Sharp Objects

Camille and Dickey

- sittin' in a tree. -

We're dying to know.

Who do you think did it? We want the inside scoop.

Calhoun Day, it's not appropriate...

given the events.

I haven't caught the killer.

...hurt me if you can, but my wounds will heal stronger than before,

and my scars will armor me.

I will never give up my Hus-band!

I will never betray my town!

Alan?

Look at you. Perfection.

- Can you...? - Yeah.

Today celebrates what is unmovable about this place.

About us.

I just want things to be nice.

And it will be.

It's gonna be the best Calhoun Day ever.

Now...

which jacket do you like?

People are talkin', Cubby. This story is blowing up.

Do not say "blowing up." We are both too old for "blowing up."

Well, it's got more hits than our site's ever got.

What do the kids call that?

Look, we need to feed this thing.

Can you turn me around a new installment in 24 to 48?

Um, 48, maybe.

We need more about those girls.

Who were their best friends?

What's the pattern here?

What the hell's wrong with this town?

Well, that I cannot fit into 800 words.

Big picture. Rotting America. Fall of Rome stuff.

Yeah, it's more like the fall of the South.

My backyard's about to be littered with Confederate flags.

Now, that's good. You gotta milk the shit out of that cow.

Yeah, I'm not sure those two metaphors go together.

You been drinkin'?

Funny girl.

Hey, kid, I'm proud of you.

I'll get on it. Thanks.

You're doin'...

If it's the floor your readers want,

the light flatters it best from the doorway.

You a shutterbug, Mrs. Crellin?

I just... I know this floor,

and this house has been a part of my family for ages.

There's soldiers' blood on the floor.

My mother was a Calhoun. She married into the Preakers.

They had the money, the Calhouns had the house.

That's never gonna make it into the magazine. Anyway...

No, it's just...

I am just the photographer.

Good background.

Oh, this was added in the thirties.

And... And do you see...

where the ivory ends here?

Lean times for the... For the Calhouns.

And of course, you can't get ivory anymore.

Camille!

No, no, that's... That's all right.

Your new shoes.

How many times...

Camille!

It's fine, it's fine. See?

Thank you.

Hey. Uh, call me back when you have a minute.

I want to talk to you about this article I just read.

Beautiful.

Right on Calhoun Day.

Here you go.

K.C.

Well, it's tradition.

Wear it every year. I gotta look my best.

Yeah, I still think your tradition's a bad idea.

Be right with you, Detective.

Take your time.

Can't call it off now. Besides,

- people need to blow off steam. - That's what I'm afraid of.

Well, you should have thought of that before.

"Wind Gap victims knew killer.

Police scrutinize community.

Sources close to the investigation..."

- I like that word, "close." - I didn't tell her anything

she hadn't figured out already.

And I got something out of it, too.

Ooh, I hope you did, son.

Now everybody's all het up, goin' on about Keene and Nash.

I never mentioned them. She never mentioned them.

I don't know how many folks sent me this article in the space of two hours.

You still think it's a good idea to get these het-up people convened in one place?

You ask me,

if you cancel you're askin' for trouble.

There's a lot of folks ready to drink,

and no place to be? No, thank you.

There you go.

I doubled the detail.

I got good men and true comin' in from up county.

I'm not worried about Calhoun Day.

Thank you, Clyde.

A little worried about you, though, son.

Your Preaker girl? Good tree, bad apple.

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

You watch yourself.

And Kansas City...

if you're comin', don't dress like a Union soldier.

- Thank you, Clyde! Chief.

Anything with fleurs-de-lis

is gonna be dining room service.

Without is veranda.

Mama, will you run lines with me?

In a minute, sweet.

And of course,

anything past the tents is plastic ware.

It's a big job. Thank you. These look beautiful.

I'll do it. It's OK.

- OK... - I want Camille to do it.

Camille never liked our pageant history.

Did you?

No, I just thought it was an odd thing to celebrate.

- But I don't mind. - I'm Millie Calhoun.

You're the Yankee rapist.

All right. "You're gonna tell us where he's hidin', girl, or else."

I will never give up my husband.

I will never betray my town!

You'll have to burn this tree down.

Wow, I forgot how creepy this play was.

Tried to change it, but Mr. Lacey wouldn't go for it.

Just let it be. It is what it is.

You said it's that way only because it's written by men.

You did, now? Wow. So you're a feminist?

That is not what you're wearing to the party, is it?

It's a barbecue, and I'm wearin' jeans.

It's not a barbecue. And you're in all black. On Calhoun Day?

Well, I'm not really a part of it.

Folks don't understand that, Camille. You're under my roof.

Field trip to find you something appropriate.

Let's go! Just girls. Hear that, Alan?

Yes, dear.

She's so easy to rile.

My other phone. Don't tell Mama.

You have Ann and Natalie in there?

- - You guys were friends, right?

You used to hang out with them?

Not that much.

I mean, like, a million years ago.

Seventh grade.

That was, like, a year ago.

Do you feel like you can talk to me about them?

- On the record? - Come on.

Kidding.

I just...

I don't like to think about them.

It scares me.

I feel bad,

because we weren't friends anymore when it happened.

They still wanted to, like, play in the woods,

with forts and shit.

Kid stuff.

- -

Did you guys used to hang out in that huntin' shed?

Shit.

"'Wind Gap protects its own''

You hear that a lot in a small Missouri town.

But two grisly child murders have changed

- the meaning of 'protect.'" - Don't read that.

Don't read that. Where did you get that?

Kelsey. Jodes shared it to her.

"Sources close to the investigation

confirm that the local community..."

Ha! John, right? "is under scrutiny."

- Can you keep it down, please? -

Holy shit. Three more people just shared it to me.

Shared it with you. And put it away.

- Jodes? - Put it away!

Fucking Jodes saw this before I did?

Girls! Let's go.

Bitch.

Oh, she still has that ugly grate.

Such as shame people in town feel the need for that sort of thing.

Good morning!

We have some great things set aside for you ladies today.

And who is this lovely creature?

This is my eldest daughter.

- Camille. It's a pleasure. - Hello.

She takes after her father.

His coloring, his temperament.

How are your hands? I heard.

Roses are so cruel to my soft skin.