"Oh, whatever. It's the South," Joan says in an accent carefully curated to make her sound like she's not from Texas.

Joan listens to Beth and almost says, oh, zombies. A flashing premonion comes over her in incredible clarity: Joan being moved to murder someone when they hear about the worst days of her life and say, oh, you're from a procedural. She keeps her trap shut.

"We don't have that here. They don't even have graveyards. I... That sounds fucked up, though. People coming back as corpses."