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Gotcha!

Got it!

The rabbit prince.

Thank you.

I love the smell of sugarcane
in the morning.

Yeah controlled burn,
my ass.

Hey, make sure that red stuff
doesn't touch my dead stuff.

Yes, ma'am.

Yep. He's dead.

You Declan?
You found the body?

Cryin' shame.

Oh, you know who that is?
Talking about the burn.

Letting a good fire
go to waste.

Yeah, why do they do that,
anyway?

You're not
from around here?

Uh, Chi-town.

Windy City?

Chicago?

Before they can harvest
the sugarcane,

you got to clear up
this here.

Fire brings out
the rabbits.

Rabbits bring out
the muck boys.

You caught all these rabbits?
You must be fast.

Got to be.

Coach Ward say you got to catch 50,
you want to play in the Mud Bowl.

Oh man don't tell me you aint
never heard of no Mud Bowl.

Only the biggest football game
all year!

What, bigger than
the Super Bowl?

Around these parts,
yeah.

Palm Grove King Snakes gonna put
the smack-down on the Panthers.

Let me guess. You're going
for the King Snake

DeAndre Matthews --
that's my boy.

Palm Grove wide receiver.

Say he got a shot in the NFL
someday -- just like me.

Oh, yeah? How many rabbits
you got in there?

Seven. Would have been more,
too, hadn't found that dumb old body.

You want to buy one?

What, a rabbit?

Yeah.

Sure you don't know
who that body is?

No, sir, but I'll give you
this cottontail just for $2.

Make good pets.

If you don't want no pet,
just cook it.

Tastes good, too.

All right.

Well...

Here.

Keep the change.

Some say
I don't play well with others.

I was a damn good Detective
in Chicago

until a disagreement
with my boss

encouraged me to pack it up
and make a change.

So I put the Windy City
in my rearview

and headed
to the Sunshine State

to kick back, play some golf,
work on my tan,

maybe write the occasional
speeding ticket.

Yeah, well...

That didn't work out.

The Glades 1x04
Mucked Up
Original Air Date on August 1, 2010

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I didn't realize
this was a kosher crime scene.

Otherwise, I would have
brought my tchotchkes.

What?

Daniel!

"Happy Bat Mitzvah,
Esther"?

Don't start. I hauled ass all
the way from North Dade County.

Marisol said
she's having crème brulée.

Esther?

Ben Feldman's daughter.

It's an important
rite of passage.

Feels like
blunt-force trauma.

There's also a distinctive
ligature mark around his neck.

Made by...?

A ligature,
something distinctive.

Daniel.

I'm on it.

His suit's almost
as nice as yours.

He was dragged.

Postmortem abrasions
on his back and torso.

Killed elsewhere,
dumped here?

One of the muckety mucks
from Okeechobee Sugar

is on their way.

Oh, so that's why FDLE
is investigating and not Pahokee P.D.

They don't call it "big sugar"
for nothing.

Slightly tanned and an indentation around
the right middle finger.

He's missing a ring.

Yeah, but he's got
everything else. Daniel!

Cellphone, car-rental keys,
motel-room keys, wallet.

His name's Curtis Taylor,
age 38, from Dallas, Texas.

Business card says he's
a real-estate developer.

So, someone buries
Curtis here,

hoping no one else
will find him.

No, but the killer
underestimated the muck.

What is it about this muck?
Muck boys, muck city, muck muck.

No, it's the soil.

It's so rich and fertile,
anything will grow in it.

But nothing stays buried in it
for long.

So we're looking for someone
who wouldn't know that.

Mm-hmm.
So, an outsider?

Yeah, and there's been plenty
of them around lately.

The family that owns O.K. Sugar
is looking for a buyer.

They've owned this land
for generations,

and now it seems
that they want to sell.

Heard it's worth
about $1.3 billion.

Ooh.

Competition must be stiff.

I can't take him anywhere.

Uh, wait.
Wait a second.

They're here.

You want to meet
big sugar?

Shannon Simpson,
V.P. of P.R. for O.K. Sugar.

This is a terrible tragedy,

and the company's prayers
are with the victim's family.

You know
who Curtis Taylor is?

No. I checked.
He's not a potential buyer.

But since the body
was dumped on company land,

we'd like to do whatever we can
to help you with your investigation.

All we ask for
is your discretion.

"Diligence," "thoroughness,"
I get.

Not sure what you mean
by "discretion."

Every outlet from ESPN
to Joe Sports Blogger

is in town for the game.

Half of them would run over
their own grandmothers

to get a story about a dead body
in the cane field.

And you're worried
it might affect the sale.

My job is to protect
the company's interests.

So is mine.

Unless your company is
interested in hiding a murder.

No, we're not
hiding anything.

In fact,
we're giving you everything.

This is a list of employees

with reprimands and complaints
on their file.

Big sugar, Big Brother.

Locker theft,
vending-machine abuse -- wow.

I realize it's all
pretty small-time stuff.

Except for Ron Anderson.

Ron, yeah.

Uh, vandalized the cars
of three executives,

threatened to take a baseball
bat to the C.E.O.'s head

if he sold the company,

and about two weeks ago,

he got into a screaming match
with a junior exec.

Turned into a bar brawl.

And you didn't fire him?

He's pretending
to be an activist.

We...Don't want to
make him a martyr.

Where does
this boy scout work?

In the Fields.
He's an ignition specialist.

Is that political-correctness
corporate-ESE

for "he starts fires"?

He was supposed to
start a fire

in the field
where the body was found.

Wind shifted.

Division of Forestry
pulled the permit.

Lucky for Ron.

Otherwise, his fire would've
destroyed our evidence.

You want to talk to him?

Yeah, I dumped some trash
on an executive's Mercedes.

So what? Everybody in Pahokee
hates big sugar.

Can't live with them,
can't live without them, huh?

Like a bad marriage.

Name "Curtis Taylor" ring a bell?
No.

What about this guy?

Unh-unh.

"Unh-unh"?
Take another look.

I don't know him.

I didn't say
you knew him.

But you have seen him before,
haven't you, Ron?

Last week, he was
hanging around the field,

the football field.

High School?
Yeah, he was watching us
practice every night.

"Us"?
Yeah, "us."

I'm the King Snakes' assistant
to the coaching assistant.

Impressive.

Damn straight.

We won the Mud Bowl
the last two years,

and come Friday,
it's gonna be three, baby.

Never heard of the assistant
to the coach's assistant.

It's a volunteer position.

Look, I could stand here and
talk football with you all day,

but I got to set this fire
'fore these winds shift again.

Damn it, Ray.

Uh...

Overdue orange, repo red,
poorhouse purple.

Oh, my God, girl,
don't you wish

there were a pot of gold
at the end of this rainbow?

Are you trying
to cheer me up?

Oh, Callie, you're not
the first person

to get a little behind
on your bills.

I'm more
than a little behind.

Well, have you talked to Ray
about this?

Because --

I don't know.
Maybe he could do something.

How?
I don't know, but --

hey, honey.

Did you eat yet?

I'm not hungry.

In about four days,

someone's having a birthday,
I think.

Pretty big one, too.
Yeah, whatever.

Uh, Ray promised to take him
shooting when he turned 13.

Well, hell.
I can do that.

Used to take your daddy
all the time.

Yeah. Sure.

Thanks...Grandma.

Hey.

Listen, buddy, I'm a good shot.
It's gonna be fun.

Yeah.

It...Will be.

Thank you, Jody,
but I can take him shooting.

No way.

There's as many different types
of rope

as there are material.

Rope is one of man's
earliest inventions.

Well, let's hope you
don't have to go back that far

to find a match.

Daughters are a mitzvah,

and I should know --
I have three of my own.

Did Esther like her gifts?

Great.
Great, great.

Mazel tov, Ben.
Bye-bye.

Since when
do you speak Hebrew?

It's called having respect
for other people's traditions.

You should try it.

You ever heard of an assistant
to the coaching assistant?

Come again?

Sounds like an intern.

Turns out Curtis was hanging out
around football practice.

Curtis might have been a
football player back in the day,

but he's had two
arthroscopic meniscectomies

and an A.C.L. reconstruction,

both common injuries
for a defensive lineman.

Hard to believe a guy like that
wouldn't go down without a fight.

He's got defensive wounds
but not many.

And I found sodium hydroxide
on his hands

and in his abrasions
on his torso.

It's lye.

Why would the killer
put lye on the body?

Lye is an accelerant.

Have you identified what made
those ligature marks yet?

An accelerant like lye would have
helped the fire destroy the body.

That's not how he died.

Thought you said
there was blunt-force trauma?

There was, but that's
not what killed him.

You'll never guess.

He drowned.

Or maybe you will.
How did you --

the question is now,

what kind of water did he
drown in -- fresh or salty?

Try soapy.

Now, that I would
never have guessed.

Hut!

You know who that is?

Everybody knows
who that is.

That's Bobby Bowden.

I'm gonna introduce myself.

You think Bobby Bowden
wants to meet you?

I doubt it,
but I want to meet him.

But...

And, by gosh, we've had a lot of
great players at Florida state

from Belle Mar and also from Palm Grove.
Right.

There's as much speed out here
as anywhere in the country.

Excuse me. Hi.
Hey. How you doing?

I'm Jim Longworth.
Jim, how you doing, boy?

Look, I'm not from around here,
but I'm a huge fan.

Well, that's good.
It's good to see you.

If you'll excuse me,
I've got to go.

Yeah, anyway, I was just
wondering, could you, uh...

Maybe just, you know...
Say it for me once?

Say what?

You know.

"Dadgumit."

No. Dadgumit.

You finished processing
Curtis' motel room?

Define "finished."

There's too many fingerprints
to count

and enough bodily fluids to
shut down the CDC, but no blood.

And no missing ring.

I'll send someone to
the cane fields to look for it.

And, by "someone,"
I do mean Daniel.

What about the bathtub?

Too small
for a 260-pound man.

Someone could have
held his head underwater,

but housekeeping said
the stopper in the bath

had been broken
for months.

Daniel, I'm gonna need you
to pull the records

on Curtis'...Motel phone,
home phone, cellphone.

Saxophone, Dictaphone,
xylophone.

What?

I'm sorry, Dr. Sanchez.
Were you talking to me?

You're not gonna find the killer
looking over there, Daniel.

Hmm?

These players are amazing.

Muck City has sent
48 players to the NFL --

more than anywhere else
in the country.

Anquan Boldin, Santonio Holmes,
Edgerrin James.

DeAndre Matthews.

Find that film crew.

See if there's any "B" roll
on the victim from last week.

Listen to me.

I am listening.

Why didn't you tell me?
I didn't know.

Trust me.
Don't worry. Okay?

Hey, coach.

Looked like you were getting
an earful back there.

What was that about?

Ever since that damn
"Blind Side,"

all the players' mothers
think they're Leigh Anne Tuohy.

Gonna tell me
how to play the game.

Yeah?
Whose mother was that?

DeAndre Matthews' mom,
Rita.

Well, I'm not gonna tell you
how to do anything.

I just want to
ask you something.

Okay.

What channel you with?

Oh, FDLE.

You know this guy?

Yeah.
Saw him on the news.

It's the guy they found
in the sugarcane field.

Last week, was he hanging
around practice?

Man, when I'm coaching,
my head's in the game.

I don't have time
to be messing around,

looking at who's
in the stands.

This isn't just a game.
It's a religion.

There's Curtis,
in the background.

Sitting with
DeAndre Matthews.

What's a murdered real-estate
developer from Texas

want with a Palm Grove
football phenom?

Play that bit again.

Maybe Curtis is a booster,
recruiting for a college team.

What do you think?
Shh!

What, "shh"?
You can't hear them.

I'm listening
to their body language.

They're both extremely...
Tense.

They both have
something to hide.

I want a copy
of this footage.

Hey, Chicago.
Hey.

How's the cottontail?
Delicious.

Figure out who killed
that man yet?

I'm working on it.
Got any tips?

Yeah. Try this.

It's for good luck.

Thanks.

Afternoon, ladies.

Oh, afternoon!
Afternoon. Afternoon.

Can you tell me where
Rita Matthews is?

You found her.
That's where she stays.

What do you want
with her?

I wanted to ask her
some questions

about her son, DeAndre,
mainly.

That young man is quick-fast.

Got the best hands
of anyone here in Pahokee.

Was voted Mr. Football
three years in a row

ever since he been here.

How many rabbits
does that translate into?

Rabbits.

Them recruiters always want to know
about them rabbits, don't they?

How many recruiters
DeAndre been talking to?

Oh, Florida State,
Oklahoma, Austin.

Austin, huh?

Vivian, don't be telling
all of DeAndre's business.

You from Big Ten country?

I like Michigan for DeAndre.

He'd be better off
at Ohio state.

Oh, no.
No, no, no, Vivian.

DeAndre needs to
go off somewhere

where the offense
is fast-passing

and heavy-passing
and high-scoring.

Yeah.
Only way he gonna get
them stats for the NFL.

Everything that you
want to know about DeAndre,

you'll find out on Friday at the big game.
Mm-hmm.

Oh, yeah, 'cause coach Ward
is gonna take them King Snakes

straight to the promised land.

Sometimes you need to take
matters into your own hands.

That's why I've been
praying on it.

She been making everybody
in the salon pray on it, too.

Uh, dear lord,
don't make those nasty...

Mm-hmm.
...No-good...

Mm-hmm.

...Do-nothing Panthers win.

Amen.

Amen!

Amen.
What salon is that?

Mine --
Minnie's House of Beauty,

right there on Lake Avenue.

What can you tell me
about Rita and Coach Ward?

Who told you about them?

Vivian.
Nothing to tell.

What school you say you from?
He didn't.

Oh, I'm investigating
a murder.

You know, the guy
in the sugarcane Fields?

Hand me that bowl.

That was awesome!
I want to try.

All right, now,
remember what I told you?

Yeah,
goggles and glasses.

Okay, barrel always down
and away.

This is the safety.
Safety always remains on.

Finger remains
outside the trigger guard

till you're ready to shoot,
all right?

All right.
Have a feel.

Whoa.

It's heavy.

Have you ever
shot anyone before?

I try not to.

I've been shot.
Where?

Chicago.

Oh, you mean where where.

Yeah.
Oh.

On my ass.
Your mom's seen it.

At the hospital,
when she was treating me.

Yeah.

So...

The guy who shot you --
was he a bad guy?

Not so much a bad guy.

He's a guy having
a really bad day.

All right, ears on.

All right, knees bent,
shoulders back, eyes open.

Now slowly squeeze the trigger.

Whoa.

So to speak.

I hit it!

Yeah. You did.

Beginner's luck. Ears back on.
Let's go again.

Tell me something, Dr. Sanchez.
Do you think I'm stupid?

What makes you think
the FDLE

should pay for your wife's
transportation home

from an Esther Feldman's
Bat Mitzvah?

I was called to a crime scene,
and I couldn't drive her home.

I hired a car.

You hired a limo.
Town Car wouldn't do?

You don't know my wife.

Really?
Yeah.

Fox Sports sent that footage over.

Was Curtis missing
a wedding ring?

No. A half-inch band,
size 12.

Sent Daniel into the Fields
to look for it. Why?

Curtis was married.

Called a ranger buddy of mine
in Texas

to facilitate a death
notification for his wife.

He can't locate her.

But he promised to send us
copies of anything he digs up

on Curtis
and his missing wife.

Well, hope he gets
more than I can.

I'm shut out.
Oh, I'm not surprised.

Muck city doesn't take kindly
to strangers.

Oh, maybe I'll do a little
muckraking on Coach Ward.

Careful --
daring's what I'm thinking of.

A bold move is the only way to move
forward in this investigation.

The game is a big deal.

So is murder.
So is making it out.

The people of Pahokee

have managed to make
a way out of no way,

and they're proud of it,
and they should be.

And we aren't going to do
anything to ruin it for them.

I'm not saying,
"don't investigate."

I'm just saying,
"don't cause a disruption."

Off the break.
Off the break,

get down there!

Sorry.
Just doing my job.

Sorry, kid.

What?

Come on, now.
Come on.

Hold up. What's going on?
Hold up!

Hey, what's going on?!

Get these off of me.
I didn't do nothing!

Thank you.

Sorry about the drama.
Wanted to talk to you.

Couldn't do it
on the 50-yard line.

When'd you last see
your father, DeAndre?

It's just me and my moms.
I don't have a father.

Everybody's got a father.

Seems like
every time I look in the mirror,

I notice one more thing
that reminds me of my dad.

Way he stands, way he frowns
even when he's smiling.

It's really starting
to piss me off.

Apple doesn't fall far.

That man is not my father.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Three years ago,
a woman named Rita Taylor,

she filed this --
protection from abuse --

against her husband,
Curtis.

Two weeks later, she, uh, showed up
in Pahokee with her son.

Only this time, they were using
her maiden name -- Matthews.

How'd he find you?

Saw me in a Youtube video,
playing in our last game.

You weren't happy
that he tracked you down.

I don't care what he does.

I need to get back
to practice.

So the ring was
a peace offering.

He wanted to take you
and your mother back to Texas.

No, over my dead body!

Supposed to be
Mr. upstanding businessman,

Mr. great Austin University
defensive end,

supposed to be
someone I look up to!

Meanwhile, he's beating the hell out
of her, and I didn't do nothing!

You wanted to kill him.
Hell, yeah, I wanted to kill him!

But I didn't.

Look, I didn't do it.

How'd you get those bruises
on your neck?

What, you went after Curtis,
he fought back?

I got these in practice.

You're off the hook,
DeAndre.

Someone confessed
to the murder.

Your mom.

"Curtis started beating me
the year DeAndre was born.

"When I found out
he was in Pahokee,

I couldn't stop thinking about
the hell he put us through

well, this tells me why.

I want to know how.
You already know how.

The confession has to be
in your own words.

I smashed him in the head
with a tire iron from my car.

Seeing him made me so angry.

I couldn't control myself.

So it was his fault?

He just made you so mad,
you had to kill him.

How'd you get the body
out into the field?

In my car.

You moved a 260-pound man

from his motel room
into the trunk of his car.

Yeah. No, I --

what'd you do with the ring?

Curtis wore a ring
on his right hand.

A championship ring
from Austin University.

He was so proud of that.

I threw it in Lake Okeechobee.

Are you seeing coach Ward?

I only ask 'cause you two looked
pretty familiar on the field the other day.

He's my son's coach.
He's a good and decent man.

Good and decent enough
to help you with a dead body?

No,
I did it all by myself!

Okay, Ms. Matthews, I think
I have everything I need.

You're free to go.

That's it?
That's it.

Unless you want to confess
to something else.

Mom, what are you doing?
You need to call a lawyer.

Sure. She can call a lawyer
if she likes.

She's not under arrest.
She didn't kill Curtis.

Your mom is a terrible liar --
worst I've ever seen.

But her instinct to protect
her child is impressive...

And troublesome.

Makes me think you do

actually have something to do
with this murder after all.

And this time,
I really do have to arrest you.

No! Wait! Please!

Please!

Afternoon, ladies.

Nice security system.

That's the alarm system.
That's for security.

We got nothing
to say to you.

Should take my friend over there
and go upside your head.

Careful, or he'll have you
arrested like he did DeAndre.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, then.

I'll take a trim.

You want DeAndre back
in the game, out of custody,

you're gonna have to help me
understand a few things.

You want me
to cut your hair...

And do your job, too?

Well,
I'm doing my job.

In fact, where were
you three ladies

the night
Curtis Taylor was killed?

Here.

I did Vivian's hair, and then we all
went to football practice.

And your husbands?

Please.

What husbands?

Oh, I read you.
Yeah, marriage is hard.

Well,
so I've been told.

'Course, you never know when you're
gonna meet the right person.

Just when you do...
Timing kind of sucks.

You find one,
you put a ring on it.

She already has one.
She's married.

Does her husband know
how you feel?

I doubt it.
He's in prison.

So what you waiting for?

Man gets himself locked up,
she doesn't owe him.

Could be she's scared
to live her own life.

Probably doesn't know exactly
what she wants to do.

You know,
sometimes it's better

when somebody better starts
stepping up and stepping in.

You need to start
stepping up.

Is that what happened
with Rita and Coach Ward?

He stepped up?

Rita confessed
to the murder.

He's messing with us.
No, I took her confession myself.

I mean, I'm pretty sure
she wasn't alone in it,

but, you know, if she wants to
go down for it, I'll let her.

Unless someone tells me if someone
else might have been involved,

or -- oh, really?
Yeah.

We're...Done?

O-okay.

Uh...

Looks kind of uneven,
don't you think?

At the --

right.

There you go.
Have a nice day.

Well, if it isn't
the rabbit prince.

Declan, I got to ask, man,
what's with the bike?

You arrested DeAndre.

Give me my rabbit's foot back.

We get a lot
of abused women here.

How do you love someone
who treats you like that?

I know.
It makes no sense.

But it's just sometimes
not that easy.

Okay, well, tell me.

How do you wake
a woman like that up?

Everyone's different.

Different factors are involved.

So, can't choose
who you fall in love with?

That kind of thing?

I mean, you'd never stay
with someone who hit you, right?

If any man ever abused me,
he'd be one of your cold cases.

So, for some women,
murder's the only way out.

Well,
at least they think so.

But that only applies to women
who lost their support system

or never had one
to begin with.

Everyone needs a support system,
especially with kids.

No one can make you leave,

but if you don't have anyone
to help you get out,

then you could stay
in a bad relationship forever.

Support system, huh?

So,
Jeff have a good time

shooting unarmed,
innocent milk jugs?

He did.
Thanks for asking me.

He any good at it?

Yeah, he's a natural.

Great.

Anyway, I should, um...

Yeah,
I should get back at it.

Thanks for the...Abuse.

Yeah, no problem.

Hey, you arrested their star player.
So they t-peed your car.

I told you not to mess
with the big game in Muck City.

Pahokee's revenge.

Mm-hmm.
Game's tomorrow.

When are you going to
release DeAndre?

I'm raking the muck.
Muckraking's my new calling.

Speaking of which,

I got some more dirt
from my friend in Texas.

Look, either charge DeAndre
or kick him.

I will...
Just not yet.

Really?

What about Saturday night
for a round?

Of course, it's shabbat.
How could I forget?

Yeah,
Sunday afternoon it is.

And I'll see about
those tee times.

All right, Feldman.
Talk soon. Bye-bye.

I can get us tee times
anytime we want.

This isn't about you,
all right?

You and I can play anytime.

Yeah.
Busy solving a murder anyway.

Any luck investigating those ligature marks?
Not yet.

All right, any luck
finding the ring?

No, I was gonna try pawnshops.

No, it's too personal
an item to sell.

Whoever took it must have known
how much it meant to Curtis.

Whoever took it
was probably the killer.

I understand why DeAndre
and his mother

would want to kill Curtis,
but why now?

Why not three years ago

when the coward was still
using her as a punching bag?

Curtis was gonna take DeAndre
back to Texas.

How?
Asking for another chance.

If that didn't work,
the law was on his side.

Curtis filed papers
with the Texas court.

He was gonna take action
against Rita for kidnapping.

Why bother trying to bribe him
with his A.U. ring?

Like most abusers,
he was delusional.

Wanted DeAndre
to come willingly.

Yeah,
but DeAndre said no.

And Rita sure as hell
wasn't gonna help Curtis.

I mean, who would he turn to?
Who's gonna help him?

If only we had
DeAndre's phone.

Oh, wait! We do.

"'Sup, baby?"
Mnh-mnh.

"Baby girl?"
Mm, mnh-mnh.

"Bo."
No.

"Hey, girl."

"Hey, girl"?
Mm.

"Hey, girl."

"Cops planning
to check lockers."

Oh, uh...

I'll be right back.

I believe you have
a ring for me.

I'm not talking to you.

Hey, if I killed someone,
I wouldn't talk to me, either.

You're not gonna trick me
into saying something.

I'm waiting
for my lawyer.

Okay.

Let's wait.

But before your lawyer comes,
Crystal, you should know,

you're in a world of trouble.

Curtis was wearing this ring
the day he died.

Only way you could've got it
is if the killer gave it to you.

Then you're an accessory.

Or you took it
off the body yourself.

Then you're the killer.

Either way -- whew! --
Not looking good for you.

I was at practice,
and then I was with DeAndre.

I wouldn't link my alibi

to a guy who's already
sitting in jail.

I didn't kill Mr. Taylor.

He gave me the ring
to give to DeAndre.

He wanted me
to convince DeAndre

to move back to Texas
with him.

Said he'd make sure that DeAndre
got to play football at A.U.

You didn't want DeAndre to move
back to Texas with his dad.

That's why you killed Curtis.

No.
Yeah, it makes perfect sense.

Colleges were recruiting DeAndre.

He's got a shot at the NFL.

That's your meal ticket
out of here, right?

I only want
what's best for him.

And for you.

He goes back to Texas
with his dad, it's all over.

You're wrong.
DeAndre loves me.

And besides, he doesn't need
his daddy to go to A.U.

If he really wanted to go,

he'd ask Coach Ward, just like
he does with everything.

Coach Ward is the one
that helped him

get away from Texas and
come here in the first place.

Excuse me.

Can I leave?

No, you can't.

Thank you very much.

Curtis Taylor wasn't
the only person

that played at Austin University.

You checked with their
Department of Athletics?

Guess who else was listed
on exactly the same squad.

Coach Ward.
He conveniently forgot to mention that earlier.

Yeah.

We're in the middle
of a strategy session.

We lost one of our best players,
as you know.

Rabbit stew.

We make it every year
before the game.

Well, you'll be happy to know
DeAndre Matthews has been unarrested.

Oh, you hear that,
guys?

DeAndre can play.
That's great news.

What's not so great is you lying about not
knowing Curtis Taylor.

Hey, fellas, uh,
give us a minute here.

All right,
let's go outside.

A.U. football, 1993.

Same team, same year.

Different experience.
Curtis was a star.

Your ass
was warming the bench.

Should've tried out for
the cheerleading team with Rita.

You might have
had a chance.

I played.
In practice, maybe. What, two games?

No wonder you don't
wear your ring.

You didn't earn it
the way Curtis did.

I may not have played
as good as Curtis,

but I know the game
better than anyone.

And look
who's winning now.

Yeah,
but not back then.

Two months after graduation,
Rita's Curtis' wife.

We pulled Curtis' phone records
from four years ago.

You called his house at least,
what, twice a month?

Yeah, but not
to talk to Curtis.

You rang to talk to Rita.

You knew
he was no good for her.

You were hoping one day
she'd dump the loser husband.

You were trying to get her
out of a bad marriage.

You came a father figure
to her son.

You were trying to steal another
man's family away from them.

Not that there's anything
wrong with that.

We have a warrant to search your premises.
What?

After you.

Detectives.
How you doing, man?

What? Let's go.

Why does the coach have an
O.K. Sugar employee parking pass

on his windshield?

Ooh.

Haul a lot of dead weight
with that.

I don't know about Chicago,
but in this part of the world,

you need a winch to haul all
sorts of stuff out of the muck.

Or bury it.

Hey!
What you doing to my truck?

What are you doing
to that trash?

I'm helping the coach out.

Well, you're not
helping him out inside.

That job looks like something
for the assistant

to the assistant
of the assistant coaches.

Just don't touch my truck.
No problem.

Small problem.

Our warrant doesn't cover
his truck,

only evidence recovered
inside of the residence.

Oh, yeah?

Good enough for me.

The ligature marking
on Curtis' neck

matched the patterns
on the winch.

Daniel looked at ropes
and chains, not cables.

Hmm.
Can't wait to tell him.

If Curtis' body was
in the back of Ron's truck,

his DNA's gonna be all over it.

If? I found skin and blood
on the winch and in the flatbed.

Also on the skin
were traces of lye.

Just like on the body.
That's weird.

It's not weird.
It's evidence.

It's hard to believe Ron
would be so desperate

to be part of the team
that he'd kill someone.

Not if Coach Ward
put him up to it.

Some people will do anything
to get ahead.

What?
Esther Feldman's Bat Mitzvah.

Yeah?

Esther Feldman,
as in daughter to Ben Feldman.

Judge Ben Feldman.
Oh, yeah, that's right.
Ben is a judge.

Judge Ben Feldman. He's on
the FDLE advancement committee.

Is he? Hmm.
I didn't know that.

You're Chief Medical Examiner.
What's next?

President of death?
Keeper of corpses?

What? You can't be promoted
anymore.

I like meeting new people.

No, you don't.
You're like me.

No, I'm not.
And that's why you're alone.

It's Marisol, isn't it?

You're networking
to please your wife.

That's what happens
when the Coast Guard rescues you

with just your clothes
on your back.

You want crazy things,
like success.

And all off the back
of little Esther Feldman.

You ought to be ashamed
of yourself,

using a 12-year-old kid
to win points with a woman.

Back at you, big daddy.

For the record?
Mm-hmm.

Jeff turned 13 today.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

And, yeah,
I would do anything for him,

even kill if I had to,

but I got no reason
to kill Curtis Taylor.

But Coach Ward does.

Hey, that's a good man
you're talking about.

So I keep hearing.

You know what Coach Ward
said about you.

Night of the murder,
you left practice early.

Where'd you go?

Had some personal business
to attend to.

Personal business, Ron?

Sounds like a bit
of an oxymoron.

She told me not to tell.

My ex-wife.
We were having sex.

Really?
Yeah, surprised me, too.

So, sex with the ex
isn't a regular occurrence.

No. She came on to me
over at the practice field.

Damn good-looking, too.

She had her hair done
and everything.

I mean, I wasn't gonna pass up
a chance to hit that again.

So you see why I can't tell you
who it is, don't you?

Oh, being a gentleman, you wouldn't
want to besmirch a lady's reputation

in case you wanted to hit that again --
I get it.

We're closed.
This'll only take a minute.

Hey, no, the game's
about to start.

And DeAndre's playing tonight.
Ooh! Thank the lord.

We gonna kick some ass
tonight.

Found out from a clerk
that Curtis had filed papers

to bring DeAndre back to Texas.

Well, you couldn't
let that happen.

Come on, I don't want to
miss the kickoff.

If we got to go,
you got to go.

I didn't think a woman was
strong enough to kill Curtis,

but three women?

I did not see that.

You guys are
Rita's support network.

You each bring something
different to the party.

Crystal's your granddaughter,
right?

You keep Crystal out of this.

It's okay, Remelle.
Don't let him get to you.

You told Curtis
that Crystal wanted

to talk to him about DeAndre,
so he came here.

Probably sat
in this chair...

Where you whacked him
over the head

with your little friend here.

Then...

You wheeled him
over to the sink,

where you drowned him
in soapy water,

with traces of lye.

"C.J.'s hair relaxer."

Main ingredient
Lye.

But you needed a way
to move the body,

which is why Vivian's been having sex
with her ex-husband, Ron,

'cause you needed his truck
with a winch.

Don't worry.
He's been a complete gentleman.

Left your name out of it
till the end.

But he did tell you

when the next controlled burn
was scheduled.

Only...You guys didn't plan
on the wind changing.

You can't prove any of this.

Do all your customers
bleed so much?

Whoop-whoop.

Going to the game?

Can't.
Late for a party.

Declan, you do know
that's a girl's bike, right?

What can I say?
Ladies love the rabbit prince.

You knew who that dead body was,
didn't you?

Yeah, he bought
one of my rabbits,

asked if I knew DeAndre.

He even gave me his card.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want DeAndre
to get in trouble.

Besides, I knew
you'd figure it out.

You the Five-O, man.

Didn't even need it.

No way. No way!
It's an Xbox 360!

Oh, my gosh, mom!
Thank you so much.

Yeah, yeah, that's, um,
not from me, kiddo.

Who's it from?

I have no idea.

Excuse me.

Ah. I see I came
at the right time.

That was too expensive.

Well, I can't justify
buying it for myself.

This way, I get to come
over here and play it.

Uh,
can I call you later?

'Cause we're kind of
in the middle of something.

Jeff didn't tell you?
Tell me...?

He invited me to his party.

He said
you're okay with it.

But you know what?
If it's a problem...

No, I mean,
his grandma's here.

Ah.

Oh, my gosh.
Dude, thank you so much.

I take it you like it,
huh?

Oh, my gosh.
It's awesome.

Drinks are in the kitchen,
so I'll go set up a game.

All right?

I'm sorry to interrupt, but, uh,
your daddy's on the phone.

And he'd like to wish you
a Happy Birthday.

All right, great.

But why don't you take it
in the other room?

That way,
y'all will have more privacy.

Okay, um,
you set the game up.

I'm player number one.
Oh, hey, Jeff, you know what?

Uh, next time, man.

I just came by
to say Happy Birthday.

You know.

Yeah, see?
Office never sleeps.

Okay, well, thank you.

All right.
Happy Birthday.
Thanks.

Thanks.

Hey, Ray.

Oh, yeah,
birthday boy's right here.

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