Sharp Objects

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- It's not safe here for you. -

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We have a dead sister

and she's never dealt with it.

In rehab, her roommate killed herself.

How did she die? -

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She drank poison.

What the hell?

Good morning.

You took off my clothes?

They were ruined.

I brought some ice.

That ankle of yours is very swollen.

You must have taken quite a nasty spill last night.

Amma knows better.

Tearing down those stairs with the landing light off...

Thank God you caught her.

She could have cracked her skull.

You're quite the protector.

Mama, I gotta go. I gotta go to work.

Lie back, Camille.

- No, I have a deadline... - Lie back.

A little bit of sweet...

before the bitter. It helps.

Open...

Then a bit more sweet and a day in bed...

That's my prescription.

Mama, I really do have to get to work today, OK?

- Camille. - Mm-hmm?

Will you let me wrap your ankle for you, please?

Go away, please.

Ugh, I'm sorry. I'm just... I'm tired,

and I really gotta get some work done today.

Well, make it a short day and come right back to me.

This has been coming a while.

Your health is not a debt you just cancel.

The body collects, Camille.

Hello, ladies.

Here. Keep it.

Fueling up for the day, there, Billy?

I see you are as well.

Just helps the fuel go down easy.

Uh-huh.

I still owe you a conversation.

No, I... I got what I needed.

Really? There something I should know?

OK, then.

- How's our girl? - Jocelyn is fine.

I'll give her your regards.

No, I meant the other one.

Are we gonna keep doing this?

Well, we can do what we always do around here,

and pretend it doesn't exist.

I like that better.

Do you?

Mmm. Well, I'm off to protect and serve.

I'm off to mix and serve.

You OK?

She gave you the blue?

No, I didn't want it.

You know what my favorite part about getting wasted is?

Mama takes care of me after.

I think you can take care of yourself.

I want Mama, and she wants me like this.

Don't do this for her, OK?

You don't have to.

What? I'm not allowed to touch her room?

Not even here?

They're arresting him today.

John?

Roy says killer going down today.

Roy's Kelsey's cousin. Works for, like, a judge or something.

Didn't Dick tell you?

Hey.

Checking in? Or just a bupe-and-go?

I'm looking for a Beverly Van Lumm.

We don't give out names.

But... but she's not a patient.

She's a nurse.

We don't give out names.

Oh, shit.

You're that cop. Oh, man.

I never met anybody famous before...

Could you just help me out here?

Beverly Van Lumm.

You're looking for me?

I know, baby...

I got your name from Jackie O'Neele.

Hey. When the hell are we gonna

get some service in here?

She said you might know something about a Marian Crellin.

Go back to your seat, ma'am.

I'll call you when the doctor is ready.

Come on. Open the damn window.

Go on in. I'll be right there.

All right, Chief.

What is going on here?

Ashley, just wait one second. Just wait one second.

No. Just let me go inside.

Why are you at my house?

We have a search warrant.

- Why? - Just go on inside.

Go on.

Where's John at?

He went for a drive, and he hasn't come back.

- When? - Last night.

Ashley, sweetheart.

For his sake... for your sake,

you don't want to go to jail.

You need to tell me where he's at.

I don't know where he's at.

I can't just abandon him.

I'd look like a total bitch.

Fact is, you'd be helping him,

and, in the eyes of the town,

you'd be a hero.

Ashley, you help us, everyone...

Everyone will know how brave you were

to help save the lives of little girls.

You mean, like my name in the paper?

Face on TV, I reckon.

He'd never have sex with me.

What did she die from?

That's the thing. She got passed around.

Different doctors, different diagnoses.

Crohn's. Heart palpitations. Respiratory issues.

Gastrointestinal issues, renal issues...

Jesus.

All those conditions suspected, but none confirmed.

The night she died,

the attending was a guy who'd never seen her before.

But she was treated there for years. She has a chart.

This chart? It's a choose-your-own-adventure.

The records weren't great back then.

The nurses... We were the records.

I kept a copy.

Thought it might come in handy one day.

Munchausen's By Proxy Syndrome, MBP.

That's what killed Marian?

Yes.

It's a mental illness... in adults.

Munchausen's is when you hurt yourself to get attention.

You make yourself sick,

everyone's at your beck and call.

Munchausen's By Proxy, on the other hand,

is when you make someone else sick

so you can care for them,

so you can save them... or try...

be seen trying.

You're saying Adora has this.

I'm saying people have this.

Mostly mothers.

Mothers who need to be worshipped, to be heroes.

Nothing more laudable than a woman

who puts all her energy into her sick child.

You denied every request for information.

I did what the doctors told me to.

Why didn't you tell the police?

I did...

and I lost my job at the hospital,

after which I never heard another thing about it.

I still have friends at Woodberry Hospital,

if you're curious to talk to them...

not about Marian.

About the other one.

Come on. Let's get you in bed.

- Come on. - Mmm.

- Come on. - I don't want it.

I don't want it.

- Amma. - I'm not really sick.

- I'm just... - You're just what?

Had a few beers last night. I'm sorry.

She was a bad influence on Marian.

She's a bad influence...

on you.

No, she's not.

Well, the cure's much the same.

What is all this but dehydration,

vitamin deficiency, exhaustion...

Mama, I really feel OK.

Just some sleep...

Maybe a grilled cheese.

I don't think so.

I mean, you don't need me to make you feel better.

You don't need me to... make you a grilled cheese.

But I don't know how.

No, no, no. Go on...

Do your own laundry while you're at it.

- Mama... - Clean your own room...

Pay your own way, oh, and...

Yeah, you don't need this anymore, do you?

- No, Mama, please. Stop. - Playtime is over, right?

You're much too mature for all of this...

Don't... stop it!

It hurts me that you don't trust me

to do the best for you.

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