All language subtitles for Panhandle s01e04 Sex, Lies and Ponce De Leon.eng

[tense music playing]

I mean, he couldn't
have killed her, right?

Right?

[door opens and closes]

[sighs]

Morning, bud. What's going on?

-It's Ponce de Leon Day.
-Oh. [chuckles]

'Cause why wouldn't
Florida celebrate a colonising murderer?

He was looking
for a magical fountain.

-Hmm.
-But he found Florida instead.

-Wow, how lucky are we!
-[cell phone ringing]

[chuckles]

Why don't you go get your stuff
for school, okay?

Hey, there.

I have a new strategy,

but I need you here
as soon as you can.

Yeah, that's not gonna--

Well, come by as soon
as you're done handing out tickets or seducing men.

-I don't think that's gonna--
-Or is it generally both at the same time?

Bell, are you listening to me?

Oh, and, Cammie, um...

thank you.

I feel better, much better.

Must go. Checotah's here
with the compression socks and the Theragun.

The what?

[quirky music playing]

[sighs]

-[panting]
-[beeps]

Are you sure you're okay, man?

You look like you're
gonna have a heart attack.

[exhales deeply]
I always look like that.

Just do it.

[mumbles]

[blows whistle]

Oh, hello.

You like what I've done
with the place?

Not particularly.

Well, leave.

Bell Prescott keeps calling.

He wants to know
when you're coming over.

Are you two a-courtin'?

No, Urleen,
we are not a-courtin'.

He's kind of cute.

Like a boy and an old man
all mixed up together.

Uh... how is that cute?

Just tell him I'm busy.

I could tell him
you're out writing tickets.

Actually, I should be out
writing tickets.

So, tickets it is!

[rock music playing]

[Cammie sighs]

Tickets, it is not.

This is murder.

[handcuffs clicking]

Tien Tran,

you are under arrest
for the murder of Maxie Tran.

Anything you say
can and will...

blah, blah, blah.

That poor woman trusted you.
She befriended you.

She shared
her damn husband with you!

And what'd she get?

Blown up
in an illegal fireworks stand.

I mean, what kind of
backwoods shit is that?

[scoffs] But you know what?

That happens to all of us.

We get played, Tien.

[chuckles] God, we get played.

I mean, off I go,
trusting someone again,

and then
it just blows up in my face,

because it turns out, unless
there's a better explanation...

oh! They murdered their wife!

That seem fair to you?

[speaking Vietnamese]

[in English] Bitch.

Thank you. Thank you. I, um...

I feel better. [sighs]

What?

[indistinct chatter]

[lock clicking]

I'd like to file a report.

Dog poop on your lawn

or a reptile
in your washing machine?

Bellwether Prescott conspired
with an officer of the law

to move
my daughter's burial site,

and that officer is you.

Mrs. Perez.

Officer Lorde.

Mr. Prescott acted
within his rights as a surviving spouse.

If you interfere
in my family again,

there will be consequences.

Unless you really want
to file that report,

I have a very busy day.

Fine.

I'll be paying
my feckless stain of a son-in-law a visit.

Mrs. Perez.

Sheriff.

She's all yours.

Explain to me what part
of digging up Vida Perez

is you staying away from a case

I expressly told you
to stay away from.

I caught a killer manicurist.

-You must be happy about that.
-Look, I get it.

You want to do right,
but I grew up here.

I know these people,
and Bell Prescott is bad news.

Look, all I'm saying, Lorde,

is that you've got to learn
how to ask questions

before you pretend
to have answers.

Out of curiosity,
you ever question him about his wife's murder?

Of course I did.

Look, it's...

it's possible there--
there's something you should know.

And what exactly is that?

If you got something, tell me.

[tense music playing]

No, sir. I've got nothing.

[keys jingle]

I appreciate the advice.

All right.
Well, thanks for this.

Good work.

[speaking Vietnamese]

[in English] Ticket lady.

[Sheriff Grant chuckles]

She just called you
a fucking bitch, ticket lady.

[chuckles]

[tense music playing]

[theme music playing]

I thought you wanted a break,
but here I am.

Just can't let go.

And you've already looked
at those a thousand times.

Actually, 232.

"Secrets and Lies,
Incorporated, Miami, Florida."

Lingerie store.
You've literally eaten their underwear off me.

What are you hiding, Vida?

[sighs] Isn't it better to just
remember the good times?

Our first night at Shucks?

We made out in the corner.

You bought me dinner at Shucks

to commemorate
the third anniversary of the first time we had sex.

Yes, that is another memory.

It was a month
before your murder,

but there's no charge
on your credit card.

You didn't use cash,
so how did you pay?

Who knows?

And who cares?

[suspenseful music playing]

You had a secret credit card.

[Vida] I couldn't
have a secret card.

You would have seen the bills.

[Bell] Stop trying
to distract me.

You're just a projection
of my mind

to protect me
from further hurt.

I could put you
in a mascot costume to silence you if I wanted.

[groans] This is ridiculous!

Who cares
how I paid for a dinner?

The husband
you cheated on cares.

You wonder
why I strayed from this?

I loved you, Vida...

everything about you,
the good and the bad...

the way you could never let
anyone else have the last word.

It's called having an opinion.

The way you forgot things,

because there was always
someone else to pick up the pieces.

Jewellery at the pool.

Bills that I asked you to mail.

And how many lip glosses
went through the damn wash and stained our clothes...

Pink?

[Vida] Carino, enough!

These!

[Vida groans]

[suspenseful music playing]

[sighs]

Look at this.

You were wearing this
that night at Shucks.

Why did your father give you
a company credit card, Vida?

Maybe he got tired of me
having to dig up money in your backyard.

[cell phone chimes]

[gasps]

What is it?

[ominous music playing]

Your mother...

coming... here.

Oh.

I've known you for years, Bell.

Tell me the truth.

We had an argument.

I told you that already.

[Sheriff Grant] Tell me again.

What was it about?

[Bell] I don't know.

I was drunk.

You followed her, didn't you?

No.

I don't think...

I can't remember.

But I need to see her.

Just as soon as you tell me

what you were fighting about.

[Bell sighs]

[tense music playing]

-It doesn't matter.
-It matters to me.

No, no, no, no!

[sobbing]

-[footsteps]
-What you watching?

What are you doing here,
Marcus?

You've had time
to chew on this, Cam.

I want to see my son.

Have you noticed
that what you want changes every five minutes?

You're letting your issues
get in the way of my kid.

Look, I'm just... I'm just
not comfortable with this.

I'm sorry. I have work to do.

Think about it, Cammie.

Okay.

-Please.
-Mm-hmm.

Hey, Millicent. How's it going?

[sighs] Mm-hmm.

Whoa!

What's... What's going on here?

Why do you ask?

We're de-"taxiderming"
the house.

Well, some of us are.

I wouldn't clean
for that woman, and neither should you.

-Cammie...
-[Millicent] Oh.

Damn it.
Mother, hide that thing!

I don't know why you care
what Alicia Perez thinks.

I do not want to give her
the satisfaction

of thinking her daughter
married a slovenly louche.

Now, please, just help.

[whimsical music playing]

[Cammie] Wow.

Are you...

Are you wearing cologne?

Yes.

Well, it's Bay Rum.
It's more of a tonic, really.

Oh.

At any rate,
it's good you're finally here.

Whatever secret life
Vida was hiding,

this could be our in,
but I need your help.

All you have to do
is call the card company and get their statements

so I can find out
what she was hiding.

And commit a felony
by impersonating a dead woman.

Think of it this way.
You're a cop.

If we get caught,
you can just arrest yourself.

[scoffs] Actually, what would
be more helpful here is

if we talked about
the night of Vida's murder.

Two words: blackout drunk.

Is that two words?
Is "blackout" a word?

It's one word.

Point is, I remember nothing.

You don't remember
there was a big storm that night, trees fell.

You don't remember
maybe picking something up...

to chop away the branches?

You make the call,
I'll answer your questions. How's that?

[recorded message
playing faintly on phone]

[hold music playing]

I know you're angry with me,
but she's acting strange.

-She's hiding
something, poorly. -What's wrong?

Nothing.

You go from staring at me,
which indicates aggressive thoughts,

to glancing down,
indicating introspection.

You do so
at a three-to-one ratio,

last seen when you blackmailed
me for those cold cases,

so I ask again...

what's wrong?

Well, if you must know,

Tyler's father has developed
a, um, sudden urge

to have a relationship
with his son.

-Is that so bad?
-Yes, it's bad!

Oh, he abused you.

Wait, no--

Oh, Cammie, I am so sorry.
No wonder you're such a mess.

No, Marcus didn't
abuse anyone, okay? He just... just disappeared on us.

-No, I get it.
-You get it?

You are a lot,

which reminds me,

I've been wondering
why you took that job

at the paper
in the first place.

That's what I'm talking about.

It wasn't for the money,
surely not the benefits.

The Post barely has a roof,

let alone pension
and health packages.

Look, I-I didn't come here
to answer your questions, okay?

I came to ask you questions.

Then I realised
the paper gave you access

to databases that were
otherwise inaccessible,

namely the legal
and public records kind.

So when that pinguid prick
Marcus Malin became untenable,

you found another job
that gave you access...

Boggsville PD.

Marcus fired me,
so I took this job for the benefits, okay?

What I couldn't fathom is
why you never found what you were looking for.

[Cammie sighs]

But then it hit me.

You stopped looking
because you had Tyler.

There you go.
You got her up against the ropes.

Why do you think
about me so much?

Do you have a crush?

That is not
what is happening here.

Oh, 'cause it's... it's feeling
real crush-y in here.

[woman on phone] Hello?
How can I help you?

[in Spanish accent]
Last four digits, 8128. Gracias.

[in normal voice] Vida Perez.

Yeah, I need to access
some old statements.

Yeah, sure, I can answer
a few identity verification questions.

Mother's maiden name?

[whispers] Famosa.

Famosa.

Date of birth?

April 9th.

-April 10, 19... Oh, sorry!
-9th.

Sorry, April 9th. [chuckles]

Wow!

You know how it is.
One too many Cosmos.

The make of my first car?

I'm just a projection,
remember?

Who are these people, the CIA?

It was some type
of convertible.

[sighs] She told me
she wrecked it within the first week.

[chuckles] Wow!

You guys sure do go down
memory lane, don't you?

Instead of punishing her,
Alejandro bought her a puppy,

which she named Beemer,
after the car.

It was a BMW.

A BMW convertible.

Obnoxious
for a first car, right?

I grew up privileged.

I was a total asshole.

Still am. [chuckles]

That's great.

Uh, I have a new email,
if you'd be so kind.

[sighs] All right,
a deal's a deal, Bell.

While we wait, you can
tell me about that night.

Tell me what you were
looking for at the newspaper.

No, no.

That little thing you do
is not gonna work, okay?

I pulled the tape
of your interview with the sheriff.

Yeah, that's right.

Look at me going
all detective and shit.

Vida was complicated.

[somber music playing]

She was charming, but...

Sometimes...

Tell me what happened.

The night before her murder...

was the anniversary

of my father's death.

Oh, my God, people lose
their parents every damn day!

You've been checked out
of this marriage for months!

Oh, look who finally noticed

something
other than a new handbag...

Whenever it is convenient
for you to check back in...

Or who's fucking who
in Miami...

It's always
about Bell, Bell, Bell...

Or whatever else
she's always obsessing over that has nothing to do with us!

Like I don't even exist!
Open your eyes and look at me!

-[thunder crashes]
-I needed you, and you weren't there!

I needed you, too, God damn it!

Well, you're not worth it!

So maybe I should find
someone who is!

Fuck!

I told her I never

wanted to see her again.

And then what happened?

Hey! Hey!

[Bell] I can't remember.
I can't remember.

I can't remember.

[sighs]

[cell phone chimes]

Statements are in.

Clothes, clothes, more clothes,

a nightclub in Destin.

[Cammie] Hmm.

A $750 charge
to the fishing marina.

[scoffs] Vida doesn't strike me
as a fishing type of gal.

[cell phone vibrating]

[inhales deeply]

Stay calm.

I was born calm...

literally.

I had the umbilical cord
wrapped around my neck.

Frankly,
it's a miracle I survived.

Alicia, how nice
to hear from you.

We're all ready for you
over here at Casa Prescott.

[whispers] Hey. [snaps fingers]

-[Alicia] Bellwether,
it's been a long time. -[mouthing]

Well, time flies
when you're having... fun.

I've decided
it's too painful to see my daughter's fresh grave.

Sure, sure.

What a shame.
I was so looking forward to...

So you'll meet me at Shucks
in an hour instead,

unless that would be
too stressful for you.

See you in an hour.

[quirky music playing]

I got this.

[door slides open]

Wow.

Too much?

[scoffs]

Hmm.
All you're missing is a couple of cartoon animal friends

singing about
how great slavery was.

Perfect.
I'll see you in an hour.

[engine starts]

Why does he put himself
through this?

He needs to prove
that he's more than what she thinks he is.

Why?

Oh, honey, gonna need a drink.

Come on.

This goes back
long before Vida.

Alicia's family owned
a big rum distillery in Cuba,

but when Castro moved in,

old Quique Famosa pulled up
stakes and moved here.

He opened El Calvero Rum,

but you can't make rum
without cane syrup,

so he struck a deal
with Prescott Sugar.

You were in business
with Vida's family?

Indigo
never shared details, but...

there were issues.

Yeah, I'm sure Bell and Vida
getting together

didn't exactly help
the situation.

[chuckles] Well,
in a way, it did.

Alejandro
convinced Indigo to...

sell the company.

So, after 120 years,

Prescott Sugar was no more.

[Cammie] Hmm.

At first, it was wonderful.

We traveled,
and we worked in the garden.

We made love all the time.

Good to know.

[chuckles]

Bell and Vida were happy, too.

Were they, though?

Look, I... [chuckles]

I want to help, Millicent.

I do, but it's hard to help
when I don't have the full picture.

The full picture
is Bell was happy.

But right after
Indigo died, he...

He changed. I don't know why.

Ah. Wow.

Thank you for the drink
and the chat.

-I should go.
-Um...

I hope that you find
what you're digging for.

And I hope
what you're digging for

does not hurt my son

because I love him...

as much as you love yours.

Okay.

[country song playing]

[music distorts]

Alicia.

You look well.

Too bad
Alejandro couldn't join us.

It would have been nice to...

see the dude.

"Dude"?

That's how calm I am.

Actually,
he doesn't know I'm here.

[clicking]

[clicking intensifies]

I am uninterested in having
an affair with a married woman!

That was a joke.

You're my former mother-in-law.
I hate you!

That's also a joke. [chuckles]

[sighs]

I know you're angry.

If it helps, I acknowledge
that I was not without blame in Vida's death.

Had I...

dealt with our issues...

maybe she'd still be with me.

I don't like you, Bellwether.

Never have.

But in the end,
we want the same thing...

truth.

[Bell] That's him.
That's Vida's lover.

Please do not break my bottle.

You'll get
Mountain Dew everywhere, and then the ants will come,

and this is
basically my office.

You drink Mountain Dew?
Are you a teenage boy?

Oh, no.
[chuckling] No, no, no, no, no.

You are not
pointing the finger, King of Weird Choices.

Now, did Mrs. Perez
give you a name

or tell you where she got this?

Or did she just Google Image
"suspicious photo"?

She doesn't know his name.

And it was taken
by a private detective

for reasons
she refused to share with me.

Do you think I'm a narcissist?

Yes.

-Really?
-Mm-hmm.

But I think about you
all the time.

You do?

I mean...

not like that. [scoffs]

Okay, uh, well, if Alicia
had this the whole time,

then why wasn't it
in the police file?

Because
what she cares about most is her family's reputation.

Hmm.

Well, people have a lot
of complicated reasons for doing what they do.

-What's that supposed to mean?
-Nothing.

Really?
It seemed like something.

Mm.

[whimsical music playing]

You should start at the marina.

Find out
about that $750 charge.

Okay, before it was
"we, we, we." Now it's just me?

I could go into
cardiac arrest at any moment.

Do you really want my death
on your hands?

No, you're not guilting me.

Also, I could vomit.

Okay, fine. Get out.

But for the record,
I am not doing this for you.

I'm doing this
because I have questions that need to be answered.

Is that clear?

Yes. This is all for you.
None of this is for me.

-Mm-hmm.
-Is that better?

Yes, actually. Thank you.

Bye.

[quirky music playing]

Sorry about that.

And I'm sorry about that.

You want to make this
a thing, lady?

No, I don't,

but I will if you don't answer
my question.

When did you say
that money got paid?

A little over five years ago.

That's what I figured.

Meaning?

Owners of the marina
were pissed this was gonna get all gentrified.

They wanted to fuck
with the developers,

so they sold boat slips
for cheap.

750 bucks, clear title.

So the developers would have
to pay through the nose to buy them back.

[chuckles] Good move.

[chuckles]
Didn't turn out that way.

I cleaned out my bank account
to buy three of them.

Then everything went to shit
'cause Bell Prescott abandoned the project.

Jesus, does everything
lead back to that?

[man chuckles]

I call a shark
"pinata of the sea."

Never know
what you're gonna get.

I'd cover your nose.

[man chuckles]

[gags] Oh, God,
my son would love this.

[chuckles]

So why did Vida
get a boat slip?

Oh, hell, lady...

you don't know?

Bellwether.

Motherfucker.

Hey! Shit. Freeze!

[tense music playing]

[people murmuring]

[grunts]

[man grunts]

Shit!

[pants]

Ugh!

I'm gonna have to see
your license and registration, ticket lady.

Real funny.

[grunts]

What are you looking at?

You're telling me
you didn't know the boat existed.

That is exactly
what I'm telling you.

So the guy who got away from me
was screwing your wife

and living on a boat
you didn't know about?

She hated boats.

Maybe not so much.

On a scale of one to ten,
ten being me,

how good-looking
would you say he was?

That's what you're
thinking about right now?

Well, he, um,
he was was mostly running,

so I only got a really
good look at his backside,

which was honestly terrific.

He's, like, real strong

and really good
at throwing stuff in my way,

like, excellent.

Right.

Most importantly,
once he saw my uniform, he... he ran like hell.

He either had something to do
with Vida's murder, or he knows something about it.

Either way,
we need to find him.

[cell phone vibrating]

No, no, no,
I... I need to go home,

but we are having
a long-ass talk in the morning, you get me?

I would say don't leave town,
but, um, I think that goes without saying.

If you want to come home early
for any reason,

you know what number
to call, right?

-[Tyler] 911?
-Yep.

And I'll be there faster
than Spider-Man, okay?

What's all this?

I want to show him
all my favourite things.

Maybe my favourite things
are the same as his.

Well, let's just
take one tonight,

and then we can, um, tell him
about all the others, okay?

Why?

Because it's a new friendship,

and you want
to feel things out...

just like when we go to Costco

and try all the samples
before deciding what...

what dinner to get.

Wait, I thought you said
the samples were dinner.

Look, the point is
you don't want to get too attached to someone

before you know
they're good for you.

And if they're not,
that's okay,

'cause I'll always be here.

And we'll always have
each other, all right?

-[knock on door]
-Okay.

All right. [sighs]

Hi.

Make sure that his car seat's
secured properly, okay?

Come on.

And easy on the sugar,
all right?

You can give him dessert,

but don't just
give him dessert, okay?

I know. I know, Cam.

Hmm.

Hey, um, I just want
to say thank you

for, you know,
changing your mind.

-Yeah.
-Come on.

-Dr. Dinosaur.
-Dr. Dinosaur. Okay.

[sighs]

[quirky music playing]

[chuckles]

No.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

-[phone chimes]
-Um...

[softly] Dumb joke.

Oh, come on.
Who doesn't know a booty call when they see one?

[quirky music continues]

Not smart, exposing your queen.

My queen betrayed me,
Skramstad.

Thank you.

I don't remember the last
time I went to a restaurant

that didn't have crayons
on the table. [chuckles]

So how long you plan
on staying in Boggsville?

What do you mean?

You seem more city
than country,

and this place is real country.

You trying to say I'm urban?

Who you calling urban?
[chuckles]

I mean, I got six more
months' worth of contract.

I don't have a choice,

but you could just
hit the highway,

head back to Detroit.

Hm. No, I can't
take Tyler out of state without Marcus' permission.

You never
should have left Detroit.

Good music scene, nice zoo.

High murder rates.

Fantastic barbecue.

Rampant heroin use.

Burgeoning arts scene.

Massive foreclosures.

This is getting very sexy.

Tell me about it.

Unfortunately, I ran out
of things to say about Detroit.

-[imperceptible]
-[Cammie chuckles]

So it turns out hauling
a 12-ton amphibious vehicle

with a van is
a lot more taxing on the engine than you could even imagine.

I mean, I don't even know how
I got it in here.

It was one go.

[tense music playing]

Are you all right, man?

I'm fine.

You want to work out
tomorrow maybe?

No, I do not.

Now you should go.

Fine.

You either bought this
for your lover

and named it
after your husband,

which would be psychotic
to the point of nonsensical.

Or I bought this boat for you.

Surprise.

It was for my birthday.

I didn't make it
till then, did I?

Vida.

Is that why you kept
the boat slip payment secret?

You still...

Loved you?

I never stopped.

Then why was your lover
living on my boat?

[cell phone ringing]

-Darby?
-Hey. About time you picked up.

Funny story...

you won't believe
who's at Sweet Water.

Cammie and Otis together.

Well, good for them.
They're adults. They can do adult stuff.

Oh.

You guys aren't a thing?

Cammie and I?

[scoffs] No, we have no things.

We are colleagues,
unofficial colleagues,

as we are not paid
for our colleague-ness.

Okay. Never mind, then.

I will let them get back
to their daiquiris.

They're drinking daiquiris?

Mm, yeah, lots.

What kind?

Hemingway.

That's our drink.

Report back
with further developments.

It sounds like being
the only cop in town is exciting.

Mm! One time
I pulled over T-Pain.

Got a selfie out of it.

-What's he like?
-He was real pissed.

-Mm.
-Yeah.

But, I mean, I pulled him over,
so it was legitimate.

And then
there's people like Bell.

He's capable
of pretty much anything.

Even killing his wife?

[tense music playing]

[sniffing]

[Cammie] Hypothetically,
what if there was evidence that tied him to the murder?

Even if he didn't
remember it, hmm?

-Hypothetically?
-Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

30% of the time,
he's 80% blitzed.

You get blackout drunk,

the hippocampus
can't form memories,

which means if Bell killed her
when he was drunk,

he wouldn't have
to try and forget

because he would be incapable
of remembering.

So, hypothetically,

on the hypothetical...

if it happened
and if there was evidence

and if he had to stand trial...

All I know is this...

Bell Prescott
is not on this date,

and I'm not the kind of man
who likes to share his time.

-Is that so?
-Mm.

[Cammie] Hmm.

[suspenseful music playing]

[siren chirps]

Where do you get off
spying on me?

It's not spying.

But I am curious
why you were on a date with Otis.

At least Otis can go on a date.

Also, I don't need
to justify my shit to you.

What are you doing?

Oh, relax.

I preserved
all the relevant clues.

What relevant clues?

First this beaded ring,
green and yellow...

Miccosukee representation
of a turtle.

Could have been a souvenir...

-Are you out of your mind?
-Other than the single weaving stitch.

Maybe an expensive souvenir.

But then I found this...
sarsaparilla.

Note the bit of string
at the end,

therefore,
the remains of a smudge.

[sniffs] Likely homemade
by an elder.

You just took the damn boat?

It has my name on it,
so it must be mine.

And thank God I took it,
because, clearly,

these clues suggest
that the lover

has some connection
to the Miccosukee tribe...

a virtual fact when
you take into account this.

Peacock.

Found on the Velcro
of his backpack.

Very attractive.

Could be ornamental.

But smell.

[sniffs] Oh, God,
it smells like piss.

No, boric acid,
to prevent mites,

therefore natural,
not preserved.

Still downy, which means
it came from a juvenile.

Interesting birds, peafowl.

Uh, polygamous,
much like yourself.

And the juveniles stay close
to home because of predators,

also like yourself.

Regardless, because
of our rampant destruction of their habitat,

home means the northeast corner
of the Miccosukee camp.

Ta-da!

That's why I took the boat,

because now
we know the lothario

is either Miccosukee
or Miccosukee-adjacent.

You done?

Yes, I am done.

Are you sure,
or you gonna splooge some more factual garbage?

I'm done.

Good, because I slept on it,
I prayed on it,

and I am done with you
and this psycho relationship.

If I had half the sense
I was born with,

I would arrest you right now.

On what grounds? It's my boat.

On grounds of homicide.

You were blackout drunk,
and you...

you killed your wife.

This whole
bullshit investigation

is just your...
your psyche's way of admitting guilt.

I have proof.

I have fucking proof.

Wait, what?

You found a murder weapon?

Yeah, I'll explain later,

but we'll need
your fingerprint examiner.

[sighs] Is this
about the Vida Perez case?

Yeah.

Jesus, Cammie.

You were right about Prescott.

[knock on door]

I got to go.

-Hey.
-Hi.

-I got him.
-No, you'll wake him up.

-I said... I said I got him.
-Okay, okay.

Hey, bud.

[Cammie groans]

Okay, thanks.

[door closes softly]

[sighs]

[dialling]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Hi, Miss Tanika.

Laila!

-[chuckles]
-My God, it's been years!

Where are you? How are you?

-[chuckles]
-I'm good. I'm good.

I'm sorry, I...
I tried to call before, but...

I didn't know what to say.

Do you need anything?

Money? Anything?

Just need things
to make sense again.

Tell me what's wrong.

Nothing. [sighs] It's nothing.

We're... We're fine.

-"We"?
-Yeah.

Me and Tyler.

My son.

[chuckles]

He's six.

Smart as a whip.
Asks a lot of questions.

Man, can he just brighten up
the room with that smile.

It's different when
you have a little one to look after, isn't it?

I want you to know
that I might have been chasing something that...

doesn't feel like
it ever belonged to me.

But you were always mine.

You were always enough.

Aw.

You were mine, too, baby.

[melancholic music playing]

[suspenseful music playing]

[bicycle bell ringing]

Quick, follow me.

[young Bell] Bell! Bell!

We need to get
to the lighthouse!

You need to follow me.

-[Vida panting]
-[young Bell] Bell? Bell!

[whimpers]

Stop!

[music stops]

[ominous music playing]

[banging on door]

[gasps]

[Bell] You were right.

I think I killed her.

I... I know
where to find her lover.

I just...

I need to look him
in the eyes. And then...

then you can arrest me.

[dialling]

Hey, can you come watch Ty?

Thanks.

[Cammie sighs]

[suspenseful music playing]

[peacocks squawking]

[door creaking]

[dramatic music playing]

Wha...

[tense banjo music playing]

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