True Detective

Back up!

What happened out there?

Do you know if somethin' happened?

Does she look familiar?

-(SOBBING) This is my baby girl? -What do you think?

Were you aware that one of the officers

who processed the Woodard scene went missing

during the second investigation?

There's no fucking way that backpack

was in that crawlspace when that mortar went off.

Tells some story of how she's a princess

from the pink rooms. Said she, uh, lost a brother.

(ON RECORDER) They're looking for me.

Tell him to leave me alone. The man acting like my father!

Children should laugh.

There wasn't a lot of laughter around here.

I know Lucy wrote it

when that director showed me some pictures.

Dan O'Brien's body was found in a drained quarry.

How you gonna talk to these people?

We done what we done.

I remember what we done, I remember not to say.

You walked away.

Not this time.

Helluva day when a gunfight's the second most excitin' thing that happens to you.

I was trying to hold out.

Make you wait a bit.

You seem like the type that kinda thing matters.

You don't have to do that.

What?

Check and see if I'm judgin' you.

I'm not.

I was so glad you weren't hurt.

Came close.

First time I fired my weapon on the job.

You fired your weapon before, in the war?

I wanna hear about your stuff.

How you got here, your past.

Honestly...

I never give it thought.

One thing I learned, the war?

Life happens now.

Then later's now, y'know?

It's never behind you.

And I'm not avoidin' the question, just...

really don't spend time rememberin' stuff.

That's like a superpower to me.

I can't even understand that. How do you do it?

Hmm. Just lucky, I guess.

Girl on Tape: Tell him to leave me alone.

- I-I know what he did. - Hotline Officer: Who?

Girl: The man on TV acting like my father!

Officer: Can you tell me where you're calling from?

Girl: Where's my brother? Will?

I don't know what he did with him.

That certainly sounds like an indictment.

And according to the file, he didn't have an alibi the night of.

You two never kicked that very hard, did you?

You ignored that?

We need to go at him, hard.

Freddy Burns saw the boy alone out in them woods

when we still had Tom workin' on his car.

Morelli: Me and Ted can take a shot,

y'all want to observe.

No.

We'll do it.

I don't know what that call was,

but no way we could be that wrong.

Wanna give it to Morelli?

No.

Them others'll eat him alive.

What's it mean?

- That was her, wasn't it? - Sit down, Tom.

I don't wanna sit down right now.

It's not a request.

What're you lookin' like that for?

- Something you want to tell us, Mr. Purcell? - What?

However long it's been, this is the time.

While you're talkin' to a couple of friends.

'Cause they bring in the other guys,

it's gonna get bad.

Tell us your side.

We can help. Make a case for ya.

My side?

Everybody knows my side.

You--

You think-- me?

Back in '80, the night of the incident.

Couple of neighbors saw you workin' in the garage, early evenin'.

Don't have anybody saw you after 6:30.

Saw me?

Roland...

Lieutenant West.

You go somewhere back then?

You leave the house and forgot to tell us?

N-No.

No. I went back inside, I had a couple beers,

and listened to the Cardinals game, same as I told you.

Julie's room.

There's a little hole in her wall

came out back of Will's closet.

- A what? - Like a peephole.

For spyin'.

Ever look in on her? Julie?

Maybe while she was gettin' dressed?

Some question, wasn't there,

whether she was yours?

Lucy passed it around a lot, what we hear.

Listen, she-- she--

I held--

I fed her, got up in the night.

She's mine. That child is mine.

How could you, after everything you know,

you think I could do something like that?!

Do-- you?!

- Did you give her to somebody, Tom? - What?

- Was she tryin' to get away from you? - What?

Somebody helpin' her out of a situation with you?

- What?! Why?! - Did Will know, did he catch you?

Why! Why! Goddamn, why would I?!

You know they weren't playin' with that neighbor kid.

Who were they meetin' at Devil's Den?

I don't know. I don't know anything you're talkin' 'bout!

No, no, no, no...

Roland: Tell us about it.

We wanna help you.

But we can't if you don't talk to us.

Wayne: I don't know.

Usually I do.

But I don't know.

I can't believe we missed this.

I mean, could he have colluded with Woodard?

Come to that, could he have planted the items in Woodard's house?

There's no evidence right now for an arrest.

Hold him for the 24. Start diggin' for anything that points in his direction.

I'm gonna give you a warrant for his place.

We need to check out where that call came from, too.

Get busy. We missed it once...

we're not losin' him now.

Eliza: The phone call was viewed as a major turn, correct?

Law enforcement seemed to consider it as an indictment,

particularly in light of... what happened.

What happened?

Huh?

After questioning, Tom Purcell was held in jail.

What did investigators do after that phone call?

That was her, wasn't it? Julie?

Mm-hmm.

Call came from a truck stop outside Russellville.

We pulled a partial off of a pay phone.

Hers.

You didn't want to tell the bosses about the backpack?

You were pretty convinced it was planted.

It was planted.

I didn't wanna give 'em that to use on him yet.

Hey.

Hey.

Had to change. Gotta go back out.

OK.

Missin' my old clip-ons.

Shit.

You're not in elementary school anymore.

Where you goin'?

I have things to do.

New book.

What new book?

Sequel.

It's about the current investigation.

I thought you wanted to work on a novel next.

The publisher wants this bad.

They think it's too good an opportunity.

I get troubled callin' what happened an "opportunity."

That's their word.

We can't expect the world to conform

to Wayne Hays's moral semantics.

Right.

Well, it's an opportunity for you, isn't it?

Back to Major Crimes.

Keeping your own hours.

We get clear on this, I'll be home more.

Will you?

Seems like this suits you better.

Running free.

Just tryin' to do my job right.

So that's my imagination...

seeing you like you can't breathe in here?

Yeah, it's your imagination.

Telling yourself stories about me, my motives.