01x04 - Episode 4

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Good morning.

I'm coming to you live from Dahlonega,

where there has been

a significant development

in the Rachel Hopkins m*rder case.

As 7,500 friends and neighbors

wake up this morning,

they face the grim prospect

that one of them could be a serial k*ller.

Now, as this is

a rapidly evolving situation,

know that information is still scarce,

especially on the very first day

of Gold Rush Day's festival,

which typically is a time for celebration.

But what I can confirm is

the second victim is Helen Wang,

the headmistress

of St. Hilary's private girls' school.

While I have nothing more to share,

as soon as I know something, you will too.

I'm Anna Andrews,

here in Dahlonega for WSK.

We humans are capable

of inflicting such misery.

Such cruelty.

Such pain.

And yet,

the most dangerous thing we do is lie…

To others.

And to ourselves.

Guess we should've interviewed her

yesterday.

Did Anna tell you what the hell

she was doing here?

Apparently,

Miss Wang left her a message at her B&B,

asked her to meet her here.

On a Saturday?

She said she arrived,

she saw the body,

she called her cameraman, then called us.

All right, look.

Call Dahlonega Manor,

where Anna's staying.

Just make sure that story checks out.

-I'mma go talk to her.

-Yeah, I have her phone.

She give you access?

No. I asked, but

-She laughed at you.

-Yeah.

Yeah.

-Stan, why don't you give us a minute?

-Yes, sir. Let's clear out, boys.

-You okay?

-Mm-hmm.

-Wanna tell me what you're doing here?

-I told your sidekick.

-Can I have my phone back, please?

-Here's your phone.

Walk me through it, huh? Step by step.

Helen asked me to meet her here at seven.

Found her dead at 7:05.

7:06, I called my cameraman.

7:08, I called my boss.

7:45, I dialed 911.

Great. You called your cameraman first?

You called cameraman, then you called 911?

She was already dead,

and it's my job to report,

so yep, that's what I did.

Deputy Scott here said

the doors were locked. How'd you get in?

I don't know. Ask Helen.

-Okay, well

-Pardon me. Excuse me.

You know, I gotta ask you.

-Where were you the night Rachel died?

-Why would you?

-You know why I gotta ask you.

-In Atlanta.

-Can you prove that, Anna?

-Do I need to, Jack?

Are we done here?

Yeah. You stay in the f*cking building.

You got that?

Calls and emails are pouring in.

Atlanta loves you.

-If only… Ah, forget it.

-No, no, no! If only what?

If only you could do something

to spike it, really drive the numbers up

so it doesn't seem

like I'm playing favorites.

-I'll see what I can do.

-Go get 'em, tiger.

Well, I appreciate it.

Yes, thank you.

-Who's that?

-The night-shift clerk.

The call came in after midnight,

but the message wasn't delivered

to Miss Andrews until early this morning.

Definitely a woman who left it.

Two women,

best friends since high school, m*rder*d.

A knife used in both their killings.

A friendship bracelet

placed in both their mouths.

Both connected to Clyde Duffie.

No fingerprints anywhere.

Not even the victim's.

Whole place wiped clean?

Maybe we're looking at a professional.

Maybe old Clyde hired somebody.

Let's check his phone records.

Get a list of everybody he called

over the last month.

Bank accounts,

see if he's made major cash withdrawals.

Remember you asked me

to do that check on Richard Jones?

-Yeah.

-Came back.

as*ault and battery three years ago,

broke a woman's jaw.

Be right back.

You seen Anna?

I'd give your wife some space

if I were you.

Trust me, she's not in the mood.

Pay attention

to your f*cked-up own marriage.

You don't know anything about me

or my f*ck' marriage, okay?

-Know you're a lowdown cheat.

-You know that?

-Yeah, I do.

-Really?

-That bother you?

-Get the f*ck

Too bad I ain't a female.

You might just break my jaw, huh?

She went that way.

She was so upset,

she didn't come today.

She just said she wasn't even coming…

Mr. Mayor, trust me when I tell you

I think it's about to get a lot worse,

but I can help you if you'll let me.

A televised town hall, more publicity.

Why would I put gasoline on a fire?

Fight fire with fire.

No, you do not. You suck

the oxygen out of it. You smother it.

-We need to stop, drop, and roll here.

-Sir, those days disappeared with dial-up.

These days, if you don't tell

your own story, somebody else will.

What exactly is our story?

That this town, her people, and her mayor

are strong, safe, and unafraid.

You let America know that Dahlonega

is very much open for business.

And… and you get what out of this?

I'm from here.

I care about this town.

You know my mother still lives here.

I didn't know any of that.

I thought most celebrities

were more than happy

to prost*tute their private lives

for public consumption.

You know, I think maybe

you and I had a different experience

growing up in this town.

You ever think that the, uh,

successes you've had, who you are,

are due in no small part to Dahlonega?

-I have.

-Pro tip.

Instead of, uh, resenting

where you're from,

maybe consider how privileged you were.

You know, change your attitude.

To what?

"Thanks, Dahlonega."

I see.

Pro tip, if I may?

Please.

Well, Dahlonega runs on tourism.

The 45-to-65, wine-sipping, leaf-peeping,

law-and-order, disposable income crowd.

-Correct?

-It is, yes.

Okay. Well, you know

who's a big fan of true crime?

The camper-towing, underemployed,

lunch-packing, online-detective crowd.

So pros would get ahead of this

right away.

Or else, you're gonna let

the Internet deal with it.

Then you know

what I think is gonna happen?

The invisible hand of public opinion

is gonna grab a handful

of that gorgeous hair of yours

and stuff an economy-k*lling,

serial-k*ller reputation

straight up your a*s, Mr. Mayor.

And then, good luck with reelection.

So… what do you say?

It only takes a few seconds

when both the carotid

and the jugular veins are cut.

But with a slash,

it's hard to say whether or not

the same type of knife was used.

Not sure that matters.

Whether it's the same knife or not,

it's certainly the same person

that used it.

We know because of the bracelet.

That detail was never released

to the press, so

murders must be linked.

Wait a second.

If the clippings were taken

as a souvenir on the last case

She still has both eyes,

if that's what you're getting at.

In both cases, there was a message left.

First case, the fingernails, right?

There was a word.

Here it's the forehead. Same person.

The staples could be seen

as another message.

"See no evil," maybe,

or "Turn a blind eye."

Lots of ocular trauma though.

Mm.

It took some muscle to get staples

to stick in soft tissue like this.

Hey, Doc, do you have a time of death?

Well, not an exact one.

Well, rigor's pretty well peaked though.

Usually happens 12 hours after

in a reasonably air-conditioned room.

That bracelet,

that's pretty much

the exact same, isn't it?

Yeah.

Pretty much identical to the last one.

Doesn't look worn.

Threads seem new.

I can check in town

to see where they might be sold.

Seems like we're back at square one

with the semen.

No matches in the database,

and Mr. Duffie's impotent.

Pfft. So he says, anyway.

We'll know for sure

when the swab results come in.

That said, given the amount

of large-waisted strap-ons

I found in his garbage,

he could be telling the truth.

I just puked in my mouth.

If Duffie was the k*ller,

what's his motive?

He said he had those rules with Rachel

about hooking up.

He said specifically no one in Dahlonega.

The jizz ain't his.

-His wife broke the rules.

-That's right.

But it doesn't explain

why he'd k*ll Miss Wang.

Yeah. Well, what we gotta figure out

is where that call to Dahlonega Manor,

where it originated from.

Why?

They said it came in

after midnight, right?

Helen was dead.

-Right.

-Yeah.

-Let me know what you find.

-Yes, sir.

-What the f*ck, Jack?

-I'm sorry, Zoe. I just

-You just dig through my sh*t?

-Hey, look

Just, look,

I need to know what this is, okay?

-What?

-Where'd you get it?

-Are you serious?

-Dead serious.

You broke into my room for this?

-I didn't break in.

-Dirty-a*s friendship bracelet?

It's not the f*cking necklace

from Titanic.

-Where did you get it?

-Jesus Christ.

Anna made them for all of us.

Does Anna have one?

Just 'cause you're a cop doesn't mean

I have to answer stupid questions.

I need your help, okay?

Rachel and Helen,

what were they to each other?

Duh, Helen was a lesbo,

and Rachel swung both ways.

At least she did in high school.

She had the hots for your wife, too,

but Anna was a goody-two-shoes.

Was that why they all stopped

being friends? That what happened?

It was so long ago, I don't remember.

Rachel probably got bored.

Damn it, hold on.

What's going on, Sheriff?

The mayor wants to do

a dog and pony show for the press

to keep his a*s from being recalled.

-What? When?

-Tonight.

I want you to head it up

since you're more familiar.

Oh, for… You can't. It's been

less than 24 hours since the m*rder.

-You don't want that information released.

-It's not my call, okay?

Get your f*cking ducks in a row.

Get everybody to calm the hell down.

-And get moving on a solve.

-Oh, for f*ck's sake. It's…

Sir, it's a mistake, okay?

God…

Goddammit.

Morning, Ms. Andrews.

Deputy Adams calling

to check on your mother.

We found her wandering again last night

and wanted to make sure she's okay.

Please feel free to call me

at the Sheriff's office. Have a good day.

Ma?

Mama!

Mama?

You in here?

I begged my mom,

so she got them

as an early birthday present.

But I can't wear the pants

outside the house

unless I cover the part that says "juicy."

What do you think?

I think it's super cute.

I got you something too.

You can wear it to your party next week.

It's a Wonderbra.

-Thanks… …Rach.

-Try it on.

Right now?

Well, don't you wanna see if it works?

-I won't look.

-You're toxic, I'm slippin' under ♪

With a taste of a poison paradise ♪

I'm addicted to you

Don't you know that you're toxic? ♪

And I love what you do

Don't you know… ♪

Well?

Oh my God.

Your t*ts look amazing.

You're so f*ck' hot.

You guys here?

Yeah. Up in the bedroom.

I brought beverages.

sh*t. You look hot.

I have another surprise.

The new and improved Catherine Kelly.

-Hey, Catherine.

-Hi, Anna. Thanks for having me over.

I apologized for being such a b*tch,

and I told her it wasn't really pee.

I was really relieved.

Yeah, me too.

Anyway, you both look awesome.

-Let's get some pics.

-Oh, I don't take very good photos.

Bullshit. You look sexy as hell.

Just smile this time though.

Cheese!

Anna, have you ever thought

about straightening your hair?

Uh… Wait, let me put my top back on.

Come on, pose. Like a model.

-Yeah, like a supermodel.

-Yeah, come on, sexy lady.

Okay, body!

Yeah!

Anna!

-Anna!

-Yeah!

Where were you?

Just outside in the garden.

I saw your car.

What?

Ugh.

That big mouth, Jack, probably told you

he had to come get me again.

Come on over here and sit

with your mama for a minute. Come on.

I'm glad you came by.

With everything that's going on,

I think you should stay here.

Hm? It's safer.

-Ain't nobody coming out all this way.

-You know I can't stay in that room, Mom.

Yeah.

Baby, I don't know how we do it.

But at some point,

if we gon' keep on living…

We gon' have to find a way

to make peace with the past. Hmm?

Mama…

When I'm done here,

which is gonna be soon,

I'm gonna go back to Atlanta.

And

I think you gotta come with me, Mom.

-To live?

-Mm-hmm.

-In Atlanta?

-So I can take care of you

until we can figure out what's next.

Ooh-ee, honey.

Anna, honey, I love you,

but this is my home,

and I don't need a babysitter.

Alice…

Is something going on with you?

Maybe.

Okay, so then we're gonna…

We're gonna need some help.

I hear you.

I hear you.

Okay.

This is Gerald. How can I help you?

Detective Patel here

with the Dahlonega Sheriff's Office.

I need an origin number

for a call made to Dahlonega Manor

at 12:02 a.m. this morning.

Sure thing.

But, you know, before that,

I wanna follow up

on a request for phone records

I put a rush on three days ago.

Customer name?

Hopkins, Rachel.

Yeah, so… so that was canceled.

What? Canceled by who?

Uh…

A Detective Harper.

-Run both, please, immediately.

-Sure.

Pretend to do police work.

g*dd*mn joke.

What's going on, Boston?

Who you talking to?

Uh… Another wackadoo lead.

Yeah, well,

there's some more wackadoo leads for you.

This… whole mess for these idiots in town.

g*dd*mn waste of time.

-Good to see you.

-Yeah, good to see you.

-How you doing, Mayor?

-Good to see you.

So what exactly are we hoping

to achieve tonight?

Hmm…

Answer questions, calm nerves,

assuage fears.

You're kidding.

Sarcasm. Right.

Ooh…

Okay, Annie Oakley.

-Why you got a g*n in your purse?

-If I open carried, it'd ruin my outfit.

Any good with it?

I don't know.

You… I… I feel like you should know…

…if you're gonna

carry it around with lipstick and Tylenol.

Well, I got it when I was

working nights on the crime desk.

Better to have it and not need type thing.

Yeah, I'll say.

Let's hope you don't need it.

Mama, I'mma head on in

to get you a seat, okay?

-News time?

-Uh-huh.

Mm.

There he is! How're you doing?

Good evening, everybody.

The purpose of this town hall tonight

is to separate rumor from fact,

to provide you with some answers

and hopefully some comfort.

And for those of you watching

at home tonight,

so often when we hear

about murders on television,

we forget that the victim is a person

who has left behind friends, family,

community, and so many questions.

And for us, that in times of fear,

finding those who you trust

is even more important.

So I want to thank you, Mayor Woodruff,

for putting together this event

at such short notice

and for having WSK

as a trusted source to cover it.

Yes!

Yes. Thank you, Mr. Mayor. Thank you.

Detective Harper?

f*ck' waste of time.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'll go ahead

and share with you what I can,

and then I guess

we'll open it up for questions.

Rachel Hopkins and, uh, Helen Wang,

they were part of this community.

They grew up here. They lived locally.

They were both m*rder*d.

It was violent.

It was heinous. It was gruesome.

And we do believe these murders were, uh…

They're connected.

These women were targeted.

We do believe they were committed

by the same person or persons.

You mean like a serial k*ller?

-What the hell?

-Who's doing this?

Now, look, I… I've worked homicide

the better part of a decade,

not just here in Lumpkin County,

but Atlanta Metro.

And I assure you…

I've worked with some of the best

investigation teams in the country,

and one thing I just want y'all

to wrap your heads around

is that the majority of these cases,

they do go unsolved.

-What the hell does that mean?

-f*ck.

-This ain't Atlanta.

-I understand.

-You're not gonna solve this?

-I never said that.

I'm just saying what this is gonna require

is patience, yeah? And cooperation.

You're gonna have to let us do our job.

I thought your job was

to protect the citizens of Dahlonega.

-Yeah!

-Damn right!

-That most certainly is our job.

-What are you doing to keep our kids safe?

I don't believe your kids aren't safe.

I don't believe kids are being targeted.

Do you know who is a target?

Our kids are in danger!

Come on and say it!

I heard they were naked.

-They took their eyes out!

-For Christ's sake.

-I heard they were naked.

-I hear they were in a sex ring!

-What's the blood spatter show?

-Enough

Answer the f*cking question!

Were they naked?

-Let my brother talk, Jordan!

-f*ck you, Zo!

-You f*cking idiot.

-Can we not do that, please?

Ladies and gentlemen,

that's not how this works.

We've got a job to do,

and this ain't that, so…

I bid you goodnight.

Where the f*ck is he going?

Hey, get back up there and do your job,

you f*cking coward.

Leave him be. Mind your business.

-Shut up.

-Shut your f*cking pie hole.

Ladies and gentlemen, what you saw there

is a detective doing his job. All right?

So now more than ever,

it's important we look after each other.

That we care for each other.

And I say now more than ever

because I myself know

what this k*ller is capable of.

I found Helen Wang's body.

Now, I've covered countless murders

in the course of my career.

Heinous, grisly, ugly things.

What I saw there was about as bad

as anything I've ever seen.

Now, I don't know much. I am no detective,

but I have learned two things

about people who k*ll.

One is that the best indicator

of future behavior is past behavior,

and two,

k*ller usually knows their victim.

-Dear Jesus.

-Oh my goodness.

Which means one of us in here,

maybe many of us,

might know who the k*ller is.

We might not want to say.

The k*ller could be in this very room.

-Where's Duffie? How come he's not here?

-You went to school with those girls.

Yeah, Zo, you went to St. Hilary.

You were on the payment plan.

Your limp d*ck was

on the payment plan, Jordan!

You wish you had

that limp d*ck, didn't you?

You know what? Say that to my face.

Why don't you say that to my f*cking face?

f*ck you and any kids you got!

Come on, back up!

-Excuse me!

-Get outta my f*ck' face!

-f*ck you! Get the f*ck off me.

-Settle down!

Hey now! Hey now!

Thanks, Dahlonega.

…face! f*ck you! Get the f*ck off me.

I'm tired of your sh*t!

All you do is talk!

g*dd*mn! I love that girl.

Hi, Lexy.

FYI, I'll be filing a report

from the field,

which you'll need to run

during the ten o'clock hour.

-Where you going?

-Dahlonega.

-What?

-Have Eddie cover my desk.

-What was that?

-A town hall. People talking.

Yeah, talking about me.

Well, I didn't say your name.

If the people who know you

think you might have an insight

into how or why Rachel or Helen

were m*rder*d,

then that's not on me.

Bullshit! I haven't talked to

those b*tches in years, and you know that.

And you f*cking left, Anna,

so why are you here?

What are you trying to do?

sh*t on me? sh*t on this town?

I mean, Jesus f*ck' Christ.

You still holding a grudge about…

It's been 20 f*ck' years.

Wasn't even that big a deal.

Where were you, Zoe, last night

between the hours of eight and 12?

Huh?

Funny. Funny.

They always underestimated me, those two,

just like everybody else in this town.

Even my brother.

That's because nobody knows

what you're capable of.

But I do.

Does it scare you?

Thinking about who might be next?

Does it scare you?

Better get out of here, Zoe.

It's not safe.

Nothing like some small-town drama

to work up an appetite.

-Yeah.

-Wanna grab a bite to eat?

Uh…

I can't, actually.

I have something else I gotta do.

All right. I'll be up for a bit,

so you can always knock

if you need some company.

Hey, thank you for your help tonight,

Richard. I appreciate it.

Yeah.

No problem.

Hey, baby.

-What are you doing?

-Huh?

Um… Nothing much.

-What's up?

-I'll be there in half an hour.

What? Babe

Hello? Oh, f*ck.

Clyde.

Can you share with us how you're feeling?

It's just frustratin'.

Not knowin' anything,

not bein' told anything.

I mean, and that town hall…

I'm just glad

I didn't bother to go.

How's that help any of us, really?

I can only imagine how hurtful

it must have been for you.

All that matters to me is gettin' justice.

Mm.

Doin' whatever I can to find

whoever k*lled Rachel and Helen.

I want whoever is targeting

the good women of this town

to be stopped and held accountable.

Mm.

So I am offerin' a $50,000 reward

to anyone who knows anything

about what happened to my wife.

You heard it here first.

In a town where everyone has questions,

one grieving husband is offering $50,000

for answers.

Reporting live from Dahlonega,

Lexy Jones.

We're clear.

So sorry for your loss.

-Get all that?

-Yeah, course I got it.

Good. Let's go.

Well, think of it as a punctuation mark

on the story.

-It's not that simple!

-Who knows? Maybe it helps.

But if you rerun any clips

from the town hall,

you'll have to rerun my clip too.

Just to be accurate about it.

You have two hours.

Thanks, Jim.

Do you have something you wanna say to me?

No, I just…

…I don't know why you'd do it.

Do what?

Go through all this trouble

just to take the shine off Anna.

I mean… you already have

the anchor desk, honey.

Who cares what she does

in the field, you know?

Well, I care.

Because she's after what's mine.

Um…

Mm.

And I am not

going to let her have it.

Am I?

No.

Get in the car.

-Should we go to the lake house?

-Detective Patel.

Hey, uh, it's Wally.

I couldn't reach Detective Harper,

so I figured I'd give you a ring.

Okay. Yeah, I see.

His DNA sample's

cross-contaminated.

Got strands

from two different people in it.

-Thanks. Um…

-Yeah.

-Okay, I will let him know.

-Cool. Have a great night.

Are they all wearing them?

Hey, Anna.

Hey.

Thanks for… for coming.

Yeah.

You know, I know that you, uh…

You weren't in Atlanta, you know the…

The night that Rachel died.

You saw me, didn't you?

You know I was with her.

I didn't hurt her, Anna.

You know that, right?

Did you see anything?

Anybody else that was there?

Do you know who did it?

I didn't do it,

if that's what you're asking.

Okay.

That makes two of us.

I'm sorry you saw that, Anna.

It didn't mean anything.

Yeah,

but it meant even less to her.

So why were you with her, Jack?

The same reason you were with that…

gorilla of a cameraman of yours, right?

Except my gorilla of a cameraman

wasn't found butchered the next morning

with me in charge

of finding out who did it.

That's fair, Anna.

-Maybe I shoulda said something.

-Maybe.

I cannot wait to hear this.

You just say I did, right?

You follow that through,

then they kick me off the case, then what?

Who's gonna solve it?

Someone around here gonna solve it?

Someone who's never been

on a homicide case, let alone solved one?

Who's gonna do it if I step off of it?

So you corrupt your own case,

break the law,

but insist on staying on it

instead of, I don't know, saying,

"Hey, fellas,

that there is Rachel Hopkins."

"I don't know who k*lled her,

but I know who f*cked her. Me."

But no, you couldn't do that.

No. You are the only capable cop

this side of Atlanta,

so you manage to be both the victim

and hero of your own story.

It is unbelievable,

but that's what you do.

Guess I'm really sorry

that you feel that way.

No, you're not.

That's what people say

to make themselves feel better.

You're not sorry for how I feel.

To be sorry about how I feel,

you'd have to understand first.

-Right.

-But you don't do that.

Guess not.

Guess not.

I told you I didn't feel good

about leaving her that night, didn't I?

Didn't I?

Yes, Anna, you did.

What, you think I don't know that?

You think I don't think about that?

You think I don't carry that with me?

She was mine too.

She…

She was my baby too.

I never get to see her again either.

Never get to hold her.

Sing to her, hold her hand.

I hate myself. I blame myself

No, that's not what I'm saying.

I'm not saying it's your fault, Jack.

-Not Mama's. I know that.

-The thing I just… I… I…

The thing I can't wrap my head around

is after everything that we lost, after…

After how low and broken we were…

…you picked then to leave me.

I mean… …it's not even

that you did. It's how you did it.

You didn't… you didn't…

…you didn't say anything.

You just… you just bolted.

No explanation. No…

The thing is, Anna,

I swear to God, I coulda…

I coulda got through that.

Losing everything.

Losing my career.

Losing you.

You f*ck' knew it,

knew I was looking for you.

You knew, and you were okay with that.

There's nothing in this world

you could've done to me. Nothing…

I've never been that cruel

to you, Anna. Ever.

Is that how it happened?

That's how you remember it?

It's not how I remembered it, Anna.

It's how it happened. It's a fact.

I tried. You stopped.

I honored my commitment, my vow.

I pulled my end

of the f*cking bargain, Anna.

And things got hard,

and you tucked tail, and you f*cking quit.

That's what you did.

And all I did is… I tried to take

your pain away. That's all I tried to do.

I tried to be there for you, to hold you

and let you know no matter what,

we could get through anything together.

I wanted to fix it, to make you better.

I didn't want you to make me better, Jack!

I didn't want you to fix it.

I just wanted you to…

-I wanted you to listen to me.

-What?

When do I not listen to you?

How can you say I don't listen?

I never didn't listen.

Whatever you said, I was

f*cking shut up!

For once.

You wanted me to hold you.

So that's why you held me.

You wanted me to agree, to tell you

everything was gonna be all right,

that we'd get through it together.

I already lost one baby.

I didn't need another.

-Do you know how unfair that is?

-I'm sorry.

-Do you know how f*cking unfair that is?

-Nothing is fair, Jack.

-You know how f*ck' unfair that is?

-Nothing is fair.

I thought you woulda learned that

after Charlotte went. Fair!

"You need a break, Anna."

"You work too much."

"Mama can look after the baby."

"No, don't worry. We can leave her."

"You're imagining things."

"Charlotte's just fussy. She'll be fine."

She wasn't fine, was she?

Then when you kept telling me

that I'll be fine,

"You're fine, you're fine," it just…

It felt like a request.

Just to get over it. I… I didn't…

I didn't want you to fix me, Jack.

I just wanted time.

Time to

live in the pain, to feel it. I…

When Charlotte left, all that was…

left in me was just

this impossible emptiness, this

hole.

I just didn't know what to do.

I had to go, Jack.

I had no choice

because that hole was Charlotte.

It was all that I had left

of our baby girl,

and you kept trying

to take her away from me, so…

I just couldn't let you.

I'm so sorry.

Hey…

Hey…

Wait.

I'm so sorry, Anna.

Can I just hold you for a second?

I'm so sorry. Can I just hold you?

I'm sorry.

I know, I know.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

You don't have to be sorry.

I'm so sorry, Jack.