Big Little Lies

The shooting range? Jane, what were you doing there?

Target practice. I try to go once a month.

- You were doing target practice? - Mmm-hmm.

You seem suspicious.

Well, we're going on a road trip to go meet the person that assaulted you,

and you're doing target practice? I'm not suspicious at all.

I'm not planning on shooting the man.

- Oh, my God. - I just...

I have a thing about guns to begin with.

Nathan and I used to fight about it constantly. He's obsessed with guns.

All those mass shootings. I don't know.

It's actually helped me a lot, owning one.

Really?

They say, just holding one in your hand

has psychological benefits for emotional trauma.

- Oh, I didn't know that. - Mm-hmm.

Yeah, because it inhibits mentalization,

so it helps you block yourself off from emotions.

- And that's a good thing? - Yeah.

If the memories are painful enough, absolutely.

No, I feel stronger with one. More empowered.

Hey, ladies.

Oh, hi.

Maybe I should get a gun.

There's more than one person I'd like to shoot in this town.

No, sweet pea, that's dirty.

Come on. You can't go to a playdate in dirty clothes.

In this town, they'll report me to child services.

You can leave in a mess, but don't...

- Amabella. - What?

What happened?

Did somebody bite you?

You're going to have to make

A few compromises

For now

Does this mean we're on?

The mayor just gave the okay.

- That is fantastic. - Yeah.

Tighter, guys, tighter.

For now

Guys, come on, tempo.

Only for now

We were all just playing.

- Share with us. - Was it that Ziggy?

- I don't know. - All right, all right, all right!

Well, just tell us! All right? It's not all right! She's being bullied!

- Renata! - Oh, my God!

- All right, just keep your voice down. - It's a bite!

Someone is biting our daughter!

Oh, my God. Okay.

Honey, Mommy is getting very upset.

I'm getting very, very upset

because someone is bullying you.

And you never let a bully win.

Do you hear me? You have to speak up, Amabella.

You have to be a big girl and use your voice in this world.

That's why they call me a bulldog,

because I had to learn how to fight back with a bully.

- We gotta clean this. - Okay, all right, just...

Hey, you.

Who's ever hurting you,

they might be harming somebody else.

And you wouldn't want that, huh?

You wouldn't want innocent people getting hurt.

You're too kind for that.

Huh? Right?

What happened to your tennis game?

Oh, I changed my mind.

Where are the boys?

They're at judo.

You knew that.

What?

You decided to skip your tennis game, and, uh...

And, uh...

People out there that say they have satisfying sex lives...

Give me a fucking break.

Oh, God.

Why?

Are you having

wild, torrid sex?

Yeah, right.

Do not use the downstairs bathroom, honey.

Jesus.

Maybe we should just take her out, put her in a private school.

What? So she should have to go instead of that little felon?

Oh, Renata. God. Please.

Oh, do not tell me to calm down.

I will take my hands and put them around your throat.

Can you take a breath for one second?

Is that better?

- You know, you should be more upset. - I'm very upset.

Oh, really? 'Cause I don't see it, Gordon.

Do not make this a referendum on my anger.

That someone has been hurting her for who knows how long,

that we haven't even known about it,

that we can't even stop it,

-and that she won't even talk to us about it. - I know!

Don't pull out your fucking scorecard to total up who's got the most anger.

Oh, you're the one that's getting mad at me.

Instead of some little fucker who's chomping on our kid!

Will you just listen to me

-for one goddamn minute? - No! No. I will not listen.

That's what I did last time.

Because I said to you, something's wrong with Amabella,

but you didn't want to hear it, huh?

- I said let's take her to a child psychiatrist. - God.

- But you had a better idea, didn't you? - What?

Taking me into your office bathroom and fucking the shit out of me on the fucking sink!

God damn it, will you stop yelling at me? God damn it!

Would you fucking...

Are you sure you don't wanna go on the couch or in the bed?

You complain we never have sex. Just shut up and fuck me.

Okay.

When I first meet a couple, I visualize them fornicating.

I mean, I know that sounds crazy, but with Madeline and Ed...

I just couldn't see it.

- No, wait. This is gonna take too long. - Okay.

Here, just like that.

Here.

It's me!

Hi, honey!

Is your playdate over already?

I'm hungry.

You didn't have food at your friend's place?

Today's grocery day.

So before Abigail eats everything, I wanted to...

Sorry, Mom.

It's okay.

See, I bought more of your crap and less of her crap.

You know what? I'll make you one of my special BLTs. Give me 15?

Deal, my man.

Now you can go back to whatever you were doing and pretending not to.

Laundry room?

It only takes me five to make a BLT.

- Honey, come on. - Hold on.

No, no, I don't know about that. What is that?

One of her friends makes mention of it on her Facebook page.

She said, "Is this the shot you're going to use on your secret project?" question mark.

"Is it sexy/slutty enough?" question mark.

I mean, what kind of project is this, Nathan?

Well, if it's a secret project, then that's probably why I don't know about it.

And, I mean, why are you on Abby's Facebook page?

How did she friend you?

I'm not her friend, I'm her mother.

And it's my job to be on it, and it's yours, too.

Particularly, when she's living with you.

You assume the obligation to parent,

which is what I guess you've been...

She's gonna kill you.

He hung up on me.

- What a fuck. Watch your mouth, woman.

Why are you never playing your loud music when it's a good time?

Are you sure you should be snooping around on her Facebook page?

I am her mother. It is my fucking duty to spy on her.

The last few days, I don't know where your head has been.

What are you not telling me?

I mean...

I might have put something stupid into motion.

Okay.

Well, you know, I told you about Jane's past.

- That she was sexually assaulted. - Right.

Well, I think I found her assaulter.

He's an interior decorator in San Luis Obispo.

- And? - Well, Jane is determined to confront him.

So, Celeste made an appointment with him next Wednesday,

ostensibly to hire him, which probably was a little bit more my idea.

And we're all just gonna go down there and see.

No, you're not. You are going to call the police.

But we don't even know if it's him, Ed.

Well, suppose it is. The man is dangerous. Right?

Well, I mean, there's gonna be three of us, and we're in a crowded office space.

What, you're telling me Perry Wright is letting Celeste go on this mission?

Well, Perry doesn't exactly know.

- Jane swore us to secrecy. - All right.

But I was not gonna let her go down there and do that by herself.

Madeline, this is a bad idea.

Ed, she needs closure, and I don't think I could stop her at this point.

And I'm certainly not gonna let her go alone.

- Hello. - Hi, Emily Barnes here from Otter Bay School.

- Yeah, what's going on? - Um, listen...

We have a problem.

Fuck!

-(CUTLERY CLATTERING) - Fuck!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

So, does Ms. Barnes now think that Ziggy bit Amabella?