The Hunting Wives

Previously on The Hunting Wives...

Abby, Brad told me everything.

About what you did.

Your sweater. Hey, wait!

We are on the hunt for a killer.

Hey, stranger. Need a ride home?

Sure.

Sophie O'Neil? Your gun was used

to kill Abby Jackson.

Walk me through the day of the murder.

We all went to Margo Banks's house.

I was there all night.

To confirm, it was you and Mrs. O'Neil all night?

No. I had to leave for a family emergency.

I don't know what Sophie did after that.

I have no reason to want that girl dead.

I didn't do it.

Until this is resolved,

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

This is Margo.

I just lost everything because of you,

you fucking bitch.

20k. You keep my name off your lips.

People think you did it

'cause someone wants it to look that way.

- Who's that? - Margo.

Kyle's the one you need to worry about.

Do you know where I can find Kyle?

Who the fuck are you?

- What? Fuck! - Get the fuck in.

Please don't shoot me.

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

Excuse me, sir?

Oh, hi, honey.

Is everything okay?

Not really.

My bike got stolen, so I'm walkin' home, but...

it's kind of far, and...

And now you're out here talkin' to strangers?

I didn't know what else to do.

Ah, heck.

I can give you a ride.

Oh, you can trust me. Scout's honor.

I'm Dale. What's your name?

Margo.

So now we're not strangers.

Why don't you climb in? I'll get you home.

- Seriously? - Yes, ma'am.

Thank you so much.

You're more than welcome.

I can hear the music

And feel the love we made

As I pretend That you're not really gone

Well, here we are.

This is a nice place.

Your dad must have a good job.

Yeah,

but he's gone now.

And your mom, is she home?

Oh...

No. She's at work.

Hm.

Anyways, uh,

- thank you for-- - Hey.

You mind if I come in for a sec?

Just for a glass of water.

Come on, I brought you this far. It's the least you can do. Hm?

Sure.

What's up, cowboy?

Who's this? Who are you?

I'm your nightmare, perv.

Now get the fuck out of my truck.

You are not taking my truck. I will call the cops.

And tell 'em what? That you're an old man

that likes 15-year-olds?

Out.

All right, just take it easy, all right?

Just relax.

Oh, hey, hey! Relax, all right?

Take it easy.

This guy's pissin' himself.

Kyle, come on. Let's go.

Put your seat belt on.

You sons of bitches!

Fifteen hundred.

Not bad, Kyle.

- Minus 200 to me. - Hey.

We still gotta pay rent.

Plus, I did the hard part.

...bit my freakin' face. Look at my face, officer.

Officer, look at my freakin' face. I swear to God.

You better go in there and get her.

Look at my face!

I swear to God, I'ma get her, officer. You better go up there

- and get her right now. - Cheryl?

Cheryl. Cheryl, what's going on?

You don't get her, I'm gonna get her.

This is this month's and last.

You can send the cops away. We're square.

Listen, Mandy, I'm not dealin' with your crazy mama.

She bit my freakin' face! Look at my face!

You can put a Band-Aid on that. I'm sure it was an accident.

You know my mama wouldn't hurt anybody.

Your mama is a freakin' animal!

I will kill you!

If you don't let go of me, I will fucking kill you all!

I swear to God...

- Let's go. - Did they hurt you? Are you ok--

Goddamn pig fucking--

I'ma get you, crazy bitch!

Don't touch me! Don't fucking touch me!

Don't you fucking touch me!

I'ma get you! I'ma get you!

I'ma get you!

Don't fucking touch me!

Who the fuck are you?

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

- Get the fuck inside. - Oh my God.

Oh fuck, please don't shoot me.

Please. Please. My-my name is So-Sophie O'Neil.

Just shh. Shut the fuck up.

Okay. Okay.

Do you hear that?

Hear what?

Voices. Outside. Do you hear it?

- Do you hear that? - Uh...

- Shit. - Kyle...

I don't--

Oh my God.

Can't you just please, please, please, please put the gun down?

Just put the gun down.

Yeah. Yeah. Okay.

Fuck! Oh, hi.

Mmm.

Oh yeah, I needed that.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You... you want some?

Oh, I'm good.

Okay, okay.

Okay. So, chill.

So why the fuck are you here?

My name is Sophie.

I'm friends with Margo,

and I just came here to ask you one question.

When is the last time you saw Margo?

Well, I don't exactly keep

a Palm Pilot of the bitch's comings and goings.

Humor me.

Okay.

Hold on.

I got an idea.

How about we do a little tit for tat, okay?

How about you give me a ride down to my buddy's place?

And then when we're done with that,

I'll tell you everything you want to know about Margo

or whatever the fuck she goes by these days.

Okay? Yeah?

Um... So that-that's it?

I'm just taking you to your buddy's house?

Yeah. Five minutes.

Down the road. Easy-breezy.

You want to know? You gotta go. Come on.

Okay.

Uh, um...

This is where your friend lives?

Mm-hmm. Yeah. Nice, right?

- That was not five minutes. - Okay.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Hey, we had a deal.

You were gonna answer my question.

Yeah. After I see my buddy. It'll just be a minute.

Wait, wait! I thought I was just driving you here

and then dropping you off.

No, ma'am. This is a round-trip ticket.

Okay? Just hang tight.

Back in a jiff. Here we go.

You're doin' it! You're bikin'!

Hey, buddy!

Look, Mom, a fish. It's a fish.

Is that your favorite flavor?

Can I have another one?

Sorry, babe.

Fuck! Fuck! Oh shit!

Come back here, you motherfucker!

- Go! Shit! Fuck! - What?

- What the fuck? - Go, go! Go!

Okay, okay, okay. Oh fuck, fuck, get in!

- Go, go! - Get him! Go!

- Oh my God. - Gonna need to fuckin' go.

Okay, okay. Oh my God!

- Go, go! - Get him!

That's what I'm fuckin' talkin' about!

Fuck!

One thing about growin' up with no mama...

...I sure can cook.

Best eggs in Texas.

Look at that.

Eat up.