Who did kill Wallace?
Wyatt. Wallace's brother.
They ran guns.
Who the fuck are you?
The other day,
- what you saw... - I didn't see any...
What you saw, you didn't see.
I want my fish back.
It needs very specific food.
There's an exotic pet store down on 26th and Cherry.
Ask for Pete.
Beth, I gave the story to Tessa.
You're not getting this fucking story.
I just want to get back with my baby girl,
and Tessa is my best chance.
You can't go with Tessa.
She's gonna use you.
Laila?
Yo, where is she?
I can get you back to Laila.
I just... I need your story.
How much time so far?
Uh, 16 minutes.
But that assumes she got every green light.
So we're supposed to believe that Toni drove
from TJ's Sound & Video to her home in Lakewood,
and murdered her husband, all in 16 minutes?
I did the drive three times. It holds up.
Okay, fine. Fine. But what about the rest of it?
Toni disappears from the security footage
for exactly 37 minutes.
The prosecution based their entire case on it.
So she's already eaten up 16.
She has 21 left to do everything else?
It's not possible.
Actually...
she could have dragged
Wallace's body out of the house,
stuffed him in the trunk,
driven across town,
dropped him in the buffalo preserve
and returned to work,
all in 19 minutes,
give or take a few seconds, all three times I did it.
Which means that she...
Totally could've done it.
Sorry.
Okay, but the facts don't add up.
There's a-there's a six-foot fence
around the buffalo preserve.
She can't toss a 190-pound corpse over it.
She's not Thor.
And another weird thing? Forensics found nothing.
So when did she have time to clean up the crime scene?
Her trunk?
Every last, nasty bit of brain matter?
The answer is she didn't.
Because she didn't do it.
Okay, well, then where did she go for those 37 minutes?
Well, according to her sworn affidavit she took a break,
walked to a 7-Eleven and...
...drank a Slurpee.
Or maybe she popped out for a quick murder.
Ooh.
Fun at work alert.
- I want in. - Okay,
did anyone see her at the 7-Eleven?
I mean, they could be our key witness.
No, the cashier couldn't remember anything.
And the-the store's security cameras were broken.
There is no case here.
- Okay, shut up, Pierre. - Beth, you said
this was a clear-cut case of injustice,
prejudice and misogyny.
We can't poke holes in the prosecution's time line,
but we can prove we have another much better suspect.
And who's that?
It's, uh...
Wyatt Plimpton.
The violent, gunrunning, drug-addicted brother.
He's a total creep.
Okay, but a brother needs a really good motive
to kill a brother.
And a wife doesn't?
But-but Wallace was abusive.
Eh, eh, Toni had the ultimate motive.
- I mean, did he have an alibi? - Uh, yeah.
According to his police statement,
Wyatt was at Good Clean Sun Tanning Salon for two hours,
which the owner, a Gia Konstantine,
vouched for him, but who tans for two hours?
So, no motive and an alibi that held up in court.
It's really thin, Beth.
But it's probably a bullshit alibi.
Come on. I know you guys are giving up on Toni, I'm not.
We just need to tease fact from fiction...
Just tease it out by end of next week.
Next week?
This could take months of fieldwork,
dozens of interviews. I have so many...
- Beth. - What?
It's the news. Don't overthink it.
Hey, Beth.
I get your good side?
I'm gonna cut you.
Hello, Goldilocks.
What are you looking for today?
Oh, gosh, this is embarrassing,
but I'm a total newcomer to the world of tanning.
Ah, a virgin.
We'll need to start you off with a solid base.
Oh, okay, that sounds great.
Um, sorry, you are?
Gia. I own this place.
Well, listen, uh, Gia, how long is the average tan?
About six minutes, give or take.
And what if I wanted to tan for two hours?
Fine with me.
Just remember it ain't a Porta Potti.
Okay, listen, nobody tans for two hours.
People do what they want.
But two hours would kill me.
People kill themselves all the time.
Okay, so you-you admit it, it is deadly.
So there's no way that Wyatt Plimpton
was here tanning for two hours
that night four years ago.
Time for you to go.
Oh, you're trying to get rid of me?
I'd say that's tantamount to a confession.
You are wasting my time.
Get the hell out of here!
I'm warning you, okay?
You don't want to be caught abetting a murderer.
- Okay? - Wh...?
What does Wyatt have on you, anyway?
Wh-What's in this place? Guns?
- Is it? I bet it's guns. - How dare you?
How dare you come into my business
and accuse me of lying.
- I never called you a liar. - Yes, you did!
- You just did. - Not technically.
- No... - Now, look, sweetheart.
You think I lied to the cops
and put my whole business and my reputation on the line
for some white trash lowlife, Wyatt Plimpton?
That's what you think? Well...
- What are you doing? - Well, go ahead...
- Are you okay? - ...and call me a liar again.
I triple-dog dare you.
So Wyatt really tanned...?
- Go! Get out! - Ah!
You should be ashamed of yourself.
Well, I'm keeping this.
Damn it.
Hey.
Hi, Tessa.
Oh, hey.
- How are you? - Good.
You look cute with your hair parted to the left.
Thank you.
Beth!
We meet again.
Look at you. Getting any sleep?
Okay. You have to give it up now, Tessa.
It's not your story anymore.
- I'm not here for Toni. - Okay.
How's she doing anyway? Are you getting anywhere?
- Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, I am. - Oh.
- Yeah. - Mm-hmm.
Um, it's, slowly, but it's, uh,
- it's very, very interesting. - Mm.
- And really, really complex. - Mm-hmm.
Oh, my God, it's a heaping pile of horseshit, isn't it?
- I knew it. - You did not know it. Shut up.
- She's nuts, isn't she? - She's not nuts.
Uh-huh. God bless you, you fucking bitch.
You know, if you hadn't been such a rat snake,
I would've never stumbled on Matilda Yunker.
Who? You know what, don't tell me. I don't want to know.
Nanny.
She killed five kids
and then fed them to a donkey.
This story's so good, it's going to blow up the Internet.
It is so unbelievably good
that I'm not even pissed off at you for breaking my award.
That was a low move, by the way,
even for you.
Burgess.
- Have fun with your donkey story. - You're jealous.
Fuck you.
Fuck you, too.
Ah. "I am born and then grow without bound.
I feed on the darkness inside of hearts."
Oh, well, hello to you, too.
It's Naruto: Shippuden.
It's like the sickest anime of the 21st century.
It's about this little boy
who carries the spirit of a nine-tailed fox.
I've really been vibing with that little ninja.
So how's it been going?
Yeah, uh, pretty good. Uh, pretty good.
Yeah, but...
But, um,
- I've hit a little snag. - What?
No, did they move Laila somewhere? You can't find her?
No, no, no, no.
Uh, no, it's-it's Wyatt's alibi.
And it holds up.
So, the-the tanning salon,
and Gia, the owner, who is crazy and threw a shoe at me,
but, uh, yeah, it holds up, so...
There's no fucking way. That place?
I swear, it's like a meth lab or something.
- Yeah, no, I-I don't think so. - Eh, you're right.
It's probably some sick shit, like human organ trafficking.
That shit is crazy.
I saw a documentary of it once on YouTube...
Hey, hey, hey, I need you to focus.
- Okay? Okay. - Oh, okay, okay, okay.
It's a minor setback.
Um... so what's our next move?
Right, well, I-I-I wanted to ask, just-just to ask,
just to, uh, to cover all our bases.
Yeah.
Um, those 37 minutes with the-the Slurpee...
...is there anything at all that you-you...
What are you trying to say?
Well, just maybe there's something you don't remember.
How am I supposed to remember what I don't remember?
Look, I'm just stuck. I don't know where to go.
You're stuck? I'm in prison.
Yeah, I'm s... I just, I need...
I need something more to work with.
You-you get to one dead end
and then suddenly I'm a murderer?
No, that's not what I'm saying at all.
- I'm here for you. - And Laila.
Yeah, and Laila. Yeah, of course.
- Hi. - Oh, my God.
- Where have you been? - I have been waiting.
I have so much to tell you.
It's Tuna.
- What? - Tuna.
It's, uh, some guy's name.
Who? Wh-Whose name?
No, I-I dunno.
It's some guy Wally and Wyatt would talk about.
I think they ran gear for him.
And-and gear is guns?
Shh! I don't know.
See, Wally was tight-lipped about that.
He said the less I knew the better.
What, all you know is Tuna?
Okay, I just, I feel like most people would think to say,
"Huh. Tuna... that's a weird name. Who is he?"
Well, I didn't, okay?
- Okay. - Yeah.
Oh, my God. That is really good stuff.
The donkey was in the front yard,
so I just took them and I smashed them up
- and I cut them into pieces. - Good, good, good...
Okay, cool.
Well, uh, I guess I'll-I'll just...
- I'll go find Tuna then. - Yeah, why don't you go do that.
Hey there.
You all right?
Well, it depends.
Do you know anybody named Tuna?
Aw. It's so tough loving someone on the inside.
I mean, I go through the same roller coaster with my gal.
Oh, no, no, it's not...
- We're not romantically involved. - Oh, I don't judge.
We're all in the same boat. Right?
- Patty, you're up. - That's me.
Hey... don't give up on her.
Really. She needs you.
And you might be all she's got.
Blondie? With chips.
Actually, um, yeah.
Thanks.
- Hey. - Hey. Thanks.
- Mm. - What are you doing?
Um, two seconds. I'm trying to figure out...
Oh...
"Tuna Denver." Oh, I like tuna casserole.
- Baby... Shut up. - Are you gonna start cooking?
No.
What? I was working.
Well, I am... freshly showered.
And I have one hour till I have to go to work.
Guess what I'm thinking.
Yeah.
Okay, wait.
Okay.
- Guess what. - What?
I looked into a vasectomy reversal today.
What?
Is this your idea of foreplay?
You want to know what I found?
Let me guess.
A vasectomy reversal is super easy,
- with no damage to your fertility. - Exactly.
Because only women bear the true burden of procreation.
- W... - Got it. Nailed it.
Actually, I found out that my insurance
only covers it till the end of the month,
but... it's outpatient.
So, you know, I'd be in and out,
like a root canal.
You really want this, don't you?
It never crosses your mind?
You never, ever,
ever think about us
having a baby?
Look, we chose not to.
It's a perfectly good choice.
We don't need to feel bad that we made it.
I've been happy.
- I've been happy, too. - Okay, good.
It's just...
Is this about your mom?
No. Please.
Because I...
I think that you would make a fantastic mother.
Marco.
I... I just don't want us to be afraid, that's all.
Well, I'm not afraid. Okay?
Oh, shit.
What?
I can barely keep a fish alive.
What chance does a baby have?
Oh, come on. W-Where you going?
To get fish food.
Can we just stop getting fish?
Right up here you've got your surface feeders,
your hatchetfish and gouramis.
And second level we've got your barbs and your tetras;
the mid-level swimmers.
And the bottom you got your plecos and your catfish.
So, uh, what kind of beauty have you got?
Oh, well, my fish is a... it's a...
It's a red one.
Oh, well, it could be a ruby red, a red tetra.
- A rummy nose, cherry barb... - Yeah, it's around this big.
Oh, shit, lady, are you telling me
you got an Asian arowana?
I-I might have.
Yo, Petey, where you at, playboy?
- Hello? - Stay right there.
Boys. Went through the last batch already?
You know my girl Lucy's a straight beast.
Well, you're in luck.
- Seriously? Shit. - The sheriffs brought in some fresh
roadkill this afternoon. BRB.
Why don't we catch a movie tonight instead?
A movie? Man, fuck that noise.
I want to get an early night. I got a big drop tomorrow,
all the way out at Tuna's ranch.
That shit's your problem, dude, you know what I'm saying?
I'm trying to go to Donna and get a deluxe wax job tonight.
- On my dick. - They don't do fucking strips
- small enough for you, man. - Oh, shit.
Be right back with you in a minute, miss.
Miss? There's a pretty blond
in the next aisle looking for fish food.
Oh. Oh, shit.
Here you go, boys. Four fresh legs.
Hooves come at no extra charge.
Oh, man, Lucy's about to lose her goddamn mind on this one.
So, it's, like... It's like four legs, so...
But it still costs the same as one animal, right?
Same.
You gotta invite me over, come see that dragon of yours.
Oh, definitely, dude. It's on like Donkey Kong.
Nice.
What about Friday?
I got... I'm doing, like...
I gotta go... I gotta go to the grocery and shit on Friday,
so it's not like... It's kinda like
I got a bunch of stuff, so...
Oh, you need a-a dragon sitter?
Yo, Tugboat!
- I have to check my calendar. - Or S-Saturday...
Saturday I got all kinds of stuff going on.
Me, too. Me, too. Definitely.
Tugboat!
After 5:00 on weekdays or...?
I'm going out of town. I got all this shit
on Craigslist I got to pick up.
Well, you know, if you do need a sitter,
I'm fully certified, I took the course.
I mean, I'm solid. I'll just leave a leg
for the little... Yo, let's go, Spanky.
Come on, Spanky and the Brain, let's move.
Yo, dude, be careful with that shit.
I don't want blood all over my jacket.
Come on, man, I'm not trying to walk around
like a fucking maxi pad with sleeves.
I wouldn't worry about this
cutting into your beauty rest too much.
What does it matter how much beauty rest you get?
You're so butt-ugly anyway.
Fucking homeless cowboy.
Christ, dude, that shit was, like, insane.
Like... I don't got a fucking drop left in the tank.
You know what I'm saying, my fucking nuts look like raisins now, dude.
Donna cleaned my shit, you know what I'm saying?
Yeah.
Hi, can I help you?
Hi.
Uh, yeah. I-I'd like to see Donna.
Oh, Donna.
Um... do you have an appointment?
No.
I-I'm sorry,
we don't do, uh, walk-ins after 6:00 p.m., so...
Oh, well, I'm a, I'm a friend of Wyatt's.
- Um, he-he recommended that I come. - Wyatt?
Yeah. Wyatt Plimpton.
I just saw him out front. Such a funny guy.
- I love that guy. We go, we go way back. - Uh-huh.
He'd just be really devastated if he found out
I couldn't get an appointment with Donna, you know.
Yeah. Um, sure. Yeah.
- Yeah? - Yeah. Come on in.
Okay, great.
- Yeah. - Thank you, though.
Whole bunch, yeah.
Oh, thank you.
Thanks. Oh, wow.
It's so much bigger than I thought it was gonna be.
Uh, thank you so much for fitting me in.
I, I know you're super busy.
You... oh, my God!
Oh, my God. Are you okay?
Yeah. No, I'm just, uh, sorry.
Who are you?
I'm Donna, silly.
Of course.
- Your shirt is off. - Mm-hmm.
That's kind of what we're all about here.
Oh, right. Of course. Yeah.
No, you just caught me off guard.
That's okay. Why don't we just take this
stuffy little turtleneck
- off of you? No? - Oh, no, no, no. I'm okay.
No, no, no. No.
I'm okay.
So what are you doing here, then?
I'm-I'm just looking for something relaxing
and, um, and gentle and...
- non-invasive. - Okay. Don't worry, baby.
Just... Okay, sit down. Sit down.
Here? Okay.
I know just the thing.
- Oh. Okay. All right. - Yeah? All right.
- Awesome. - Take these off.
That's coming off? Thank you so much.
Okay. Yay.
- Yeah. - Pulling off my sock?
Okay.
- Yes? - Okay, relax.
Close your eyes.
Oh, God! Oh, my God, that-that's, that's really nice.
That's quite far into your mouth, isn't it?
Ah...
Uh, so, Donna, Wyatt comes here a lot, huh?
- Oh, yeah. - Yeah?
And...
yeah, so you must, you must know him pretty well now.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Um...
Did you shower today?
I mean, early this morning.
Okay, yeah. Um, why don't...
why don't we just move up here, you know?
Uh... you know, actually,
could-could-could you do this foot?
Yeah.
That's my favorite.
So tell me, did you ever meet
Wyatt's brother Wallace at all?
Did you?
I mean, no, not-not really.
I only heard really good things.
I-I just wish I'd had the chance
to, you know, get to know him better.
Mm-hmm, yeah.
Yeah.
- Are you okay? - I'm fine.
Just, um, lay back, yeah.
Tonight's all about you, so...
Mmm, mmm.
I mean, I did see a photo of him at Wyatt's place.
God, he was, he was... he was really hot.
Yeah.
Oh, hey, hey. Shh.
Are you okay?
Oh... Oh, Donna. Shh.
It's okay. It's okay.
I loved him.
Wait. Who? Wallace?
Yeah, and he loved me.
He told me so all the time.
He said he was gonna leave his wife.
Oh, God, no. I'm sorry.
You know, it wasn't just about sex with Wally.
You know, we talked a lot.
Once for a whole hour.
Have you ever done that? Talked for an hour?
Not through texts or snaps or anything.
Yeah, you guys must have had a really special connection, huh?
- We did. - Yeah.
You know, the last time I saw him,
he asked me to do backing vocals
on his EP, because he wanted the world to hear me sing.
And then bam! She killed him.
And there's been no one to talk to about it.
I mean, what am I gonna say to my boyfriend?
"Hey, do you remember that client of mine
"that I used to fuck all the time?
Well, I loved him, and now he's dead."
No, no, of course you can't say that.
But you can talk to me.
No texts or snaps or... J-Just the real thing.
What about, what about Wyatt? C-Can you talk to him?
Um...
he doesn't like it when I talk about Wally.
Oh, he's jealous.
Yeah.
Hey, Donna,
how long can Wyatt go for?
Like, t-two hours?
Two hours?
Oh, you're so sweet, trying to cheer me up.
Oh, two hours? Oh, thank you.
No, no, no, no. Thank you. Thank you.
You want me to lick your nipples?
Uh, no, no.
But next time for sure.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- Okay. - Okay.
Hey, hon, it's me.
I'm still at work, but I've been thinking
about our conversation,
and I know if we do this, try for a baby,
it won't be easy.
But tonight a great snowy owl
flew over my head
and stopped on a spruce branch.
And then that owl and I stared at each other
- for ten minutes. -Great.
And I remembered this story.
See, there's this couple I know,
and all they wanted was a family.
But every doctor they saw told them it was impossible.
And so they adopted a beautiful baby girl,
and life was sweet and happy.
And then, two years later,
once they'd stopped trying, once they'd stop believing,
they got pregnant with a miracle baby.
- And that miracle baby... -And that miracle baby...
- was me. -was me.
All that to say I, I-I just don't think we should give up.
Oh, come on.
God is out there, and when she closes a door,
she opens a window.
Oh, God!
Oh, shit.
Miracles can happen.
Man, thinking about making a baby with you
is giving me a raging hardon.
So you put on those sexy boots I like, you hot pagan slut.
- Daddy'll be home soon...
Fucking hell.