Saving Grace s01e06 Episode Script
And You Wonder Why I Lie
- [ Thumping .]
- [ Man, Woman Moaning .]
[ Grace.]
Oh, GodI OhI [ Man .]
Ah! Mmm! Oh.
Mmm! Mm-hmm.
Oh.
- So that's a ''no'' to cuddling.
- I, uh- Time, man.
Gotta get to work.
Stakeout.
Already late.
How about you call in sick? Can't, man.
My case.
- [ Gus Barks .]
- Hey, handsome.
You need to go wee-wee? - [ Whining .]
- Damn, you're already on to another guy? Slobbers over me every night.
Go on! Go! You know, Grace- I mean, we used to go fishing and, you know, do stuff.
We do stuff.
- You know what I mean.
- Mm-hmm.
Look, I got an idea.
How about- I got a load to deliver next Saturday.
How about- How about we go fishing? Can't.
Let me guess.
You're working.
- You know how it is, man.
- I do.
[ Kisses .]
See you next time.
- Yee-hawI - [ Chuckling .]
- Don't you ever knock? - Don't you ever stop lying? Didn't want company.
Big deal.
Really? 'Cause two months from now when you decide to have Wiley over for another booty call, he's gonna be in the hospital with a brain tumor the size of a grapefruit.
I'm just lying, but no big deal.
[ Bag Rustling .]
[ Chips Crunching .]
Remember how I didn't want company? We gonna need some onion dip.
Truth or dare? You didn't accurately answer the question, so you lose your turn.
Well, I don't know how old I am, Grace.
- Truth.
- What does your boss look like? - Who? - Your boss.
Who? You got no problem saying his name while you're having sex.
- You watch me having sex? - You'd be surprised how far your voice carries.
[ Laughing .]
Okay, Earl.
What does God look like? Well, he's kind of a cross between George Clooney and Halle Berry.
- [ Scoffs .]
- So pretty he hurts your eyes.
Not real tall.
A touch of a belly.
He's got a real sweet tooth.
Uh, loves peanut clusters.
Fine.
Dare it is.
I dare you to go to Morocco.
Bring back some spices.
For cryin' out loud.
I'm not your personal shopper, Grace.
- Can't I just show you my wings again? - No.
[ Phone Ringing .]
Yeah? The address? I'll be right there.
[ Chuckling .]
Why do you always go outside? Just fly away from here.
I need room for takeoff.
Your turn.
Truth or dare? Gotta go.
Got a homicide.
- Mmm! - Truth it is.
- You ready to accept God yet? - And you wonder why I lie.
You gonna answer the question? Then I dare you to stop lying.
No exceptions.
No lies.
- None.
Zero.
- I don't lie that much.
What's that? Your idea of not much.
[ Acoustic Guitar.]
[ Man .]
So pretty and, oh, so bold Got a heart full of gold on a lonely road - She said, ''I don't even think that God can save me'' - Save me Am I gaining ground Am I losing face Have I lost and found my saving grace Thankful for the gift my angels gave me We got a dead black female, mid-20s beaten, possible sexual assault.
- Hooker? - I don't know.
You know, maybe a flight attendant.
She's got on a uniform.
She's got no I.
D.
, no name tag.
Flight attendant in this area? Slow down.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Everything okay? - Yeah.
Poor girl's had the crap beat out of her.
All I can think about is losing the farm.
You're not gonna lose the farm.
You and Ronnie go through this every year.
You always figure it out.
You will this time too.
[ Sniffs .]
Coriander.
- From Morocco.
- From Earl? We stayed up all night playing truth or dare.
Seriously, what did you ask him? Did you ask him my question? A cross between George Clooney and Halle Berry.
And after that bullshit, he dares me to stop lying.
- [ Chuckles .]
- What? You think that's funny? - Kinda.
- He also wants me to make amends to someone on my list.
You have a list? Look at the bruises and scrapes on her hands and legs.
- Think she was dumped? - Explains why she's in this area.
Whole strip is a stroll for the working girls.
- Hi, Grace.
- Hey, Henry.
She got something stuck in her hair.
Some kind of tape.
[ Camera Shutter Clicks .]
Newspaper looks like front page.
- I'll start checking the airlines.
- Corporate planes too.
- How long's she been dead? - Since last night, midnight-ish.
Your wife ever ask you if she looks fat in something? [ Scoffs .]
Darlene thinks she looks fat in everything.
Why? What'd she say? Ooh, got a purse.
- Shit! Aah! - What? A little bird! It's a dead little bird! You need to see a shrink, man! What is it with you and small birds? I just don't like 'em.
Man! Ah.
'Adelaide Cooper.
'' White.
Born 1 92 4.
Uh, she's 83 years old.
Probably dumped after a purse snatching.
Hell, at least she'll get back the pictures of her grandkids.
Tweet, tweet.
[ Laughs .]
Don't think she's a street hooker.
Look at her manicure.
- That's a good catch, Henry.
- Good enough for dinner? - Can't.
- Lunch? - Henry.
Look, man- - You got me through Molly's death.
Maybe it's time for a new cat.
[ Phone Ringing .]
- Benny, my favorite traitor.
- [ Laughs .]
Easy there, Coach.
- What have you got for me? - Uh, nothing from Missing Persons.
I contacted all the airlines at Will Rogers and Bobby's handling the executive airports.
- Do you have a picture of the victim? - Uh, yeah.
- [ Groans .]
- Yeah.
Well, we're gonna have to get a computer reconstruction out to the media.
See if the public can help us I.
D.
her.
How is it that no one has ever kicked your ass? Hook 'em, Horns.
Smithy's retirement party tomorrow night at Louie's.
I should warn you.
Paid Louie 1 0 bucks to replay last year's game.
And I should warn you I paid him Mmm, shame you gotta go back that long.
Bevo burgers this year, Benny.
Get used to it.
Any word from the working girls? Hey, Pippa.
What happened? Oh, earned a little extra last night.
You know how it goes.
Found a girl on South Rob this morning.
- Did you work last night? - Is she in the business? I don't know.
You see anything weird? Bald guy from Cincinnati.
[ Chuckles .]
- I think I know that guy.
- I'll ask the other girls if they seen anything.
You be careful, Pippa.
You tell your friends too.
Hey, your job's a lot more dangerous than mine.
I worry about you all.
- How are classes going? - Beauty school's hard.
Women nasty with their hair.
Don't ever tell me that prayers aren't answered.
This is proof.
The only thing it proves is that you're good at your job.
- I always said you were an expert witness.
- $2,000, Grace.
The trial is next week in L.
A.
for three days.
Oh, my gosh.
I've never been away that long.
Crap.
I don't know.
- Ronnie can feed himself and the kids for three days, can't he? - Yeah, with pizza and takeout.
But school on time, football practice, art class, clean clothes- - $2,000.
- Oh, I should do it.
- What's the case? - Remember that serial rapist we busted two years ago? They want me to testify that it's possible to pull D.
N.
A.
off a cigarette butt.
Nice.
Do you think Earl had something to do with this? You know, divine intervention? - I think you should ask him.
- [ Mouths Words .]
Shit, yeah.
[ Whispers .]
Why not? - Next time I see him.
- You promise? No matter where you are you'll get away from Earl and call me, and stall until I get there? Pinky swear.
- [ Laughs .]
- Anything off the newspaper? Um, fingerprints, but they're too smudged: blood and saliva, most likely the victim,: and some blue fibers I'm still trying to match.
- Date was from eight days ago.
- Think that's significant? ''City official caught in sex scandal.
'' ''Soldier home from Iraq.
'' - A bread pudding recipe from the fair.
- I'm gonna copy that.
- Since when do you bake? - I would if I had time.
A possible airline strike and a story about a call-girl service.
- But- I-I can't read this.
- Might explain the dress-up.
Tape I found had monofilament fibers used in a synthetic wig- magenta.
Why can't you just say she wore a wig? - What about the sex kit? - Three different semen samples.
- Yeah, she was gang-raped.
- Also with a piece of wood.
Henry found splinters in her rectum.
Can we go get a drink? [ Man On TV.]
O.
C.
P.
D.
are asking for help tonight in identifying the body of a woman found murdered.
The woman's body was discovered early this morning-[ Continues, Indistinct .]
- Someone's gotta know she's missing.
- You'd think.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
You know anybody that wants a cow? - Ohh! - A thousand dollars? Yeah.
I bet I could get $1 ,500 or more for your cow.
- You are not selling Holy Cow.
- [ Laughs .]
Hey, I called you and your brother - Where you been? - In my bedroom.
Uh-huh.
And if I were to sample the dirt on your shoes what are the odds that it's from the backyard? Well, the soil would match, Mom.
But it could've got on my shoes yesterday.
Go sit down.
Sweet.
[ Laughs .]
Hey, Todd, get your butt down here, please.
- Baby, please don't worry.
It's gonna be fine.
- Yeah.
-You know why? 'Cause Mama's making two grand.
-Mmm! Mama's making two grand Mama's making two grand - Mama's making two grand Mama's making two grand - I gotta hit it.
- Aww.
- Come on.
Stay for supper.
Come on.
- Back to work.
- Come on, come on.
- Mm-wah! - Two grand! Mama's making two grand Mama's making two grand Mama's making two grand Mama's making two grand [ Cell Phone Beeps .]
- Earl's in your barn.
- [ Rhetta Screams .]
[ Moos .]
Still don't see it.
Looks more likeJerry Garcia to me.
That's why you brought me out here? To talk about Holy Cow? - You're still lying.
- No, I'm not.
Grace, that's a lie.
And not more than three minutes ago, you lied about leaving.
- What you got in mind ain't work.
- You keep a record of everything I say? - Man, this is bullshit.
- You're the one that took the dare.
- You got the guts to see it through? - Hold on! Let's talk some more.
I-I'm- I'm feeling kinda- mmm- chatty.
[ Squealing .]
How come God made milk come from cows instead of horses? - I always wanted to know.
- A saddle on a cow would rub against her udder.
It'd be a waste to have milk squirting out while you're galloping along.
- [ Squealing Continues .]
- OhhI - [ Wings Fluttering .]
- Shit! - [ Cow Mooing, Goat Bleating .]
- Shit! I spoke to a rep at the Flight Attendants Union.
Any trouble? Strike's been going on six days.
- And the picket line had a few scuffles, flat tires.
- [ Laughing .]
[ Chuckles .]
I'm pulling the D.
F.
I.
's, see what happened.
What about the city official's affair? Mmm, the cops have been out there a few times on a domestic beef.
- Bobby's checking it out.
- Leaves the one about the call-girl service.
- Yeah.
- Or maybe the newspaper was just lying around.
Killer stuffed it in her mouth as an afterthought.
Maybe if it was from that day or a few days ago, but eight days ago seems kind of specific.
The killer was sending a message.
I think you're onto something.
- Fantasy sex? - It explains the flight attendant's uniform.
- Sick asshole.
- Hmm.
- Hmm! - Calls up.
- Says, ''You ready for takeoff?'' - Needs his nuts warmed up, pillow fluffed.
Ah, you'd make a sexy flight attendant.
[ Woman Singing On Radio, Indistinct .]
She gets there, finds three of them.
- They negotiate a new price.
- How much she'd charge to have a stick shoved up her ass? - They gang-rape her.
- Beat the shit out of her.
I can't wait to get these assholes.
Oh, man.
I gotta get homeI The last time I had a curfew, I was 1 5.
Hah! Hey, look.
If my being home by 1 1 :00 makes Darlene sweet and happy then I'm all for sweet and happy.
Holy shit, Grace! Some old man over there watching me! [ Laughing .]
[ Chattering .]
[ Phone Ringing .]
This is a copy of the article.
It's about a call girl named Pixie whose specialty is fantasy sex.
She went on dates as a flight attendant, cheerleader, soldier- - UPS driver.
- [ Bobby .]
Keep reading.
Nun- Nun? Her date was dressed as a priest.
Her clients are OKC's richest to, uh, schoolteachers to teenagers teaming up for someone's birthday.
Got three semen types.
Could've been a party out of control.
If our victim is Pixie, then this reporter Maggie Tanner knows her.
I left messages, went by her apartment.
She might be out of town.
The editor's a friend of mine, Boone Tate.
I'll invite him over for a little chat.
- Get anything from the sketch? - Got a guy wants to know if the body's available for dating.
- Gotta be a Longhorn fan.
- [ Laughs .]
Hey, we got a guy comin'in who hasn't heard from his girlfriend in two days.
You guys get back out there.
Re-canvass the area.
Someone has to have seen something.
[ No Audible Dialogue .]
This is part one.
Part two is coming out next Tuesday.
We think one of her sources might be a homicide victim.
Well, Maggie Tanner is freelance.
More or less impossible to reach.
She's probably in the Middle East or Cuba.
You never know with her.
- Good reporter? - Outstanding reporter.
Woman will do anything to get the story.
Complete gonzo.
Fearless.
[ No Audible Dialogue .]
I thought she might've gone out of town, but she would've called me.
And maybe I thought I'd pissed her off, but when I saw the sketch- I mean, it looks like her but not really.
Maggie's nose is different.
- What's Maggie's last name? - Tanner.
Coffee? Uh, yeah.
Thanks.
Excuse me a second.
[ Cell Phone Ringing .]
Yeah? Shit, man.
Wait-Wait-Wait a second.
You're saying the reporter's our victim? You tell the other guys? I think we got a witness.
She saw the car that dumped the body.
Sure, she's reliable.
Kinda.
She didn't talk much about her work.
I know it was dangerous.
[ Scoffs .]
We met on a plane when I helped her get her flak jacket out of the overhead compartment.
When did you last see her, Thomas? Wednesday around 5:00.
What happened? How did Maggie seem? Happy.
We made love, and, uh she was gonna meet a friend of hers for dinner.
She e-mailed me Wednesday night right before 7:00.
I was getting ready to watch Stoops on ESPN.
Yeah, I saw that.
He was great.
I love that guy.
She was gonna meet one of her sources- didn't say what time- for the final piece of the series.
Shit.
Her apartment was broken into about a week ago.
- Well, was she home? - No.
They trashed the place.
But the only thing missing was her degree from Spelman.
- Do you think it's connected? - I don't know.
What did Maggie say about it? She was upset.
I thought it was strange, 'cause Maggie's usually so confident.
We were leaving for Vegas the next day.
She wasn't herself the whole trip.
- How long were you in Vegas? - Got back Tuesday.
Maggie submitted everything over the net.
She finished this last article when she was in Sri Lanka.
- You check her sources about her work? - Yeah, as much as possible.
- But Maggie was unorthodox.
- What does that mean? It means the stuff coming out of Pixie's mouth sounds like Maggie.
Wouldn't be the first time she embedded herself in a story.
- As a call girl? - Or soldier, or village woman, or-you name it.
Maggie wanted to live the truth, not just report it.
This time it got her killed.
[ Door Opens .]
- Absinthe.
- I don't know what that is.
Anything in her car? Bunch of junk and a half-eaten theta with cheese.
Girl after my own heart.
Every window has a sensor.
Girl got no problem with war but has five locks on her door.
Sounds like a country-western lyric.
Maggie's parents are flying in from Florida.
What did you tell them? That she may have gotten too close to a story.
You'd have to kill me.
Just put me out of my misery.
I don't know what I'd do.
[ Woman In Distance.]
Alan McCarthy, get in hereI Right nowI - Right nowI - Hi, little fishy, little fishy.
- [ Disposal Grinding .]
- GraceI - What? - You flush a fish! [ Scoffs .]
It doesn't know the difference! - What the hell is this? - Here we go.
Oh! Nice! - What is it? - Computer backup drive.
I'm gonna get this over to Ramsey.
You want to go to Smithy's deal together? I've got too much work to do if I'm gonna go to L.
A.
- One drink! - I wasn't sure if you'd go.
Ah! Smithy's a narrow-minded jerk, but yeah.
- I want to be there.
- Is Ham bringing Darlene? I didn't ask him.
Well, what if she's there? What? You think I can't behave myself? [ Rhetta .]
Where would I get an idea like that? [ Man Singing Country On Jukebox, Indistinct .]
[ Chattering .]
- Excuse me.
- Hey.
Good night.
- Hey, Henry.
- Hi, Grace.
- Took your advice.
Got another cat.
- Good for you.
- She's a sweetie.
- What's her name? - Emma.
- Aw.
She's 21 .
- Ramsey making progress? - Slow, yeah.
Maggie did something where she hid something in secret files.
It may take him all night.
She didn't report the break-in.
Boyfriend said it happened a week ago today.
- Two days after her article was in the paper.
- Part one.
- Part two's coming out next week.
- Perry's editor buddy gave us the name of the call-girl service- Reverie Escorts.
- [ Mutters .]
- Ahh! You said you wasn't comin'.
One drink! Your victim's boyfriend- - His semen was one of the donors.
- [ Bobby .]
He said they had sex.
- So we're looking for two guys instead of three.
- Mm-hmm.
- I think I see Smithy.
- [ Darlene.]
Hey, ButchI [ Laughs .]
Why, I swear you just get better looking every time I see you.
- Bobby, how are those cute kids? - Eating me out of house and home.
- Yeah, I'll bet.
- [ Ham .]
Hey, I checked out Maggie's credit cards.
Her last transaction was Wednesday, 3:1 8.
She got gas.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Grace.
- Hey, Darlene.
- I ain't seen you in ages.
How you been? - Good.
Good.
You got precious cargo riding with you.
Don't be doing anything too crazy.
Hey, what's that perfume you're wearing? - I'm not wearing any.
- Oh.
Well, it happens sometimes.
It can linger in your hair, on your clothes.
- [ Ham .]
Are you ready to get something to eat? - Sure.
- Come on.
- We'll see y'all.
- Shit.
- Now I need a drink.
- You should come with me.
- [ Groans .]
- You're the reason I'm going.
- How you figure? You found the cigarette butt.
Otherwise I never would have matched the D.
N.
A.
- Yeah.
About that.
- About what? The cigarette butt.
Remember how I followed the guy? - Saw him leave the butt on his windowsill? - Yeah.
Now, it wasn't on his windowsill.
Where was it? [ Rhetta .]
In an ashtray.
Please tell me it wasn't still smoldering.
[ Continues .]
I'll give you one good reason Not to go walkin' out that door Oh, baby Baby, please don't go [ Grace .]
Eh- Is so mad at me.
She is never gonna forgive me.
- [ Butch .]
Yes, she will.
- No! She's mad.
Mad, mad, mad.
[ Chuckling .]
It'll be better in the morning.
- Promise? - Yeah.
- Mmm.
- Now go to bed.
- Wanna join me? - I don't take advantage of intoxicated women.
I'm not ''intoxiscated.
'' -Just- I've had a few.
- Too many.
Come on, cowboy.
Leave the hat on.
- Bobby's waiting for me.
- Send him home.
- We been down this road before.
- Uh! It was a good road trip.
- Tore my heart out, woman.
- Let me kiss it and make it better.
- Go to bed, Grace.
- See, this is why I broke up with you.
- Go to bed, Grace.
- See, this is why I broke up with you.
- You're no fun.
- I'm fun.
And I broke up with you.
- Ha! - Go to bed, Grace.
Ah, it's good to see your friends won't let you drive drunk.
[ Scoffs .]
I'm not talking to you.
- What'd I do? - Rhetta! - You happy now? - Well, I was hoping you'd come clean to Darlene.
I hadn't thought about Rhetta.
But it's a start.
- Love what you've done with the place.
- Leave me alone! [ Mumbles .]
Hey, I ain't done talking to you yet.
I don't envy you the headache you're gonna have tomorrow.
Hmm! [ Water Running, Stopping .]
- Did you subpoena Maggie's phone records? - Tomorrow if we're lucky.
Well, whoever made that bar call at 6:30 changed her night.
- She got a lead.
- Yeah.
Whatever it was wasn't worth it.
[ Scoffs .]
Stupid girl.
I used to do the same thing when I first started out.
Anything to get the bust.
The blue fibers are from carpets used in American-made cars from '7 5 to '85.
And every single one of Maggie's documents was encrypted.
Took Ramsey all night.
- Was it worth it? - Oh, yeah.
Part two is quite a story.
According to Maggie, Reverie Escorts is owned by a man named Pody Pope.
- Pody Pope? - You know him? Yeah, I know him.
His knuckles scrape the ground when he walks.
Ask Grace.
- Where is Grace? - She's on her way in.
Pope is smart.
Always finds a way to cover his ass.
Check with Vice.
Uh, Maggie's source was Pope's oldest son.
She called the article, ''The Son Never Rises.
'' - How many sons does Pope have? - One: five daughters when I knew him.
- He's bred two more daughters.
- What? Is he using them in his business? No.
He likes drug addicts and runaways for work.
His daughters he likes all to himself.
- At least, that's whatJunior told Maggie over pillow talk.
- Vice didn't know about this? It doesn't matter what's in that article, because pillow talk is hearsay.
None of this connects Pope to Maggie Tanner's murder.
We do not have enough for a warrant! - There's more.
- Wait.
Hang on, Rhetta.
Grace found a witness, a homeless woman who saw a blue car near the crime scene the night of the murder.
If Pody or one of his clan has got a similar vehicle that's registered, maybe- - You really need to hear the end of the story.
- Okay, go ahead.
Two of the daughters didn't like Daddy touching them so he killed them.
That son of a bitch.
I am so mad at you.
Do you even realize what you've done? I can't do the trial now.
$2,000 gone.
Why? Because I can't give testimony based on tampered evidence.
I called the D.
A.
and told him the truth.
He's gonna replace me.
It wasn't tampered with.
- I took the cigarette from the rapist.
- While it was still smoldering! In the ashtray.
Technically, it was out of his possession.
If you had just waited five more minutes it would've been out of his possession and we wouldn't be having this conversation! He raped six women.
I know that! What do you want me to do? I, eh- Write you a check? Earl was right.
You're a liar.
- Rhetta- - You need to leave me alone.
This is all your fault.
My fault? You didn't even know me when you told Rhetta that whopper.
It wasn't that big a deal.
It's not like I planted the damn butt.
- It was a big deal to Rhetta.
- He was a serial rapist.
He hurt a lot of people.
There's always gonna be a bigger jackass than you.
Doesn't excuse the lie you told.
You and God all worried about me lying.
Worry about Maggie Tanner- her parents, her friends.
We are.
Keeps us both up at night.
Oh, you keep blabbing about this wonderful God.
All I see are assholes doing horrible things to each other while your God sits on his fat ass doing nothing.
Looks to me like you're the one sittin' on her ass.
Maggie was sleeping with Junior, man.
Got him to spill his guts.
Put it all in her article.
Even where the bodies are buried.
You gotta read this shit.
You won't believe it.
Where's Mom? There was a wife.
I saw her.
Tall, bony, shaggy red hair.
Yeah.
She died of breast cancer five years ago.
Pody figured his daughters should take her place- feed him, screw him, shave his back.
- [ Butch .]
Shave his back? - It's all there, man.
You gotta read it.
- You and Perry work him in Vice? - He ran basement casinos.
Could never nail him.
He'd switch cover every time we got close.
- Any working girls? - Nothing organized.
But there were girls.
Shit.
One night Perry and I double-teamed him.
Tried to hook up with Pody outside a liquor store.
Kate turned it on, man.
Had him up against his car.
He knew we were cops.
Laughed at us.
- Think he'd remember you? - Maybe.
I sucked on his lip.
I don't know.
- Double team, you and Perry.
Wow.
-Junior's dumb as a rock.
If he spilled his guts to Maggie, maybe we could flip him.
That's a plan I can get behind.
You and Perry back on the streets.
Not gonna work on Pody.
Man's a malignant, stubby piece of shit.
[ Laughs .]
But he's smart.
Pulled D.
M.
V.
records.
Nothing on Pody Pope.
But his son,Junior? - The proud owner of a 1 991 Chevy Malibu, blue.
- That's enough for a warrant.
If you have Rhetta go over his car, one of you stay with her.
Don't leave her alone with Pody.
- No worries.
- Where are you gonna be? Maggie's parents comin' in.
You guys stay on Pody.
I got an idea aboutJunior.
Are you believing this? ''From the young girl's window, she could clearly see the trailer ''where her father took the others.
''A shed where he had buried her two older sisters sat next to it as a constant reminder of what would happen to her if she refused.
'' This is why I got out of Sex Crimes.
All we gotta do is get on the Pope property, find the shed.
I hope Maggie knows what she's talking about.
If there's been concrete poured in the last few months, we can nail the son of a bitch.
-Judge would only go for a warrant on the car.
- So match the fiber to the car? Maggie could have been in it as Pixie.
- Come on.
Let's get these bastards.
- Rhetta gonna meet us there? This here what we call white trash royalty.
Hey, you're talking about my people now.
- [ Butch .]
Check it out.
- [ Bobby .]
And a blue '82 Oldsmobile Delta.
- [ Bobby .]
Rhetta and Grace okay? - [ Butch .]
Mmm, I don't think they're talking to each other.
- What are you talking about? - They had a fight.
- Big fight.
- Over what? I hate it when the girls are mad at each other.
- Hey.
You guys got the warrant? - Yo.
Why is no one saying anything? - Nothing.
-Just looking around.
Okay.
Blue '82 Oldsmobile Delta.
Eyeball match looks pretty good with the fiber from the body.
[ Barking .]
- Mr.
Pope? - Hey.
I'm Detective Dewey.
This is Detective Ada.
We have a warrant to search one of your cars.
- Why'd you wanna do that? - Everything okay, Daddy? Well, this is Oklahoma City's finest.
They was just about to tell me what they wanted.
- And then you came out here and interrupted.
- Sorry.
Sit down and shut up.
[ Sighs .]
All right.
Take a look around.
Do your thing.
I ain't got nothin'to hide.
Junior, go in there and get that sweet tea.
Go on.
Do it now.
- You know her? - No.
Look like she got caught in the wrong end of a whirligig.
- Maybe your son knows her.
- That could be.
He tends to stick it in places that get him trouble.
Son, I think these men want to talk to you.
I'm gonna go down and see if that pretty lady needs a little help going through your car.
Hi.
- Hey.
- Uh-oh.
What are you wantin'? - Need a favor.
- Shit.
Last favor I did for you, Grace, ended up at the Arthur Murray Dance Studio.
- No dancing this time.
I swear.
- Lay it on me.
- Pody PopeJr.
- Oh, we call him Jethro.
- Heard anything about him lately? - I heard he still likes slapping women around.
- I need you to go on a date with him.
- Shit.
Tell him you're thinking about leaving the streets.
- You want to audition for the big time.
- Shit.
- Come on.
- Shit, shit, shit, Grace.
- Look- Lookit, lookit like- - Have you seen him lately? - Looks like a farm animal on two legs.
- You can say no.
You can say no.
- Girl, you owe me.
- Let me start paying you back right now.
Gotta get those nails pretty for your date.
- So how's it going, Detective? - It's going fine.
[ Girls Laughing .]
- They your daughters? - Yeah.
Ain't they purty? - Car's been cleaned out with bleach.
- Yeah, the damn kids.
Sticky stuff everywhere.
Imagine that's why Junior used the bleach.
- Better ask him.
- Wednesday night, where were you? I was right here.
Now,Junior on the other hand, he- he was out most of the night, I remember right.
I was just calling you.
We've got a preliminary match on the blue fiber we found on Maggie toJunior's car.
Oh, cool.
Thanks.
Grace wanted me to tell you she's going home.
So any information on the case, you should just call her there.
Well, you can tell her that I have no intention of calling her.
And any information I have that she wants, she can read in my report tomorrow.
- Okay.
'Kay.
- Okay.
[ Typing .]
- Something else? - You guys had a fight, huh? - It's not a fight.
- Well, it seems like a fight.
The fight was yesterday.
Today we're just not talking.
Your relationship with Grace doesn't give you front row tickets to ours.
- Damn, no.
Okay, it's cool.
I thought we were friends.
My bad.
- No, we are friends.
- We're work friends.
- What's the difference? A big, huge difference.
Work friends talk about work-related things like the case or where we're gonna go have a drink.
- They don't talk about personal things.
- I could do personal.
- Really? - Yeah.
Why not? So you would be fine with me asking you about- oh- Darlene? Yeah.
No, you know, you're right.
Maybe we should stay work friends.
[ Scoffs .]
It was Junior broke into her place, Gus.
- [ Panting .]
- Pody had him follow her home, wait for the right time.
[ Whines .]
Junior gets inside, gets the one thing might prove Maggie's a reporter- her journalism degree.
Takes it home like a trophy.
Course, I can't prove any of that shit yet.
ButJunior's gonna tell me everything tomorrow.
- [ Knocking .]
- [ Whining .]
Come on, man.
Somebody made it all the way to the door.
Where's the warning? - [ Barking .]
- Too late, pal.
[ Whining .]
What's up, Darlene? Uh,just tell me the truth.
- About what? - About you and Ham.
- He's my partner.
- You know what I mean, Grace.
Damn it, Grace.
Are you sleeping with my husband? No.
[ Earl .]
Hello? - Anybody here? - [ Cow Moos .]
Hey.
I'm, uh, supposed to be meeting Ronnie about a cow for sale.
Oh, right.
Sorry.
Um, Ronnie's inside.
I'll go call him.
Any-Anything I can do? I'm nosy by nature, I know.
Just tell me to mind my own business.
-Just having a bad day.
- I'm sorry to hear that.
This seems like a good soul to tell your problems to.
Belongs to a friend of mine- or used to be a friend.
No, friend.
She's still my friend.
I'm just very upset with her at the moment.
Well, she can't be all that bad.
She got you for a friend.
- She lied to me.
- Can you forgive her? I always forgive her.
I don't know if I can this time.
Well, if you want others to be happy practice compassion.
Now, if you want to be happy, practice compassion.
Dalai Lama.
- Hey.
You here about the cow? - Yes, sir.
Nice chatting with you, ma'am.
[ Blues On Jukebox .]
You know, Pody get mad, he know I'm talkin' to you.
How's he gonna find out? Come on now.
He act like a bully, but he don't mean nothin'.
Meant somethin' when he killed Maggie- when he stuffed that newspaper down her throat.
- Now he means to blame it on you.
- I didn't kill anyone.
Right after she left you last night, my friend went to the hospital.
We're gonna match your semen from her with what they found in Maggie.
You're goin' down cold for her murder.
We got ya.
- [ Balls Clacking .]
- Your turn.
How are all your sisters? Karen, Megan, Maryann, Linda,Jeannie? Fine.
All fine.
That's good, 'cause we're bringin' 'em all in to talk.
And the new little ones too.
All seven of'em.
Aren't you gonna take your shot? You know, Maryann and Jeannie moved away? Yeah, a few months ago, moved somewhere.
Somewhere.
We don't know where.
Maggie got a call Wednesday night.
That person picked her up in your car raped her, killed her dumped her body on South Robinson.
Eh, well, it wasn't me.
You made the call.
I picked her up.
Did it right when I brought her home.
And then Pody wants a piece.
Yeah, Daddy likes my sloppy seconds.
So you screw your sisters, then it's Daddy's turn? Never.
I never, ever touch them, ever.
Try to keep Pody away from 'em.
But the girls on the job? Yeah.
That's the only park I got.
Perk.
We're gonna dig up that shed find Maryann and Jeannie, aren't we? [ Blues Continues, Man Singing, Indistinct .]
- Yup.
- Anyone else see Pody leave with Maggie? My sisters, all five of'em.
Sweet.
Let 'em pass by Somethin'bad Somethin'bad Somethin'bad [ Whistle Blowing On TV.]
[ Man Announcing Sports On TV, Indistinct .]
I can't do this anymore, you not talking to me.
It's worse than that time in third grade when Sister Mildred separated us for a week 'cause we ate all her peanut brittle.
That was some good peanut brittle.
I'm sorry, Rhetta.
Really, truly sorry.
I never meant to hurt you.
You sorry for lying, or for telling me, or for doing it in the first place? Yeah, all that.
[ Sighs .]
[ Sighs .]
It wasn't any fun for me either.
[ Sighs .]
[ Sports Announcer.]
He gets it off.
He's hit Morgan at the 45-yard lineI Oh, what a passI - To the 40, the 30, the 20- - [ Crowd Cheers .]
- [ Whistle Blows .]
- All the wayI TouchdownI [ Whines, Growls .]
I don't know what I'm gonna do with you, girl.
You take one step forward and two steps back.
We ain't doin' the Hokey Pokey here.
I thought for sure you was gonna tell Darlene the truth.
- Whatever problems they have has nothing to do with me.
- Hmm! [ Chuckles .]
You just keep tellin' yourself that.
I've had a long week, Earl.
So unless you're here for pizza and TV, go away.
Okay.
But extra jalapenos and no mushrooms this time.
[ Punching Keypad .]
- [ Man, Woman Moaning .]
[ Grace.]
Oh, GodI OhI [ Man .]
Ah! Mmm! Oh.
Mmm! Mm-hmm.
Oh.
- So that's a ''no'' to cuddling.
- I, uh- Time, man.
Gotta get to work.
Stakeout.
Already late.
How about you call in sick? Can't, man.
My case.
- [ Gus Barks .]
- Hey, handsome.
You need to go wee-wee? - [ Whining .]
- Damn, you're already on to another guy? Slobbers over me every night.
Go on! Go! You know, Grace- I mean, we used to go fishing and, you know, do stuff.
We do stuff.
- You know what I mean.
- Mm-hmm.
Look, I got an idea.
How about- I got a load to deliver next Saturday.
How about- How about we go fishing? Can't.
Let me guess.
You're working.
- You know how it is, man.
- I do.
[ Kisses .]
See you next time.
- Yee-hawI - [ Chuckling .]
- Don't you ever knock? - Don't you ever stop lying? Didn't want company.
Big deal.
Really? 'Cause two months from now when you decide to have Wiley over for another booty call, he's gonna be in the hospital with a brain tumor the size of a grapefruit.
I'm just lying, but no big deal.
[ Bag Rustling .]
[ Chips Crunching .]
Remember how I didn't want company? We gonna need some onion dip.
Truth or dare? You didn't accurately answer the question, so you lose your turn.
Well, I don't know how old I am, Grace.
- Truth.
- What does your boss look like? - Who? - Your boss.
Who? You got no problem saying his name while you're having sex.
- You watch me having sex? - You'd be surprised how far your voice carries.
[ Laughing .]
Okay, Earl.
What does God look like? Well, he's kind of a cross between George Clooney and Halle Berry.
- [ Scoffs .]
- So pretty he hurts your eyes.
Not real tall.
A touch of a belly.
He's got a real sweet tooth.
Uh, loves peanut clusters.
Fine.
Dare it is.
I dare you to go to Morocco.
Bring back some spices.
For cryin' out loud.
I'm not your personal shopper, Grace.
- Can't I just show you my wings again? - No.
[ Phone Ringing .]
Yeah? The address? I'll be right there.
[ Chuckling .]
Why do you always go outside? Just fly away from here.
I need room for takeoff.
Your turn.
Truth or dare? Gotta go.
Got a homicide.
- Mmm! - Truth it is.
- You ready to accept God yet? - And you wonder why I lie.
You gonna answer the question? Then I dare you to stop lying.
No exceptions.
No lies.
- None.
Zero.
- I don't lie that much.
What's that? Your idea of not much.
[ Acoustic Guitar.]
[ Man .]
So pretty and, oh, so bold Got a heart full of gold on a lonely road - She said, ''I don't even think that God can save me'' - Save me Am I gaining ground Am I losing face Have I lost and found my saving grace Thankful for the gift my angels gave me We got a dead black female, mid-20s beaten, possible sexual assault.
- Hooker? - I don't know.
You know, maybe a flight attendant.
She's got on a uniform.
She's got no I.
D.
, no name tag.
Flight attendant in this area? Slow down.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Everything okay? - Yeah.
Poor girl's had the crap beat out of her.
All I can think about is losing the farm.
You're not gonna lose the farm.
You and Ronnie go through this every year.
You always figure it out.
You will this time too.
[ Sniffs .]
Coriander.
- From Morocco.
- From Earl? We stayed up all night playing truth or dare.
Seriously, what did you ask him? Did you ask him my question? A cross between George Clooney and Halle Berry.
And after that bullshit, he dares me to stop lying.
- [ Chuckles .]
- What? You think that's funny? - Kinda.
- He also wants me to make amends to someone on my list.
You have a list? Look at the bruises and scrapes on her hands and legs.
- Think she was dumped? - Explains why she's in this area.
Whole strip is a stroll for the working girls.
- Hi, Grace.
- Hey, Henry.
She got something stuck in her hair.
Some kind of tape.
[ Camera Shutter Clicks .]
Newspaper looks like front page.
- I'll start checking the airlines.
- Corporate planes too.
- How long's she been dead? - Since last night, midnight-ish.
Your wife ever ask you if she looks fat in something? [ Scoffs .]
Darlene thinks she looks fat in everything.
Why? What'd she say? Ooh, got a purse.
- Shit! Aah! - What? A little bird! It's a dead little bird! You need to see a shrink, man! What is it with you and small birds? I just don't like 'em.
Man! Ah.
'Adelaide Cooper.
'' White.
Born 1 92 4.
Uh, she's 83 years old.
Probably dumped after a purse snatching.
Hell, at least she'll get back the pictures of her grandkids.
Tweet, tweet.
[ Laughs .]
Don't think she's a street hooker.
Look at her manicure.
- That's a good catch, Henry.
- Good enough for dinner? - Can't.
- Lunch? - Henry.
Look, man- - You got me through Molly's death.
Maybe it's time for a new cat.
[ Phone Ringing .]
- Benny, my favorite traitor.
- [ Laughs .]
Easy there, Coach.
- What have you got for me? - Uh, nothing from Missing Persons.
I contacted all the airlines at Will Rogers and Bobby's handling the executive airports.
- Do you have a picture of the victim? - Uh, yeah.
- [ Groans .]
- Yeah.
Well, we're gonna have to get a computer reconstruction out to the media.
See if the public can help us I.
D.
her.
How is it that no one has ever kicked your ass? Hook 'em, Horns.
Smithy's retirement party tomorrow night at Louie's.
I should warn you.
Paid Louie 1 0 bucks to replay last year's game.
And I should warn you I paid him Mmm, shame you gotta go back that long.
Bevo burgers this year, Benny.
Get used to it.
Any word from the working girls? Hey, Pippa.
What happened? Oh, earned a little extra last night.
You know how it goes.
Found a girl on South Rob this morning.
- Did you work last night? - Is she in the business? I don't know.
You see anything weird? Bald guy from Cincinnati.
[ Chuckles .]
- I think I know that guy.
- I'll ask the other girls if they seen anything.
You be careful, Pippa.
You tell your friends too.
Hey, your job's a lot more dangerous than mine.
I worry about you all.
- How are classes going? - Beauty school's hard.
Women nasty with their hair.
Don't ever tell me that prayers aren't answered.
This is proof.
The only thing it proves is that you're good at your job.
- I always said you were an expert witness.
- $2,000, Grace.
The trial is next week in L.
A.
for three days.
Oh, my gosh.
I've never been away that long.
Crap.
I don't know.
- Ronnie can feed himself and the kids for three days, can't he? - Yeah, with pizza and takeout.
But school on time, football practice, art class, clean clothes- - $2,000.
- Oh, I should do it.
- What's the case? - Remember that serial rapist we busted two years ago? They want me to testify that it's possible to pull D.
N.
A.
off a cigarette butt.
Nice.
Do you think Earl had something to do with this? You know, divine intervention? - I think you should ask him.
- [ Mouths Words .]
Shit, yeah.
[ Whispers .]
Why not? - Next time I see him.
- You promise? No matter where you are you'll get away from Earl and call me, and stall until I get there? Pinky swear.
- [ Laughs .]
- Anything off the newspaper? Um, fingerprints, but they're too smudged: blood and saliva, most likely the victim,: and some blue fibers I'm still trying to match.
- Date was from eight days ago.
- Think that's significant? ''City official caught in sex scandal.
'' ''Soldier home from Iraq.
'' - A bread pudding recipe from the fair.
- I'm gonna copy that.
- Since when do you bake? - I would if I had time.
A possible airline strike and a story about a call-girl service.
- But- I-I can't read this.
- Might explain the dress-up.
Tape I found had monofilament fibers used in a synthetic wig- magenta.
Why can't you just say she wore a wig? - What about the sex kit? - Three different semen samples.
- Yeah, she was gang-raped.
- Also with a piece of wood.
Henry found splinters in her rectum.
Can we go get a drink? [ Man On TV.]
O.
C.
P.
D.
are asking for help tonight in identifying the body of a woman found murdered.
The woman's body was discovered early this morning-[ Continues, Indistinct .]
- Someone's gotta know she's missing.
- You'd think.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
You know anybody that wants a cow? - Ohh! - A thousand dollars? Yeah.
I bet I could get $1 ,500 or more for your cow.
- You are not selling Holy Cow.
- [ Laughs .]
Hey, I called you and your brother - Where you been? - In my bedroom.
Uh-huh.
And if I were to sample the dirt on your shoes what are the odds that it's from the backyard? Well, the soil would match, Mom.
But it could've got on my shoes yesterday.
Go sit down.
Sweet.
[ Laughs .]
Hey, Todd, get your butt down here, please.
- Baby, please don't worry.
It's gonna be fine.
- Yeah.
-You know why? 'Cause Mama's making two grand.
-Mmm! Mama's making two grand Mama's making two grand - Mama's making two grand Mama's making two grand - I gotta hit it.
- Aww.
- Come on.
Stay for supper.
Come on.
- Back to work.
- Come on, come on.
- Mm-wah! - Two grand! Mama's making two grand Mama's making two grand Mama's making two grand Mama's making two grand [ Cell Phone Beeps .]
- Earl's in your barn.
- [ Rhetta Screams .]
[ Moos .]
Still don't see it.
Looks more likeJerry Garcia to me.
That's why you brought me out here? To talk about Holy Cow? - You're still lying.
- No, I'm not.
Grace, that's a lie.
And not more than three minutes ago, you lied about leaving.
- What you got in mind ain't work.
- You keep a record of everything I say? - Man, this is bullshit.
- You're the one that took the dare.
- You got the guts to see it through? - Hold on! Let's talk some more.
I-I'm- I'm feeling kinda- mmm- chatty.
[ Squealing .]
How come God made milk come from cows instead of horses? - I always wanted to know.
- A saddle on a cow would rub against her udder.
It'd be a waste to have milk squirting out while you're galloping along.
- [ Squealing Continues .]
- OhhI - [ Wings Fluttering .]
- Shit! - [ Cow Mooing, Goat Bleating .]
- Shit! I spoke to a rep at the Flight Attendants Union.
Any trouble? Strike's been going on six days.
- And the picket line had a few scuffles, flat tires.
- [ Laughing .]
[ Chuckles .]
I'm pulling the D.
F.
I.
's, see what happened.
What about the city official's affair? Mmm, the cops have been out there a few times on a domestic beef.
- Bobby's checking it out.
- Leaves the one about the call-girl service.
- Yeah.
- Or maybe the newspaper was just lying around.
Killer stuffed it in her mouth as an afterthought.
Maybe if it was from that day or a few days ago, but eight days ago seems kind of specific.
The killer was sending a message.
I think you're onto something.
- Fantasy sex? - It explains the flight attendant's uniform.
- Sick asshole.
- Hmm.
- Hmm! - Calls up.
- Says, ''You ready for takeoff?'' - Needs his nuts warmed up, pillow fluffed.
Ah, you'd make a sexy flight attendant.
[ Woman Singing On Radio, Indistinct .]
She gets there, finds three of them.
- They negotiate a new price.
- How much she'd charge to have a stick shoved up her ass? - They gang-rape her.
- Beat the shit out of her.
I can't wait to get these assholes.
Oh, man.
I gotta get homeI The last time I had a curfew, I was 1 5.
Hah! Hey, look.
If my being home by 1 1 :00 makes Darlene sweet and happy then I'm all for sweet and happy.
Holy shit, Grace! Some old man over there watching me! [ Laughing .]
[ Chattering .]
[ Phone Ringing .]
This is a copy of the article.
It's about a call girl named Pixie whose specialty is fantasy sex.
She went on dates as a flight attendant, cheerleader, soldier- - UPS driver.
- [ Bobby .]
Keep reading.
Nun- Nun? Her date was dressed as a priest.
Her clients are OKC's richest to, uh, schoolteachers to teenagers teaming up for someone's birthday.
Got three semen types.
Could've been a party out of control.
If our victim is Pixie, then this reporter Maggie Tanner knows her.
I left messages, went by her apartment.
She might be out of town.
The editor's a friend of mine, Boone Tate.
I'll invite him over for a little chat.
- Get anything from the sketch? - Got a guy wants to know if the body's available for dating.
- Gotta be a Longhorn fan.
- [ Laughs .]
Hey, we got a guy comin'in who hasn't heard from his girlfriend in two days.
You guys get back out there.
Re-canvass the area.
Someone has to have seen something.
[ No Audible Dialogue .]
This is part one.
Part two is coming out next Tuesday.
We think one of her sources might be a homicide victim.
Well, Maggie Tanner is freelance.
More or less impossible to reach.
She's probably in the Middle East or Cuba.
You never know with her.
- Good reporter? - Outstanding reporter.
Woman will do anything to get the story.
Complete gonzo.
Fearless.
[ No Audible Dialogue .]
I thought she might've gone out of town, but she would've called me.
And maybe I thought I'd pissed her off, but when I saw the sketch- I mean, it looks like her but not really.
Maggie's nose is different.
- What's Maggie's last name? - Tanner.
Coffee? Uh, yeah.
Thanks.
Excuse me a second.
[ Cell Phone Ringing .]
Yeah? Shit, man.
Wait-Wait-Wait a second.
You're saying the reporter's our victim? You tell the other guys? I think we got a witness.
She saw the car that dumped the body.
Sure, she's reliable.
Kinda.
She didn't talk much about her work.
I know it was dangerous.
[ Scoffs .]
We met on a plane when I helped her get her flak jacket out of the overhead compartment.
When did you last see her, Thomas? Wednesday around 5:00.
What happened? How did Maggie seem? Happy.
We made love, and, uh she was gonna meet a friend of hers for dinner.
She e-mailed me Wednesday night right before 7:00.
I was getting ready to watch Stoops on ESPN.
Yeah, I saw that.
He was great.
I love that guy.
She was gonna meet one of her sources- didn't say what time- for the final piece of the series.
Shit.
Her apartment was broken into about a week ago.
- Well, was she home? - No.
They trashed the place.
But the only thing missing was her degree from Spelman.
- Do you think it's connected? - I don't know.
What did Maggie say about it? She was upset.
I thought it was strange, 'cause Maggie's usually so confident.
We were leaving for Vegas the next day.
She wasn't herself the whole trip.
- How long were you in Vegas? - Got back Tuesday.
Maggie submitted everything over the net.
She finished this last article when she was in Sri Lanka.
- You check her sources about her work? - Yeah, as much as possible.
- But Maggie was unorthodox.
- What does that mean? It means the stuff coming out of Pixie's mouth sounds like Maggie.
Wouldn't be the first time she embedded herself in a story.
- As a call girl? - Or soldier, or village woman, or-you name it.
Maggie wanted to live the truth, not just report it.
This time it got her killed.
[ Door Opens .]
- Absinthe.
- I don't know what that is.
Anything in her car? Bunch of junk and a half-eaten theta with cheese.
Girl after my own heart.
Every window has a sensor.
Girl got no problem with war but has five locks on her door.
Sounds like a country-western lyric.
Maggie's parents are flying in from Florida.
What did you tell them? That she may have gotten too close to a story.
You'd have to kill me.
Just put me out of my misery.
I don't know what I'd do.
[ Woman In Distance.]
Alan McCarthy, get in hereI Right nowI - Right nowI - Hi, little fishy, little fishy.
- [ Disposal Grinding .]
- GraceI - What? - You flush a fish! [ Scoffs .]
It doesn't know the difference! - What the hell is this? - Here we go.
Oh! Nice! - What is it? - Computer backup drive.
I'm gonna get this over to Ramsey.
You want to go to Smithy's deal together? I've got too much work to do if I'm gonna go to L.
A.
- One drink! - I wasn't sure if you'd go.
Ah! Smithy's a narrow-minded jerk, but yeah.
- I want to be there.
- Is Ham bringing Darlene? I didn't ask him.
Well, what if she's there? What? You think I can't behave myself? [ Rhetta .]
Where would I get an idea like that? [ Man Singing Country On Jukebox, Indistinct .]
[ Chattering .]
- Excuse me.
- Hey.
Good night.
- Hey, Henry.
- Hi, Grace.
- Took your advice.
Got another cat.
- Good for you.
- She's a sweetie.
- What's her name? - Emma.
- Aw.
She's 21 .
- Ramsey making progress? - Slow, yeah.
Maggie did something where she hid something in secret files.
It may take him all night.
She didn't report the break-in.
Boyfriend said it happened a week ago today.
- Two days after her article was in the paper.
- Part one.
- Part two's coming out next week.
- Perry's editor buddy gave us the name of the call-girl service- Reverie Escorts.
- [ Mutters .]
- Ahh! You said you wasn't comin'.
One drink! Your victim's boyfriend- - His semen was one of the donors.
- [ Bobby .]
He said they had sex.
- So we're looking for two guys instead of three.
- Mm-hmm.
- I think I see Smithy.
- [ Darlene.]
Hey, ButchI [ Laughs .]
Why, I swear you just get better looking every time I see you.
- Bobby, how are those cute kids? - Eating me out of house and home.
- Yeah, I'll bet.
- [ Ham .]
Hey, I checked out Maggie's credit cards.
Her last transaction was Wednesday, 3:1 8.
She got gas.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Grace.
- Hey, Darlene.
- I ain't seen you in ages.
How you been? - Good.
Good.
You got precious cargo riding with you.
Don't be doing anything too crazy.
Hey, what's that perfume you're wearing? - I'm not wearing any.
- Oh.
Well, it happens sometimes.
It can linger in your hair, on your clothes.
- [ Ham .]
Are you ready to get something to eat? - Sure.
- Come on.
- We'll see y'all.
- Shit.
- Now I need a drink.
- You should come with me.
- [ Groans .]
- You're the reason I'm going.
- How you figure? You found the cigarette butt.
Otherwise I never would have matched the D.
N.
A.
- Yeah.
About that.
- About what? The cigarette butt.
Remember how I followed the guy? - Saw him leave the butt on his windowsill? - Yeah.
Now, it wasn't on his windowsill.
Where was it? [ Rhetta .]
In an ashtray.
Please tell me it wasn't still smoldering.
[ Continues .]
I'll give you one good reason Not to go walkin' out that door Oh, baby Baby, please don't go [ Grace .]
Eh- Is so mad at me.
She is never gonna forgive me.
- [ Butch .]
Yes, she will.
- No! She's mad.
Mad, mad, mad.
[ Chuckling .]
It'll be better in the morning.
- Promise? - Yeah.
- Mmm.
- Now go to bed.
- Wanna join me? - I don't take advantage of intoxicated women.
I'm not ''intoxiscated.
'' -Just- I've had a few.
- Too many.
Come on, cowboy.
Leave the hat on.
- Bobby's waiting for me.
- Send him home.
- We been down this road before.
- Uh! It was a good road trip.
- Tore my heart out, woman.
- Let me kiss it and make it better.
- Go to bed, Grace.
- See, this is why I broke up with you.
- Go to bed, Grace.
- See, this is why I broke up with you.
- You're no fun.
- I'm fun.
And I broke up with you.
- Ha! - Go to bed, Grace.
Ah, it's good to see your friends won't let you drive drunk.
[ Scoffs .]
I'm not talking to you.
- What'd I do? - Rhetta! - You happy now? - Well, I was hoping you'd come clean to Darlene.
I hadn't thought about Rhetta.
But it's a start.
- Love what you've done with the place.
- Leave me alone! [ Mumbles .]
Hey, I ain't done talking to you yet.
I don't envy you the headache you're gonna have tomorrow.
Hmm! [ Water Running, Stopping .]
- Did you subpoena Maggie's phone records? - Tomorrow if we're lucky.
Well, whoever made that bar call at 6:30 changed her night.
- She got a lead.
- Yeah.
Whatever it was wasn't worth it.
[ Scoffs .]
Stupid girl.
I used to do the same thing when I first started out.
Anything to get the bust.
The blue fibers are from carpets used in American-made cars from '7 5 to '85.
And every single one of Maggie's documents was encrypted.
Took Ramsey all night.
- Was it worth it? - Oh, yeah.
Part two is quite a story.
According to Maggie, Reverie Escorts is owned by a man named Pody Pope.
- Pody Pope? - You know him? Yeah, I know him.
His knuckles scrape the ground when he walks.
Ask Grace.
- Where is Grace? - She's on her way in.
Pope is smart.
Always finds a way to cover his ass.
Check with Vice.
Uh, Maggie's source was Pope's oldest son.
She called the article, ''The Son Never Rises.
'' - How many sons does Pope have? - One: five daughters when I knew him.
- He's bred two more daughters.
- What? Is he using them in his business? No.
He likes drug addicts and runaways for work.
His daughters he likes all to himself.
- At least, that's whatJunior told Maggie over pillow talk.
- Vice didn't know about this? It doesn't matter what's in that article, because pillow talk is hearsay.
None of this connects Pope to Maggie Tanner's murder.
We do not have enough for a warrant! - There's more.
- Wait.
Hang on, Rhetta.
Grace found a witness, a homeless woman who saw a blue car near the crime scene the night of the murder.
If Pody or one of his clan has got a similar vehicle that's registered, maybe- - You really need to hear the end of the story.
- Okay, go ahead.
Two of the daughters didn't like Daddy touching them so he killed them.
That son of a bitch.
I am so mad at you.
Do you even realize what you've done? I can't do the trial now.
$2,000 gone.
Why? Because I can't give testimony based on tampered evidence.
I called the D.
A.
and told him the truth.
He's gonna replace me.
It wasn't tampered with.
- I took the cigarette from the rapist.
- While it was still smoldering! In the ashtray.
Technically, it was out of his possession.
If you had just waited five more minutes it would've been out of his possession and we wouldn't be having this conversation! He raped six women.
I know that! What do you want me to do? I, eh- Write you a check? Earl was right.
You're a liar.
- Rhetta- - You need to leave me alone.
This is all your fault.
My fault? You didn't even know me when you told Rhetta that whopper.
It wasn't that big a deal.
It's not like I planted the damn butt.
- It was a big deal to Rhetta.
- He was a serial rapist.
He hurt a lot of people.
There's always gonna be a bigger jackass than you.
Doesn't excuse the lie you told.
You and God all worried about me lying.
Worry about Maggie Tanner- her parents, her friends.
We are.
Keeps us both up at night.
Oh, you keep blabbing about this wonderful God.
All I see are assholes doing horrible things to each other while your God sits on his fat ass doing nothing.
Looks to me like you're the one sittin' on her ass.
Maggie was sleeping with Junior, man.
Got him to spill his guts.
Put it all in her article.
Even where the bodies are buried.
You gotta read this shit.
You won't believe it.
Where's Mom? There was a wife.
I saw her.
Tall, bony, shaggy red hair.
Yeah.
She died of breast cancer five years ago.
Pody figured his daughters should take her place- feed him, screw him, shave his back.
- [ Butch .]
Shave his back? - It's all there, man.
You gotta read it.
- You and Perry work him in Vice? - He ran basement casinos.
Could never nail him.
He'd switch cover every time we got close.
- Any working girls? - Nothing organized.
But there were girls.
Shit.
One night Perry and I double-teamed him.
Tried to hook up with Pody outside a liquor store.
Kate turned it on, man.
Had him up against his car.
He knew we were cops.
Laughed at us.
- Think he'd remember you? - Maybe.
I sucked on his lip.
I don't know.
- Double team, you and Perry.
Wow.
-Junior's dumb as a rock.
If he spilled his guts to Maggie, maybe we could flip him.
That's a plan I can get behind.
You and Perry back on the streets.
Not gonna work on Pody.
Man's a malignant, stubby piece of shit.
[ Laughs .]
But he's smart.
Pulled D.
M.
V.
records.
Nothing on Pody Pope.
But his son,Junior? - The proud owner of a 1 991 Chevy Malibu, blue.
- That's enough for a warrant.
If you have Rhetta go over his car, one of you stay with her.
Don't leave her alone with Pody.
- No worries.
- Where are you gonna be? Maggie's parents comin' in.
You guys stay on Pody.
I got an idea aboutJunior.
Are you believing this? ''From the young girl's window, she could clearly see the trailer ''where her father took the others.
''A shed where he had buried her two older sisters sat next to it as a constant reminder of what would happen to her if she refused.
'' This is why I got out of Sex Crimes.
All we gotta do is get on the Pope property, find the shed.
I hope Maggie knows what she's talking about.
If there's been concrete poured in the last few months, we can nail the son of a bitch.
-Judge would only go for a warrant on the car.
- So match the fiber to the car? Maggie could have been in it as Pixie.
- Come on.
Let's get these bastards.
- Rhetta gonna meet us there? This here what we call white trash royalty.
Hey, you're talking about my people now.
- [ Butch .]
Check it out.
- [ Bobby .]
And a blue '82 Oldsmobile Delta.
- [ Bobby .]
Rhetta and Grace okay? - [ Butch .]
Mmm, I don't think they're talking to each other.
- What are you talking about? - They had a fight.
- Big fight.
- Over what? I hate it when the girls are mad at each other.
- Hey.
You guys got the warrant? - Yo.
Why is no one saying anything? - Nothing.
-Just looking around.
Okay.
Blue '82 Oldsmobile Delta.
Eyeball match looks pretty good with the fiber from the body.
[ Barking .]
- Mr.
Pope? - Hey.
I'm Detective Dewey.
This is Detective Ada.
We have a warrant to search one of your cars.
- Why'd you wanna do that? - Everything okay, Daddy? Well, this is Oklahoma City's finest.
They was just about to tell me what they wanted.
- And then you came out here and interrupted.
- Sorry.
Sit down and shut up.
[ Sighs .]
All right.
Take a look around.
Do your thing.
I ain't got nothin'to hide.
Junior, go in there and get that sweet tea.
Go on.
Do it now.
- You know her? - No.
Look like she got caught in the wrong end of a whirligig.
- Maybe your son knows her.
- That could be.
He tends to stick it in places that get him trouble.
Son, I think these men want to talk to you.
I'm gonna go down and see if that pretty lady needs a little help going through your car.
Hi.
- Hey.
- Uh-oh.
What are you wantin'? - Need a favor.
- Shit.
Last favor I did for you, Grace, ended up at the Arthur Murray Dance Studio.
- No dancing this time.
I swear.
- Lay it on me.
- Pody PopeJr.
- Oh, we call him Jethro.
- Heard anything about him lately? - I heard he still likes slapping women around.
- I need you to go on a date with him.
- Shit.
Tell him you're thinking about leaving the streets.
- You want to audition for the big time.
- Shit.
- Come on.
- Shit, shit, shit, Grace.
- Look- Lookit, lookit like- - Have you seen him lately? - Looks like a farm animal on two legs.
- You can say no.
You can say no.
- Girl, you owe me.
- Let me start paying you back right now.
Gotta get those nails pretty for your date.
- So how's it going, Detective? - It's going fine.
[ Girls Laughing .]
- They your daughters? - Yeah.
Ain't they purty? - Car's been cleaned out with bleach.
- Yeah, the damn kids.
Sticky stuff everywhere.
Imagine that's why Junior used the bleach.
- Better ask him.
- Wednesday night, where were you? I was right here.
Now,Junior on the other hand, he- he was out most of the night, I remember right.
I was just calling you.
We've got a preliminary match on the blue fiber we found on Maggie toJunior's car.
Oh, cool.
Thanks.
Grace wanted me to tell you she's going home.
So any information on the case, you should just call her there.
Well, you can tell her that I have no intention of calling her.
And any information I have that she wants, she can read in my report tomorrow.
- Okay.
'Kay.
- Okay.
[ Typing .]
- Something else? - You guys had a fight, huh? - It's not a fight.
- Well, it seems like a fight.
The fight was yesterday.
Today we're just not talking.
Your relationship with Grace doesn't give you front row tickets to ours.
- Damn, no.
Okay, it's cool.
I thought we were friends.
My bad.
- No, we are friends.
- We're work friends.
- What's the difference? A big, huge difference.
Work friends talk about work-related things like the case or where we're gonna go have a drink.
- They don't talk about personal things.
- I could do personal.
- Really? - Yeah.
Why not? So you would be fine with me asking you about- oh- Darlene? Yeah.
No, you know, you're right.
Maybe we should stay work friends.
[ Scoffs .]
It was Junior broke into her place, Gus.
- [ Panting .]
- Pody had him follow her home, wait for the right time.
[ Whines .]
Junior gets inside, gets the one thing might prove Maggie's a reporter- her journalism degree.
Takes it home like a trophy.
Course, I can't prove any of that shit yet.
ButJunior's gonna tell me everything tomorrow.
- [ Knocking .]
- [ Whining .]
Come on, man.
Somebody made it all the way to the door.
Where's the warning? - [ Barking .]
- Too late, pal.
[ Whining .]
What's up, Darlene? Uh,just tell me the truth.
- About what? - About you and Ham.
- He's my partner.
- You know what I mean, Grace.
Damn it, Grace.
Are you sleeping with my husband? No.
[ Earl .]
Hello? - Anybody here? - [ Cow Moos .]
Hey.
I'm, uh, supposed to be meeting Ronnie about a cow for sale.
Oh, right.
Sorry.
Um, Ronnie's inside.
I'll go call him.
Any-Anything I can do? I'm nosy by nature, I know.
Just tell me to mind my own business.
-Just having a bad day.
- I'm sorry to hear that.
This seems like a good soul to tell your problems to.
Belongs to a friend of mine- or used to be a friend.
No, friend.
She's still my friend.
I'm just very upset with her at the moment.
Well, she can't be all that bad.
She got you for a friend.
- She lied to me.
- Can you forgive her? I always forgive her.
I don't know if I can this time.
Well, if you want others to be happy practice compassion.
Now, if you want to be happy, practice compassion.
Dalai Lama.
- Hey.
You here about the cow? - Yes, sir.
Nice chatting with you, ma'am.
[ Blues On Jukebox .]
You know, Pody get mad, he know I'm talkin' to you.
How's he gonna find out? Come on now.
He act like a bully, but he don't mean nothin'.
Meant somethin' when he killed Maggie- when he stuffed that newspaper down her throat.
- Now he means to blame it on you.
- I didn't kill anyone.
Right after she left you last night, my friend went to the hospital.
We're gonna match your semen from her with what they found in Maggie.
You're goin' down cold for her murder.
We got ya.
- [ Balls Clacking .]
- Your turn.
How are all your sisters? Karen, Megan, Maryann, Linda,Jeannie? Fine.
All fine.
That's good, 'cause we're bringin' 'em all in to talk.
And the new little ones too.
All seven of'em.
Aren't you gonna take your shot? You know, Maryann and Jeannie moved away? Yeah, a few months ago, moved somewhere.
Somewhere.
We don't know where.
Maggie got a call Wednesday night.
That person picked her up in your car raped her, killed her dumped her body on South Robinson.
Eh, well, it wasn't me.
You made the call.
I picked her up.
Did it right when I brought her home.
And then Pody wants a piece.
Yeah, Daddy likes my sloppy seconds.
So you screw your sisters, then it's Daddy's turn? Never.
I never, ever touch them, ever.
Try to keep Pody away from 'em.
But the girls on the job? Yeah.
That's the only park I got.
Perk.
We're gonna dig up that shed find Maryann and Jeannie, aren't we? [ Blues Continues, Man Singing, Indistinct .]
- Yup.
- Anyone else see Pody leave with Maggie? My sisters, all five of'em.
Sweet.
Let 'em pass by Somethin'bad Somethin'bad Somethin'bad [ Whistle Blowing On TV.]
[ Man Announcing Sports On TV, Indistinct .]
I can't do this anymore, you not talking to me.
It's worse than that time in third grade when Sister Mildred separated us for a week 'cause we ate all her peanut brittle.
That was some good peanut brittle.
I'm sorry, Rhetta.
Really, truly sorry.
I never meant to hurt you.
You sorry for lying, or for telling me, or for doing it in the first place? Yeah, all that.
[ Sighs .]
[ Sighs .]
It wasn't any fun for me either.
[ Sighs .]
[ Sports Announcer.]
He gets it off.
He's hit Morgan at the 45-yard lineI Oh, what a passI - To the 40, the 30, the 20- - [ Crowd Cheers .]
- [ Whistle Blows .]
- All the wayI TouchdownI [ Whines, Growls .]
I don't know what I'm gonna do with you, girl.
You take one step forward and two steps back.
We ain't doin' the Hokey Pokey here.
I thought for sure you was gonna tell Darlene the truth.
- Whatever problems they have has nothing to do with me.
- Hmm! [ Chuckles .]
You just keep tellin' yourself that.
I've had a long week, Earl.
So unless you're here for pizza and TV, go away.
Okay.
But extra jalapenos and no mushrooms this time.
[ Punching Keypad .]