True Detective

Something went down, 2002.

Your ex-husband's partner, Rustin Cohle.

I knew Rust to be a good man.

So I can't imagine what I can offer.

I'm the only one ever took up for you.

No, buddy, without me...

there is no you.

The man with the scars made me watch what he did to Billy.

What's this all about now?

Dead women and children.

Your partner here, he braced Billy Lee Tuttle.

This is exactly what I'm talking about.

If he was pissed off after the conversation we had,

then I am onto Tuttle.

I really wanted to see you.

I saw the pictures on your phone.

I cannot help it if some crazy bitch sent...

I slept with someone.

It was Rust.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

- I quit. - You serious?

I thought maybe we should talk.

Sure. I'll follow you.

(THE HANDSOME FAMILY'S FAR FROM ANY ROAD PLAYING)

From the dusty May sun.

Her looming shadow grows.

Hidden in the branches.

Of the poison creosote.

She twines her spines up slowly.

Towards the boiling sun.

And when I touched her skin.

My fingers ran with blood.

When the last light warms the rocks.

And the rattlesnakes unfold.

The mountain cats will come.

To drag away your bones.

And rise with me forever.

Across the silent sand.

And the stars will be your eyes.

And the wind will be my hands.

- True Detective. - S01E07 "After You've Gone"

You look like you're doing all right.

Father Time has his way with us all.

Looks like you must have pissed him off.

Ahem.

Why we here?

I got a thing

the State PD's asking about.

The Lake Charles murder.

I mean, shouldn't it have been in the paper

to draw a line somewhere by now?

I mean, we can't trust them.

And, I mean, if they're gonna cover something like that up,

who knows what else they've covered up?

What you think?

I think you don't look particularly healthy.

Listening to you talk,

your eyes, you seem

kind of brittle, Rust.

Most of the last decade I spent Stone-drunk.

Functional, but hammered.

Went back to Alaska,

spent 8 years working fishing boats, bars.

- Oh, I thought you didn't like the cold. - I hate it.

And then I come back here to Louisiana for the first time in 2010.

And why is that?

The same reason I'm sitting across the table from you now.

A man remembers his debts.

I don't dwell on the past.

Well, it must be nice.

I'm not interested in whatever it is you think you owe me.

Oh, I don't owe you.

We left something undone.

We got to fix it,

and I've been working on this for two years.

Me, myself.

Never called you, I never bothered you with it...

Yeah, why would you? Shit, man, what did you do?

Alienate every other person in your life,

and then finally you came back to me in the rotation?

You know, not for nothing, but if you wouldn't have clipped Ledoux back then,

we might have got the whole fucking story out of him.

You know, I think I'm gonna finish this beer and say so long.

Now, I'm not much of a drinker nowadays.

In fact, I hadn't had a drop in 3 weeks till I ran into you.

Well, I don't need you to drink, Marty.

- I need you to help me. - Why would I?

They say you can't account for your time.

They got eyewitnesses placing you

at the Lake Charles crime scene.

You got some storage shed that you won't let them look at.

- That's right. - Why not?

Why not shoot straight with them? You're innocent.

Help them stop wasting their time.

Fucking since when did guilt and innocence define the State PD, huh?

Come the fuck on.

Now, I don't know the sprawl of this thing, all right?

The people I'm after, they're all fucking over.

They're in a lot of different things,

pieces, family trees.

The only way for you to understand

what I'm on to here is for me to show you.

You got to come see what I got.

No. You know what?

I don't think I've been very clear with you, Rust.

If you were drowning,

I'd throw you a fucking barbell.

Why would I ever help you?

Be'cause you have a debt.

You got some fucking sack.

What's that mean, I have a debt, huh?

Means the way shit went down in 95,

this is on you, too, buddy.

What do you got to show me?

What you packing?

.38.

Hollow-point?

- (POPS OPEN BOTTLE) - Yeah.

That'd do it.

You never be too careful.

All right.

Remember, there was no physical evidence

connecting Dora Lange to Ledoux's place

out in the woods, meaning it probably didn't happen out there.

Nobody was in a hurry to bring that up.

Two... women and children gone missing,

all taken from areas within a 10-mile radius

of schools that were funded by Tuttle's Wellspring initiative.

We establish a connection.

Who's in, who's out, you know?

I mean, do people disappear in equal numbers in other parts of the state?

- How many schools were there? - 14.

Now, I've covered a surface area.

I pulled runaways in state

and missing persons, and if you'll notice,

there's twice as many along the bayous. I don't know why.

Hell, someone should do a study as to why.

Well, now you're just throwing up stats.

Why was Tuttle so interested in the Lange case, huh?

Remember Charlie Lange said what Ledoux told him?

Said there's a group of men, sacrifices.

Well, I think Tuttle recognized the scene.

That's why he came down there jiminy quick with a fucking task force,

and that's why he tripped out when I talked to him in 02.

Ok, so what happened to him?

I mean, I'm looking around here,

and I don't see or hear anything

that doesn't make this all conjectural.

1988.

Accusations of child molestation

at a preschool funded by Tuttle.

Name of that school is Shepherd's Flock.

It shuts down, reopens two years later on Pelican Island

under the name Light of the Way Academy,

where Rianne Olivier went.

And I got an enrollment list... 16 kids in the class.

One of them turned out to be a young man who'd just showed up

for solicitation in New Orleans.

Now, this is 2010.

His name is Toby Boelert.

Goes by the name of Johnny Joanie.

Shepherd's Flock?

Why are you asking me about that place?

You know, after that place shut down, there was a lot of talk going around.

You ever see that reverend...

Billy Lee Tuttle, around?

You know, I think so, but who can remember way back?

That's how it all started.

Memory be fucked.

I decided it all had to be a dream anyways,

and I don't remember if it...

We'd go to sleep,

only sometimes I didn't feel like I was asleep.

I felt like I was still awake, but I must have been asleep

be'cause I couldn't move.

Just... sort of see under my eyelids.

And what?

I don't know.

There were men...

taking pictures.

Sometimes...

other things.

Who were they?

I don't know.

They had animal faces.

That's why I decided it had to be a dream.

They had animal faces, well, it had to be a dream.

Any other kids see this?

One girl.

I don't remember her name.

She first started talking about it.

And she seen it, too, the faces.

I do not remember her name.

Marie Fontenot?

Maybe.

You ever see any of these men's faces?

Once.

They didn't all have animal faces.

Three younger men. I don't remember them.

Just one.