Sharp Objects

Looks like we caught our killer.

Whatever happened, I'm done.

I read Marian's medical file.

And you just let it happen.

My mom is doing it again.

And I need to take care of it.

Amma!

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Woman: Goddamn Martha Stewart funeral.

Young girl: What if, after you die,

part of you goes to heaven and part of you stays here?

Young girl 2: Goddamn Mother of the Year.

Girl 1: ...just to see how things turn out?

Adora: And then she burned her.

- Girl 1: For you? For Mama? - Adora: Cremated.

(silverware softly clattering)

Adora: Hello, darling. Sit down.

Have dinner with us.

Special occasion. I set a place for you.

Amma: "Occasion" means cake, Mama.

You promised.

Now that the Keene boy's arrested,

our little girl is finally safe.

I-- I can't even say the relief I feel.

- Alan: Yep. All is well at last. - Adora: Mm-hm.

Is it?

I don't think John Keene is a killer.

Adora: Of course you don't.

Camille, sit down.

Sit. Down.

Alan: I suppose this means

you'll be heading back to St. Louis shortly.

Story's over.

Amma: I hope he gets the death penalty.

Babykiller Keene.

Turns out, Missouri is the fifth most productive state

in terms of carrying out executions. We had to stop. It was--

The fluid was controversial. I think--

Yeah, I think it wasn't killing people well enough.

Well, in any case. Um...

I just read that we import it from Romania.

- Fluid? - Adora: For lethal injection, sweet.

- Oh. - Alan: Hm.

Needles. Like the needles I get sometimes?

Very different. Like putting a cat to sleep.

Mmm. Well, I hope he gets the needle.

Guess which Greek goddess I am, Camille.

I guess I'm not really up on my goddesses.

I'm... Persephone.

Queen of the Underworld.

She's married to that...

big dude.

Hades.

He runs Hell, but she's in charge of punishment.

But I feel sorry for Persephone

because even when she's back with the living,

they're afraid of her... because of where she's been.

Kinda funny, huh? How many stories they have

where princesses need to get rescued from witches.

Wind Gap has one, even.

Little girls yanked from the woods by the Woman in White.

Adora: I don't like that one.

- Too close to home? - Amma: Mmm.

Would you be more sad if John died or I died?

I don't want anybody to die.

Adora: Wind Gap has too much death as it is.

Alan: Hear, hear.

Camille, that food's not gonna eat itself.

Or aren't you feelin' well?

Just a... little off.

Your editor must be excited

about getting his intrepid girl reporter back.

What will you work on next?

Maybe something... more upbeat for a change.

- (Camille clears throat) - Adora: In any case,

I'm sure he's happy to have you back where you belong.

Oh, Mama...

I was thinkin' that with everything goin' on in town,

all the trouble,

it might be nice to have Amma

come stay with me in St. Louis for a while.

Little change of pace might do her good.

Well.

That is a truly remarkable suggestion.

It's a wonderful offer, dear.

But impossible. She's...

starting school soon.

Amma: I think it would be nice

to see that big ol' arch.

Did you two discuss this already?

No. I just thought that--

Amma.

Your color is high.

Are you feverish?

Oh, God. You're as hot as an oven.

- I want cake. - No, you have to lie down.

- I want cake. - I will bring you cake later.

- Please eat, Camille. - (Amma whimpers)

- We'll say our goodbyes in the morning. - I want cake.

Come on, sweet.

Adora: Come on, sweet. Come on.

You can have cake.

Alan: Dinner is not finished, Camille.

Ma.

- Mama! - Adora!

Mama. Oh, God.

Help me.

- What's going on, sweetheart? - I don't know.

- OK, come on. - Adora: Lift her up.

- Mama's here. Hold on. - What's going on?

I don't know.

I don't know what happened.

It's all right. It's OK. It's all right, dear.

- (Camille whimpers) - Adora: I got you.

- (Adora soothing Camille) - (Camille sniffles) OK.

You may come in, darlin'.

Take your clothes off.

Do you see how nice it is not to have to worry or fight?

Just to let yourself be looked after?

Mm. Yeah.

This will be good for both of us. Don't you think?

Mm. Yes.

Hm.

Open, darling.

Aah.

Mm-hmm.

You are such a good girl. Hm.

More, Mama.

Yes.

Now rest.

I'll fix your dosage for the night.

- (door slams) - (fan blades whir)

- Vickery: How'd you sleep, son? - Why am I even here? Hm?

Well... (clears throat) ...the thing is, John,

your girl, Ashley, she gave you up.

So, she-- she said I did it?

Or she thinks I did it?

Richard: She led us to evidence. What do you think that was?

I got no idea.

She wasn't gettin' what she wanted from me.

Sometimes you stay with somebody,

and the only reason is because you don't have the energy

to go through ending it.... all the fights and the scenes.

And with Ashley, it was gonna be a scene.

And then Natalie happened, and...

I don't know, I could barely, uh--

Ashley was there, but I-- I wasn't, really. You know?

Natalie "happened."

Yeah.

Yeah, somebody killed my little sister.

Not me. Do you want me to say it again? Want me to fuckin' write it down?

So, you think Ashley made something up to get back at you.

- Is that what you're saying? - I don't know.

But she was mad at me, and she had her reasons to be, I guess.

How do you explain the blood we found in the carriage house?

What?

Natalie's blood. How do you explain it, John?

Really?

It happened there?

Come on, John. Stop bullshitting us.

- You know it fuckin' happened-- - I don't know!

OK? It doesn't make any fuckin' sense!

Look, I know I need to get my head right.

Because what happened to Natalie and Ann.

But you want me to say it's me.

And you could probably get away with it.

But you'd be so wrong.

You'd be so fuckin' wrong.

Vickery: What do you think?

He gonna crack?

Almost everyone does if you push 'em hard enough.

Even if they're innocent.

Well. We'll give him some time to think about it.

Take another run at him after his next shitty meal.

Sorry about the Preaker girl.

No need to be sorry.

She got a lot of her mother in her.

Adora's not as dramatic about it,

but that woman loves her attention.

Then scolds you if you give her too much.

Well, if you listen to all the talk around here,

everyone's some kind of crazy or evil.

Only half of it's true.

That's what I'm worried about.

We're lookin' at the wrong half.

Vickery: News crew's coming down from St. Louis today.

- (music playing) - Jocelyn says the stubble-- How'd she put it?

- "Undermines my authority." - (Clyde laughs)

I think she just wants to spare her chin.

Clyde: Oh, Alan. Sorry, this won't take long.

The chief here is fixin' to be on the news.

Oh. I guess congratulations are in order.

I suppose they are.

Well, I'll just come back in a while.