Sharp Objects

Do you think Amma's safe

with Camille in the house?

You could kill me right here

and Dicky boy still couldn't figure it out.

Doesn't help anything.

You talkin' to people, rilin' folks up.

Nothing's ever your fault.

- Is it? -

Shit.

I'm still in Wind Gap.

Ahh.

You be safe...

today.

Camille.

I wanna talk to you.

Another time, okay?

- -

- Yeah. - So ugly.

Hey, sis!

Please don't be mad.

I was just pissed at you for blowing me off last night.

I wasn't blowing you off. I was doing my job.

With that hot cop. I'd totally fuck him.

Shut up, Jodes.

My sister's boyfriend you're talkin' about.

That's not my boyfriend.

Not yet, but he likes you.

I can tell.

Please forgive me.

Sometimes when I show off in front of my friends,

I get carried away.

I don't feel like fightin' with you.

Wanna see something funny?

This kid at school, J.C.,

came up with a crazy meme.

Hilarious!

Everybody thinks he did it, huh?

- Want some? No. Thank you.

Okay. Well, if you change your mind,

we'll be out behind the stables.

- Camille. - What?

Don't tell Mama.

- Oh, my God! -

Is your hand getting any better, dear?

You know us Crellin women.

Slow healers.

Oh, could you slice those a tiny bit smaller, please?

Why aren't you ready?

I'm gonna have to ask you to give my regrets to Jackie.

This cut on my hand is giving me fits.

It's barely a scratch.

To you, maybe.

Well, I'm sure the ladies

will be disappointed you're not there.

I'll be giving them the gift they so enjoy...

The opportunity to talk about me.

Luckily, I'll have you there to defend me.

Well, I'm certain that occasion will not arise.

In Wind Gap,

recyclables go out on Wednesday.

Jesus Christ.

Make yourself at home, Detective.

I hope you don't mind. The door was open.

- What do you want? - I need to know

why you're following John Keene.

Who says I'm following John Keene?

John Keene. I bumped into him at the store.

He said, "Are you following me, too?"

- That boy's paranoid. - Come on.

There's only so many cop cars in town.

What are you gettin' at?

We need to share information before another little girl

in this town loses her teeth.

That's what I'm gettin' at.

And I'll go first, since I'm the visiting team here, okay?

I'm meeting today with the reporter.

- Who, Preaker girl? - Yeah.

That woman knows something.

I don't know what it is.

Once she tells me, I tell you.

How do you know she'll tell you?

Call it intuition.

Well, in Wind Gap we call that something else.

So, we have a deal?

What do you got for me?

Keene.

Keene!

I'm letting you go. I'm letting you go.

- What? - Take off.

Excuse me, what?

You're done! Go home!

Are you fuckin' serious? What did I do?

This fuckin' town.

Camille Preaker!

- Hey, honey. - Hi, honey.

Hi.

She's here. She's here.

Mwah.

Where is that mother of yours?

Uh, she is tending to an injury, I'm afraid.

But she's fine. She just cut her finger on some rose bushes.

But she really wanted to be here.

Uh-huh. Well, that's a crock of shit.

Adora'll be fine. She's a fighter.

Calhoun Day is comin' up.

It always gets her spirits up.

Calhoun Day. Is that a good idea?

That's a crime reporter's mind at work right there.

Every suspect in town is roamin' around Adora's lawn

with all that young, fresh meat.

Good Lord, Jackie, that is so morbid.

It's stupid is what it is.

Excuse me! Hello! Excuse me.

Can we get some menus over here, please?

Thank you.

So, Camille, we're dyin' to know.

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

Well, I want to know what y'all think.

What is the matter with that girl?

Well, I think Anne's daddy...

Bob Nash. He did it.

Now, that man is a hot mess.

Every time I'm in the store,

all he does is stare at my titties.

Well, everybody does that.

Maybe you should invest in a better bra.

Besides, Bob Nash has always had it in for the Keenes.

We all know why.

Now, that is just plain gossip.

John Keene and Julie Wheeler's

little Miss Perfect cheerleading daughter, Ashley,

doing Lord knows what in her own backyard.

Well, I want to make him my boy slave.

I'll bet that boy killed the Nash girl

and then killed his own sister

to cover up his tracks.

No, I don't... No.

I don't think that John killed his sister.

He seems a little sweet.

Too sweet, if you ask me.

Oh, hush. - That is one strange family,

and he is the strangest of them all.

Zeke, you cannot go and fight those Yankees.

Who will defend our children?

I know you're afraid, Miss Millie,

evil is about to descend on Wind Gap.

What must be do, my brave husband?