Big Little Lies

No!

You're one of the Monterey Five, right?

The Monterey Five?

You were there the night the guy fell.

Where did you hear that?

It was just the way he said it.

How exactly was that?

Like we all have scarlet letters on our backs.

Are you all right?

I killed someone.

Remember?

Do you see yourself as a monster?

I guess I still feel... responsible.

Celeste. Celeste. Celeste? -(CELESTE SCREAMS)

I wanna know what happened that night,

but I doubt I would get the truth, would I?

I must have taken my eyes off the road and-- and--

and then I don't...

You don't remember?

I was... I was driving and--

Ma'am, have you had anything to drink?

No, I haven't.

I couldn't sleep last night, so I took a pill at 2:00 a.m.

And you don't even remember getting in the car?

No.

But you passed the breathalyzer?

I did.

Babe, you gotta be careful with Ambien.

Hey!

Hey, Bonnie! What are you doing?

Walking.

In the middle of nowhere?

This isn't the middle of nowhere.

Well, you're on the side

-of the highway. -I was hiking.

-Okay... What are you doing?

Do you need a ride?

Why would I want a ride if I'm on a hike... Madeline?

-Are you on drugs? -Am I on drugs? What are you--

-Are you on drugs? I'm sorry--

-I'm just walking. Can I walk? -That just came out-- I'm sorry.

My God. Do you see what I'm saying?

I have to get Abigail out of her house.

That woman's not well.

Thank you. Here. -No, it was eight women.

Uh-oh. What?

You are a fucking incredible publicist.

-Thank you. Goodbye! What?

Guess who's going to be on the cover next month

of the number one women's magazine

-in the US of fucking A? -I have no idea.

-Oh, I think you know. -(GORDON LAUGHS)

I think you know because you're fucking married to her.

-Oh, baby. My cover girl! -(RENATA LAUGHS)

Gordon Klein. -I've always known you were--

Gordon Klein, Special Agent Michael Nelson with the FBI.

-Whoa. Stand back, dude. -Please put your hands on the hood of the car.

I'm sorry, what-- -What's going on?

-Hands on the hood now, sir. -(CLAMORING)

What the fuck? Do it!

Stop interrupting, ma'am.

What are you-- Hold on! Hold on! There's confusion, sir.

There's no confusion. Please step away from the car.

That's my husband, Gordon Klein.

Count 371, that's securities fraud, Title 15...

-Renata, call Walter, all right? -What the fuck is going on here?

What are you doing? You can't just assault somebody

in the middle of a fucking public place.

You have the right to have an attorney present...

Ow! Goddammit! ...during any questioning.

Call Walter now!

You can't. Please step back.

Ma'am, we need you to relax. You need to relax.

They're taking my fucking husband in handcuffs.

We understand. We will get you the information.

You had me worried sick.

You know what, it's my fault.

I had a bit of an emergency this morning,

and Celeste came to my rescue.

Where's your car?

It broke down.

Are the boys okay?

Uh, yes, they're getting ready for school.

-You went out like that? Well, I had to.

It was an emergency.

Wh-- What kind of an emergency?

The kind short people have?

You don't like me, do you, Madeline?

I'm sure you mean well.

You know, when I was very young... (CHUCKLES)

my family just moved, and we-- I was going

to a brand-new school, so I was especially scared,

and my father gave me the best advice.

He said, "Mary Louise, you just seek out the bully...

-and make friends with her. -(LAUGHS MOCKINGLY)

Am I the bully in this scenario?

On your awesome days,

I suspect you are a godsend.

But on your bad days... decidedly less so.

Fucking weirdo.

What?

What?

So, did you think

about our practice date?

-Our practice date? It's like a trial run.

You know, we could-- we could shower,

we'd put on clothes, we go to a restaurant,

we eat, we talk, and if it's not a total disaster,

then we could do it for real.

Yeah... um...

I don't want to offend you, but you are...

I do think you're a very genuine person,

but you're a very...

You're very strange.

You know, one of the last socially acceptable bigotries

-is the one against weirdos. -(CHUCKLES)

For what it's worth, I'm emotionally intuitive.

I get a feeling about people sometimes.

Hmm, you have one about me?

To be honest, no.

-But... -(LAUGHS)

You're-- You're really tolerant and you're friendly,

and you're really pretty. You look good in waders.

How could I least not make room

-for the possibility. -(JANE LAUGHS)

Are you and Dad going to get divorced?

What?

Honey... No, of course not.

What makes you say this?

Dad never makes you laugh. And you seem mad at him.

Well, I am not mad at him. Okay?

Who are you mad at?

Nobody.

Hey.

Huh?

I still miss him. I don't think it's ever gonna stop.

When you talked to me about dating again,

it felt like an affront. Like, preposterous, even.

I only want him.

I'd like to try something.

Think back to one of the times he was abusing you.

The time in the closet

after his office Christmas party.

I want you to close your eyes to replay that incident.

-Please, don't ask me-- -It's important. Can you try?

I want you to close your eyes.

To replay the incident.

Now, I want you to put

a close friend in your place.

Let's make it Madeline.

Put Madeline there instead of you.

-Excuse me, I can't-- -Let's make it Madeline.

-(SLAMS TABLE) -(SCREAMING) No!

No! No!

Did Madeline deserve that?

Should Madeline stay in that relationship?

Jacket?

Thank you. (SIGHS) Not today.

-All right. -(SECURITY SCANNER BUZZES)

-Are you fucking kidding me? -Step over here please, ma'am.

-(WAND BEEPS) -Arms like an airplane.

-(KEYS JINGLE) -(DOOR UNLOCKS)

Oh my god.

Gordon...

What the fuck?

What the fuck!

I'll be out on bond, so...