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Previously,
on "Briarpatch"...

Why are you in my dead
sister's apartment?

I'm just looking
for my bug!

- Who paid you?
- Ferness.

- Floyd Ferness.
- Felicity's boyfriend.

She was on to something.

Okay, something big.

After this week's
double car bombings...

We are declaring a manhunt

for Floyd Ferness.

- I can't protect you

if you don't
give me something.

- Can't nobody protect me now.

- One wonders, though.

Jake Spivey is ready to fulfill

his half of the bargain.

- He won't talk
until we have Brattle.

- If he's not willing to tie

those millions
of missing dollars

around Brattle's neck,

it's no concern of ours
if Spivey's taken out.

- Ever heard of Al-Namur?

Jake has done
some terrible things,

and I can prove them all.

- I know you.

You're my husband's
dead fiancée's sister.

- Your man, Strucker,
did he have family?

- He's got a wife.

I expect she's with him now.

- Several animals, including
the fearsome jungle cat,

remain unaccounted for.

In other news,
the funeral service

for fallen San Bonifacio
homicide detective

Felicity Dill

is set to take place

at Trinity Baptist Church
today.

The 28-year-old hero died
as a result of a car bombing.

- Thanks, Ginger.

We'll have more updates
on this story as we--

- The following resulted
in significant injuries.

Cody is in what we call...

To his head
and his extremities,

have left his brain scarred...

Oxygen.

We are, unfortunately...

running a little low on his
blood type, so...

No...

- The manhunt
for double bombing suspect

Floyd Ferness
continues to escalate.

Once a hometown hero,

Ferness is considered
to be armed

and extremely dangerous.

[Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings'
"Just Give Me Your Time"]

- Yes?

- Imagine walking
through a dark tunnel,

and there's a tightness
in your stomach

you can't seem to shake.

- Floyd?

- A square light appears
at the end of that tunnel.

You walk towards it.

Tightness increases,
and you step through.

Look up.

You're in the middle
of a packed stadium.

It's your first pro game.
You made it.

The crowd cheers.

Applause echoes like thunder.

You line up
behind the quarterback.

The play is called.

The ball is in your hands.

The only thing left to do now
is the thing you do best.

Run.

- And then suddenly,
you hear something different.

Pop!

You look down.
You're not running anymore.

You're falling.

It wasn't my knee
got wrecked that day.

It was my whole damn life.

- Jesus Christ, Floyd.

I had a headache
before you called.

- It's not fair.

What?
That you got hurt?

It could have been
your last game anyway.

You could've got cut.

A sinkhole could've
swallowed the stadium.

Shit happens, Floyd.

You're not special.

- Felicity thought
I was special.

- She thought you were a creep.

She had a secret apartment
so she could hide from you.

You found it and you had
Harold Snow bug her.

- I loved her.

- Honestly, Floyd, it just
sounds like she dumped you.

- You know what still
haunts me?

You'd think it would be
the sound in my knee, but it...

it's the silence,

in the stadium.

They knew,

before I did.

They all knew it was over.

You ever have that?

A moment you can't
come back from?

- It's not too late
for you, Floyd.

You can still do something
for her.

Tell me what's on the tape.

- Floyd?

Floyd?

Floyd?
God damn it.

Clyde Brattle picked me up
last night,

took me for a ride.

I don't know, Cyrus,
a camper van.

I'm fine.
Thanks for asking.

Not over the phone.
Meet me.

Yes.
I'll find the time.

Nope.

I have nothing better
to do today.

- Miss Dill!

I am Sergeant Henry Mock,

and welcome to your chariot
for the day,

courtesy of the San Bonifacio
Police Department.

We heard you don't drive.

I don't.

- Aces!
I do.

I volunteered to be yours
for the day.

A chauffeur, that is.

I am spoken for
by a Ms. Beatrice Mock.

Yeah.

We have been married
17 years this March,

and, if you need my

qualifications
for this assignment,

she can attest to my expertise

in driving her, crazy.

You might want me to shut up.

- Might.

- Yeah.
A little hung?

Well, just take a peek inside
that cooler to your left.

I put a few cold beers
in there just in case.

- You're a saint.

- I always do that
on a funeral detail.

First thing I do
when I get up in the morning,

pop a few in the freezer.

Get 'em good and cold.

Lots of people, they just,
need a little something,

to get 'em to a funeral.

That is a sad thing.

Funeral.

Well, I will shut up now.

- Thank you.

- You mind if we just
stop by the station?

There's something the chief
wants to bring you in on.

- There she is.

Dan, put your feet down.

Hey.

- We need to talk.

Ferness called me.

- What?
When?

- Just now, this morning.

He sounds desperate.

- What'd he say?

- That he didn't do it.

- Honey, they all say that.

Even when they're scrubbing
the blood out

from under their fingernails.

- You need to do--
- Allegra.

Trust us.
I'm gonna do my job today.

All I ask is for you
to do yours.

Mourn that sweet sister.

And speaking of which,
reason I had Mock bring you by.

Boys!
Meet Felicity's sister.

Allegra Dill.

Mock.

- First time I saw Felicity,

she was sitting
at that desk right there.

It's my first day on the job,

all my luggage is still
down in El Paso,

and I thought I'd,
you know, drop by early,

get a feel for the place.

It was 8:30 a.m.

I walk in and who do I see

but this slip of a girl?

Just sitting there,
working her way through

a box of kung pao
and a mountain of paperwork.

Every single day,
Felicity damn Dill

is sitting perky-assed
at that desk

before I can even park my car.

So, finally, I figure I'm gonna
do something about it.

So, 4:15 a.m., I march in,

feeling like I got the jump
on this little

brown-nosing flatfoot
can't find the time to go home.

So, I walk in this room.
What do I see?

Yep.
Officer Felicity Dill.

She turns to me with that--
that innocent expression

on that petite face,
and she says,

"I know you like
to come in early, Chief,

so I thought I'd make you
a cup of coffee.

Ain't that the tits?

I know when I'm beat.

That afternoon, I grabbed
Calvin Strucker and I said,

"I want you to promote
that Dill girl

just high as common sense
will let you."

And he said, "Why?
'Cause she's good?"

And I said, "Hell, no.

'Cause she's a pain
in the ass!"

- Yeah, that's right.

- To Felicity Dill.

May she be frustrating the shit
out of St. Peter in heaven.

- That's right.

- Yep.

- What?

- Just didn't know
she had a sister.

Long night?

- Long week.
Have a seat.

You sure you don't want to say
a few words today

at the service?

- Not my style.

- I just thought maybe
you could add something,

about her childhood
or your childhood.

- What did she tell you?

- Nothing.

- Ever think there may have
been a reason for that?

It wasn't like
what it was supposed to be.

Our family.

- How old were you
when they passed?

- 17.

Felicity was seven.

- And you were responsible
for her?

After the accident?

- I did what I had to do.

For the both of us.

- And that was boarding school.

- I didn't want her
to grow up here.

But if she had,

maybe she'd have had sense
enough not to come back.

- Well, I'm sure
you did your best.

But "anger gives
the devil a foothold."

At least according
to this book right here.

- Anger gives you a chance
to fucking survive.

- Hear that?
He's at the high school.

- You heard dispatch.
Let's get out of here.

- All right, team, let's go.

- High school?
- Yeah.

- Can't wait to see his face
when we nail him.

- We'll do our job,
You do yours.

- The first guy gets shot at.

- Floyd better be saying
his prayers.

- Attention all units,
we have a visual

on Floyd Ferness.

Last spotted
at SD High football field.

- So sorry.

- I'm so sorry, Allegra.
She was a good person.

- Thank you, Lalo.

- I'm sorry about your sister.

And about the other day.

- She had
the most angelic smile

and beautiful blonde curls.

Come to think of it,

that woman told me
her name was Francine.

I- I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry.

- I'm so sorry.

- All right, come on.
- God.

- Vultures, the lot of 'em.

They feed on grief.

The only solution
is make yourself

unpalatable.

Care to join me
in a little blood of Christ?

- Thanks.

What was that shit you pulled
with the mayor yesterday?

Humiliating him?

You angling for his job?

- No, come on, Pick.

Now, all that political stuff
can wait.

This here is important.

To Felicity.

A sweet, sweet girl,

and she would never, ever...

stop following us.

Even when we took her
to the town dump.

- Glad you're here.

- Boss.
- Yo.

Hey.
The, lawyer, right?

- Not today.
Just friend.

- Well, then, friend,

you've come to the right place.

There you go.
- Thank you.

- Gotta.

- Is he the only guard
you brought with you here?

Eliseo's the only one
who can wear my suits.

Well.

Think I just
realized something.

This must've been the room
he stole 'em out of.

- My God.

- You're right.

- Who stole what now?

- About 20 years ago,
the good Mr. and Mrs. Dill

went driving up to Colorado.

- In search of
an investment opportunity.

- It was a ghost town.

A literal ghost town.

For sale.
- Yeah.

And what they found instead was

the one corner on Earth
that Ambrose Dill couldn't cut.

Out on Highway 21.

90-yard drop.

Right over the side
of the mountain.

- My God.

I'm so sorry.
I didn't know that--

- They said that Dad died
from the impact,

but Mom died from relief.

All of a sudden.

I don't have to just finish
my calculus homework.

I have to plan a funeral.

- Every two-bit
con artist, hack,

and grifter south
of the panhandle showed up.

There's this one
real extravagant fella

named Chubb Hancock.

And, he's just making
a show the whole time.

Weeping and carrying on
during the service,

so much so
that he had to excuse himself.

- And he excused himself
right back here,

where we had the ashes

and the--
the pimento cheese sandwiches.

- The cheese sandwiches.

- Which he helped himself
to both.

- This man...

stole your parents?

- Ashes.
Both bags.

I guess Dad had said
he'd pay Chubb the money

he owed him over his dead body.

So Chubb stood right over
that body and swiped it.

And Mom's.

- That is a horrible story.

- Perspective, Counselor.

Levity is a part of life.

- What was it you said
back there, Pick?

About funerals
being too much fuss.

- "The dead don't need 'em,

and the living
don't deserve them."

I was 17 and...

Furious.

- And now?

- Now I'm 38.

- She set aside her own fears

so that she could
protect the innocent

from those who sought
to harm them.

In doing so,

Detective Felicity Dill
reflected our highest ideals.

On a personal note,
I would like to add that...

Felicity was an exceptional
colleague and...

And a...

a good friend.

- I will--
I will reflect upon our

intimate conversations fondly

in the days and years to come.

We take comfort
in the knowledge

that Felicity has finally
found peace in heaven.

Reunited
with her loving parents...

Ambrose and Isadora Dill.

We hold Felicity in our hearts.

Just as we hold
her only surviving relative.

Allegra Dill,
you are not alone.

The San Bonifacio
Police Department

grieves with you
and stands by you.

Today and always.

Please rise and--
and join me for a hymn.

- What's up?

- I need some fresh air.

- You're early.
- So are you.

Brattle wants to come in.

- Immunity might be tricky.

- He's willing to do time.

- Well, well, well.
That is a curveball.

- There's nothing in his file

that suggests
he'd be open to this.

- What changed?

- Assuming he's not bluffing?

Well, for one,

I think he's trying
to ratfuck Jake.

- A given.
And for two?

- I think he's tired.

- Did he say as much?

- He's living in a van, Cyrus.

He drove me
to an abandoned slaughterhouse.

It was full of drones.

- How many?

- At least two dozen.

- Livestock?

The slaughterhouse.
What did it process?

- Beef.

Unmanned drones
suggests drug smuggling.

That's not Brattle.
Or Spivey, for that matter.

- I think he was trying
to send me a message.

He mentioned Al-Namur.

It's a village
about 45 miles south of Aleppo.

They grow figs.

- Forget about the figs.

- I'll look into it.

In the meantime, you try
and meet with him again.

- You're not
seriously considering

doing a deal
with Brattle, are you?

He's a savage.

- Allegra, don't be squeamish.

- Cyrus,
tell the FBI he's here.

Or at least let me speak
to the senator about it.

- We both know
that's not a good idea.

- Brattle is the target.

He has been
since you put me on this.

Don't switch it up now.

- The hearing is imminent,
and Spivey is stalling.

- Cyrus, God damn it.

I already offered
Jake the deal.

He won't talk
until Brattle is in custody.

What am I supposed
to tell him now?

- You tell him nothing.

Not about this or anything
relating to our business.

You walk into the church.
You dab your eyes.

You mourn your loss.

And you will await
further instructions.

- This is horseshit.

- Here.

Fake it if you have to.

Don't let these people see
what you really are.

- That was a great speech, bud.

- It wasn't a speech.
It was a eulogy.

- Cool.
Did you rehearse it or...

- That's not how this works.

- Got it.
Got it!

So that was the first time
in the room?

Man.
You killed it, bro!

Killed it!

Word choice.
My bad.

- Hell, yeah,
we were close.

We were real close.

We talked just about every day.

In fact, I'm the last one
she talked to before...

You know?

She thought of me as someone
she could confide in.

I just wish she hadn't kept
so much bottled up inside.

Human connection
is such a gift.

- Well, that doesn't
sound right.

- What part?

- So, you were her lawyer?

- I was.

I was also her friend.

- Are you allowed to be both?

- Don't tell anybody.

- Okay.

- You know, I'm surprised
we've never met.

You know I practically helped
raise Felicity, you know?

Yeah, bought her first
fishing rod, first Barbie.

Well, the Barbie I stole,
but yeah.

Anyway, I figured
since your wife

was at my house yesterday,

I might come over
and introduce myself.

- My wife was at your house?

- Well, come on now.

You can't exactly hide a little
firecracker like that away.

Am I right?

I mean, hell, not even today.

- Wait, she's here--

- She's over by
the sacristy making small talk.

Boy.

But I tell you,
she is fine.

Respect.

- Excuse me.

- You're excused, Captain.

- I just needed some fresh air.

Can I have one of those?

Thank you.

- Do you smoke?

- No.

Funerals are hard.

I went to my mother's.

14 years old, stoned,
in goth makeup.

But I went.

It's about the only place
in the entire world

you don't want to be,
but it's the place

the entire world expects
to find you.

Front and center.

So I get it.

And I'm sorry.

- Thanks.

- I know it's odd.

But I had to come.
I'm worried about Gene.

He just loved her so much,
you know?

I think it's probably good

to be able to love
more than one person.

I wish I could.

- Lucretia,
you shouldn't be here.

- But here I am.

- Is she bothering you?

- No.

- I'm not a bother, Gene.

Don't treat me
like I'm a bother.

- Excuse us.

- What is that?

- Dill.

- Freddie Laffter.

- We're going with the stuff

about your sister's
insurance policy.

And the money sunk into
the apartment building,

all that crap.

Any comment you want to make?

- No.
No comment, Chuckles.

Nothing.

- I heard some of what
the boyfriend said in there.

Awfully pious for an adulterer.

Made her sound
like some kind of saint.

- And she wasn't?

- That a question
or a statement?

I know you've got doubts too,
Dill.

You can hate me all you want,

but we're the only ones

that see it plain.

- All I see is a sick old man

who's getting a sneak preview
of what's around the corner.

Even the cops weren't
sure about her.

Word has it that she got
into a screaming match

with Strucker,
her would-be father figure.

- About?

- Well, apparently,
young Detective Dill

couldn't keep her nose
out of Packingtown.

Even after he took her
off the beat.

- When was this?

- Three weeks ago.

Around the same time
she took out that policy

making you, what,
the second richest person

to ever come out
of the old neighborhood?

After your jarhead pal,
of course.

- Don't print anything
you can't verify, Freddie.

- Please.

All of this shit
is unverifiable.

The dead are just clay
for the living

to mold and shape
into whatever makes them

sleep better at night.

Speaking of which,

how are you sleeping
at night, Dill?

I thought so.

- It's breadknife weather.

- Come again?

- It's breadknife weather.

What Felicity used to call it.

Soon as it hit
the triple digits,

she knew she'd be busy.

People in this town?

When you crank the burner
this high,

they don't even bother
reaching for the pointy stuff

before they start
stabbing each other.

- Yeah, that sounds like her.

Sure does!

- Sergeant Mock.

Did my sister and Strucker
have a falling out?

- Well, um,
a family quarrel, more like.

Yeah, about three weeks ago.

Um, and Calvin,

he must've been
awful sore about...

- Are you working right now?

- Are you seriously telling me

you're buying
what they're selling?

- This is not a transaction,
Allegra.

People mourn in different ways.

- You think Floyd Ferness
killed her?

- I think today it doesn't
matter who killed her.

I think what matters
is that she's dead.

We've got to accept that.

- They don't get to decide
who she was.

They don't get to have her.

- The funeral is not
for Felicity.

It's for the people
who loved her.

To bring closure.

- I don't want closure.

- My grandmother's gravesite
is right over here.

I'ma pay her a quick visit.

- You come here often?

- Why, do you?

- I visit Daddy.

Every month or so.

I figure since he gave me
the silent treatment

most of my childhood,

there's time enough
to return the favor.

- What was she doing here,
Jake?

She had to come back
to this poisonous shithole.

- Poisonous shithole would look
good on a postcard, I admit,

but, you know, she and I
had another word for it.

- Don't.

- It's home.

- You ought to give her
more credit, Pick.

She really wanted
to fix this place.

When's the last time
you actually saw Felicity?

- Three years ago.

In D.C.

And how was that?

- It was fine.

- Pick, how fine
could it have been

if you never saw her again?

- I didn't ask her to come.

She...

heard something in my voice,
I guess.

- How bad was it?

- Bad.

The senator was on
finance then,

and I was investigating a guy
for insider training.

And I pushed too hard.

He didn't want to take
the fall.

So he took a swan dive off of
a ninth-story building instead.

- Ouch.

- And then one night,

there was a knock on the door.

And that's Felicity.

- That sounds nice.

- She got me back on my feet.

And at the end of three days,

I started walking
and talking again.

Went to the movies,
even laughed a little.

And then she was gone.

It wasn't special.
It wasn't anything.

- Christ.

I get it now.

You must have hated that.

Hated her for it.

Well, Felicity
taking care of you

when it's supposed to be
the other way around.

- Ready, aim, fire.

Pick!

["Taps" playing]

- Would you like to say
some final words?

Allegra.

- I remember now.

- Allegra.

- Hi...

I'm A.D. Singe.

Like "Scorch."

I'm a good friend--

I was a good friend
of Felicity's.

- No.

No.

No. No.

What...

Come on.

What...

[Niño Bravo's "Mi Tierra"]

Fliss.

God damn you.

Why'd you have to go
and die on me?

Fuck you for making me
come back here.

You dummy.

No one should ever
have to be alone here.

- Who are you talking to?

- Here.
Keep this somewhere safe.

- Is this...

- It's the recording.

From Felicity's apartment.

I think it'll tell you
who killed her.

- You didn't listen to it?

- Nah, it was encrypted.

Only one with the key is--

- Harold Snow.

- Yeah, I couldn't get to him.
Never had a chance.

Guess I'm used to that.

You need to scream now.

- What?

- I need you to scream.

- What?
No!

No!

- This needs to look real.
- Freeze!

- They can't know
I gave it to you.

- Don't you move, Floyd!

Let go of her now!
Let go of her now!

- Shit.

- Don't do this, Floyd.

Take your hands off her now!

Move, move! Go!

- Shit! Come on!

- Floyd, listen to me.

You were right about Felicity.

Okay, she got herself
into something

that she shouldn't have.

Strucker figured it out,

and that's why
they were targets.

- Get the perimeter, go!

- I know it wasn't you.

It doesn't have to go this way.

It doesn't.

- It's already gone.

- I don't want
to do this, Floyd.

Don't make me do this.

- It's fine.
It's fine.

It's fine.

- Figure this out, okay?
- No, please!

No!

- Stop!
- Floyd!

- Hands off to Ferness,
and he's hit,

but he's still on his feet!

He's at the 40!
Nobody can run at him!

30! 15!

[Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings'
"Just Give Me Your Time"]

- He's gone.

- We got one.
Floyd Ferness.