Don't Kill It

Get him, boy.

Titus.

Come here, boy.

Hey.

Titus.

There you are, boy.

What the hell's the matter with you?

Nicely done, Titus.

Looks like I got me a treasure-sniffing dog.

Titus. Titus. Titus. No.

No, no, no.

Titus, no.

No.

No.

Your father's home early.

Hey there, how'd it go?

Thanks for reading to me. I need reading glasses...

- one day. - No problem.

Sure we'll like this.

Gabriel?

Are you all right? What's the matter?

Baby? Baby?

Gabriel, you son of a bitch.

Daddy?

[COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

You look so pretty, I wanna twirl you like a top.

Stop. - Come on, Amber.

Wanna play something sexy and dance? Hmm?

No, I don't. Don't touch me.

Come on, now.

Just one dance, huh?

- Come on, like old times, like old times... - Frank, stop.

Amber, why are you teasing me like this then?

Frank, I told you, you're cut off.

This ain't a charity.

- Just one dance. Come on, now. - Frank, get off.

You know I'm good for it.

Good for nothing.

Hey there.

I like your hat.

My daddy used to have a hat like this.

Me and you...

- could have some fun with that hat. - Amber, listen.

Stop. Can't you see I'm talking to somebody?

- Who, this guy? - Yes, this guy.

We were just having a wonderful conversation about my daddy, so get out.

Hey, shithead.

You talking to my girl?

Sir...

just leave me out of this.

Look, what I said was...

See, today...

we all learned about a real important word...

and that word is "consent."

What?

You see, if two people wanna make love, that's a very beautiful thing...

if it's between two consenting adults.

If the lady keeps saying no, and you just keep going anyway, well...

you're just a piece of shit, really.

Please, leave me alone. Help.

I'm really sorry, man. Just please let me...

Well, I think she told you...

quite clearly...

to leave her alone.

So I think you owe her an apology.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

For?

For being a piece of shit.

I'm a piece of shit.

- Are you a piece of shit? - I'm a piece of shit.

- Really? - Yes.

- Say it again. - I'm a piece of shit.

All right. Good.

It's all right, buddy.

It's over now.

I ain't gonna lie, you'll probably have a pretty bad headache in the morning.

Get this guy some ice cream.

- You like ice cream? - Yeah.

Always makes me feel better.

Rocky road or something.

You...

You wanna get out of here?

Let's go.

That was amazing.

- I thought you killed him at first. - No, I don't kill people.

Well, I try not to, anyway.

Say, you got a place around here?

About six blocks down the road.

Good.

Because I sleep in my car.

- What's the matter, you can't decide? - Oh. Heh.

These old things? No, I'm just looking for all the luck I can get.

Figure one of them's gotta have something to it.

So you from around here?

As of late, yeah.

How come I haven't seen you at the bar before?

I stay to myself mostly...

but I do venture out every now and then.

[COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING ON ALARM CLOCK]

So it'll be a hundred dollars for the night.

I usually charge 150, but I really do like this hat.

Pardon me, I did enjoy a few last night...

but I don't think I recall entering into that sort of agreement.

What are you, fucking stupid?

Do you think that a girl that looks like this...

is gonna be in a shithole bar like that if it wasn't for a damn paycheck?

- Don't turn away from me. - Quiet now.

Another murder in the town of Chicory Creek.

This is the latest killing in a town that has had three triple homicides...

in the last week alone.

The authorities say the killings are unrelated.

Later on tonight, though...

I'll be damned.

You can't just leave.

You owe me money.

Thank you.

Come again.

Good morning to you, ma'am.

Holy hell.

Ain't you little Evelyn Pierce?

My God, I ain't seen you in maybe 20-some odd years.

Otis, right?

Yeah.

You looking real fine, Evy, I gotta tell you that.

Like, you must be doing really well for yourself.

I'm looking for Chief Dunham. Is he available?

Yeah... No, actually, the chief, he's currently indisposed...

so, he's got a very pressing investigation...

at the time, so...

Basically, he told me nobody is allowed inside whatsoever, not even you, Evy.

But I'll tell you what, if you, maybe, have some time...

and wanna have some company...

you and I could go down the street, maybe grab a coffee, donut...

It's Agent Pierce.

I'm here on business.

No shit.

Look at you then, little Evelyn.

You grew up and became yourself a big old bad federale.

I'll be goddamned.

Officer Willard, I gotta tell you something.

I hate being called "Evil Lyn."

So just stick with the formal. Agent Pierce.

All right. What, the bureau done got you all serious now?

All right, Agent Pierce.

- I'm gonna go tell him you're here. - No need. I'll do it myself.

All right, hey, you can't park out here, neither.

- It's supposed to be parked around back. - Well, then you go park it.

I'm not parking anything.

I'll stay right here with a cigarette.

Look, as a spiritual leader in the community...

l should be kept in the loop of this investigation.

The more I know, the better I can guide.

Well, again, I'm gonna take your interest into account...

but I'm kind of busy. I got a meeting here in five minutes.

Say no more, Marty.

I can see you got a full plate.

Come in.

Pastor.

Well, Evelyn Pierce.

My, this is a surprise.

They told me they were sending someone from the Jackson field office...

but I had no idea it'd be you.

You know, it is great to see you.

It's been how many years?

A very long time, Chief Dunham.

I've been looking for a good excuse to come back here to visit.

Well, now, tell me, Agent Pierce, is it...?

Is it really necessary bringing in the bureau and all?

You have had three triple homicides in the past week, is that correct?

Well, now, that is technically true...

but ain't nothing that the good men and women of the C.C.D.P...

- can't handle on their own. - No one's trying to do your job for you.

I don't wanna be here just as much as you don't want me to be here.

If this was just one murder, it would not fall under our jurisdiction.

But it's been three separate cases committed by three separate perps.

Means it could be domestic terrorism, and we investigate that.

You know what, Agent Pierce? I can assure you...

there are no terrorists here in old Chicory Creek.

I'm sure you're right.

My job is to make sure that these cases are unrelated...

and I will be on my way.

Well, now, you know what?

That makes good sense. I like that.

Heh.

They are unrelated, right?

Uh...

Yeah.

Well, they might be the tiniest bit related...