True Detective

Them flies are gettin' thick.

Somebody ought to give you a good hosin'.

Hmm. Heat ain't helpin'.

Eh, reckon you'll keep another day.

Be good, I'll bring you some more water round noon.

Bye, Daddy.

Hey!

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

What the devil is all this about?

Why was I brought here?

Games, must we?

Not that I mind a slight case of abduction

now and then, but I have tickets for the theater this evening,

to a show I was looking forward to, and I get, well,

kind of unreasonable about things like that.

With such expert play-acting, you make this very room a theater...

You have a good walk?

Yes, my dear.

Top-notch walk this morning.

Top-notch constitutional.

It's been weeks since I left my mark.

Would that they had eyes to see.

Hey! Don't you get Miss Billie in here with them dirty feet!

Sorry, old chap.

You want to make flowers today?

Now, Betty,

I have very important work to do.

My...

ascension removes me from the disc and the loop.

I'm near final stage.

Some mornings,

I can see the infernal plane.

You haven't made flowers on me for maybe 3 weeks.

Makes me sad is all.

Ah, come up in me lap, lass.

Here, and let me comfort ye in your distress.

You're make fun of me again.

Heh heh! Now, why'd I do a thing like that, huh?

Is it because you're ne so bright?

Because of your head bein' so slow and like? Ha ha ha!

Oh, you better let me go 'cause I'm burn your eggs.

Hmm?

Mmm.

Couldn't you tell me about Grampa?

Mmm.

Ah!

Mmm.

I was in the cane fields,

and he caught me when I was alone.

And the dirt was warm.

I felt the dirt warm on my back.

You're gonna lose a kneecap if I got to ask you again.

Take it out of the bag and put it in the machine.

Don't look at me.

Look at the TV.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Why are you showing me this?!

That little girl is the one you said went to see her daddy.

Marie Fontenot, circa 1990.

I took a m-missing juvenile report.

And when I went back to follow up on it,

the file said, "Report made in error."

I never wrote that.

So I marched it right in to the sheriff, Ted Childress.

He's dead now.

He did it.

What'd the sheriff say?

He said he'd changed it,

that he knew the mother and the father,

the aunt and the uncle.

It was a niece once removed from him or somethin'.

It was the chain of command.

No reason to change it.

I just...follow what the big man says.

It's...

how this all works.

I--I tried to get back with the mother.

I tried to get back with her.

She was gone! She split!

The file was gone!

Nobody said a word!

Later that year, I was in State CID, on Ted's recommendation!

Nobody ever gave me a reason to second-guess it!

It's chain of command!

Right?

What do you think?

I don't think he's lying...

as far as he knows.

As far as I know?

What the fuck is with you, man?!

Might be a whole lot safer

if we staged something, Marty...

sent the Maserati over the guardrail.

Whoa!

Boys, slow down.

Be careful out there.

I can get you a cafeteria lunch if you're hungry.

That's all right, Miss.

I've got to get on with my work.

Lots to do today.

Oh, all right.

We're gonna hang onto your phone and your gun

till we get safe and mail them to you once we know we are.

That work for you, Steve?

You can bet your ass it doesn't.

And it's Sheriff Geraci to you, shitheel.

Now, look, Steve, you're gonna want to swing some dick on this thing.

I'm gonna give you a couple reasons why you won't.

First off, we found this tape in your possession.

It's a video of the little girl that you said was not missing.

Second off, all findings are with lawyers, ready to be forwarded

to media outlets, feds,

CID, U.S. Attorneys,

should either one of us get sworn a warrant or

if either one of us just fall off the face of the fuckin' earth,

as people are wont to do in your neck of the woods.

So you just think about that little girl, Steve.

What about your boat?

That ain't my boat.

You know whose boat that is? I never seen it before.

It's gonna come back on you, you assholes,

one way or another.

You just think about that little girl, Steve.

For quite some time, I'm gonna be thinking about you, Rust.

Hey, one other thing, Steve.

Got an old sniper pal, all right?

Contract's already been paid.

Me or Marty, we see cuffs or coffins,

you're gonna end up in the dirt.

Then we're gonna smear your name.

I got something coming for you, baby.

Your psycho bit don't cur me, boy!

You hear me?!

What the fuck?! Hey!

I strike you as more of a talker or a doer, Steve?

That's my fuckin' car!

God damn it!

L'chaim, fatass.

You motherfuckers!

Fuck you!

This old Sheriff Childress.

He's got no kids, no location on any of his relatives.

You think they could have wiped out birth records?

I don't see why not.

I mean, half those hospitals along the coast are gone now.

You know, we got a dead end

on the relations and, uh,

what else is there?

Case files.

You want pre-'98 or after?

After.

We're gonna have to be looking at these records with fresh eyes, Marty.

All right? Like we're totally green.

Why green ears?

I mean, assuming that's our guy.

I don't know, exactly.

My thinking was it was probably

leaves of some kind, you know,

'cause we do know that he came at her through the woods.

Why? What you thinking?

Looking for '95 Dora Lange canvassing photos

from Erath.

Why?

Well...

Rust.

Come over here.

Now, you think, back then, does that--

does that look like a fresh...

paint job to you?

The green ears. Yeah.

Maybe they were sticking out of his hat.

Maybe he painted that house.

I'm going to look up old addressees.

Fuck you, man.

Something's been bugging me the last 10 years.

Not every day, just now and then.

We went at it,

day you quit.

Were you holding back?

No, I don't see how I could've.

Oh, yeah, you do.

You--you've always had such

an inflated idea of yourself.

Meaning what?

Meaning it seems pretty damn arrogant

to hold back in a fight with me.

You think you could have put me down?

Ah, I don't know.

Hell, I'd have had to kill you.

You were so goddamn mad.

Yeah, um...ahem.