Episode #1.1

Anyone...

Anyone

Anyone

Anyone

You can blame me

Try to shame me

And I'll still care for you

You can run around

Even put me down...

Still I'll be there for you

There are at least two sides to every story.

Yours and mine.

Ours and theirs.

His and hers.

Which means someone is always lying.

Mew.

Meow.

Oh, do you dare? Oh, woo-hoo!

Do you dare wake me up?

How are you, baby?

Can I ask you a question?

- Who's the baddest? - Me!

- Who's the best? - Me!

- Who's the bravest? - Me!

You're damn skippy. Go on. Go downstairs. Let's get breakfast.

Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go! Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go!

Love you, baby.

Shit.

Hey, d'you take my charger?

Hey, Zoe, where's my charger?

I don't know.

- Hey. - What, you wanna grow horns?

- Huh? - Mm-mm.

- Late night? - Mm-mm. Not really.

- What can I get you, baby? - Strawberries.

Yeah? Strawberries? You gots it.

I didn't hear you come in.

I could've been bumping Megadeth, you wouldn't have heard.

Okay, don't start with me, Jack. Vodka's cheaper than Ambien.

You know she's got soccer practice today, right?

- Mm-hmm. - What time does that start?

- Three, four. - 4:30, okay?

4:30 on Wednesdays.

What?

Nothing. Just... you smell good. It's weird.

Oh, shit. No, wait.

- I can't... I can't take her. - Why?

I told Barbara I might do something.

- So I can't go? - Nah, baby.

What do you mean? I feel like--

You wanna call Barbara and tell her I can't come tonight?

Baby, I'm taking you to practice, but I'm coming straight from work.

You know what that means? You gotta be ready.

That means water, cleats, and?

- Shin guards. - That's right, baby.

Hey, Meg-Meg, I love you.

I love you, love you.

- Bye-bye. - Bye.

Bye.

Yeah, baby, I like it raw

Shimmy, shimmy, ya Shimmy, yam, shimmy, yay

Gimme the mic so I can take it away

Off on a natural charge, bon voyage

Yeah, from the home Of the Dodger Brooklyn squad

Wu-Tang killer bees on a swarm

Rain on your college-ass disco dorm

For you to even touch my skill

You gotta go through one killer bee And he ain't gonna

Baby, I like it raw

- Morning. Coming to you! - Shimmy, shimmy, ya, shimmy, yam...

Hey. What is that? Curbside service?

- It's hot. Yeah, here. - Thank you, Priya.

Okay. All right, let's go.

- Where we goin'? - I texted you, like, 20 times.

- You didn't get my texts? - Ah... Phone's fucked. What's goin' on?

We've got a dead body.

Right now, anesthetic's numbing the pain,

but the root's fractured.

That's causing an infection.

Two options.

One, antibiotics. Maybe save the tooth.

Two, pull it.

If it were me, I'd pull it, but I wouldn't have gone a year between appointments.

- Give me the pills. - Okay.

Write the name down of the person that found the body.

- Anonymous call, sir. - Anonymous? What?

Kimmy couldn't get a name? What, male, female, nothin'?

No, sir, but I am told that early indications--

Early indications... Whose indications? What, Walters? Huh?

- Walters. - Yeah.

And Bill from booking? Come on.

Morons haven't been on a murder case in ten years but have early indications?

No, come on, Boston. Don't do that. You're better than that.

Don't let their narratives cloud your judgment,

not on a possible homicide investigation.

You want facts, right? Not indications.

No hunches.

Anybody comes at you with a hunch, shoot that shit down,

especially if they're from around here.

- You're from around here, sir. - Yes, I am.

And I appreciate you pointing that out.

Okay. Here we go.

I just want you to keep in mind how slow things move around here, right?

Not like Atlanta?

Not a lot of dead bodies found in Dahlonega, if you hadn't noticed.

Wow.

- Morning. Detective Priya Patel. - Morning.

- How you doin'? - Hi. Good.

- Good morning, Detective. - Hey. Good morning.

- We've got a good one down here. - Yeah?

Pretty brutal. I hope you guys aren't squeamish.

It's the worst one I've seen in a long time.

Okay. Do we have an approximate time of death?

- Not at this time, no. - Okay. Any weapons found?

No.

Ain't no love

In the heart of the city

Yeah

Ain't no love

In the heart of the town

No

Ain't no love

And it's sure enough a pity...

Hey, Sam. It's not workin'.

Let's look here.

Oh. It expired last year.

Oh...

All set, Ms. Andrews.

Glad to have you back.

Thank you.

This whole neighborhood

But now that you're gone

You know the sun don't shine

From the city hall

Down to the county line

- Oh, is that Anna? Hey. - Oh, is that Anna?

- Did you know she was coming back? - Mm-mm.

Anna!

- It was Lexy, right? - Still is.

You look amazing. What happened to your face?

Excuse me, just on the way to see Jim.

- You're coming back? - Of course.

Everybody, we're two minutes to air. Two minutes to air.

Thrilled you're back.

You gave her my job?

Oh, Christ, Andrews, you know it's not that simple.

"Lexy, Anna's back. You're fired."

That's about as complicated as a ham sandwich, Jim.

- Call her in here. I'll do it for you. - She's got a contract.

- So do I. - Did.

I could only keep her as substitute anchor for so long.

If I didn't make her permanent, she was gonna walk.

How do you suddenly make that woman the face of the station, Jim, in Atlanta?

I don't see color.

Look, Anna.

I'm a parent.

I can't imagine the hell that you've been through.

We feel for you.

All of us.

But no matter how much I sympathize, you disappeared for a year.

I don't need your sympathy.

Not that I don't appreciate it, Jim. I do. I just... It's not necessary.

I needed the time, but now I'm good,

and if I have to reinvent myself and earn my job back, I will.

Why now?

A week, a month, a year, what difference does it make?

Now I'm ready.

And I've worked too hard for too long to disappear.

I'm sorry, Anna. There's nothing I can do.

I really am.

Oh...

- Dahlonega. - Sorry?

- They found a body. - I know.

Let me take it as a field reporter.

Field reporter?!

I mean, reinvention is one thing, but that's a little far.

- I was born in Dahlonega. - News to me.

And raised there. I know the people. They'll talk to me.

About what? It's one body. We get that every day.

In Atlanta, not in small-town America,

and not when that body is a murdered white woman.

You don't know it was murder, and how do you know she was white?

In Dahlonega? Trust me, Jim, she's white.

It could be nothin'.

And if it is, I'll go quietly, but I think we both know it's not nothin'.

- Field reporter, huh? - Mm-hmm.

- Field-reporter salary. - Done.

What's up with your face? I can't have viewers thinkin' you're stroking out.

Novocaine. It'll wear off by lunch.

And cameraman, who do you want?

Richard.

Richard?

Jones?

As in Lexy's husband? You know him?

No, just of him, but I hear he's the best.

One story, Andrews.

You fuck it up, create problems for me, you're out. Hear me?

You got two hours. Better hustle if you're gonna make the news at six.

Thank you, Jim.

Yeah, lucky me.