[sentimental music]
* *
- [whispering] Wake up, sunshine.
[Harry Nilsson's "Gotta Get Up"]
[alarm beeping]
- * Gotta get up, gotta get out *
* Gotta get home before the morning comes *
* What if I'm late, got a big date *
* Gotta get home 'fore the sun comes up *
* Up and away, got a big day *
* Sorry can't stay, I gotta run, run, yeah *
- Drop trou, baby, it's time for your vitamins.
- * Gotta let the people know I'm gonna be late *
* Gotta get up, gotta get out *
* Gotta get home before the morning comes *
* What if I'm late, got a big date *
* Gotta get home before the sun comes up *
* Up and away, got a big day... *
- Lookin' good.
Hey, maybe I should get on some of that juice.
- Nah, you're good just like that.
- I am? - [laughs]
- You gonna mess up my eyeliner. - Mm-hmm.
[knock at door]
- This just got dropped off.
Delivery from Florida.
- Mm.
Mother-fuck!
[lively percussive music]
[tiger roars]
That bitch
had the fuckin' gall to sue me!
For makin' a website?
Copyright infringement my ass. It was a fuckin' prank!
- I thought it was hilarious.
- It was fuckin' hilarious, wasn't it?
- Mm-hmm.
- And I'm actually glad I waited for this
special occasion to drop this bomb on her,
'cause it's carpe fuckin' diem, am I right?
- Damn right.
- All right, let's roll. - Okay.
[camera beeps] Three, two...
- Good morning, world.
I'm Joe Exotic.
Welcome to the first edition of what I like to call
"The Saga of the Little Cat Rescue"
down in Tampa, Florida.
And boy, have I got an extra special treat for you tonight.
Carole Baskin's diary!
Excuse me while I put on my glasses
because I'm goin' fuckin' blind
from lookin' at Carole's ugly ass.
Today, we're gonna reveal why Carole may have killed
her former husband, Don Lewis.
Oh, you didn't know she was married before?
Well, surprise!
'Cause that murderous bitch is on hubby number three.
That's right--you might think Carole acts like a saint,
but she's a goddamn monster.
[tiger roars]
- [hissing]
Is this awesome or ridiculous?
- [snickering]
- It's perfect.
And people love the Big Cat Rescue Calendar,
and they're gonna love you in it.
- Okay. Bingo, we have a winner.
[knock at door] Come in.
Oh, Howie, say hello to Miss December.
- Oh.
Uh...
- What's wrong?
- We have a problem.
- And then Carole writes,
"My patience and long suffering
"are qualities to which I am known for.
But there is a limit to what I can stand."
Clearly there was a limit.
Did you feed Don to your tigers?
Did you bury him under your septic tank?
Or maybe you ground him up in that meat grinder of yours!
And if you're listening, Carole,
this is just the beginning,
'cause I got pages and pages to get through,
and nothin' to do but fuck with you!
[tense music]
- It was uploaded a few hours ago.
[sighs]
[keyboard clacks]
Was that really your diary?
- I just don't understand how he got his hands on it
because the only place that I bring my laptop is to work.
So it must've been a staff member or an intern.
So we need to shore up security so this never happens again.
- Carole?
- Yeah?
- Don't you even want to discuss what he said?
He brought up Don.
- I don't care what him and his 12 followers think about me.
He has no idea what I've been through in my life.
* *
- Stop it! [children laughing]
- You can't sit there. That's our bench.
- Stop it.
- Your brother was in our turf.
- First off, you can't be in turf.
One can only be on someone's turf.
Secondly, it doesn't belong to you.
- Get out of here, you and your stupid briefcase.
[in slow motion] You cross-eyed, nasty...
* *
- Oh!
- "Let every man be swift to hear,
"slow to speak, slow to wrath;
for the wrath of man worketh not the righteousness of God."
At Holy Cross, we pray for our enemies.
We do not retaliate.
- I was defending my brother.
- That is no excuse.
- But he's the one who started it.
He's a Neanderthal.
- Nobody likes a know-it-all.
I would suggest a dose of humility.
- Mom, I didn't do anything wrong.
- Apologize to that boy.
Right now.
[tense music]
[sighs] I'm sorry.
[Paul Anka's "Everything is Super Now" plays]
[door opens, closes] - * Everything... *
- Hiya, honeybun. - [sighs]
[keys jangle]
Jamie's at the sitter's. How was work?
- I interviewed ten applicants for that sales job.
Ten. - Huh.
- I just don't know why it's so goddamn hard to find someone.
* *
- Hey, um, if it helps...
I know someone who might be good for it.
- Yeah?
Who?
You?
[snorts]
- Well, I said, um...
- [laughing]
Jesus Christ. - What?
No, I told you I wanted to work.
- Oh, come on.
Honey, honey, you really don't need to worry
your pretty little face off about that.
I mean, look,
you've got your work cut out for you right here, don't ya?
- Oh, well, yeah. [laughs]
I was gonna do the dishes after we eat
'cause I was cleaning the house all day.
- Yeah.
You were, huh?
- I know what you need.
Why don't you relax while I finish making dinner?
* *
- Yeah, this is not Michelob.
- I know. I'm sorry.
They were out.
- So you can't even figure out how to get the right beer
for your husband, but you want to go to work?
Is that right?
- I'm--I said I was sorry. - [chuckles]
- I went to three places and tried.
- Carole, Carole.
Come on.
Like, how hard is it to run a household?
I am out there busting my ass every single goddamn day
so you can have a nice life.
[tense music]
What else do I gotta do?
Do I--do I have to show you how to use a goddamn mop?
Is that what you want me to do?
Hey.
Hey!
Ah!
* *
You shouldn't have done that.
- [softly] I'm sorry.
- You shouldn't have done that.
You shouldn't have done that.
You should not have done that!
Carole!
* *
Carole.
Carole!
Carole, you get back here!
* *
[Redbone's "Come And Get Your Love" playing on radio]
* *
- Hey, are you all right?
Miss, you all right?
- I'm fine, thank you.
- Where are you going?
- I don't know.
- What are you doing out here?
- I'm tired. I'm angry.
I just threw a potato at my husband
and I ran out of the house, so I don't exactly have a plan.
But thank you for checking in.
- You didn't ask me.
I'm hungry, I'm tired, and my wife,
she just threw me out too.
There were no potatoes involved, but...
I got no place to go, either.
- * What's the matter with you feel right *
* Don't you feel... *
- What do you want? - I don't want anything.
Sounds like things are bad at home for both of us.
Maybe, I don't know.
Why not be a little bad together?
- [laughing]
- Hop in.
- No. No.
I am not getting in the car with some weirdo
just because he asked.
- Okay, I get that.
[unzipping]
Maybe you'd feel safer if you held onto this.
- What? What the fuck?
- Hey, if I make a wrong move, you can blow my head off.
[ethereal music]
* *
Go ahead, take it.
[gun clicks]
- Hello, I'm Carole.
What's your name?
- It's Bob. Bob Martin.
- Okay. [laughs]
Well...
nice to meet you, Bob Martin.
[laughing] This is crazy.
- It's nice to meet you, too, Carole.
- [laughs]
[upbeat rock music]
- Hot damn, boys, keep it up!
This place is comin' together
faster than an altar boy's legs after mass.
- Hey, what is all the commotion about?
- Hey, Rink. - Nice of you to show up.
Where the hell you been?
- Had to get my other leg amputated, Joe.
I told you that.
- Shit. You look like the Terminator.
You doin' all right?
- Yeah, don't hurt no more. - Good.
- So you wanna tell me what the hell's going on?
- I realized Carole Baskin may be a snake, but her takin' away
my road shows might be the best thing that ever happened to me.
- Did he hit his head or something?
- You know how Walt Disney made a gazillion dollars?
He got people to come to his park.
You know?
'Cause of some cartoon fuckin' mice that talk.
- And your point is what, exactly?
- We can get people to come here.
- Right, make the whole goddamn place
into a tourist attraction.
I'm talkin' stage, bleachers, gift shop--
this place could be a regular Exoticland,
you know what I'm saying?
Except with real tigers instead of the fake shit.
- That sounds expensive.
- Ever heard of credit cards?
Lookin' good, Crystal. Keep these boys on it.
- What're you doing there, Joe?
Thought you had a meeting with your lawyer.
- Shit.
- We gotta respond to the Baskins' suit.
- I got a response.
"Fuck off!"
- [laughs]
- That's not exactly a legal response.
You toured under their company's name, Joe.
You created a fake website to intentionally deceive people.
- So? - So that's illegal.
And unless we play this smart, they're gonna clean you out.
- What are you gonna do to make this lawsuit go away?
- You really want it gone?
- What do you think?
I'm bleeding here! I got plans for the park.
- Well, I would advise that you dissolve the fake website
and you apologize to the Baskins
for flying a chopper over their sanctuary.
And then maybe they'll consider dropping the suit.
- [laughing] Apologize.
You want me to apologize?
- Well, it would be considered an act of good faith.
- It would be considered bullshit!
They came at me first!
Hell, I should sue them!
- Not a bad idea.
- Yeah.
They ain't the only ones who can play that game.
Let's see how they like it.
- I thought you wanted this to go away.
- If they wanna sue me for a million dollars,
I'm gonna sue them for two.
- Shit.
Why not five?
- Why not 15?
- Yeah.
[mischievous music]
- We're gonna sue that bitch for $15 million.
[country music playing over radio]
Damn, it feels good to punch that she-devil, don't it?
- After what she did to you?
She got it comin'.
- You really got my back, don't you?
- 'Course I do.
* *
I love you.
- Well, good.
'Cause I fuckin' love you, too.
[both chuckle]
[cell phone rings]
Yeah, Fred, what is it?
Okay, hang on.
- There's another straggler at the bus stop.
Do we need another pair of hands at the park?
- Yeah, why not?
- That's a yeah.
* *
[keys jingle, engine stops]
- Hey, kid, lookin' for work?
- Why you askin'?
- My buddy calls me when somebody
gets off the bus and then don't move.
So what happened?
- [sighs]
I came all the way down here from Texas
thinkin' I had a gig at this refinery.
Only now I find out that my cousin's friend
is totally full of shit. [chuckles]
How's your day going?
- Well, I own a zoo a few miles down the road.
We're doin' some building if you want some work
and a place to stay.
- What's the catch?
- No catch.
I just know what it's like to need a hand is all.
And hell,
half the guys at my park
just got outta jail or rehab or worse--
marriage.
Or if you want, I'd be just as happy to buy you a meal.
What's your name, son?
[upbeat music]
* *
- I'm Travis Maldonado.
- Damn nice to meet you, Travis.
I'm Joe.
- I have a present.
- What?
- Joe is suing us for $15 million, honey.
[laughing]
- What? Oh, my God.
- He's saying we slandered his name
and we caused him a loss of earnings.
[laughing]
A lawyer had to type that whole thing.
- It's been a while since I've practiced law,
but this doesn't look like a very strong case.
- No, my love. No, it doesn't.
- On the other hand, if it goes to a jury,
there's always a risk.
Trials can be unpredictable.
However...
There might be a way to rein this in before it goes too far.
- Uh-huh.
- If we enter into a mediation,
we can offer to drop our suit in exchange for concessions.
- And what in our dealings with Joe Exotic would lead you
to believe that he'd be open to compromise?
- Well, he is a businessman.
And right now, his business is struggling.
Carole, hear me out. Hear me out.
Since Joe put out that video, how much work
have you gotten done on your legislation initiative?
- None.
- That's where your attention is needed.
This might be a long shot,
but I don't think this has to descend into an all-out war.
I mean, this could be our off-ramp--
vroom--from Joe Exotic.
You like that? [both chuckle]
Give it some time.
- You drive me wild, Howie.
- Bring me something hard next time.
[camera beeps, shutter clicks]
- Smile, Thunder.
You and me about to make the sexiest
goddamn billboards in Oklahoma.
Ain't that right, Bubba? Yeah.
Hey, Rink!
How do I look?
- [chuckles] I don't know. Maybe it's a little much?
- Who you talking to?
You can't never have too much of a good thing.
- [chuckles] I beg to differ.
- Hey, how's the new kid settling in?
[phone buzzing] - Mm, so far, so good.
I got Saff showin' him the ropes.
- Hey, Joe? - Yeah.
- Lawyer's calling.
- Oh, shit.
Hang on a second.
Yeah, what kinda crap's that bitch pullin' this time?
Oh, shit.
You gotta be fucking kidding me.
Guess who's headin' to Oklahoma?
That bitch is comin' here with her tail between her legs!
[all cheering]
[energetic music]
[tiger roaring]
* *
- Is this normal?
- It is here, man.
- Welcome to the GW Zoo, baby.
- Thank you so much for filling in on such short notice.
Our regular quartet had a conflict
and the cats would be so disappointed
if they didn't get their musical enrichment, so...
Much obliged.
- This is for the cats?
- Yes, of course.
If you take requests, I would start with something baroque,
a Vivaldi, and then segue into something 20th century,
you know?
Shostakovich, whatever you got.
Have fun. Good luck.
Don't mess up. [chuckles]
The leader of the other quartet got arrested.
- Oh, no.
- I hope they work out.
- How are you feeling?
You know, about the mediation...
- Oh. - And all that.
- Well, Howard's optimistic.
- Well, hopefully, he's able to get those
awful videos stopped, so...
- I'm sorry, videos, plural?
- There's three.
More on the way, it sounds like.
[somber string music playing]
* *
Some of the stuff from your diaries,
I, uh, I am sorry that you had to go through it alone.
- I did not go through it alone.
Besides, everything that we go through
makes us who we are, right?
I mean, your childhood was not a walk in the park,
but would you have become the strong and courageous woman
that you are today if all that hadn't happened?
I don't think so.
So ultimately, it was for the best, right?
- Right.
- You know what I always say-- if things were easy,
we would never know what we were capable of.
- Yes.
- [sighs]
[dreamy music]
- There's an item up for bids, it is item 259...
- When do the llamas come out?
- Do I look like I run this auction?
- Excuse me.
I think they're after the bobcat.
- Oh, thank you.
- Russ Tuttle.
What do you want a llama for, if you don't mind my asking?
- Don Lewis. - Hey.
- I own some land, and, uh,
llamas are good for clearing out the grass.
- They're his little landscapers.
[chuckles]
Remind me to stop at the store on the way home.
Do you want burgers or casserole for dinner?
- [chuckles] What's the difference?
You're cooking it, it's gonna taste like shit either way.
[auctioneer chanting]
- 300. - 300, 300.
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up now...
- Good luck. That bobcat's adorable.
- Huh.
She'll look even better stuffed.
- What? - I'm a taxidermist.
I'm gonna club her in the head and make a decoration outta her.
Excuse me. - 400!
- 400, 400 lookin' for five.
I'll take 450, hit 'em up now...
* *
- 500. - Hey, what are you doin'?
[auctioneer chanting]
- 550.
- He's gonna kill that cat. 600.
- Carole, stop.
- 650.
- Sorry, I have to do this. 700.
- 750! - 750, 750...
- 800. - 800, 800...
- 850.
- Nine! - $900 for the bobcat.
- Hello.
Jamie, why don't you go into my bedroom
and finish your homework before your dad gets here?
Okay?
- Don.
What the hell is all this stuff?
- Well, I met this guy who gave me a steal
on these loose car parts.
- [laughs] A "steal" being the operative word, my dear.
- None of my business how he got 'em.
- Did you give him your real name,
or do you just reserve the fake names for me?
- Had to make sure you weren't after my money.
You know, can't be too careful.
Some people know I got a lot more than it looks like.
And I told you my real name eventually, didn't I?
- You sure did, baby.
Um, can you help me with the grinder?
I'm making meatloaf.
- Sure.
- No garlic, as per your request.
- Good.
- Thank you.
Okay, um...
Don?
Don, I want to talk to you about something.
- Uh-huh. Later.
- Honey?
- See?
You say the yard is full of crap, but...
I just have to wait till I find the right part.
- Yeah, look at that.
So I was at the bank today,
changing out those rolls of coins like you asked--
- I'm trying to focus. - I know.
But I--I overheard the bank manager talking about
how they have these distressed mortgages for sale.
- Carole.
I got a lot to do today.
- You see, the bank is selling these distressed mortgages
at a discount because it's easier than foreclosing,
but if we buy them,
then the tenant pays us like we're the bank.
- Look at this. I can get good cash for this.
[playful music]
- You've got a few lots that aren't generating much income,
but this could be a whole new business for us.
- My lots are doing just fine, thank you very much.
If these mortgages are so great,
why wouldn't the bank hold on to them?
- Because it's not worth the time it takes
for them to turn a profit, but it's worth it for us.
For us, it's real money. - Give it a rest, Carole.
I'm gonna go bury this in the backyard.
- Don.
Don--you know me. I am a natural businesswoman.
I just have never had a-- a business to be the woman of.
Please, Don!
Please.
I'll have those notarized and sent over to you right away.
Okay. Thank you very much.
Bye-bye.
[upbeat music]
- Did you just flip the house on Schillington?
- That I did. [chuckles]
That's three this summer.
- Look at you, little mogul in the making.
Didn't know you had it in you.
- I did.
Well, I suspected.
Don.
Guess who just flipped another house?
- Carole's bringing in more money than you, Don.
- Well, good for her.
[phone rings]
- Hello, it's Anne.
One moment.
Carole, it's Jamie's school.
[whispers] Mike never came to pick her up today.
She's been waiting by herself for over an hour.
Someone's on their way. Thank you.
[door opens]
[door closes]
- Ta-da.
This is it.
Um, what do you think?
- Ho--how long's Dad gonna be gone?
- Um, well,
to be honest, I don't know.
He didn't tell me how long he was going for,
and he didn't even tell me that he was leaving.
Um, so...
[sighs]
Could be a few months,
could be a little more.
Um...
But the good thing is,
you get to live here with me and Don.
- Not in the house.
[somber music]
* *
- I tried, sweetie.
I--I really tried.
But you know Don likes things
how he likes things.
And, um...
But it's almost like this is better,
'cause you kinda have your own apartment.
And we can hang out in here
and have girl time, and, you know.
Sampson's birthday's is coming up.
I was gonna make him a Sardini Martini.
Remember those? - Mm-hmm.
- So, um...
I think it's good.
I think it's...
Um...
I'm gonna go get you a bigger pillow because...
you've just got a bunch of little ones here.
[sighs] Okay.
* *
[sniffles]
[printer beeps and whirs]
[inhaling and exhaling]
[tires screech]
[breathing heavily]
- Carole, he's on the phone.
- Not now.
- Hey, Ed, hey, Ed, I'm gonna have to call you back.
[phone slams]
What's wrong with you?
- [panting]
- The money from my real estate account is gone.
- So?
- So you were the only other person who had access to it.
- Yeah, I'm buyin' some land in Costa Rica.
Can I get back to my call now? - What--
no, I need that money to grow my business.
You have to put it back.
- Who do you think you're talkin' to, Carole?
I'll do whatever I damn well please with that money.
- It is my money.
I earned it. - [laughs]
Well, you're smart. Go earn some more.
- So this is how it's gonna be? You're just gonna take my money?
- You know, when I met you,
you were wandering the streets like a goddamn hobo.
You weren't even wearing shoes.
Everything you have in this world is 'cause of me.
So you apologize.
Apologize for barging in here so I can get back to work.
- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that, uh,
I am so much smarter than you. [laughs]
I am so much better at this shit than you
that you can't even see how much better I am at it.
[laughs]
- Are you done?
[tense music]
* *
Hey, Ed, sorry about that. Where were we?
Uh-huh.
Sure, I--I can be there.
Yeah, sure, I can-- yeah, I can be there.
* *
[phone rings]
- Hello? - Carole, it's Anne.
Have you heard from Don?
- Um, last I heard from him, he was going to Costa Rica.
But that was a few days ago. Why?
- Well, I've been trying him,
and it's not like him not to return my calls.
- Oh, yeah? [scoffs]
Sometimes I don't hear from him for days on end, so...
- I'm worried something happened to him.
- Mm-hmm.
Like...
so do you want me to-- should I call the police?
- Yes, Carole.
I think your husband's missing.
Call the police.
- Oh, my goodness.
Okay.
Um, I will. Thank you, Anne.
Thank you.
- Hey, do you think that this is okay?
- Now that is what I call a Sardini Martini.
Just needs...
the finishing touch.
And we're off.
both: * Happy birthday to you *
* Happy birthday, dear Sampson *
* Happy birthday to you *
- Now, Joe, mediation is like a legal proceeding, okay?
So best behavior, yeah?
- I can't wait to finally look that bitch in the eye.
Hope I don't turn to stone!
- Off to a good start.
[suspenseful music]
* *
- Well.
Now that we're all here, why don't we get started?
- Where the fuck is Carole?
- I'm Howard Baskin.
I'm Carole's husband and I'm here on her behalf.
We are hopeful that we can all be reasonable
and come to some sort of equitable agreement.
Please, have a seat.
- No!
I come all the way to Oklahoma City,
and that demon woman don't even have the balls
to face me herself?
Bullshit! - Okay, sir,
your language is not-- - And I ain't talking
to her limp dick husband
who's only probably here 'cause he's afraid
she's gonna do him the way she did her last one!
Hey, she started this fight!
And now, what, she's pissed that I'm givin' her
a taste of her own-- what she deserves?
- No one deserves this, Joe.
Not Carole. Not me.
Certainly not the cats
who were scared out of their minds
when you flew that chopper over their heads.
- I think it's best
if we focus on what we can accomplish here today.
- Ah, easy for you to fuckin' say.
You ain't got that goddamn woman tryin' to throw you out
in the fuckin' streets-- excuse my fuckin' French.
She acts all high and mighty
when she's talkin' about saving the animals,
but when it comes to people like us, you know,
she don't give a shit when she's in there shankin' me!
Maybe she'd have more of a heart
if I had fur and a fuckin' tail!
That soul-suckin' gorgonzola of a she-bitch,
she's just clawin' at me like some kinda...
[mellow sitar music]
* *
I'm talking about a husband holocaust!
- 290 for that? [phone ringing]
Oh.
Hello?
- Ah.
I just wanted to hear a friendly voice for a change.
- My God, is it that bad?
- Every time he opens his mouth,
it's just like one of his videos.
The mediator can barely get a word in.
- Well, I'd say I'm sad I'm not there,
but we all know that's a lie, so...
- [chuckles] No, we made the right call.
Your presence here would've only made him
more riled up, if that's even possible.
How are you?
- I am fine.
One of our properties is becoming vacant,
so I think I'm gonna list it. - Oh.
Well, you know what's best. You're the pro.
- Mm.
I miss you, Howie.
- I miss you, too.
I'll be home soon.
- Okay. Mwah, good luck.
- Thanks, love you.
- [sighs]
- Good evening, world!
I'm Joe Exotic, and here's another episode
of "The Saga of the Little Cat Rescue."
Let's hear some more from our friend Carole Baskin.
"God knows the truth.
"He knows the real me that I try to hide from people.
"Sometimes, I can't get out of bed.
"I'm so afraid.
What should I do if this misery doesn't go away?"
Well, Carole, I'll tell ya.
Maybe you shoulda done us all a favor
and just killed yourself.
But apparently, you're too chicken shit even for that.
[drink pouring]
- [sighs]
Excuse me.
- You know, it's nothing personal.
- What?
- All that stuff I said in there,
I didn't mean anything against you or the others.
[drink pouring]
- It was hurtful, Joe.
- Yeah, I know it was, but...
takes two to tango, though, don't it?
- What do you want, Joe?
I mean, if it's just to yell at somebody, you did that.
You actually want to keep fighting?
- Of course not.
I'm tired of all this bullshit. I'm gettin' a goddamn ulcer.
- Then what do you want?
- I just wanna go back to when it was simple.
Just me and the animals.
- Well, we want this to end too.
But in order for that to happen,
we both have to give a little.
And for the love of God, the name calling--
it has to stop.
[soft dramatic music]
* *
All right, do you want to go back in there
and try and figure this out?
- All right.
- Hi. Can I help you?
- Carole Baskin?
- Yes.
- My name is Mia Kay.
I live at your Kennesaw Street property.
- Oh, yeah. Oh, hi, Mia, how are you?
- I'm not bad, I'm sorry to show up to your home.
I just wanted to do this in person.
- Okay.
- I know that I'm late on my payments
and I'm working on getting them together,
but I just lost my job,
and I have a four-year-old son.
- Oh, you know, I was a single mom, too.
- So you know. You get it.
- I get it.
And trust me, the best thing you can do
is to seize control of your life.
You can do it.
You have the power to achieve anything you put your mind to.
- I'm trying. I really am.
I just need a little bit more time.
- Yeah, you have 15 days, according to the law.
- Are you serious?
- One day, you will look back
and you'll see that I did you a favor.
- So I'm supposed to take advice
from the woman who murdered her husband?
Yeah, I looked you up. I've seen the videos.
At least I didn't put my husband
through a meat grinder to get my money.
- Excuse me.
I--I did not do anything to my husband.
And you should see my meat grinder.
You can't fit a person in there!
[car engine starting] You can't even fit a hand!
[engine rumbling, fading]
[dreamy music]
* *
[animals growling]
- Afternoon, Mrs. Lewis.
- Hello, detectives.
If you're coming to check on the cats,
you're in luck 'cause they are feeling extra frisky today.
- [chuckles]
We, uh,
we found your husband's van, Mrs. Lewis.
- Uh-huh, where?
- About 20 miles south from here.
But unfortunately, there was no sign of him.
The weird thing is, the van's seat was pushed back
as if someone much taller than Don
was driving it.
- Uh-huh, that's odd.
- I mean, do you know of anyone that might want to hurt Don?
- Well, he did a lot of shady business deals
with a lot of shady people.
And not to mention all the women he screwed over,
and their husbands, and their pimps.
Fidelity was not Don's strong suit.
- Did his indiscretions make you upset, Mrs. Lewis?
- Well, he's my husband, ma'am.
What do you think?
[sighs]
[tense music]
That's from the meat that we feed the cats.
- What did Don say to you again the night before he left?
- I already told you, he said he was leaving
early, early, early the next morning.
I'm sorry, am I-- am I a suspect?
[chuckles]
Great, thank you so much.
[sighs]
- What did the lawyer say?
- Um, well, turns out,
because all the accounts are in Don's name,
and Don hasn't been declared dead,
I don't have access to any of our money.
And, uh, I can't pay the mortgage,
and so I can't feed the cats, and, uh,
I can't feed us, and I, um,
I can't get to the real estate files because
they're locked in the office, and I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.
- Hey. Hey.
It'll be okay.
Why don't--why don't you just--
just sit down and, um,
and have some food.
And then--and then you'll be able to think
and then we can figure out what we're gonna do.
[sentimental music]
- [sighs] Okay.
- Okay, okay.
Okay.
[dishes clinking] - Okay.
We're good.
- Um, I'm gonna go to bed. - Okay.
Love you.
- Hey, Mom?
I really like my new bedroom.
- Well, good.
[chuckles]
Jamie.
- Yeah?
- I'm gonna get us out of this.
I'm gonna fix it, I promise.
- I know.
- Good night.
[dreamy music]
* *
[sirens whooping]
- Keep your hands up!
Keep 'em up!
- Officers, I promise there is an explanation for this.
- Carole?
It's okay, I know her.
Carole.
What are you doing here?
You can't just bust in like this.
- Why can't I just bust into-- I'm his wife.
And everyone's acting like I
did something wrong or something, and...
- Carole.
I heard your fight before Don went missing.
You took days to call the police.
And now you're breaking into his office?
None of it looks good.
- What are you saying?
You think I did something to Don?
- Carole, I know how much money Don had squirreled away.
- And ironically, I can't get my hands on any of it.
- Not yet.
But maybe that's what you've been after this whole time.
- I can't believe this.
Anne.
If I wanted to get my hands on Don's money,
I could've gotten rid of him a long time ago.
Especially after the way that he treated me
and the way he treated my daughter.
I know you know what I'm talking about.
I don't miss him.
Not for one second.
But I didn't kill him.
I'm the victim here.
[tense music]
- I wish I could believe you, Carole.
* *
[keys jingling]
- Hello, my love.
- [chuckles]
- My knight, home from battle.
Oh, man.
You look like you could use a drink.
- [groans] Indeed.
[sighs]
A celebratory one.
I think we may actually have a deal.
- What?
- After all the excruciating rhetoric,
we found a path forward.
- [gasps]
- In exchange for dropping our lawsuit,
Joe has agreed to no more road shows
and no more cub breeding.
- Wow.
So, like, how would he make money?
- Long term, he wouldn't.
He doesn't realize it yet, but Joe Exotic is finished.
- Huh.
- We can move on from Joe.
It's over.
- Well, we can't take him at his word.
- Oh, no, if he breaks the rules,
the agreement is null and void.
But he doesn't want these lawsuits any more than we do.
That much is clear.
- How long do you think it'll take for him to bleed out?
- Without knowing his finances, it's hard to say.
A year, maybe two?
- What if he has a strong year?
Or he gets an inheritance or something?
- Carole, there's always some degree of uncertainty here,
but this is a good deal for us.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
No.
No, I'm sorry.
[groans]
I'm sorry, Howard.
I know you worked so hard on this, but, um, no.
No, I can't accept that.
- All right, well, just--
think about the implications here.
- I am thinking about the implications, thank you.
- If you reject the deal out of hand,
the lawsuits recommence.
We go back to fighting Joe. - Yeah, so be it.
- It'll drag you away from what's really important.
- Howard, this is important!
- There are people who might view this decision to walk away
as unreasonable.
- Well, luckily for me, I learned a long time ago
that people are gonna judge me and call me a bitch
no matter what I do.
- Does this have anything to do with Joe's videos?
The things he's been saying about you?
- You know what, Howard?
I know no one's gonna give me a medal for fighting back.
Women who fight back get burned at the stake.
And I know that.
But what I need
is for my one friend in the world
to have my back.
- [sniffs]
[soft dramatic music]
You know this is your call.
* *
And I support you 100%.
- Thank you.
- So it's war?
- It's war. - Mm-hmm.
- Hey, Joe.
[chuckles] You all right?
What are you doing in here all by yourself?
[chuckles]
- Well, the lawsuit I thought was over
is back on.
- [sighs]
- I don't get it.
You know, I gave her everything she wanted, and...
she still wouldn't take the deal.
Does she really hate me that much?
- I don't know how anybody could hate you.
You're one of the nicest people I've ever met.
You took me in, and you gave me a home.
You didn't have to do any of that.
- I'm glad you're here, Travis.
I want you to know you're welcome to stay here
as long as you want.
If you like it, that is.
- Are you serious?
[laughs] I would--I would love it.
Man, I love it here so much.
I've never been anywhere like this in my entire life.
I can't believe how many animals you have.
- Can't never be too much of a good thing.
[both chuckle]
- Yeah.
- Can I ask you something? - Sure.
- You watch porn?
[Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Double Trouble"]
- * 11 times I been busted *
* 11 times I been to jail *
* Some of the times I been there *
* Nobody could go my bail *
* Well, it seems to me, Lord, that *
* This ol' boy just don't fit *
* *
* Well, I can jump in a rosebush *
* And come out smelling like sh... *
* Those misters dressed in blue *
* Never done so right by me *
* Some of the times I was innocent *
* But the judge said guilty *
* I'm not one to complain *
* Son, I tell you true *
- * Tell the truth, boy, tell the truth *
- * When the black cats cross your trail, Lord *
* God, it comes in pairs of two *
- * Misery times two *
- * Double trouble *
* That's what my friends all call me *
- * Double trouble *
* Double trouble *
- * I said, double trouble *
* T-R-O-U-B-L-E *
- * Double trouble *
* *
Wow!
- * Well, I was born down in the gutter *
* With a temper as hot as fire *
* Spent 90 days on a peat farm *
* Just doin' the county's time *
* Well, now, even Mama *
* Said, "Son, you're bad news" *
- * Bad news *
- * And it won't be too long before *
* Someone puts one through you *
* *
* Double trouble *
* That's what my friends all call me *
- * Double trouble *
* Double trouble *
- * I said, double trouble *
* T-R-O-U-B-L-E *
* *
* Double trouble *
* That's what my friends all call me *
- * Double trouble *
* Double trouble *
- * I said, double trouble *
* T-R-O-U-B-L-E *
* *