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[distorted]
Peacock Motor Court,
possible 10-31.

[Checotah] Get out.
Get, get, get, get.

Get.

[Bell] 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...

[normal voice] 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.

[Bell] Ah, gentle, now.

Ugh.

Now we wait for the beep.

-Jeremiah Cedar.
-[Checotah] 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--
-[beeping]

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.

[sighs]

Well, you were with me,
so you couldn't have done it.

Uh-huh.

All right.

And I do this very reluctantly.

[Cammie grunts]

All righty, just FYI,
Sheriff Grant should be here
in about a half an hour.

[cell phone ringing]

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.

[quirky banjo music playing]

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?

[Cammie] 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.

[Otis sighs]

-Cause of death:
sharp force trauma to the neck.
-[phone camera clicks]

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.
-[siren wailing]

[Checotah] 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.

[siren stops]

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.

[whimsical music playing]

Where's his eyeball?

I... I believe
the peacock ate it.

[theme music playing]

It's a long shot,

but my family knows pretty much
everybody who hangs out
at Peacock Motor Court.

[animals chittering]

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.

[quirky music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

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?

[Bell] 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.

[Bell] Pardon the interruption.

-[Checotah] 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.

[somber music playing]

Baby, you need
to listen to Bianca, okay?

[Tyler] 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.

[somber music playing]

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.

[dramatic music playing]

[Otis] 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.

[sighs] 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?

[mouse clicking]

[Cammie clears throat]

Those look the same to you?

[Bell] 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.

[dramatic music playing]

[Cammie] 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!

[chuckles]

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.
-[laughing]

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?

[dramatic music playing]

You should go.

Yeah.

Yeah, I should go.

[ominous music playing]

[melancholic music playing]

[knock on door]

It's Bianca dropping off Tyler.

You gotta... You gotta go.

[groans]
Good morning to you too.

You know,
I really enjoyed last night.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
me too. It was fun.

[grunts] 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.

[knocking continues]

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?

[Checotah] He did.

[Cammie] Shit.

-'Sup?
-Otis, you dog.

-Uh-huh, thank you.
-Uh, Aunt--

-[gunshot]
-[recorded voice] 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!

[recorded voice] 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!
-[Darby] Yee!

Yeehaw!

I'm still talking to you.

[laughing] You totally missed.

Yeehaw!

-[gunshots]
-Yeehaw!

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.

[door opens]

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.

[Sheriff Grant clears throat]

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.

[ominous music playing]

Yes, sir.

[Checotah]
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.

[croaks]

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.

[Checotah] Oh, cool.

[Bell] 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.

[tense music playing]

[cell phone ringing]

[Mayor Iwanaga] 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.

[door opens and closes]

[sighs]

[tense music playing]

[exhales deeply]

[hammering]

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.

[sighs] 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.

[Darby] 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.

[gentle banjo music playing]

What is that?

The "you didn't do it" dance,
remember?

Ooh, ooh, ooh.

Cuh.

[laughs] 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.

-[chuckles]
-What's in it for me?

I'm thinking, the scenery.

[rock music playing]

[indistinct chatter
and laughter]

♪♪ 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.

[sighs]

Normally, second date,
I'd invite you over for dinner,

make duck a l'orange
paired with a pinot gris,
of course.

Oh, I don't eat duck, just...

chicken and hot dogs.

-[window squeaking]
-You know, normal stuff.

-Normal stuff?
-Mm-hmm.

What are you, five years old?

-My palate is, yes.
-[chuckles]

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.

[footsteps]

[Bell] Mother.

Calico Jack's dentures.

[chuckles] 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.

[dramatic music playing]

[tense music playing]

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?

[Otis sneezing]

[Cammie sighs]

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?

[Otis] 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.

[scoffs]

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.

[Cammie] 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.

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.

-[sighs] Rhetorical, okay?
-[cell phone chimes]

Rhetorical.

Ramon and Yasiel
may have been trafficking...

drugs for years.

[Bell] 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.

[gentle music playing]

[footsteps]

[Millicent] 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.

[ominous music playing]

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."

[Mayor Iwanaga] 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.

[tense music playing]

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.

-[song playing]
-[humming along]

Ooh, baby, I'm sorry.
Is my music too loud?

-I know you're upstairs
trying to get Tyler to--
-[song stops]

-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.

[dramatic music playing]

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.

[chuckles]

I got you, girl.

[both laughing]

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?

[distant explosion]

[ominous music playing]

The sugar plant.

[suspenseful music playing]

[sirens wailing]

Burn it down.

Burn it all down.

[ominous banjo music playing]