True Detective

- (music softens) - (howling)

- ("Twist and Shout" by The Beatles fades in) - (beeping)

Hey, man. Have you seen my phone?

No, I don't know.

New data?

No, same.

You're too late, Veer, I'm finished.

This week, it's your turn.

Ta-da!

Hey, Clark. Are you okay?

She-She's awake.

- (lights zap) - (power shuts off)

Yo! Delivery!

Emerson!

Your stuff's here!

I got your Funyuns!

Guys, come on! Goodies are here!

Nobody ever helps me around here.

Come on, could somebody gimme a hand with this stuff?

Guys.

I need a signature. Come on, I have to get back.

- (unsettling music playing) - Anton?

- (lights zapping) - Hello? Anybody?

- (person grunts) - (ominous music sting)

Hello?

- Hey! - ("Twist and Shout" playing on TV)

Guys?

- (crowd screaming on TV) - (song ends)

- Worker: Susie, where's your hairnet? - (indistinct)

Not a whole lotta crab, huh?

Nah, it's been shit this year.

Getting worse every year.

Where's the ambulance?

We don't need nobody dyin' in here.

They're comin'. I was closer.

Y'all get your asses back to work!

Them loads ain't packin' themselves.

Let's go!

Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

Sir?

Fucker's not gonna die. He's just too drunk to get up.

Sir? Sir?

- Sir? - Bee: I told you. He's just too wasted.

Did you hit this man, ma'am?

Asshole hit Blair, then I hit the asshole.

With a metal bucket?

What's your name, hon? Who's your Aaka?

Did you or did you not hit this man

with a metal bucket, ma'am?

Damn right I hit him with a metal bucket.

You puttin' me away for that, hon?

Hell yeah. I mean...

Sir, I'd like to speak with these women now.

- If he fuckin' dies... - Now, sir.

Alright... what's the story here?

He hits me, I moved out, he didn't like it.

She moved in with me, mind you. Not with some guy.

- Evangeline Navarro: Did he... - No, that's just the job.

Playin' with sharp things after a first or second shift

on some other job will get you chopped.

You fucking bitch!

- You broke my fucking nose! - Evangeline: Hey, hey!

- Miss, are you pressin' charges? - What?!

- Damn right she is. - (groans)

Evangeline: Sir, you're under arrest for assault and battery.

The fucking bitch hit me!

- Fuck you too! - (phone ringing)

Fucking bitch-pig! Ah, fuck!

- (phone ringing, buzzing) - I can't talk right now.

You actually on the phone?

You're on the fucking phone?!

So, this is what this place looks like on the inside, huh?

You ever been out here?

Oh yeah, Liz, with my polar chemistry Ph.D., you mean?

Can't find my glasses.

- Any vehicles missin'? - Nope.

This is it.

We don't think that they just went out for a stroll?

No.

Well, shit.

Yeah.

Just the third day of dark and it's already gettin' weird.

Where is that fucking song?

- Where is it? - Morning, Chief. Uh...

- (song playing) - Liz Danvers: Where's...

Yeah, sorry, we-we can't turn that off.

It's gettin' on my nerves too.

Tried to cover it up, muffle the sound a little.

There's no buttons. Can't find the remote.

Those don't open. That does not open.

Nah, those don't open either.

- (Liz grunts) - Oh... look at that.

- (grunts, exhales) - (song stops playing)

Not a Beatles fan, okay?

Alright, what do we know, Pete?

Um, a supply guy found the station empty this morning.

He called it in.

- The scientists' last contact was... - Speak up, Peter.

I can hear him just fine.

So, when was their last contact with town?

It was a week ago.

- They called for some supplies. - And...

who's contacting the families?