Sharp Objects

Amma. She's scared of something.

John Keene has no motive.

What and I do?

Your Preaker girl?

There's things about her you don't know.

And it's why...

...I never loved you.

- Extracted from retail. - Colored HI and improvements by GoldBerg_44

- Extracted from retail. - Colored HI and improvements by GoldBerg_44

Camille: Amma!

Adora: Bless you...

for finding her.

I never loved you.

Richard: Good mornin'.

Good mornin'.

You want a cup of coffee?

I got French vanilla in a vacuum-sealed pouch.

No, thank you.

I should probably get going. I got a busy day.

What about tonight?

Um, well, I have plans.

Unless you feel like joining a bunch of ex-high school cheerleaders.

You could see what I might've been like

if I'd have stayed in Wind Gap.

You slept in your clothes?

If you want, I'm the proud owner

of a 14-year-old flannel.

Sounds like you're halfway

to a question you wanted to ask me.

No, it was an offer.

Mm, you're gonna have to do better

than a cup of coffee and an old flannel shirt.

- Be safe out there today. - Man: (on radio) Chief--

What is it?

Don't do a thing till I get there.

Adora: Have you seen Alan?

No. Why, do you need a ride?

No. Thank you, I'm just-- a quick trip to the pharmacy.

I don't mind. I gotta pick up some cream anyway.

- For your scars? - For my hands.

I can pick that up for you. Finish your breakfast.

This is the first time I've seen you eat since you got here.

What?

You tell me.

Adora: Alan?

- What do you think? - Millie, you're beautiful.

Mama, couldn't you just take a bite out of her?

Like a plump, juicy cherry.

Thank you.

- Where you going? - Just to hang out.

Well, not that I'm the best to give advice on gettin' loaded,

but after yesterday, you should slow down.

I'll be fine.

It's just a few scratches.

You should really put something on those cuts.

Look.

Check this. If I connect these two,

I could make a "C" for "Camille."

That's not funny.

I wasn't... serious.

OK, well, just don't ever do anything

- like that, all right? - Yes. I won't.

OK.

Thank you for comin' for me last night.

I get funny ideas sometimes.

Richard: Payin' your respects?

That's good of you.

It offsets the bad I do.

It's a losin' battle, but it helps me sleep.

I think a young girl

prefers daisies.

Adora's always roses, roses, roses.

But these look like...

what a child draws.

It's sweet.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Can I ask you something?

Adora mentioned that Camille had

some sort of episode recently.

Well, that's interesting.

I'm not one to talk about people's touchy areas.

Not when I'm sober, anyway.

You're gettin' warmer, Detective.

And not just 'cause it's hotter than a whore in church today.

- Man: K.C.P.D. - Hey, it's Willis.

I need to run a 522. Admittance records, area hospitals.

OK, what's the name?

Camille Preaker.

I gotta call ya back.

Chief.

I'm on my way.

- Thank you. - (flies buzzing)

Richard: Who found it?

Adora: My workers.

Bob, I'm so sorry they dragged you down here.

- I'm sorry. - Richard: Is it Ann's?

Might be. I don't know.

Vickery: Let's hose it down.

Richard: No, we still might be able to pull a print off it.

Bob, you think you could identify it by the seat?

It was white, with flowers on it.

Workman: Here ya go.

Adora: I'm sorry, Bob.

I'm so sorry.

Adora: I'm so sorry.

We're gonna need the employment records

of everyone who's worked here

for the last five years.

(pop music playing on radio)

Why don't you come rub me down?

Where's Ashley?

Cheerleading practice.

What time does she get home?

Why?

'Cause there's you, me, and an empty carriage house.

Amma: Who do I remind you of?

John: A bad little girl

who thinks she's a lot cuter than she is.

Amma: Then you should stop watchin' me.

You know how Ashley gets when she's jealous.

I like to keep on you, Amma.

Just know I always got an eye on you.

Amma: You sure do, now.

It'll be your day.

Soon.

Camille: Hi.

- Is everything OK? - John: Not really.

My mama says you take your problems with you wherever you go.

Sounds about right.

Amma: There are places you can go for help.

You know that, right?

Maybe the voices in your head can talk to somebody.

We don't want more little girls showing up without their teeth.

Amma.

Ashley: I am so rude.

- Have you been waitin' long? - No.

Oh, good. Good.

Hi, girls!

Jodes, Mama wants you to call her.

Ashley: Would you go get us some lemonade, please?

John.

Come in.

Ashley: I'm so sorry about the mess.

You could've been a model, ya know?

- I highly doubt that. - No, you could have.

I always wanted to be like you

when I was growing up.

You're a legend around here.

There are far better women to aspire to.

Not in Wind Gap, there aren't.

I used to think about you.

I pictured you in a big mansion

with a few curly tops,

and a big investment banker husband.

That sounds nice.

So, what can you tell me about the girls?

Straight to business, huh?

Yeah.

OK.

They were darling little girls.

Very well-behaved. Sweet little things.

It's like God plucked the very best girls from Wind Gap

to take to heaven for his own.

- (flips switch) - Hey, why'd you do that?

Because you were just wasting my time.

No, I--

OK.

I was just tryin' to protect John.

He's already been hurt enough.

Why does he need your protection?

Do you think he did it?

No. Of course not.

He would never do something like that.

What makes you say that?

Because it would make him popular.

Thank you, John.

Ashley: Do you ever miss cheerleading?

Young Camille: Shit.

- Young Camille: Cramps. - That time of the month?

My calf, bitch.

Thank you.

When you're done with her,

I'll go next.

Oh, fuck off, Katie.