Peacock Motor Court, possible 10-31.
Get out. Get, get, get, get.
Get.
Save the eyeball.
I am not touching that eyeball.
There's a possibility that you slit his throat
and the past few hours was just your...
insane way of covering things up.
- Checotah. - Hmm.
- Get the first aid kit. - Okay.
- I think he's a little past first aid. - I know. That's not the point.
- Got it. - Get the thermometer.
Why? Why, what is this?
We need his body temperature
to establish when he was killed.
The most accurate reading will come from his rectum.
- Okay, now you're just fucking around. - I am not.
You are a suspect.
Do you wanna solve this or not?
Sorry, I got a latex allergy,
which girls never believe,
but it's why I always go sheepskin.
I would do it myself, but...
You want me to sing to you so you're not distracted by his anus?
If you don't zip it, I'm gonna stick this in your nose when I'm done.
Oh, snap. Lady's come to play.
Ah, gentle, now.
Ugh.
Now we wait for the beep.
- Jeremiah Cedar. - Never heard of him.
Ironic that my wife's dead lover was named for a prophet
who passed judgment on people for their wickedness.
You wanna know what's ironic?
I just stuck a thermometer up a dead guy's butt.
That's not irony.
Perhaps a paradox, a tragicomedy...
I could argue and make a case for juxtaposition, but...
Ugh!
Uh, 97.0.
Postmortem temperature drops 1.5 degrees every hour.
Even given this heat, an hour ago,
this man was very much alive.
Well, you were with me, so you couldn't have done it.
Uh-huh.
All right.
And I do this very reluctantly.
All righty, just FYI, Sheriff Grant should be here in about a half an hour.
Well, hello there. I was just heading to the gym.
I... I need you to take a look at a body.
That is so much more appealing than free weights.
Your place, 30 minutes?
We can pick up where we left off.
I'm talking about a dead body.
Jesus, another one?
Otis, we need you.
I'll text you the location.
Oh, hell no. Nope, nope. Step away from the eyeball.
Has it occurred to you that this neck injury
bears a striking resemblance to my wife's fatal wound?
Do not try to distract me.
You have motive for both murders.
But not opportunity for this one,
and the only person who could conceivably commit murder on my behalf is Checotah.
Oh, no, man. I couldn't kill anyone. Except maybe Hitler.
But I'm worried that would mess up the timelines in ways,
like, we could only begin to imagine.
Let's maybe put a pin in that.
Also consider that we got put onto Mr. Cedar's trail by Alicia Perez.
You think she only used us to flush him out?
What do you think?
Well, if that's true, then he's only dead
because we went looking for him.
Good, he deserved it.
Oh, eyeballs are so weird.
Thank you. I owe you one.
Where's the eyeball?
You ruined our dinner, and now for dessert,
we get a corpse and chunks of trachea.
Excellent.
I recognize the sarcasm, but I choose to ignore it.
Cause of death: sharp force trauma to the neck.
Yes, we figured that out already, thank you.
You also figure out how to apologize for spying on my date?
Shit, you guys are acting like two bucks in a one-deer town.
Hey, sheriff's on his way. Can we just focus here?
Yeah, sorry.
No defensive wounds.
Killer must've snuck up on him.
Obvious.
Why am I here?
You know, if you want me here,
the least you could do is not be so rude.
His fingernails, top halves are brown.
Bottom are white. That's called Lindsay's nails.
He must've had crazy-high creatinine levels.
Is that consistent with a youngish,
otherwise healthy-looking scoundrel?
No, it is not.
Sheriff Grant.
You better hurry it the fuck up.
What are you doing? What is that?
It's the eyeball. They'll think the peacock ate it.
So now I'm your accomplice?
Otis, you are a fine man and a fine doctor,
and I apologize for any dinner-ruining shenanigans.
I am not taking the eyeball.
Is anyone listening to me? I am not taking the eyeball.
I'm gonna go find the nearest Coke machine.
You two... just wait here.
There better be a good explanation for why you're here.
There's an honest explanation,
so in a... in a sense, it's good.
But you might get upset, so it's both bad and good.
So you just stumbled on a homicide
hours after telling me you'd found a murder weapon from another homicide,
a weapon which, by the way, I still haven't seen.
It's at my house. I...
I got a lead, so we followed it here.
Who is "we"?
Okay... come on out.
Oh, good God almighty, it's the Scooby gang.
Everyone who does not have a badge,
leave. Now.
Did you even consider that bringing civilians
to an active crime scene is a terrible idea?
I expect more from you than this ass-itching bullshit.
Okay, I've taken the Vida Prescott investigation
further than anyone has in five years.
- Yes, you have. - Mm-hmm.
And you know what? You're due some credit.
- Thank you. - Congratulations.
You get to fill out the paperwork,
and homicide paperwork is real, real boring,
super detailed... I'm talking triplicate shit.
Looking forward to it, sir!
Love homework, sir.
Where's his eyeball?
I... I believe the peacock ate it.
It's a long shot,
but my family knows pretty much everybody who hangs out at Peacock Motor Court.
Tell me those are raccoons.
No, it's tree alligators.
Dude, trying to lighten this shit up.
Those peacocks, like, really freaked me out.
This would not happen in Atlanta.
I have an eyeball in my bag.
There's an eyeball in my bag!
Just be friendly, you know?
Just be real... friendly.
Cool.
Hey, y'all.
Looking good.
Remember the doctor? Dr. Wright and... Bell.
Yeah, I would love a drink!
Who's pouring?
That there's local. Help yourself, Doc.
I'm looking for information on Jeremiah Cedar.
Don't know him.
Now can I punch this asshole in the face?
I embrace discomfort. I confront my fears.
- I embrace discomfort. I confront my fears. - Are you good, man?
I embrace discomfort.
I confront my fears.
I embrace discomfort.
I confront my fears.
I drive eight hours back from the Everglades,
and I gotta look at this nincompoop?
David...
it's lovely to see you again.
Ooh, I, for one, am delighted.
Look at the poor guy, Uncle David.
He's not a poor guy.
He made all us poor guys.
We bought all this stuff when you announced that seafront project.
You know Floyd over there?
He used all his savings.
And Alice, Alice, she quit her job.
You sold us on hope,
and then you just walked away.
You know, the blame thing isn't really super productive.
You know why I was back on the reservation?
Cousin Luke is dying,
and we agreed that his seat on the council should stay in our family.
- Campaigning's a lot of work. - Lazy's no excuse.
Got other priorities, man.
What, delivering packages and mending broken rich white folks?
Come on, Che, you have a chance
to do something real instead of whatever this is.
Pardon the interruption.
- Bell. - He is doing something real.
- Bell. - No, no, no.
He knows how to be a friend.
And that is inestimably real.
You know, the only blessing with your father's death
is that he didn't have to see what became of his son.
Baby, you need to listen to Bianca, okay?
I wanna sleep at Dad's.
So it's Dad now, huh?
He said I could.
Maybe soon, okay?
- I love you, bug. - I love you.
Bye.
Hey, bubba. You good?
Fantastic.
I'm just enjoying this hooch.
I maybe have something on Cedar.
You knew Jeremiah Cedar?
A little bit.
I work for Perez Sugar in shipping.
Used to be a quarter-Miccosukee guy
went by the name of Jeremiah Cedar till about five years ago.
Then he just took off.
- He worked at Perez Sugar? - Yup.
Other than the big-box stores on 30A,
it's, like, the only game in town.
Other than the strip club.
- True. - And the other strip club.
Did any of the others know?
Sure, they did, but nobody wants to help you on account of you being a dick.
Moving on, what was Jeremiah like?
Was he a degenerate, a philanderer?
Nicest guy in the world.
Yeah, but was it a niceness which belied some sort of creepy ulterior motive?
Nope, just nice. I noticed.
Dude that handsome, you figure that he'd be a jerk.
I mean, I'd be a jerk if I looked like that,
but I can't, because I look like this.
So I gotta be nice.
I can't remember if I've ever seen masculinity and tenderness so well balanced in a fella.
This is unbelievable.
How many years you figure you get for a stolen eyeball?
Because I am a doctor,
and this shit does not play well on a resume.
Are you even listening to me?
Look at this.
He had cataracts.
How does a 32-year-old have cataracts?
Chronic kidney disease.
That would also explain the Lindsay's nails.
No more dead bodies.
I can't handle the paperwork.
Noted.
Somewhere around hour three, I needed a break,
so I started looking at Vida's autopsy photos again.
How is that a break?
Can you, um... can you show me the photos you took of Cedar's neck?
Those look the same to you?
Both cuts start below the ear.
They run obliquely down, across the midline,
ending slightly below the point of origin.
Which means both throats were slit from behind.
And both cuts run parallel to lines of cleavage.
Neither have hesitation marks.
It's the same killer.
I knew you couldn't have.
You okay?
Jeremiah Cedar didn't kill Vida...
and neither did I.
What I said about you earlier, I'm...
- I'm sorry. - It's not what you said.
I don't care what you say.
Well, that's nice to hear.
No, that's not what I mean.
For years, I've been worried that I killed her...
that I did something so awful that...
I couldn't remember it, but...
I didn't do it, Cammie.
- I didn't do it. - Hmm.
I didn't do it!
I didn't do it! I didn't do it! I didn't do it! I didn't do it!
I didn't do it! Ha-ha!
Hoo, ha, doo, doo.
I didn't do it. I didn't do it.
What is that?
It's my "I didn't do it" dance.
Okay.
Hey, what if we could find the murder weapon?
Even if it was somehow,
let's say, um, connected to you...
That could just be because somebody's trying to frame you,
for example.
What are you talking about?
Who would frame me?
I don't know.
Cammie.
Yeah?
You should go.
Yeah.
Yeah, I should go.
It's Bianca dropping off Tyler.
You gotta... You gotta go.
Good morning to you too.
You know, I really enjoyed last night.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, me too. It was fun.
Thanks. I really needed that.
I think that's a good review.
Are you being needy?
'Cause I can't handle a needy guy.
I'm not a needy guy. I'm, like, the least needy guy.
I'm more of a...
Waking up guy who's trying to find his shirt guy.
Oh, okay. My kid's coming home. You gotta go. Come on.
Hey.
Dang, looking good.
You have, like, a real natural glow to you. Were you working out?
No, I was, um, I was just doing some stuff.
Oh.
Well, anyways, uh, found out Cedar's Aunt Sam works at Yeehaw Junction.
Did Bell send you to send me there?
She gets off shift at noon, so...
Why didn't he call?
He did.
Shit.
- 'Sup? - Otis, you dog.
- Uh-huh, thank you. - Uh, Aunt...
Yeehaw!
♪♪ Last night I heard this politician ♪♪
♪♪ Talking 'bout His brand new mission ♪♪
♪♪ Liked his plans But he came undone ♪♪
♪♪ When he got around To God and guns... ♪♪
Hey, hey, I'm looking for Sam Tucker.
And if I say no?
Civil society is based on having a system of laws, and if that thin veneer...
So boring.
I'll go get her.
Thank you!
Yeehaw!
Whoo! Yeah.
Yeehaw!
♪♪ That's what this country ♪♪
- Yeehaw! - Whoo-haw!
Beer and guns,
who thought that was a good idea?
Everybody.
You know, what you did at the restaurant,
spying on me... not okay.
Oh, I'm sorry, did I kill the mood?
No. The mood survived just fine.
- Mm-hmm. - Thank you very much.
- Yeehaw! - Yee!
Yeehaw!
I'm still talking to you.
You totally missed.
Yeehaw!
Whoo! Got a "yeehaw!"
You're a terrible shot.
Yes, I am.
Look...
I've known Bell since we were kids.
He needs protectin', that's all.
Far as you and Otis, I got no problem.
Most men around here suck.
Trust me.
I've sampled a solid portion of the population
and a few ladies.
I got bored.
Okay, well, I don't need your rating on Otis.
Mm, but do you need my rating on Bell
is the question.
Officer? I'm Sam Tucker.
Okay.
Let's go chat.
Oh, my God.
Poor Jeremiah.
I'm so sorry.
I know how it feels to lose a family member.
Uh, so...
do you know of anyone who would try to hurt your nephew?
He was afraid of someone, but I don't know who.
He... He never mentioned any names?
No, poor thing had to deal with being sick and scared all at once.
Sick?
Was it kidney disease?
Yeah.
Took all of his strength.
Only way he got by is 'cause they kept paying him.
- Who kept paying him? - The Perez family.
Perez Sugar kept paying him even after he left?
No, the other company.
- The rum company, El Calvero? - That one.
Any chance you've got one of his paychecks?
Did you find the philanderer's aunt?
Yeah, and it was kind of heartbreaking.
I don't think I wanna do that again.
The same way you didn't wanna answer my calls?
I was busy.
Doctor pay you a house call?
Not your business.
Also, I could get house calls from the entire Atlanta Falcons offensive line,
and it still would be none of your business.
Fine, not my business.
But in the event that wasn't hypothetical,
the Falcons ranked near statistical bottom last season.
Except in sex.
- Really? - No! Not really.
And if you're done talking about my sex life,
look what Aunt Sam showed me.
So Cedar got sick while working at Perez Sugar.
He quit, but they kept paying him.
So either the Perezes are really generous...
That seems unlikely.
Or they were paying him
to keep his mouth shut.
Look at the signature.
- Alicia Perez. - Mm-hmm.
When she gave me the photo,
she told me she had no idea who he was.
Either she knew the name
and not the face...
Or she's a bigger liar than her daughter.
Yeah.
$249?
And 99 cents.
This says $49.99.
I can see you wrote a 2 in front.
Yeah. He definitely did that.
This isn't even a name brand. This is some generic bullshit.
Come on. Come on. I need it for my radar gun.
That gun gave me a $200 ticket
on account of I was late to the Journey concert.
I missed "Wheel in the Sky" 'cause of you.
"Wheel in the Sky" is why you go.
Yes.
Okay.
- Hey, Urleen. - Hi.
Cammie.
Did you tell him I was here?
I didn't not tell him.
I just sort of left it open to interpretation.
- God, Urleen. - I'm sorry.
Why is this town so goddamn small?
- Bye. - Uh...
I was hoping to get a quote about the murder.
First, how 'bout you explain why Tyler is suddenly calling you Dad.
I told him to. Also, I'm his dad.
It's, like, a fact.
Did you also tell him he could have a sleepover?
- Uh, yeah. - We're supposed to discuss these things, Marcus.
Look, I'm trying to be better here.
So go build a house for the poor!
That way, if you fuck something up,
it's just a little piece of drywall,
not a kid for the rest of his life.
I'll thank you to give us the room.
So you wanna tell me what possessed you to talk to Sam Tucker?
With all due respect, Sheriff,
Peacock Motor Court is in my jurisdiction.
Yeehaw Junction is in my jurisdiction.
Jeremiah Cedar lived on a boat,
uh, in a marina that's in my jurisdiction.
So all notifications are on me.
I do not like having to repeat myself, Officer Lorde,
but Mayor Iwanaga specifically offloaded Major Crimes
so that you can concentrate on writing citations
so that this godforsaken town doesn't go down the crapper.
My jurisdiction is dictated by the manual.
I'm happy to cite the relevant section, sir.
What section of the damn manual
advises storing murder weapons at your personal residence?
Yeah.
So you and I are gonna go to your home,
and you're gonna hand me that weapon.
Yes, sir.
Gonna make it explode?
Kind of wanna see it explode, but I also kind of don't.
This is a fluorescent dye.
Otis identified kidney disease, which caused the cataracts,
but what caused the kidney disease is the question.
Maybe he was born that way,
like I was born with two uvulas.
- Really? - Uh-huh.
- Oh, would you look at that. - Ah.
You know, only 2% of the population has a bifid uvula.
I can make a cool little sound with it.
See? Just born that way.
Not the case with Jeremiah Cedar.
He was healthy enough to fornicate with my wife,
and that was an endurance sport, trust me.
Turn that off.
Oh, cool.
Not cool.
The fluorescence indicates the presence of heavy metals:
cadmium, phosphorous, lead.
It's like Daredevil.
You know, defense attorney by day,
masked vigilante by night?
Anyway, it's not important.
Those poisons are what destroyed Cedar's kidneys.
Your uncle David's cousin, the sick one?
Cousin Luke?
He didn't, by any chance, work at Perez Sugar, did he?
Yeah.
This isn't actually you caring about people, is it?
I didn't know you had a kid.
Tyler.
Yeah, he's, um... he's down the street at a friend's house.
Mm.
I was raised by a single mother.
Took good care of me, too, even though it about half killed her.
- Not an easy road, is it? - No.
But he's...
he's the best part of my life.
Yeah.
That's what my mother used to say.
So I, uh, I found the machete at the Prescott house.
I was worried Bell Prescott might've been involved in the murder, so I, uh...
I took it into custody.
Has Prescott noticed it's missing?
No, not that I'm aware of.
I mean, that house has so much shit in it.
But I got new information that leads me to believe that he had no part of it.
It was here. It was...
I left it right here.
Well, who else knew that you had it?
No one.
Just you.
I'm gonna go talk to the neighbor. Maybe they saw someone.
You're in a world... of bad here.
See, your story is not making much sense,
and that concerns me.
Officer Lorde,
I just did 120 on I-10, like, a few times.
- Where the holy hell are you? - Mr. Mayor, I'm happy you called.
I'm at home with Sheriff Grant.
If you're not at your post pronto,
I will come and get you myself.
The mayor's expecting me.
Well...
then you better get going.
Can you tell her to stop for, like, six minutes?
I've been plagued by a woodpecker every morning at sunrise.
Darby assures me a wind chime made of her high school CD collection
is the best means of deterrence.
Please, can you stop hammering?
Why? Y'all having an intimate moment in there?
Yes, Darby, we are.
So, um...
I found an old sugarcane machete
in your house,
and there's a chip in it
that matches the shard that...
Otis pulled from Vida.
I took it because I thought you killed her.
The murder weapon was... here?
Yeah.
But someone stole it from my house,
and Sheriff Grant's the only one I told.
What could possibly be his motive?
I don't know, but I have to head over to the I-10
long enough to get the mayor off my ass.
Then I can see if I can find out what Grant's up to.
I know what he's up to.
Later, at least.
Every Sunday at 5:00 at the Frog Pond,
they give men in uniform a free wash.
Sheriff Grant's a regular there.
Total side note: he's an excellent tipper.
- Quite the gentleman, in my opinion. - Attitude noted.
Thank you, Darby.
If it pleases you,
I gotta pull some water moccasins
from the castle moat at the mini golf.
Later.
You wanna drug up and come with?
No.
I have to talk to someone about sugar.
I thought you did it, but I... was hoping you didn't.
What is that?
The "you didn't do it" dance, remember?
Ooh, ooh, ooh.
Cuh.
Did I just amuse you?
I think I did,
just a... just a little bit.
Okay, I'm gone. Bye.
Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you so much for coming.
I... I promise I will stop calling and asking for help...
eventually.
Please don't tell me it's another dead body.
No, not a dead body.
But how would you feel about trailing a suspect, hmm?
What suspect?
Let's just say...
law enforcement.
A bad cop?
What are the odds?
We'd need to take your car.
- Mine's a little... - Ugly.
Visible.
What's in it for me?
I'm thinking, the scenery.
♪♪ Told me You'd be home by ten ♪♪
♪♪ Where you been? ♪♪
Okay, so we'll just lie low here
until Sheriff Grant leaves,
and, uh, then we'll follow him.
Oh, my God, this AC is bliss.
Normally, second date, I'd invite you over for dinner,
make duck a I'orange paired with a pinot gris, of course.
Oh, I don't eat duck, just...
chicken and hot dogs.
You know, normal stuff.
- Normal stuff? - Mm-hmm.
What are you, five years old?
My palate is, yes.
Well, then you'll like dessert,
'cause dessert is homemade ice cream.
Okay, okay, listen, you don't... you don't have to do this.
Maybe we'll pick up where we left off this morning,
maybe we won't, but either way,
we don't have to define things,
and we absolutely do not need to get personal.
I like you, Cammie.
I like you too. I just...
have a lot going on.
Tip well.
Darby keeps track.
Mother.
Calico Jack's dentures.
Your great-great,
oh, I don't even know how many greats,
grandfather.
You're aware that those teeth
were likely extracted from the mouths of... slaves?
Prescott men always had bad teeth
and complicated intentions.
Did Dad ever mention workers at Prescott Sugar getting sick?
I mean, seriously sick: kidney disease, heart problems.
That's all ancient history now.
Were our employees getting sick?
A few, yes.
That's why he sold the company...
so someone else could watch people die.
Alejandro told him he could fix the problem.
Slow... slow down, nice and easy.
You sure it's a good idea to follow an armed white cop
out to the middle of nowhere?
You know, this is how so many horror movies start.
If you're nervous, you can get out here.
I'll do the rest myself.
If you're going, so am I.
Can't believe I'm gonna die in Florida.
Slow down. Slow down.
Freeze!
You drop that in the bayou, I'll shoot you.
I swear I will.
What the fuck, Lorde?
What the hell are you doin'?
What is that?
Keep your hands up.
Otis, come out.
Are these oak trees?
I'm allergic.
Yes, those are damned oak trees,
and this is a condenser pipe.
What did you think it was?
You're the only one who knew about the machete.
So you thought I was tossing evidence?
Why the hell would I be tossing evidence?
What else would you be doing out here?
Really?
Oh.
It's a moonshine distillery.
Why does everyone out here drink so much moonshine?
There's plenty of professionally made alcohol available at the store.
It's time we had a talk.
So if I've got this right,
you figure whoever killed Cedar killed Vida Prescott,
and Alicia Perez might be involved,
and for some reason, I'm stealing evidence on her behalf.
Viewed in a certain light, the chain of events suggests that.
You're not dropping this, are you?
No.
No, I'm not,
because there's a lot of bad shit going on, and turns out, I'm a cop.
Yes, you are.
But I'm not working for the Perezes.
I'm investigating them.
Here.
You might as well know so, at the very least, you don't fuck it up.
Now, I believe the Perez boys are using the company trucks
to move drugs from the Panhandle to Tampa
and then up the eastern seaboard.
But if you didn't take the machete from my house,
who did?
Have you considered that baby daddy of yours might be involved
or that your kid might have seen the machete and told him?
I mean, any one of the Perezes could've broken in.
That half-assed lock of yours wouldn't keep out a cracked-out bumblebee,
let alone a Perez.
How would they have known that?
You tell me.
Listen, you've got a world of potential, Cammie,
and I don't wanna see you ruin that by getting ahead of yourself.
So you are officially off the case.
And any evidence will be transferred
into the custody of Okaloosa County.
Is that clear?
Mm-hmm.
Ah, it makes no sense.
Bell, he has evidence.
Sheriff Grant's been running surveillance for... for months,
not just at the sugar plant, at El Calvero, in Tampa.
Stop that.
It's creepy and distracting.
God, why do you have a collection of family dentures?
Well, excuse me for caring about my familial history.
Rhetorical, okay?
Rhetorical.
Ramon and Yasiel may have been trafficking...
drugs for years.
Did Vida know?
Not everything is about you and Vida.
All I know is that someone broke into my house and stole the murder weapon,
and right now, it's looking like that someone was a Perez.
Something is troubling you.
Tell me.
Please, I will stop fiddling with the dentures.
Fine.
Marcus... wants a sleepover.
- With you? - With Tyler.
Is that a problem?
Yes, that's a problem, because he...
he talked to Tyler about it instead of going through me.
Oh, so your problem is how he went about doing it,
not that he wants to spend time with his child.
Oh, you're missing the point.
I think I'm clarifying the point.
What if Tyler told him about the machete, you know?
Have you considered that it may not be bad
for a boy to have a relationship with his father?
He disappeared on Tyler. What if he disappears on him again?
Well, clearly he wants to change that.
Why are you taking his side?
I miss my father.
I know I'm a disaster now, but the person I was before,
that man was molded by him,
and it would have been a terrible loss not to have had that.
Well, I didn't have a relationship with mine, and I turned out fine.
Yes, you're fine,
and regardless of what happens, Tyler will be fine.
Yeah, okay, that's a flippant thing to say.
Because he has you.
You were right.
I made some calls.
Do you remember the Stevens?
Betty and Mack, they moved to the Carolina Highlands.
Mack died of kidney disease,
and Nancy Jo Beckerman and her son are sick too.
Their medical bills are being paid by El Calvero.
Hush money.
What is happening?
They're poisoning people.
Can you explain to me why I'm feeling empathy for the man who cuckolded me?
I... don't wanna unpack that.
This was my family business before the Perezes came into our lives.
You didn't do this.
- You didn't poison anyone. - I shut Vida out.
I pushed her into Cedar's arms and straight into that freight train of a family.
They will run over anyone who gets between them and money.
Maybe that's what killed her.
Maybe she found out.
Hey, any, uh, wild plans for tonight?
Me and some of my QAnon gals are gonna play Settlers of Catan.
- Mm. - You wanna come?
Uh, no.
Thank you.
I'm treating Tyler to some pizza from Hungry Howie's.
Oh, "gour-met."
Lorde!
Mr. Mayor, sir.
What the holy heck has gotten into you?
Is it your... moon time?
Are you an actual person?
Oh, I am out of patience.
You turn on the news this afternoon?
The Grundwald brothers tried drag racing their airboats right past your speed trap.
- Mm, shit. - One of them flipped.
The interstate was backed up for hours.
Can I just move on to begging for forgiveness?
You can move on to handing me your badge and get the heck out of here.
What?
No, no, I... I need this job.
Consider yourself terminated.
You need a court order for that.
This boat is evidence. It's going to county impound.
Max, please.
This is the last gift from my wife.
I am sorry about your loss, but that was five years ago.
It's time to move on.
The boat is relevant in an active murder investigation.
After everything my father did for you,
you can't do one decent thing for this family?
Pardon me?
You'd still be gutting fish and fleecing tourists
if he hadn't given you that job.
He was the only one who believed in you.
Have you forgotten what happened in there about six years ago?
'Cause I consider my debt to Indigo Prescott paid in full.
So don't ask me to overextend my charity.
Ooh, baby, I'm sorry. Is my music too loud?
I know you're upstairs trying to get Tyler to...
- I need you. - Come on, sit down. What's up?
I got fired.
Oh.
I had to stick a thermometer up a dead guy's ass.
Uh...
I'm losing my son, and someone broke into my house.
Oh, my God.
- Are you okay? - No.
No, but there are things that I...
I don't want anyone to find.
With the way this is going, I just...
I need you to hold on to something for me.
What kind of something?
Things I should probably let go of, but I'm not sure I'm ready.
Let Bitty take care of that.
Hmm.
Trust me.
I know exactly what to do with this.
Ain't nobody getting past Bitty's sassafras tea...
On account of Bitty's Smith & Wesson.
I got you, girl.
Girl, I got you.
Why didn't you tell me what your father was doing?
Because you would have gotten in the way.
We could've fixed it together, Vida.
You might still be alive if you hadn't kept so many secrets.
You're the one who started keeping secrets.
Why didn't you tell anyone the truth about your father?
The sugar plant.
Burn it down.
Burn it all down.