where-where is she right now?

Oh. Abby's at the funeral parlor

being prepared for tomorrow.

Now, don't worry, I
have been in touch

with the funeral director
every step of the way.

And I know this
won't ease your pain

but we both agree,

that brushed copper casket

will look absolutely
beautiful in here.

Brushed copper?

That's not the
one that I picked.

Yes. I understand there were

some financial considerations
to be taken into account,

but the arrangements have
all been taken care of.

By who?

-Starr, what a nice surprise...
-You had no right!

-Where the f*ck do you get off?
-What are you talking about?

The pricey casket that
I couldn't pay for?

What-what?

-I was trying to be charitable!
-Don't worry about us.

What you oughta worry
about is your rotten son

and what he did to my daughter!

My son didn't do anything wrong!

You need to leave my house!

Yeah? Well, you watch what
happens if you f*ck around

and you make me come back here.

You watch!

[tense, dramatic music playing]

[whimpers]

[music fades]

-[phone line ringing]
-[exhales heavily]

[voicemail] This is Margo.

Go on and say
something sweet now.

-[beep]
-Hi. Um, it's me.

Um, I... I really
need to talk to you.

Um, this whole thing is...

this whole thing
is so f*cked up.

I mean, it's... it's
really f*cked up.

They think I...
[laughs nervously]

They think I did it.
They think I k*lled her.

I just...

I-I really need to talk to you.

Alone.

I need you.

[sighs]

Hi. Um, is Margo here?

It's an emergency. I
really need to talk to her.

I'm sorry. Mrs. Banks
isn't available right now.

Uh-uh...

-Who are you?
-Jia-Yi.

Jed's campaign manager.

Well, is Jed here then?

Mr. Banks isn't
available either.

Okay, um, their cars are here,

and I hear voices inside,
so I know they're home.

So you can either just let me in

or turn your a*s around
and tell them I'm here.

I'm sorry. They're unavailable.

If it's an emergency, I suggest

you go back to your
car and dial 911.

Uh, it's all good, Jia-Yi.

I can speak to Miss Sophie here.

Jed, hi. I'm so sorry
to barge in like this,

but this whole g*n thing is just
a complete misunderstanding.

And is Margo here?

Sophie, we care
about you, we do,

but you put us in a tough spot.

I know that. Um...

I-I just really need her

to tell the police
that I was with her.

Well, Margo's making a
statement to 'em later today.

Until then, I think
what's best for everyone

is just to go ahead and
let the process play out.

You understand that, don't you?

Jed. Jed.

-Jed...
-You take care, Sophie.

[scoffs]

[chatter]

Alright, guys,
let's keep working.

We gotta roll out phase one.

[man] Yes, sir. We're on it.

[woman] Alright,
guys. You heard him.

Handled.

-That looks great, y'all.
-[woman] Beautiful, Margo.

Really nice.

[sighs]

[dramatic music playing]

Oh my God.

F...

Oh, f*ck you.

Wow.

Wow.

Okay, you c**ts.

You all blocked me.

f*ck you.

[music intensifies]

[music fades]

Bradley.

You okay? You want a snack?

Wh... What happened?

Nothing. I'm fine.

That isn't nothing.

Who did you hit?

[scoffs] And how
is this gonna look?

Showing up at the funeral
tomorrow all banged up.

Now is not the time to get shy.

You better start
talking, mister.

Stop!

[scoffs]

It was f*ck' Jamie.

-What did you do, Bradley?
-I didn't do sh*t!

It's all him.

He's gonna f*ck up my alibi
by being a p*ssy b*tch.

Language!

He wants to talk to
the f*cking cops.

He's gonna tell
'em where we were.

No.

He's gonna tell 'em
I wasn't with you.

[grim music playing]

He's gonna tell 'em the truth.

That I snuck out

-and rode with him...
-[Jill groans softly]

...and that it was my idea.

I'm so f*cking stupid!

[music builds]

We didn't go to Creampie's.

We went to the other
side of the lake...

Stop that! Right now!

I don't ever wanna hear
you finish that sentence!

I don't know where
you went that night

and I don't want to know.

[sniffs]

-Mom.
-[breathing heavily]

[sighs] Okay.

Okay.

You... you go have a snack...

and I will take
care of the rest.

-Okay?
-Okay.

[music fades]

I want Jed to sit with you.

-Helps with optics.
-That's a good idea.

I'll be right there
to object to anything

that I don't want you answering.

-[phone vibrates]
-You don't wanna go in there

and wave your dirty
panties in their face.

And whatever you say

we may have to run
damage control on

so keep it short and sweet.

The vaguer the better.

And remember, in this country,

you've got the right not
to incriminate yourself.

Look, I get it.

You want me to lie and obfuscate

and muddy the waters.

[laughs softly]

But I'm about to be
first lady of Texas,

so I'm gonna take
the bull by the horns

and tell the truth.

Jamie! Hey!

Mrs. Thompson.

I just wanted to see
how you were holding up.

Will I see your beautiful
mother at the funeral tomorrow?

No. Um, she's working.

Okay.

Actually, I don't think
I'm gonna make it.

Of course you're
going, honey. Come on.

I can give you a ride home.

Jamie.

Look, I know that you
and Brad both loved Abby,

and sometimes, strong
feelings come out wrong,

but you will forgive each
other your trespasses

because you're brothers.

I mean, you know me and Clint

have always thought
of you as a son.

Thank you.

But I'm not going to that.

I don't wanna see
Abby like that.

Hey, it's important
to say goodbye.

You'll regret it if you don't.

Aw, honey, I know.
I know. It's awful.

Look, Abby is in heaven and...

look, we're stuck here on Earth,

but we can't stop livin'.

Abby wouldn't want that.

We all have to look
towards the future now.

Brad's the one with a future.

Alright? I'm not
leaving Kirk County.

Oh.

Baby, don't say
that. We're family.

We take care of each other.

You should apply to

the Holy Horizon's
fellowship program.

Fifty thousand dollars

to a continuation of
Christian education.

I think you've got a real
chance of getting it.

[foreboding music playing]

-Really?
-We'll set you up

at a good Christian university.

I'll even help you fill
out the application.

I never even heard
of this scholarship.

We're sticking together, Jamie.

Keepin' it in the family.

You do understand
what I mean, right?

Yeah.

I understand.

That scholarship...

sounds good.

Wonderful. [chuckles]

[music fades]

I'm sorry, Mrs. Banks,
for the inconvenience,

but when the main
suspect in a m*rder case

says you're their alibi,

we gotta put you
in the hot seat.

Of course. [laughs softly]

So, where were
you during the day

leading up to Abby
Jackson's m*rder?

Well, it was a hot day.

Prime hog hunting weather.

So me and the girls,
we got out early.

We can provide a list of names.

Uh, and we, uh, we shot
a boar, 300-pounder.

-Oh, hell. A big'un.
-[Margo] Yeah.

So, you know, we took
pictures for Instagram.

All timestamped, of course.

[Margo] And then we went
back and celebrated.

You know, nothin' unusual.

Just brunch, some booze.

-Girls bein' girls. You know.
-[chuckles]

But then the others
left and, uh...

well, Sophie and I, we...
we just kept drinkin'.

Didn't want the party
to end, I guess.

And one thing led to the other,

and...

I'm not proud of this,

but...

You can tell him.

Well, I took a Xanax
recreationally.

[laughs] Well, hell.

sh*t, I get it.

I popped a Vicodin at a
George Strait concert once.

These things happen.

And no one's gettin'
arrested over it, okay?

But just to confirm, it was
just you and Miss O'Neil

at your lake house that evening?

Yes.

You were there
with her all night?

No. I was not.

[tense music playing]

I got a call around 10:30 p.m.

Family emergency.

And I'm ashamed
to even admit it.

I got behind the
wheel inebriated,

but it's just what I did.

It's what I had to do.

So I don't know what Sophie did

for the rest of the night.

Well, you understand we're gonna
have to corroborate your story.

Yeah, of course.

Um...

I'll tell you all about my
messed up family back in Alba.

Would-would you mind
just turning that off?

It... it's personal.

Yeah, of course.

What the f*ck are
we doing, Jonny?

♪ ♪

[somber music playing]

[music fades]

I was in the area,

thought maybe you could
use a little pick-me-up.

Uh-huh.

Station's 30 minutes from here.

You know I'd drive 45 for
a good sausage and cheese.

-[groans]
-Bullshit.

You're here 'cause you need
help on the Jackson case.

Hmm.

Whole thing's just weird.

You know, we brought
in Sophie O'Neil.

She says she's with
Margo Banks all night.

Then Margo comes in, says
she left the lake house

at 10:30 p.m. for
a family thing.

It's weird 'cause
it's some big secret.

I mean, Jonny cut the camera
in the middle of the interview.

-[laughs]
-And I know what you're thinking

but LeDoux, he went
and checked it out

and sure enough,

family medical
emergency in Alba.

Sophie's got no alibi.

[groans]

What do you think?

She do it?

Hmm.

I'm not sure.

From what you told me, that
girl's got no motivation.

The evidence, it just
keeps on stacking up.

Now, she's got this ugly prior,

this vehicular homicide
in Massachusetts

that basically just
disappeared off the map.

Plus, you know, she owned
the m*rder weapon, so...

Which she bought, what,
like five days ago?

You think she even
knows how to use it?

I don't know.

Can't wrap my head
around it. [sighs]

[groans softly]

Wait, where you goin'?

Abby Jackson's funeral's in 30.

Let's just skip the part where
you tell me I need to rest

and I tell you I'm fine.

It's a public funeral,
I can go if I want.

Dressed like that?

Come on, girl, run a
comb through your hair.

Be in the car.

-[solemn organ music plays]
-[hushed chatter]

Hey there. Good to see you.

Hey.

[chatter continues]

Break her arm pattin' herself
on the back like that.

What?

Mom, funeral.

[chatter continues]

It's just about time.

You ready?

[hesitates] Yeah.

Okay.

Please take your seats.

We're about to begin.

I can't say everything's
gonna be alright.

'Cause it's not.

We hurt.

And we will hurt
for a long time.

"John 4:1-6 says,
"Let not your heart

-be troubled."
-[door shuts loudly]

"Believe in God

but believe also in me.

My father's house
has many rooms.

If that were not so,
would I have told you

"that I'm going there to
prepare a place for you?"

[hushed chatter]

"And if I go and prepare
a place for you,"

I will come back and
take you to be with me,

that you also may be where I am.

"You know the way to the
place where I am going."

We ask God to give us peace...

-[Callie] Hey!
-...as we seek

to release this child...

-Uh-unh. Let's go.
-...'til we are rejoined.

Come on.

I'm just here to talk to Margo.

No. You are not welcome
here. You gotta go, honey.

This is not the place.

-But he will not return to me.
-Come on. Get outta here.

[dramatic music playing]

[Clint] Now, David's
response and insight

carries penetrating truth for us

that we can apply
to our situation

in the here and now.

[music intensifies]

The scriptures tell us that he
went to the house of the Lord

and worshipped,

comforted his wife...

[door opens]

...and returned to
the business of life.

[door closes]

I want y'all to pray with me.

[sniffles]

[sighs]

Sophie!

[exhales heavily]

[music fades]

-What do you want?
-I don't know.

To make sure you're
okay, I guess.

Yeah, I'm not.

Uh, I'm not okay.

I know. I saw them kick you out.

They didn't have to do that.

Thanks.

Look, it's not fair.

None of it's fair. I mean...

half the people inside
don't even care about Abby.

It's messed up. You
shouldn't be a suspect.

You didn't do anything wrong.

How do you know that?

Just a feeling.

[sighs]

Look, I-I barely remember
anything from the other night,

but I just wanted you to
know that I feel so awful

about what happened with us.

It was completely
inappropriate and I'm just...

I'm so sorry.

sh*t, what do you
think happened?

[hesitates]

I mean, I assume that we, uh...

had sex.

I wish. Um...

No, you just kept saying
I was too young for you

and tried to call
me your "baby boy."

It... [inhales deeply]
...kinda k*lled the vibe.

[sighs, sniffles]

That's good. Thank God.

Okay. Well, then what
happened after that?

Nothing. Just...
just took Brad home.

I should probably
get back inside.

Jamie, can you just...

You're like the only person that
I have to talk to about this.

-I can't.
-And...

[dramatic music playing]

Mm-hmm.

Just be careful.

Okay?

These people don't f*ck around.

Mm-hmm.

[music darkens]

[tense, ominous music playing]

Where have you been?

I don't have proof,

but I think this whole
thing is f*cking hinky.

-Hinky?
-Like a conspiracy

and I think that I'm
in the middle of it.

I think that
someone stole my g*n

in the middle of the night
to try and set me up.

[splutters] Do you have proof

of the conspiracy?

Nobody's talking to me.
They all iced me out.

They all blocked me
on f*cking Instagram.

And they just threw me
out of Abby's funeral,

and that guy with one eye
is following me again.

One eye?

Yeah, I know. I
know this is a lot.

-I...
-[knocking on door]

Graham, I really, really
need you to believe me.

[Flynn] Sheriff's department!

[grim music playing]

Hello again.

Deputy Flynn. This
is Deputy Salazar.

We were hoping to
talk to Sophie.

[Graham] Come on in.

[music fades]

So I know that we
spoke yesterday

but I wanted to give
you one more chance

to just tell us what happened.

Why don't we think of this
as a... as a do-over, hm?

Remember, we can't help you
unless you tell us the truth.

I told the truth.

I was with Margo
Banks all night.

Well, then we have a problem.

Because Margo left the
lake house at 10:30

for a family emergency.

N-No. That-that can't be right.

'Cause we just
talked the other day

after we found out about Abby

and she didn't
tell-tell me that.

You know I could bring
you in right now?

You falsified information
to a police officer.

That's three
months, right there.

[scoffs]

I'm gonna level with you.

This doesn't look good.

[ominous, dramatic
music playing]

But I don't think you did it.

But nine times out of ten,

the obvious answer
is the correct one,

and right now,

you're looking obvious as f*ck.

I don't know why you're lying,

but now's the
second best time...

to stop.

I...

honestly don't
know what happened.

But I had no reason to
want that girl dead.

I didn't do it.

I wouldn't do it.

[inhales deeply]

Okay.

Here.

Take my card.

In case you think
of anything else.

Sophie, don't leave town.

You have a good one.

♪ ♪

Jesus f*cking Christ.

Are you f*cking kidding me?

This is what I'm talking
about. This is a setup.

This is... this is all Margo.

[laughs incredulously]
A family emergency?

Are you f*cking kidding me?

Come on. She did this
and she's framing me.

Why the f*ck would
she be framing you?

That is not something
that happens in real life.

I don't know.

I don't know anything
other than the fact

that I didn't f*cking do this.

But you don't even know that!

You know, I really
tried to take your side,

even when you sounded
f*cking insane earlier,

but now, you just sound...
you sound f*cking crazy.

-Graham.
-No. No, no.

No, I can't do thi...
I'm not doing thi...

I'm not doing this again.

No, you're drinkin' again.
You're drinkin' and drivin'.

You're blackin' out.

You're lyin' to
the f*ck' police!

But the worst...
the worst part

is you brought a
g*n into our house

around our seven-year-old!

Why? So you can look cool
in front of your friends?

You've had a CPS
investigation before!

You should know better.
I mean, what if Jack...

Don't. Don't.

Don't even say it.

I just...

I don't feel comfortable
with you living here.

No. Don't.

Don't say that. I'm
not gonna leave Jack!

No. Mm-mm.

Until this is resolved,

I don't think you
should be in the house.

[music intensifies]

[exhales sharply]

[music fades]

O Lord,

by whose mercy the faithful
departed find rest,

bless this grave

and send your holy
angel to watch over it.

[quietly] Amen.

[sobbing]

[sniffling]

-You go.
-Okay.

[sobbing]

[quietly] I love you.

[inhales deeply, exhales]

[shuddering breath]

[weeping continues]

[window whirring]

[sighs]

[dramatic music playing]

[Nina, muffled] I love you.

Okay, bye.

Hey, stranger.

Need a ride home?

Oh, um...

I was gonna ride with
Abby's cousin, but...

Yeah. Sure.

-[music darkens]
-[sighs]

[engine starts]

[music fades]

[gentle worship music
plays through car stereo]

Is everything okay?

I mean, I've barely seen
you at Holy Horizon lately

and I miss you.

We... we all miss you.

[chuckles softly] Hey,
don't worry about me.

I'm just dealing
with some work stuff,

but God is still my homie.

You know, he got me.

He made sure I ran into
you today, didn't he?

That's true.

Now... you know, it's just us

and we can talk as people.

Not pastor to congregant
or old to young.

Just one man, one woman...

sharing one pain.

Yeah.

I know you miss Abby too.

Yeah.

-[suspenseful music playing]
-But... honestly, I mean...

with you here, I'm
feeling better already.

♪ ♪

[music fades]

[sighs]

Why can't I go on
vacation with you?

Because it's an adult thing,

but I will be back as
soon as I can, okay?

Can you make me a
quesadilla before you leave?

I'll make you a
quesadilla, okay, bud?

Mommy's gotta go now.

Okay.

Can you give me a hug?

Okay.

-[somber music playing]
-[sniffles]

I love you, baby. Okay?

And I'll always, always
come back to you.

Love you, Mommy.

Come help me in
the kitchen, pal.

[Jack] Okay.

[sighs heavily]

[sniffles]

[music fades]

[indistinct chatter nearby]

-[hinges squeaking]
-[sighs softly]

[toilet tank water running]

sh*t.

God damn it. Damn it. Damn it!

[panting]

[phone line ringing]

[voicemail] This is Margo.

Go on and say
something sweet now.

[beep]

Do you think that if
you don't talk to me

that I'm just gonna go away?

You think I'm just
gonna shut up?

How-how dare you.

No, really. How
f*cking dare you.

I just lost everything
because of you.

I just lost my son. I
just lost my family.

I just lost my home,
you f*cking b*tch.

Margo Banks, queen f*cking bee,

always gets everything
that she wants.

Oh my God! I mean, I knew
that that was the deal.

I knew. But I didn't know

that you were gonna go
as far as to frame me

for f*cking m*rder!

Are you a sociopath?

Oh my God, you are.
Are you a sociopath?

You know what? Don't
even answer that.

I don't even wanna know.

Because you're sick.

You are a sick, sick person.

f*ck you!

[dramatic music
peaks, fades quickly]

[breathing heavily]

[mellow rock music playing]

So Jonny, how's the
investigation going?

Well, just between us,

your story checked
out, obviously,

but, uh, can't
say the same thing

about your gal Sophie.

Really think she did it?

I don't know. Uh,
I don't love it.

I mean, she'd have to be a
crack shot to do what she did,

and Callie here says she wasn't.

Besides, wife,
mother, good family.

People ain't gonna like it.

Oh, give me a f*cking break.

She's an entitled, coastal
elite with a body count.

Now, look, she may have
gotten away with it in Boston,

but not here. No, ma'am.

'Cause you know what we
got down here in Texas?

Justice, that's what.

Justice.

Plus, she's a total b*tch.

-Callie.
-I'm just saying!

What do you think?
Could she have done it?

[sighs]

Well...

I may be an idiot, but...

I actually liked her.

Sweet girl. Needed a friend,

bein' new in town and all.

But...

-What do you think?
-[Sophie] But I didn't know

that you were gonna go
as far as to frame me

for f*cking m*rder!

-Are you a sociopath?
-[scoffs]

Oh my God, you are.
Are you a sociopath?

You know what? Don't
even answer that.

I don't even wanna
know. You are a sick...

Framing that poor, sweet,
innocent girl for m*rder!

Margo Banks, how could you?

-[laughs]
-Who? My little p*ssy cat?

-[hisses]
-[Callie chuckles]

[sighs]

[car zooming past outside]

[sighs]

[clatters]

[sighs]

[cell phone vibrating]

[vibrating continues]

Hello?

[woman] Sophie.

Who is this?

Sienna Coulson.

Coulson-Banks.

Jed's ex-wife.

Oh. Uh...

Hi.

[slurred] I was at
the funeral today.

I saw what happened.

[sighs]

Um, yeah.

I wasn't, um... That
wasn't really...

[Sienna] Girl, you
gotta be smarter.

-You look guilty as sin.
-[Sophie] Well, I'm not.

I don't even know how the g*n...

[Sienna] Jesus Christ, I'm
not talking about the g*n.

I'm not talking about specifics.

I'm talkin' 'bout
how things look.

People think you did it

'cause someone wants
it to look that way.

Right?

So...

-who's that?
-Margo.

Ding-ding-ding-ding-
ding-ding-ding!

That c**t's a snake.

And I can say that

'cause I'm a c**t and a snake.

[dramatic music playing]

Why me?

[Sienna] Who knows!

She knows. He knows.

He?

You mean, like, Jed?

[Sienna] Jed's a
big, dumb idiot.

He don't know sh*t.

Kyle's the one you
need to worry about.

Kyle... You mean
Kyle, Margo's brother?

[Sienna laughs]

You mean crackhead brother.

Why do you think I live
in a g*dd*mn duplex?

He was gonna break my kneecaps

unless I signed that
shitty divorce agreement.

So... I signed.

So you think he's setting me up.

Or you think he's helping her.

I told you, I don't
know specifics!

Just...

how it looks.

-Thank you for calling me.
-[Sienna] Mmm.

Of course, honey.

-Bye now.
-[Sophie] Sienna?

Do you know where
I can find Kyle?

[Sienna laughs]

[tense, ominous music playing]

-[gasps]
-Who the f*ck are you?

-I'm-I'm Sophie O'Neil.
-Who sent you here?

-Oh my God.
-Who sent you? Huh?

-What? f*ck!
-Get the f*ck in here.

Oh f*ck, please don't sh**t me.

[grunts]

[dramatic music
peaks, then fades]

["Rose Garden" by
Lynn Anderson playing]

♪ I beg your pardon ♪

♪ I never promised
you A rose garden ♪

♪ Along with the sunshine ♪

♪ There's gotta be A
little rain sometimes ♪

♪ When you take
You gotta give ♪

♪ So live and let live ♪

♪ Or let go
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa ♪

♪ I beg your pardon ♪

♪ I never promised
you A rose garden ♪

♪ You better look
Before you leap ♪

♪ Still waters run deep ♪

♪ And there won't always be
Someone there to pull you out ♪

♪ And you know What
I'm talking about ♪

♪ So smile for a while ♪

♪ And let's be jolly ♪

♪ Love shouldn't
be So melancholy ♪

♪ Come along and share The
good times while we can ♪

♪ I beg your pardon ♪

♪ I never promised
you A rose garden ♪

♪ Along with the sunshine ♪

♪ There's gotta be A
little rain sometimes ♪

♪ I beg your pardon ♪

[song fades]

[triumphant musical flourish]