Rust and Marty Enjoy Some KFC

TD

The True Detectives Join the Colonel Club

INT.  CAR – LUNCH – ESTABLISHING

RUST COHLE and MARTY HART are digging into the new KFC 18 Piece Family Special for $29.99. MARTY is eating quickly, rotating the drumstick as he bites off big chunks of chicken. RUST picks as his more gingerly, pulling off small bits of skin and meat with his fingers.

MARTY
Bucket’s gonna go cold if you don’t pick up the pace.

RUST
It’s already gone cold, they just warm it up.

MARTY
Told you we shoulda got burgers.

RUST
It’s all the same.

The two sit in silence for a moment. RUST picks at the last bit of skin and meat leaving only a small, greasy bone which he turns over in his hands. MARTY observes the behavior, sets his drumstick aside, and wipes his mouth clean.

MARTY
Something ’bout the case?

RUST
Yes and no.

MARTY
What’s that supposed to mean?

RUST
What do you think the most powerful emotion is, Marty?

MARTY seems taken aback by the question and chews his lip in thought.

MARTY
Love? Fear? Hate? I don’t know Rust there’s a lot of ’em.

RUST
It’s obsession. At the center of love, at the base of hate, what drives a man to insanity is obsession. Whoever killed Dora Lange, you can bet they were obsessed. If not with her, then with something else. Rituals. Demons. Death.

MARTY
Drugs.

RUST
Maybe. But when I look at the body of Miss Lange and this bucket here, all I see is the product of the same thing.

MARTY
You’re losing me Rust and I don’t think I care enough to follow.

RUST
Look here, this face, frozen in time. What drives a man to devote his life to fried chicken, to pursue something with all his conviction and being to the point where he becomes an icon, a figurehead for all things poultry? It’s obsession, and not the healthy kind. If there’s such a thing.

MARTY
What, Colonel Sanders was fucking chickens out back before he cooked ’em, is that what you  think? Look, we’re all a little obsessed over something, doesn’t mean we’re all psychos.

RUST
I think we’re all just one bad day away from becoming psychopaths, Marty. But the Lange killer and the Colonel, they weren’t just after blood. They were obsessed with something more.

MARTY
I’m almost afraid to ask.

RUST
Eternal life. Immorality. The greatest lie ever told. Maybe the guy who killed Miss Lange thinks sacrifices or drinking the blood of virgins will be his quick ticket to long life. Colonel Sanders, he thought he knew where to find it– stamped on every bucket from here to China.

MARTY
Yeah, until someone else makes some better chicken.

RUST
How could they? There must be a million little fried chicken joints all across this state and beyond, but KFC… there’s no single KFC store, no place to get the real KFC. Kentucky Fried Chicken is an idea, a virus that infects the mind as well as the tastebuds, and Colonel Sanders is a part of that DNA as much as the chicken.

MARTY
Well it’s good chicken, you know, herbs and spices or whatever.

RUST
The secret blend? It’s an illusion. Wool pulled over your eyes. There’s no such thing, never was.

MARTY
Well they must be doing something right.

RUST
These little mom and pop shops, they go out, buy their chicken, cut and cook it themselves. But KFC, they got factories, miles of chicken, whole labyrinths of them, squeezed into wire cages, hung from ceilings by their necks, their eyes wide and fearful, but unable to comprehend the scale of it. How finite their time really is. They fatten them up and mulch the whole thing. Feather, meat, bone. Spit it out as a sludge you can barely even call food.

MARTY shakes his head and looks out the window for a brief moment. His gaze returns to the bucket of chicken and we get a slow pan-in shot of the pile of crisp, slightly brown pile of meat.

RUST
And the biggest joke of it all. Of obsession, eternal life. Here we are eating some chicken, while the universe eats us.

MARTY
You’re a real piece of shit, you know that? Why’d we even get a bucket if it’s such a thing for you.
RUST picks up a drumstick and rips off a massive chunk with his teeth, speaking with his mouth full.

RUST
I like KFC.

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