Sharp Objects

There was a murder last August.

A little girl got strangled. Another one's missing now.

Get me a story.

I haven't heard from you in months!

And you just... show up, stirring everyone up.

- -

Good morning.

Who puts the flowers out there?

Can't say for sure. Why?

Could be the sign of a guilty conscience.

Out here we just call it "being nice."

Or maybe whoever's doing it is superstitious.

Yeah? How so?

Well, they figure if they honor the dead,

maybe their kids won't end up like them two girls did.

That's just magical thinking.

You ever been out to the creek

where Ann Nash's body was found, detective?

Yeah.

Well, it's just smooth water

rolling over sand now.

Well, after Ann died,

the townsfolk went out there and pulled the rocks out.

The same ones that snagged the clothesline

that was around Ann's neck.

They loaded them into a pickup truck,

took them out to the edge of town, and smashed 'em.

Nice and smooth.

Like they figured that destroying them

would ward off any future evil.

Well, I guess they left a rock or two.

How does it fit?

Um...

I have a navy,

if you'd rather.

No, I just think my hips

are a little higher than yours.

Curvy.

It's fine.

I'm fine... fine.

Let... Let me do that.

This funeral

is going to be very hard.

I loved those girls.

How did you know those girls again?

Camille, I'm very involved in the community.

It's our family's duty.

More dead little girls.

As if Marian wasn't enough.

Were you friends with Natalie?

Enough to be sad, too,

which is why I should go.

You're gonna stay here with Gayla

- and have ice cream. Mm-hmm.

I want to know where you are.

Camille, maybe you should stay back, too,

given your state of mind.

I have to go. It's my job.

I think Camille knows how to behave.

Adora, we don't want to be late.

We're fine, and I don't want you

to talk like that... Like it's work.

We're going to the funeral to support that poor family.

Ladies, can we please go?

Yes.

I love you, love you, love you.

Are you gonna ride with us?

No, no. I'm gonna drive.

I have to grab my purse.

I'll wait in the car.

All right.

Morning.

Kansas City.

You know, I've been thinking.

Uh-oh.

Why does a killer change his M.O. like that?

First body left at the kill site

in the forest, but Natalie... she's dumped

in the middle of town like a prop or a doll.

My daughter had one of them dolls.

Little "O" for a mouth.

Creepy little fucking things.

Getting her there was risky.

Way more chance of getting caught.

Well, some killers want to get caught.

A cry for help.

This one likes making people scared

- for their girls. - Can we just save

the Silence of the Lambs routine for another time?

Look, Bill...

I get it, okay. This is your home.

You gotta look out for your people,

but odds are the killer is gonna show up here...

Soak up the atmosphere.

I read them books too, Agent Starling.

Watch out for anyone trying

to insert himself into the action.

Anyone trying too hard with the family.

The nature of this crime, it's personal.

This guy wants to rule the town.

Well, he may not rule it,

but he sure as hell got our attention.

- Look good? - That's fine.

Yeah, I know you're fond of me,

but don't think this means we're married.

Come on in, Mrs. Crellin.

This way, please.

Sorry, folks.

So sorry.

Come on, Sweetie.

I saved you a place.

Get your cute, little butt in here.

Good Lord.

I don't think I've seen you in a month of Sundays.

You saw me at the search, Jackie.

I didn't really see you.

See, it was that sweet tea and its kick.

Please tell me y'all aren't waiting on us.

Well, we weren't waiting for the pastor.

That's for sure.

You look great.

I don't know what I expected.

- You look absolutely... - Jackie, inside voice.

It's a funeral.

You look great.

They can't release the body

because of the investigation.

Can you even imagine?

That's Natalie's mama and daddy.

They're divorced.

They keep to themselves.

We gather here to celebrate

the life of Natalie Keene.

Her death is a great tragedy,

but we must turn our hearts to the light.

We begin with some words of comfort

from Natalie's mother, Jeannie Keene.

Jeannie?

Natalie was a surprise baby,

but we were grateful for her.

Almost six years

after our sweet son, a girl.

I taped a pink ribbon

to her little, bald head.

She snatched it off.

Six weeks old, and our girl

knew what she wanted.

She was always like that...

A spitfire, a contrarian,

a tomboy, a goofball.

Smart as a whip, she didn't suffer fools.

I remember when she was two,

I was making goo-goo eyes at her.

I swear she rolled her eyes.

In our first home in Philadelphia,

she'd sneak out and explore the city.

In Wind Gap, she roamed the woods

and would report back to us on everything she saw.

She talked a lot.

She talked a lot when she had something to say

and was quiet if she didn't.

I wish more grown-ups had that gift.

It is horrible to lose a child.

It is unbearable to lose her this way...

to a murdering fiend.

I know I'm supposed to be forgiving,

but I am furious.

I know what good people say.

"An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind."

I wish I could be that gentle.

I want revenge.

I want justice...

for her daddy who will never get

to walk her down the aisle.

For her brother, who was her best friend.

And for me who will never, ever

recover from her loss.

We love you, Natalie.

Heaven does, indeed,

have another angel,

but we must know that Natalie

has gone to a better place to sit with God.

Camille, please.

For the sake of the family, please.

Now, would you please stand

as we say, together, the words

Our Savior Christ has taught us?

Our Father who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name,

thy kingdom come, thy will be done,

on Earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who trespass against us.