All language subtitles for The Glades S01E01 Pilot 1080p AMZN WEB-DL DDP5 1 x264-NTb_track3_[eng]

[ Insects Buzzing ]

[ Birds Calling ]

[ Squawking ]

[ Wings Flapping ]
[ Birds Squawking ]

[ Gags ]

[ Vomiting ]

[ Retching ]

- Shit. Justin!
- [ Horn Honking ]

- Justin! Justin!
- [ Horn Honking ]

[ Retching ]
I gotta go!

[ Jim Longworth ]
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.

Kick back. Play some golf.
Work on my tan.

Maybe write the occasional
speeding ticket.

Yeah.
Well, that didn't work out.

Damn it, Jim.
Pick up.

[ On Cell Phone ]
You've reached
Jim Longworth.

I'm either out seeking justice
or trying to break 80.

Leave me a message.

[ Beeping ]

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

- Now he's calling me.
- Don't answer it.

Hello.

- Carlos, he with you?
- I'm not here.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
He's right here.

Ah, you must've heard.
I'm four over at the turn.

Birdied three, seven and 10,
with a lip-out at 11.

Yeah, that's great,
but we got a situation.
[ Siren Wailing ]

Yeah, we do. I'm four holes
away from breaking 80...

for the first time
in my life.

A woman's body was found
in Fisheating Creek.

Well, she's not gonna be
any deader an hour from now.

[ Shouting ]
Hey! Come on!

And there's this tag
or message-- whatever--

popping up all over town.
I think it might be related.

Who found the body?

Underage kid and her boyfriend
fell asleep in the swamp
last night.

- How underage are we talking?
- I don't know-- 16, 17.

What was she doing out there?
She doing the guy?

- I didn't ask her that.
- What the hell did you ask?

Nothing. I'm still trying
to find her parents.

Listen, stick her in a room,
don't let her talk to anyone.

I want a clean shot at her
before her parents shut her up.

Jim--

Call your wife,
open your office.

It's Sunday.
My office is closed.

Yeah. I just opened it.

Uh, excuse me.
Yeah, uh--

See this ball?

This ball is part
of a murder investigation.

Anybody messes with this ball,
you go to jail.

[ Speaking Spanish ]

Gracias.

What's wrong with you?

[ Siren Wailing ]

No scar tissue,
no water in her lungs.

Nothing in her stomach.
[ Microwave Beeps ]

Her identity and cause of death
inconclusive without the head.

You might wanna
give that a minute.
[ Yelps ] Damn it.

You wanna see the body?

No. She's dead.
I wanna talk to the girl.

Any word from the parents?

Her mom's M.I.A.-- apparently
not unusual for the weekend,

especially with her husband
on a poker run in the Keys.

Any of these geniuses
got a record?
Law-abiding, far as we know.

Where's the boy?
Local kid.

Justin... Brussard, 22.

- I sent him home.
- Why?

He vomited
all over my keyboard
giving his statement.

I got a call in
to the girl's folks.

She's 16. You can't talk to her
without a parent or guardian.

[ Sighs ]

Jim Longworth.

You're a cop?

Lieutenant.

Oh!

You need anything?

You want something to eat?
Something to drink?

Would you feel more comfortable
if we waited till we located
one of your parents?

My parents?
Good luck with that.

So you're okay
talking to me then?

Oh, we sent your, uh--
whatever he is--
boyfriend or whatever home.

Puked all over
my partner's keyboard.
Mmm.

He drinks too much.

Did he have sex with you?

No.

And what's this got to do
with the woman without the head?

I don't know yet.

He said you guys got out there
a little after 10:00...

and stayed out there
all night.

Did you hear
or see anything?

You mean
related to the woman?

Yeah. Did you hear
or see anything...

that might help us
identify who she was?

Like the person or persons
who might have dumped her there.

- Maybe she died there.
- Oh, maybe. We don't think so.

Well, what do you
think happened?

I think she was killed
somewhere else...

and then dumped there
so an alligator could
destroy the evidence.

I didn't hear anything.

Hmm.

What about the spot?

Anything special about the spot
for you two?

No.

No special meaning?

No. Just a place to go.

A place for other people
maybe-- like young people?

To party, get drunk,
try sex.

It's kind of a dumb place
to dump a body, right,
if someone knew that.

How do you know
she didn't, like,

float there from upriver
or something?

Doesn't figure that way
forensically.

Are you like
a forensics expert?

I'm an expert on all things
homicidal, Erin.

There isn't much about murder
I don't know...

or can't figure out...

if I just keep asking
the right questions.

[ Gasping ]

[ Hissing ]
Holy shit!

Son of a bitch!
[ Groans ]

[ Jim ] Is this
absolutely necessary?

[ Woman ]
You wanna die
of infection?

- Looked pretty hygienic to me.
- Everyone looks hygienic till
the blood work comes back.

Either that's an exit wound,
or all the surgeons in Chicago
are drunks.

My captain shot me.
On purpose?

He thought
I slept
with his wife.

I didn't.

But I was the only one
in the department
that didn't.

Good boy.

Feels like it's gonna
hurt like hell later on.

I can give you
something for the pain,

but a six-pack of beer
will do the same trick.

And then if I give you
something for the pain...

and later on you want
that six-pack,
it's not good.

Callie is it?

Oh. Yeah.

How long am I gonna
have to wear this thing?

Why? Are you
in some kind of hurry?

I have a Titleist
with a perfect lie...

sitting on the 14th fairway
at Belleair...

waiting for me to break 80
for the first time in my life.

With that swing,
I'm not surprised.

Sign, date and initial
where indicated.
What am I signing?

You're releasing
the medical center
from liability...

should you lose your hand
or die from infection
due to my incompetence.

I'm not signing this.

You will if you want
your pants back.

There you go.
Thanks.

[ Sighs ]

That thing working?

No.

You lose your uniform again?

I'm just saying.

Hit the gym once in a while,
every little thing won't
throw your back out.

Yeah, we could be
workout partners,

spend even more time together.

I got Missing Persons files
from Orlando, Ocala,
Tampa, Miami.

Nothing promising so far.

Still waiting
on Jacksonville, Naples.

Naples?
That's, like, old people.
She wasn't that old.

Maybe she was
visiting relatives.

Dressed like that?
I don't think so.

What's wrong with the way
she was dressed?

Someone she was visiting
would've called it in...

if she was missing,
don't you think?

We may not have
her head, compadre,
but we still have ours.

[ Clicks Tongue ]
[ Carlos ]
The club manager called.

He's getting complaints that
you cordoned off an area around
your ball on the 14th fairway.

I want to finish the round.
It's gonna be weeks before
you can swing a club, man.

Go pick up your ball.
I'm getting
medical treatment.

I'll be fine
by the end of the week.

"Esophageal abrasions."
What's that, like heartburn?

What causes that?
Acid reflux,
spicy foods, you.

How spicy?
Spicy.

Habanero spicy.

What's that test
called again?
What test?

The "barnuclear" something.

[ Chuckles ]
Barnacles?
Yeah, that's what I said.

Skin graft
to determine race?
Yeah, that one.

She's white.
And tan.

Any way to determine
if the tan is natural or--

or the result
of a tanning booth?

No. Both
are caused
from exposure to U.V. rays.

Exposed evenly,
like from a tanning bed,

or mottled like a native?

Fine. I'll do
a "barnucleous."

Did you find out
if she had any kids?
Pelvic density suggests not.

But you'll do a test
to determine anyway?

Hey, if she's anything
like my mom--

She and my sister
talk five times a day,
and they hate each other.

Whatever the hell
that means.

It means--

I need a female perspective.

There you go.
Thanks.

Hey. I was hoping
I'd catch you.

Already not sure
how I feel about that.

I just wanted
to run something
by you.

I just came by
to get my check,
and then I'm gonna go.

See, I have this theory--
well, two theories actually.

Now I need someone like yourself
to just walk it through with me.

Don't you have coworkers
for things like that?

I do, yeah.
Lots of coworkers.
[ Button Clicks ]

** [ Muzak: Jazzy ]
And a partner, I guess.
Technically speaking.

Heads up the local
highway patrol.

Actually
really like this song,
which is kind of weird.

Anyway, yeah,
he's a nice guy.
Great wife.

They have me over
for dinner every Sunday.
Wow.

But he's not
a very good cop.

He's also not a health care
professional or a woman.

I need a woman's
perspective.
[ Bell Dings ]

Who's a health care
professional.
Right.

Yeah, look, I really
can't do this right now.

- [ Horn Honking ]
- Oh. Is that for you?

Is that your car?
That looks like a--
what, a Sorento?

Looks nice.
Nice and shiny.

Who's that waiting
for you in the car?
That's my husband.

- Your husband is 12?
- All right, he's my son.

He looks annoyed.
Well, he's 12.

So there's a husband
somewhere.
Somewhere.

Maybe a drink later?
Which sounds a lot
like a date, but it's not.

Later I have to feed my son
and get on him
about his homework.

- After that.
- After that, I go to bed.

Breakfast? My treat.
Anywhere you want.

Okay.

I'll feed my son and
at least get him pretending
to be doing his homework.

You can come by around 8:00.
I'll give you 30 minutes.

8:00. Yeah, 30 minutes.

Pretending to do
his homework.

[ Woman Singing Rap ]
* I know what it takes to make
this party jump, so follow me *

* I've seen some stormy skies
but rainy days
don't bother me *

** [ Continues, Indistinct ]

You got a minute
for some questions?

Can't. Gotta set up.

Actually, uh,
now is what I meant.

I already gave the other guy
my statement.

Mixed in with chunks
of whatever you had
for dinner last night.

Thought I'd do a little
follow-up, now that you're
presumably less hammered.

- I didn't have anything to do
with that lady getting killed.
- Well, I don't know that.

Why would I tell you
she was out there if I had
something to do with it?

I don't know.
You're a moron?

I already know
you're not very bright.

It's not murder, but rape
will still get you
eight years in prison.

And you brought that
to our attention.

Rape? I didn't rape anybody.

The presumption is
a 16-year-old isn't
emotionally capable...

of consenting
to a sexual encounter.

So legally, the presumption
is a clear "no"
across the board.

And having sex with someone
who says no is rape.

Legal age is 16.
She looked it up.
Went online or something.

She lied to you about that,

which I'm assuming you believed
because it synced up better
with your immediate needs.

Any reason you can think of
why she lied to you
about that?

Like maybe
it was her first time.

[ Laughing ]
First time?
That's hilarious.

She indicated to me
that it was.

Maybe she indicated that to you
to mess with you.

What does any of this have to do
with the woman without the head?

What is it with everyone
and that question?

It's how a police
investigation works.

It's what we do.
We ask questions--

sometimes direct,
sometimes indirect.

It doesn't matter
if they make sense to you.

Half the time,
they don't make sense to me.

Well, I know she's lying
about that...

'cause I know for a fact
a guy she did before me.

How do you know
he's not lying?

- 'Cause he was my brother.
- "Was."

What's your brother,
dead?
Yeah, he is dead.

Got clipped on his motorcycle
by a tourist-- State Road 301.

Interlake and 301--
they put that light up.

Put the light up
right after it happened.

Like some friggin'
reminder to me.

'Cause every time
I drive by,

I get to remember
how he got mangled...

by some Previa-driving
ass wipe from friggin' Maine.

Well, at least
you worked through it.

I'm gonna need to ask you
a few more questions,

so, uh, don't leave town
without checking
with me first.

Why?
Pretty sure
we just covered that.

[ Engine Idling ]

[ Truck Horn Blasts ]

[ Woman ]
* Went knock-knock-knockin'
on every door *

* Till I found you *

* Now that I found you *

* I ain't gonna let
my eyes off of you *

** [ Continues, Indistinct ]

Hey.
Oh, hey.

What are you
drinking?
Bourbon.

You don't drink bourbon.
Sometimes I do.

Have a seat.
I'm looking for Carlos.

His wife says
he likes to come here
for the old-school pinball.

Haven't seen him.
He's right there.

Oh, I didn't
even see him.

Hey, what was the name
of that kid's brother?
What kid?

Uh, Justin.
Was it Lane?

Lane? Yeah, maybe.
Why?

There's a shrine for him
at the State Road 301
and Interlake.

When was that accident
that killed him?
Year ago maybe.

To the day?
Maybe, about that.

Are you okay?

[ Laughs ]
Yeah. I'm just--

I'm fighting
with my wife is all.

You guys don't fight.
Not very often.

She ran off to her sister's.
Whatever. Big drama queen.
Right?

Hey, have a drink.

Let me take care
of this first.

Sure, sure.
All right?

I'll be here.

[ Bell Dinging ]

Why didn't you tell me
there was a tooth?

What are you
talking about?

It says you pulled a tooth
from the vic.

A cuspid from the alligator.

Why didn't you tell me?
What difference
does it make?

Carlos, a tooth can tell us
all kinds of things.

About the alligator.

Size, sex, migration--
Of the alligator.

Digestive system--
is it fast, slow?
One day? Two days?

Okay.
It's been three days.

Maybe the head's
still intact.

[ Laughing ]
Are you out of your mind?

How are you gonna find
the one alligator--

in a swamp of alligators--
who fed on our Jane Doe?

With the tooth.

No wonder
your partner hates you.

When's the tox screen
scheduled?
Tomorrow.

I wanna come with you.
[ Chuckling ]

I'm not taking you
to the lab with me.
Why not?

The last time I did that,
you told them they had
their head up their ass.

They do, or they did.

I have no idea if it's
a recurring problem or not.

I'll keep an open mind.
Look--

** [ Cell Phone Rings:
Salsa ]

Hey, baby.
[ Chuckles ]

No, no. I'm not
playing pinball.

Hey, uh, excuse me.
Where's the guy
that was sitting here?

Uh, he said he was tired,
but the beer's for you.

Melanosuchus
would be my guess.

Genus, even phylum--
I can't be certain
without more research.

But all members
of the Chordata family
are territorial.

And digestion is what?
Long? Short?

Oh, very slow.
Like, 10 days.

Let me hang on to this.
I'll do some blood work.

Probably give you size,
sex, coloring.
Will that help?

Call me.

Real cop.
Yeah.

Pretty cool.
We're working together.

A real case.

J.T. Landers?
Never heard of it.

It's a regional clothing chain
operating out of the Southwest.

I'm not big
on the fashion habits of women,

but would you
order this thing online?

Uh, depends.
Was I exceedingly drunk?

Not the online
shopping girl, huh?

Just trying to keep
an eye on the budget.

I was under the impression
nurses make good money.

We do. It's medical school
that's killing me.

The victim also had high levels
of capsicum in their stomach
from eating spicy foods.

Southwest spicy.

And traces
of tricresyl phosphate.

It's a neurotoxin
found in motor oil.

People get it
from breathing recycled air,

like on most commercial
airline flights.

You're thinking
she's a tourist.
Tourist. In town on business.

Although I'm trying not to think
anything too specific just yet.

That would explain
why she hasn't been
reported missing.

She's traveling
alone on business,
family back in Phoenix.

Not to suggest
anything too specific.

But is she a mom?
Because if she is,

I'm sure one of her kids
is trying to get
ahold of her.

See? Thank you.

I said that to my guy.
He told me I was nuts.

Oh. You have a guy.

He's not my own personal guy.
I have to share him
with the rest of the county.

So, your captain shot you
for not sleeping
with his wife,

and you ended up here.

More or less.

Got a little money for it.
Not a fortune, as it turns out.

But thanks to a rash
of short sales,

enough to set myself up
in a decent place...

and not have to look
over my shoulder.

But trust me, if it ever gets
too busy or too dangerous,
I'm out of here.

Is that more
or less?

That was less the parts
I'm leaving out till I get
to know you better.

You were fired.

You have a beer
or something?

I always have beer,
but, frankly,

I don't want my son to think
that there's something
going on here.

Can't we just tell him
there's nothing going on
while I sip my beer?

Technically,
I'm still married,

and Jeff likes to
dialogue with his father
about my activities.

Where is he?

He's supposed
to be in his bedroom
not doing his homework,

but my guess is
he's spying on us.

I meant his father--
the guy you're technically
still married to.

Raiford.

Impressive.

Yeah. Jeff!

- Jeff.
- What?

- Homework.
- [ Scoffs ]

Yeah, I know.
I finished.
All of it?

What part of "finished"
is confusing to you?

So, uh, what you guys
talking about?

Like you haven't
been listening.

Is that the dead woman
you guys found?

No. That's another woman.

Uh, yeah. Yeah,
that's the woman we found.

Whoa, cool!
What happened to her head?

Okay, this goes bye-bye.

She offer you a beer?
No, and I even
asked nicely.

- I'll get it.
- No, you won't.

Because he won't be here
long enough.

He was just about to get
to the reason why he came
and then leave.

- You, go upstairs
and do your homework.
- Oh, my gosh! I just told you.

- For real this time.
- Sorry about the beer.

Armed robbery--
my husband.
I wasn't gonna ask.

Now, is there really something
you want to run by me?

Or can we just
say good night?

When did you lose
your virginity?

- Okay. Look at the time.
- No, I'm serious.

One of my suspects may have
used her virginity
to manipulate a guy.

Now, I've heard rumors
about you people.

Is it possible for a girl
to lose her virginity
to more than one guy?

Sure. I've lost mine
three, four times.

- Really? And we just
fall for that?
- Every time.

What would you say about a girl
who lost her virginity
to a couple of brothers?

As in same-parents brothers?
Oh, that chick was good...
or desperate.

See? I knew talking to you
was a good idea.

Caiman, female.

About four years old.

Between nine and 10 feet.

Not bad
from just one tooth.

Got you one better.

Caiman aren't indigenous.

Probably someone's pet
who let it loose
when she got too big.

Won't be the only gator
in the area,

but she will definitely
be the only caiman.

Wait. There we go.

Broad snout.

Boney ridge
over the eyes.

Definitely caiman.

Female coloring.
Easy 10-footer.

- [ Gunshot ]
- [ Yelps ]

That's the one, right?

Animal's protected.

Well, then how come
I had such a clear shot?

[ Sighs ]

Unorthodox?
Try "nuts."

I'm not autopsying
an alligator.

Get that thing
off my table.
Caiman.

Then let the kid do it.
Right, and the chain of evidence
goes out the window.

See? You think I'm right.
I think you're nuts.

But we've been
over that already.

Hey, guys.

Tubal absorption runs along
the length of the thorax.

So anything this guy's eaten
over the last 10 days...

will be right along here.

Look at that--
all marked up for you
and everything.

Thanks for letting me
observe, Dr. Sanchez.
Really appreciate it.

Yeah. No problem.

Uh, Caiman latirostris
is pretty efficient
as a predator.

It eats fish, turtles,

small land creatures
like raccoon, possum--

pretty much anything that
ventures into its waters,

especially when it's nesting
or just gave birth.

Their enzyme production
is really low,

'cause they have, like,
no immune system.

And basically,
they never get sick,

so it gets pretty bagged up
in there.

Uh, catfish.

I'd say bream
or perch maybe.

Oh, box turtle.
[ Chuckles ]

Okay, that's it.
No, no, no.
There's more.

Yeah. I can feel it.
Definitely.

Oh, man. Sweet.

A jawbone.

[ Computer Beeps ]

Anything popping with that?

[ Mike ]
It keeps asking me
to update the software.

Ignore it.
Most departments work off
Adobe "3.9 years ago" anyway.

Tourists, transients, illegals.
This is Florida.

Thousands of visitors
from all over the world...

pass through here
this time of year.

Just focus on the ones
that have been
reported missing.

What if they haven't?

Family, coworkers, friends--
someone eventually calls it in.

- Then there's the HIPAA rules.
- Whoa.

We got a lot of legwork to do
before we start asking
for dental records.

Pace yourself.
It'll come together.

[ Sighs ]
You-You could help.

I found the jawbone.

I saved you a trip
to the high school.

Lane Brussard, class of '02.
And I quote:

"Okeechobee Southerner's
Are Sub-Human."

A quote that's been popping up
all over the high school
this past week.

We still don't know
what it means.

It means the one-year
anniversary of his brother
being killed by a tourist...

had not gone forgotten.

So I figured out who's
been painting on the sides
of buildings around here.

Your brother.
That's not funny.

Well, I don't mean
your brother per se.

I mean someone
who loved your brother,

someone who thought he was
a hero worth remembering.

We got a lot of people
like that.

Here's what I think
is going on,

and you tell me
if I've got it wrong.

You hate tourists.
I mean, who doesn't, right?

But unlike us, you have
a really good reason.

And knowing that,
I'd be kind of an idiot
not to pursue the possibility...

that you lured one of those
annoying ass wipes
into a situation,

killed her, dumped her body
in the swamp,

then dragged poor Erin
into it after the fact...

so she could witness you
finding her headless body.

How's that?

Only that's not
what happened.

I mean, you might
have done it.

I've been wrong before.
But I just don't see it.

See, the thing
about murder...

is you really have to be
able to keep it together
to get away with it.

And, I don't know,
something about the way
a kid like you...

is able to sit here
sawing away at Robbie's
chicken-fried steak...

just doesn't say to me
that, three days ago,

you killed a woman
and fed her to an alligator.

Now, what I do
see you doing...

is spray-painting
"Okeechobee whatever the hell"
on the side of buildings...

so no one would
forget your brother.

Will you give me that?

Okay.
Good.

Was it your idea
or your girlfriend's...

to plaster it all over
your high school?

She's not my girlfriend.
Not your girlfriend.

We're just hanging out.
Hanging out
with a 16-year-old?

I mean, it's just-- We were
both thinking about him.

I was drunk.
I passed out.

I just wanted
to remember him.

Sorry, kid.

Yeah, well, he was drunk.
That's not exactly news.

Kid doesn't even remember
trying before passing out
completely in the car.

Sure as hell can't account
for Erin's whereabouts.

Yet he can remember tagging
half the damn county.

I got calls in to all
the major airlines...

checking passenger lists
on flights from Flagstaff,
Phoenix, Albuquerque.

- I could've done that.
- I said I'd handle it.

The entire school was tagged,
so we should check and see...

if any female teachers
or employees have failed
to show up for work.

Eliminate by profile.
Oh, we do profiles now?

Approximate height, age,
weight. No children.

This is not
my first picnic, Jim.

I still say she'll turn out
to be a tourist.

Uh, bad cop work
sticking to one theory,
mi amigo.

[ Dog Whimpers ]

Did you bring your dog
to work?
Had to swing by the house.

Promised the wife
I'd look after it.

The last thing I need
is to come home...

with the neighbors banging on
the door that the damn thing
barked all day.

I'll check with the school,
and then I'll get back to you.

[ Whimpering ]
Would you just go?

[ Flies Buzzing ]

[ Jim ]
So, a Blow Pop, two Red Bulls,
corn nuts and lotto ticket.

She buy anything else--
beer, whiskey?

Offer to have sex
with you?
What?

Did she buy anything else?
Maybe came in with someone?

Our A.T.M. was down.
She asked where
the nearest one was.

I told her
it was across town.

Was her behavior odd
or suspicious in any way?

She seemed pissed off
about something,

a little wired for 2:00
in the morning really.

You can keep that
if you want.
Really?

** [ Stereo: Man Singing Rap,
Indistinct ]

** [ Continues ]

[ Kids Chattering, Laughing ]

[ Car Alarm Beeps ]
[ Boy ]
A'ight, go.

[ Boy #2 ]
Son, I told you.
[ Boy #1 ] What?

I told you already.

* She always stay by my side
because she care for me *

* Will you be there for me? *

** [ Continues, Indistinct ]

[ Callie ]
Girl bought a lotto ticket?

[ Jim ] Blow Pop,
two Red Bulls, bag of corn nuts
and lottery tickets.

He was drunk and passed out.
She had to do something.

Jeff doesn't drink those,
does he?
Yeah, lives on 'em.

- You know what's
in that stuff?
- No. Do you?

Oh! Make you pee
like a racehorse.

Two of those,
she'd be up all night.

Well, I haven't noticed
Jeff doing an inordinate
amount of peeing.

Am I bothering you?
Yes. I'm busy.

Don't take it personally.
I have a test on Monday.

I don't know--
16-year-old female killer?

Statistical long shot.

But she did lie about leaving.
Maybe even lied to Justin.

I still don't understand
why you guys do that.

Because we can.

It's special, or at least
you guys think it is.

You don't think
it's special?
I did at the time.

I saw Jeff hanging
with some older boys.

I know his friends.
They're okay.

Or maybe--
Was he smoking?
Nope.

You wouldn't tell me
if he was.

You can't talk Jeff
into doing something
he doesn't wanna do.

If he's into something wrong,
he got there by himself.

It's the best
you can hope for.

You have to read
that whole book?
Eventually.

Maybe I'll take Jeff
to a movie.

You barely have
enough time for yourself.
I'm sure he's bored.

Look, don't police my son.

Neither one of us are huge fans
of your line of work.

Yes, I understand that.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Mouthing Words ]
Mike.

The high school
hasn't reported...

any of their regular female
teachers missing, however--

She doesn't have to be
a regular employee.

Damn it, Jim!
Would you just for once
let me finish my thought?

Sorry.

[ Whimpering ]

There was a substitute teacher
who was scheduled
to teach last week...

who never showed up
and hasn't been
heard from since.

Did the substitute teacher
have a name?

Yes. Salazar.
Gina Salazar.

Huh.
[ Beeps ]

Jim?

Jim?

[ Beeps ]
[ Dog Whimpers ]

I hate you, too,
you little shit.

[ Whimpers ]

[ Jim ]
Sucks...

letting someone go.

Thanks.

Just not in the car.

[ Chattering ]

The night he was killed,
he was coming to see me.

Lane. He'd just gotten
off work at Pizza Hut,

and I told him
to meet me here.

I told him to wear
his Calvin Klein...

'cause I didn't want him
smelling like Pizza Hut
my first time.

I was so nervous.

Maybe he was too.
I don't know.

Maybe his mind
was just elsewhere.

I never told Justin this,
but...

he and Lane look really alike.

I mean, not in the face
or anything.

But like, you know,
their hands,

their voice.

It's so weird on the phone.

I thought that with Calvin Klein
and everything,

it might seem
like it was him.

Like if Lane hadn't been killed
on his motorcycle that night...

and we finally got to do it.

I really wanted it
to be him.

He was a surrogate.

You used Justin
in place of his brother.

He didn't like that--
subbing for his brother?

Threw a brand-new bottle
of C.K. in the creek.

Is that why you left?
Partly.

He was too drunk by then
anyway.

Tried for, like, 15 minutes.

You'd think
he'd stop drinking.

But I think trying
made him drink more.

So after he passed out,
I just left.

Tried to stay gone
a long time.

Went and got my daddy
his lotto scratchers.

I was mad, I guess.
I don't know.

Wanted Justin to worry about me.

How long were you gone?

I don't know, hour maybe.
So you left twice.

And you were gone
a lot longer than an hour.

You got here just after
2:00 in the morning,

then used an A.T.M.
at the bank in the strip mall
at the other side of town.

I went twice.

I told you I was trying
to make Justin worry about me.

You remember a Gina Salazar?

She sometimes substitute-teaches
at your school.

No.

Yeah. She served you
with detention
for writing...

"Okeechobee Southerners
are sub-human"
on your assignment.

Okay.

She's missing.

[ Sniffs ]
I guess that's better
than Pizza Hut.

- Hey! I think I got one!
- I'm impressed.

I was told there weren't
any fish in this creek.

Got lucky, I guess.

- What kind of fish is that?
- Looks like a shiner.

I thought you said
fishing was gay.

Hey, aren't I contaminating
a crime scene?

You're helping me
interview witnesses.

Doesn't look like
he saw much.

Thank him for his time,
send him on his way.

[ Mike ]
So the teacher's not missing?

She ran off
with some guy.

Husband was pissed
I even called.

Told me to shove his wife's
dental records up my ass.

Girl still lied.
Yeah.

Sometimes they do that.

Hey, I appreciate
your keeping
our streak alive.

Just burgers.

Under the circumstances,
I would've understood.

I know
I've been treating you
like my secretary.

Well, we got the jawbone.
I'll stay on it.

You know, you might
feel a bit better...

if you get out
whatever it is
that's bothering you.

I mean, look, I never intended
on playing this card, but--

We're partners,
but technically,
with seniority,

I'm your supervisor,
your boss.

I guess I know that.

I've given you
a lot of latitude,
too much maybe.

But how else was I supposed
to evaluate your worthiness?

I mean, hell, you won't even
wear the uniform.

I wear the badge,
you know, in spirit.

I've been doing
a good job here
for a long time.

I'm just trying to work in.
Well, I'm having trouble
with that.

You being here, I mean
it's not really fair
to either one of us.

Why should I feel like
I'm not up to the job?

- What are you doing?
- I'm trying to tell you
that this isn't working out.

No, I mean the meat.
You're smashing the burgers.
Dries 'em out.

[ Spatula Clatters ]

Look, I appreciate
you telling me
how you feel.

I know you and Janice
are fighting.

I know
that's hard for you.

You can't really
expect me to be sloppy...

just so you feel
better about yourself.

The burgers are done.

- When's Janice coming home?
- She didn't say.

She didn't say?

She must really
be mad at you.

I need to chop an onion.

Better get to these quick.

Do you even carry
your service revolver?

I checked your vehicle.
It wasn't there.

It's Sunday, Mike.
What do I need a gun for?

You pulled my wife's
dental records...

without telling me.

What kind of cop
looks into his partner
without telling him?

Your wife was missing.

- Well, that and your shoes.
- My shoes?

Which were all over
the crime scene.

To say nothing
of the M.E.'s report,

which confirmed the victim's
natural Florida tan...

and the fact
she'd never had children.

Probably settling for a dog,
which you hate...

but cared for so the neighbors
wouldn't get suspicious.

Jim--
Then, of course, there's
the capsicum in her stomach,

[ Dog Whimpering ]
evidence that she'd recently
eaten Southwestern spicy food.

And the fact that just hours
before she was killed,

she was on a commercial flight
wearing a blouse she bought
while visiting her sister.

Okay, Jim.
To be perfectly honest, amigo,
when you really think about it,

you were so incredibly
bad at this.
I said okay!

I feel kind of stupid
that it took me so long.

Your wife didn't
go to her sister's
because you had a fight, Mike.

She was flying back to tell you
she was gonna leave you.

And... you had a fight.

So, what are we gonna do?

I killed my wife,

mutilated the woman
I slept next to
for 16 years.

- You think I won't shoot you?
- Kind of hoping you won't.

I mean, look at you.
You act like a clown.

You treat the job
like an inconvenience.
It is kind of a pain in the ass.

Why should I take shit
from you?

'Cause I'm a better cop
than you.

I tried.

Jim, I really tried.

I mean, things didn't
always suck between us.

That wasn't my intention.

I'm talking about
me and Janice.

Oh. Sorry.

Um, what happened?

Everything happened.

I lost my confidence,
the--

I lost the one good thing
I had here at home.

Sick and tired of hearing me
bitch about you all the time.

I don't know.

If we'd had kids, maybe--

But it just got so bad.
I didn't know where
I wanted to be.

I didn't want to be at home.
I didn't want to be at work.

Did you ever not want
to be anywhere?

Here. I hate it here.

But the golf is great.

And I might have met someone.

She has a kid and is married
to a guy in prison,
but we'll see how it goes.

[ Laughing ]

Can you give me an hour?

How's that again?

So I don't have
to shoot you.

You wouldn't get very far.

[ Slider Cocks ]

[ Man ]
Hands up.
Give me the gun.

Got it.

Let's go.

[ Carlos ]
Did he say why?

Not really.
He blamed me.

I can see that.

Right. I'm so hard to work with,
a man killed his wife.

You are.

See that? Over your rudeness,
and I still punch it up there.

Damn it!

There you go.

Ouch.

If I make this
and break 80,

you're not gonna
kill your wife, are you?

And give you the satisfaction
of arresting me?

[ Chuckles ]
No way.

Yeah, baby!

[ Laughing ]
You're kidding me.

I miss, you're happy.

- You're an asshole.
- Why am I an asshole?

Well, I wouldn't be, like,
"Yeah, baby! Conka-chunka!"...

if you blew your chance
to break 80.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you doing?

- You're not gonna
give me that?
- That's four feet.

You're not gonna
give me that for 80?

Not four feet.

Oh. Are you an asshole now?

Okay.

[ Exhales ]

[ Callie ]
An 81.

You three-putted
the last hole.

Burned the edge
on the outside.

Went five feet past.
He gave me that one.

A gimme 81. Wow.

Hey, I feel good about it.
My game's in good shape.

I left a couple of shots
out there, but that's golf.

Oh, you watch
way too much Golf Channel.

I do. I really do.
Yeah.

[ Both Laughing ]

Thanks for taking Jeff
fishing.
Sure.

His dad never
did anything like that.

Well, he was trying to put
a roof over his family's head,

you know, by stealing things
that didn't belong to him.

I'm not making excuses.
I knew what he was doing.

I didn't like it
and I told him so,

but I knew
what he was doing.

Should've left him.
I could've.

But I didn't.

And then I didn't have to.

Well, you wouldn't be
the first woman in history
to divorce a man in prison.

Yeah, but then I'd be
the woman who divorced
her husband in prison.

What?

What?
You're staring,
and I don't--

Oh. No, no. Nothing.

Uh, just admiring the view.

[ Woman ]
* We stole every pleasure
in the dark *

* And now we think you'd make
a better theme park **