True Detective

"What will become of you and me

"besides the photo and the memory?

"This is the school in which we learn

"that time is the fire in which we burn.

"What is the self amidst this blaze?

"What am I now that I was then, which I shall suffer and act again?

"The children shouting are bright as they run.

"This is the school in which they learn.

"What am I now that I was then?

"May memory restore again and again

"the smallest color of the smallest day.

"Time is the school in which we learn,

"time is the fire in which we burn."

Touring backroads?

I've seen them all.

Wanted privacy.

My hope being that we could resolve this situation,

just the two of us.

What situation is that?

Don't do that.

You got in the car. You know what this is about.

You were Army, correct?

Recon.

Saw combat?

Many times.

I was 7th Infantry.

Korea.

Chosin.

We took all the casualties, so the Marines could turn tail.

Thirty below zero.

Lost about 5,000 men.

I wouldn't imagine a man like you

meets with a man like me to trade war stories.

We're both soldiers.

You understand triage.

My man Harris James.

I wanna know what happened to him.

Something happen to him?

Spoke a couple days ago up at your offices.

Don't start off by lying to me, Mr. Hays.

The last time I saw him, all we did was talk.

What did you talk about?

Julie Purcell.

That's the girl who went missing, been in the news again recent.

What did he say about her?

Can't talk details, since it's ongoing.

But you think Harris had something to do with this girl?

Yes, sir, I believe he did.

Him and some others.

And you got no idea where he might be?

Might be he took off. We got him worried.

Cameras all around corporate.

Access roads to the plants, everywhere.

Video of Harris's car pulling out of the gate,

followed a minute later by your cruiser.

Just had to follow up with some questions.

Man's a hell of a talker.

I give you chance after chance to speak plainly to me,

and you keep throwing shit in my face.

You know, sir,

I always respected you and your family.

Family.

That's what it's...

We only had the one.

Then Ellen got sick.

Now our child's gone, too.

Something you want to get off your chest, sir?

Nobody's gonna hear it but us.

Mr. Hoyt,

you wanna tell me about Julie Purcell?

I don't know about Julie Purcell.

I'm in the fucking dark.

And, well...

I guess Harris didn't talk enough after all.

We know about the kids' uncle.

Phone calls from the mother, Lucy.

Harris going to Vegas, same time she OD'ed.

What I know,

Harris's work beeper, newest thing,

has a little computer chip keyed to our corporate system.

Includes a GPS signal.

And I have exact coordinates

where Harris last was before it went dead.

Now, you being the law,

and me an interested party,

should the two of us go out to those woods,

see if we can't find Harris James?

And can you tell me, Mr. Hays,

are we gonna need fucking shovels?

You wanna swap confessions?

Just what is it you think I did?

That's why you bringing me here? So you could see how much I know?

Word is your investigation ended.

So, we're done now.

They can do what they want with the investigation.

That's not gonna stop me from looking.

You heard that hotline call.

Soundshke she doesn't wanna be found.

Maybe, Mr. Hays, best thing you could do for that young woman

is leave her in peace.

Hard walking away knowing people mean to do her harm.

Well,

if the police ain't looking for her, and you're not,

can't imagine anybody else'd be.

In fact, I can practically guarantee it.

Otherwise,

could be you're giving these people you mention

reason to find her.

See, you don't drop it,

there's others can't either.

What happened?

Just tell me what happened!

I don't know what happened.

Do I look like a man with fucking answers?

Maybe one day I'll come see you.

Try having this talk again.

That you hoping to get your balls back?

Or truly wanting me to regard you as a threat?

Think about what that'd mean to your family,

you being a murderer and all.

Think about what it'd mean for that girl.

Mr. Hays, do you want me to feel threatened?

I'll let you find your own way back.

No way Harris would've run off.

He loved his family.

He was a wonderful father.

I'm sorry about that.

Wondering if maybe you could speak toward

an old associate of your husband's?

Was a black man with one eye.

You ever see your husband with someone like that?

Know who it might be?

Why are you asking?

We're trying to find a person in connection with something else.

Description come up a few times, we can't get a name.

You sure you never saw a man like that?

A man like that came by the house

few weeks after Harris disappeared.

I don't like to think about it. I was upset at the time.

He had one white eye and a scar. He said he knew Harris.

He upset me.

Did he want something?

He asked did I know if Harris had found the girl.

I thought maybe he meant Harris hadn't been faithful to me.

- I ran him off. - Tell you his name?

He introduced himself as Junius something.

He upset me. I made him leave.

Junius.

You wanna bet that's Mr. June?

Making his name Junius Watts, maybe?

Worth a try.

I checked with a gal from state records

about the Hoyt place.

Been held in trust by the estate.

Nobody's living there.

So?

The old maid the other day?

She talked about some area they couldn't go.

I wanna look at it.

Well...

I guess you're lead detective now, Lieutenant.

Goddamn right I am.

You couldn't help yourself, could you?

Sir?

"Purcell Investigation Brought to False Conclusion.

"Sources Say Case Far from Solved."

And what sources, Detective Hays, could this headline be alluding to?

I didn't know...

We're looking at suing your little girlfriend.

I haven't read the papers.

"An anonymous source in the investigation

"insists that there are a number of clues

"and suspicious facts in the Purcell case

"that are being ignored in favor of a hasty conviction

"of the West Finger shooter."

Your man here, he suggested you got taken advantage.

Like you're too pussy-struck to have known what she was doing.

We think you owe the department your own op-ed.

You're gonna write a statement explaining that fragments of hearsay

were used without your consent,

the facts were misrepresented,

that the woman who wrote this did so without your cooperation.

I'm not much of a writer.

(SCOFFS) Well, we'll write it for you.

All you gotta do is sign.

- Purple, think about it... - Say "thank you," Wayne.

Just make it right, man.

You got carried away. Walk it back now.

If I don't?

D Company needs a new public information officer.

Administration.

You'll never work another Major Crimes investigation.

Or you could just quit.

You are one lucky mother.

You know how hard I had to work, get them to give you another shot?

- Appreciate it. Yeah.

Hey, listen to me.

You don't ever do any kind of shit like this to me again.

I can't figure what you were thinking.

Hey.