All language subtitles for Panhandle s01e02 One Billboard Outside.eng

[solemn music playing]

[wildlife chittering, chirping]

[boat whirring]

[unsettling music playing]

[gasps]

Do you know who did this?

You did.

[gasps]

Hey, hey. Shh...

You're having
the nightmares again.

You didn't kill me, okay?
You know you didn't.

[groans]

I found out you cheated.
Anything is possible.

That was thirdhand information
from two criminals.

Neither knew me
or who I was or what we had.

-Have.
-You're just a projection.

I can make you say
anything I want.

How can a clam cram
in a clean cream can?

How can a clam cram
in a clean cream can?

See?

When you talk, it's me talking,

so I can't trust
anything you say

since I can't trust myself.

You know me, Bell.

Do I? Did I?

I'll tell you exactly
who put this in your head. Her.

Don't say it. Do not say it.

Officer Cammie Lorde.

[dramatic music playing]

Wow.

You really do
have awesome teeth.

It's just you and me out here,

Spray Tan Sam.

And as much as it pains me
to say it,

you can service my needs.

Anytime.

[radar gun beeps]

Six miles over?

Really?
Is that the best you can do?

[siren whoops]

Shit.

-Palanko.
-Bless you.

Sounds like a sneeze, you know?

-Yeah.
-Palanko! [laughs]

Kind of?

Hello? Is this thing on?

I wouldn't point your gun
straight at your face.

So not bad for a case
you were told wasn't yours to pursue.

Obvious question,
but isn't our actual goal

to reduce the criminal
population of Okaloosa County?

Officer Lorde, I know
Bell Prescott got in your head,

but I'm gonna warn you.

He is leading you down
a dangerous path.

Now, maybe you think
you can fix him.

You wouldn't be
the first woman to try.

Hmm.

[Southern accent] Oh, no.

Bell Prescott
has gotten in my head,

and now my heart's
all aflutter.

[normal voice] No,
that is not happening here.

Good.

Then consider this
friendly advice.

Stay away from Prescott
for your own good.

And don't kid yourself.

One solve
does not make you a detective.

Did you have tuna for lunch?

Was it a sandwich
or a StarKist Snack Pack?

-Snack Pack.
-Ah.

Why don't you do us
both a favor

and get back
to your actual job?

[upbeat music playing]

You got it, boss.

[chuckles]

[whispers] Snack Pack.

[man on video call] You should
not be doing that.

You think you can beat me
by getting inside my head,

but you're wrong, Skramstad.

No, I think I can beat you
by just beating you.

Can't know
what anyone else is thinking.

You may think you know them,
but it's a lie.

Their lying hearts will one day
deceive and destroy you.

Ha!

[sighs]

Mate in two moves.

Ah!

[upbeat music playing]

Bellwether, I have an idea.

I've been thinking.

Maybe a good therapist can--

Charge me a fortune?

Prescribe me drugs
I haven't already tried?

Say things like
"We just had a breakthrough,"

which they will only say
because I give

excellent breakthrough face.

Have you seen
my breakthrough face?

This face got me out of two
different rehab facilities.

Or maybe a therapist
can help you.

You're getting worse again.

-Solving that murder was--
-A good thing.

Generally, solving murder
is a good thing

unless you're the one
doing the murdering,

which I most certainly am not.

Was it? A good thing, I mean?

Sure.

Aside from someone
accusing my dead wife

of extramarital copulation,
it was a blast.

Stop! Stop.

Every time
you go into that barn,

you get morose
and obsessed and depressed,

and I won't have it.

[quirky music playing]

Mother.

I am just terrific.

I'll see you at lunch.

Ugh.

[upbeat marching music playing]

Turn that damn thing off.

Come on, dude,
it's the Village High Marching Band

at Shrimp Fest 2018.

Now, wait, wait--

-[cymbal crashes]
-That was me. Sweet.

My mother put you up to this?

Yeah, she wanted you
out of the barn. Mission accomplished.

Hey, hey, don't make me
punch you in the face.

I don't want to break
your nose again.

I'm going back in there,
Checotah.

[dialing phone]

I intend to find out
whether I've been mourning an adulteress

or a love for the ages.

What are you doing?

911, I have an intruder.

-Dude, seriously?
-Moseley, no!

Oof!

[groans]

Just totally avoidable, man.

[theme music playing]

[both grunting]

-How would your mum feel--
-[screaming]

[Checotah] Don't do it.
Don't do it. Don't do it.

This was the emergency?

Remove this man at once,
or I will hold you all in contempt.

Hey, Cammie, looking good.
You change your beauty regime?

A little something
I like to call not showering for a week.

Ah! Any more of this,
and I cannot be held accountable for what I do.

Is anyone even listening to me?

Hey, as much as I love this,
Checotah.

All right.

Sorry, ma'am.

-See you later, Bell.
-Bye.

[sighs]

That wasn't an intruder.
That was your friend.

I need you.

For what?

To find out how a person lies.

Your whole life is a lie,
but you walk around seemingly okay with it.

Wow, you're like
a heat-seeking insult missile.

Oh, boy.

Turns out I know everything
about the world

and nothing about my wife.

You're very dramatic.
You know that, right?

I don't see how
I can help you here.

Didn't know her.

She seems like
she was interesting though.

Do you remember algebra class?

You have a very annoying way
of talking. Just get to it.

They always ask you
to show your work. You know why?

'Cause one wrong move
early in the equation throws the whole thing off.

You can't get the answer
if you work off the wrong hypothesis,

and I've been working off
the wrong god damn hypothesis.

So if I have this right,

you want me to help you
solve your wife's murder

so that you can figure out
if she really loved you.

Well, when you say it
like that, it sounds insane.

Here's the problem.

I saw the file, and I think
the cops got it right.

Vida Prescott had a fight
with her husband.

She took off to the bayou,

probably to buy drugs
from the drifters at the Muck.

She had on expensive jewelry.

Someone killed her for it,
and when the cops showed up,

the drifters booked it
to the Everglades or Epcot or Tony Roma's

or wherever the hell
people book it to when they're in Florida.

Whoever killed her...

I'm sorry, Bell, but they're
long gone from Boggsville.

I accept that as a possibility.

I just ask you to entertain
an alternative.

That the investigation
was wrapped up in a hypothetical bow

because no one
wants to look under

the Panhandle's
dirty little rocks.

But look, if you're content
being the town traffic cop,

if the Palanko arrest
is the crowning achievement in a forgettable career,

then move along.

Nothing to see here.

I can do this without you.

Okay. Fine.

[dramatic music playing]

[sighs]

I have one condition.

I want all of it.

All of the evidence from all
of the cases that you solved

and did nothing about.

Why?

Because for half a minute
there yesterday,

I thought
I could do something real.

Maybe I was right.

I'm sick of being
the town traffic cop.

If you need help with these--

Has it ever occurred to anyone

that I'm a fully
capable person?

Honestly, it hadn't
till you just said that.

[sighs]

I see it now.

What?

The whole not showering thing,

it works for you.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Got it back from Okahoochee.

I am sincerely moved.

Don't be.

[all cheering, horn honking]

[rock music playing]

[radar gun beeping]

[pensive music playing]

I don't know,
but I bet I can find out.

Ooh, I'm telling you,
that boy is gonna see red now.

He thinks that I'm not gonna
hear about his bachelor party just 'cause it's in Pensacola.

[laughs]

What happens in Pensacola
sure as hell don't stay in Pensacola.

Especially if what happens
there is herpes.

-Oh.
-What?

Unkind, but true.

Hey, Cammie.

Oh, thank the Lord.

-Hey, girl.
-[both smooch]

You finally gonna
let me attack that problem on top of your head, huh?

Ooh!

What you see as a problem,
I see as something that takes no time.

Mm-hmm.

Not that I have anybody
to impress, just by the way.

Oh, well, you don't do
your hair for the men.

You do your hair for yourself.

And who came up
with that shit? You?

[chuckles] I'm doing this
to make Odell go insane.

Uh-huh, which will make
you feel good,

which proves my point.

Okay, see, that there
is what's known as a tautology.

That's like saying the sky
is blue 'cause the sky is blue.

Now, see, I'm over here
trying to spread wellness,

and you "tautologilizing"
all over my shit.

-[laughter]
-Whatever.

You know what
I was trying to say. Shoot.

But since
I ain't fixing your hair,

you finally ready
to change your life?

Uh, girl, please,
my life is perfection already.

Girl, your hair
is pulled back so tight you can barely see straight.

[all laughing]

Okay, okay, fine.
I came for the brain trust.

Anybody know
where JoJo McDunnough went after he won the lottery?

Hmm, well,
I know his cousin's ex-cousin.

I can ask her.

How do you become
somebody's ex-cousin?

-You heard of--
-Oh, never mind. Florida.

Or you could just ask me.

-Hmm?
-Okay, with the details.

Okay, this is why
I love my crew.

Where is he?

So word is,
JoJo blew all his winnings

on bingo and "massage parlors."

Moved into an apartment
on Northside.

-[all] Oh.
-Yeah.

-Guess I'm going to Northside.
-I guess so.

-Y'all pray for me.
-I will.

Pack your holy water.

[all laughing]

[knocking]

[JoJo] I told you!
No god damn credit!

JoJo McDunnough--
Boggsville PD!

[intense music playing]

-Hey!
-[both grunting]

Damn.
This is a dumb idea, JoJo.

[panting]

That looks uncomfortable.

Ah, how fare the arrests?

They fare like shit because
I can't read your handwriting.

I yearn for the days
of penmanship, flourishes,

curlicues and arm exercises.

I'll take a course.
Fantastic idea.

Great, well,
before you sign up,

can you tell me what this says?

Ah.

The McDunnough case.

Yeah, that says "Eisenhower."

Corresponding with
the third and sixth numbers in the sequence, 55 and 57.

Stop by when you're done.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
wait, can you repeat that

with slightly less respect
for my math skills?

Really? Seemed obvious to me.

Eisenhower was president
in 1955 and 1957,

indicating those numbers
were likely abbreviations,

as in what one does
when one buys a lottery ticket

using birthdates
as one's totem.

Birthdates, which, as I recall,

belong to
Emilia McDunnough's parents.

Yeah, obviously, I was just--

-I was just double checking.
-[hangs up]

[clears throat]

[sighs]

On May 12th, 2021,

you broke into
Emilia McDunnough's apartment

and pushed her out
the back window.

You got a thing
for back windows, JoJo?

You know, she's my aunt.

If my fingerprints was there,
it was 'cause I was helping her out.

What if I told you I knew
that she bought the ticket, not you?

Oh, yeah, sure.

But she bought it for me.

-Oh, she bought it for you?
-Mm-hmm.

Because you wanted to play
6-15-55-9-22-57.

Yeah.

The birthdate
of both of her parents?

Right, right, right.
Right, her parents are...

My grandparents?

Right.

Oh, you got
a lot of friends, JoJo,

a lot of real skinny friends.

-So? I'm popular.
-Oh, yeah?

Bet you are.

What are you doing?

I'm just going
on a little Easter egg hunt.

Except instead of searching
for Easter eggs,

I'm searching for...

a-ha.

Crack.

Hmm.

[upbeat music playing]

-Crack.
-[moans]

Oh. [grunts]

Crackety-crack-crack-crack.

Man, how the hell
do you know where it all is?

Well, because every time
you look somewhere,

I know that that's where
the crack bunny hid some crack.

Wow, you are so dumb.

[scoffs]

-Hey, hey!
That's a family heirloom! -Uh-huh.

Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho!

Take that.

Hey.

Oops.

[glass cracking]

Ah, that feels good.

-Oh, jeez.
-I know, I know.

I should be writing tickets,
but people shouldn't get away with murder.

Cam, before you go in there--

Later, Urleen.
I have a Confederate to book.

Hello, Cammie.

Long time.

[dramatic music playing]

What do you want, Marcus?

Just a friendly conversation.

Cut the shit.

You're here
about Arvin Palanko.

You think that you can play
on our relationship

so you can get a quote
for your damn paper.

Well, here's a quote. Go away.

And here's a second quote.
No, we don't validate.

And here's a third quote.
You look like a preppy asshole.

-[laughs]
-And here's a fourth quote.

-You don't get a damn quote.
-Are you gonna let me talk?

Or are you just gonna keep
barking at me?

Well, spit it out.
What do you want?

I want a little time
with Tyler.

[scoffs]

You haven't seen him in a year
and now you just show up?

I know, I know.
I feel bad, Cammie.

I feel really bad, but
there's no hidden agenda here.

I'm just trying to do
the right thing.

I don't...

Look, now's not a good time.

-Cammie.
-Now, I have work to do.

Just give me a second,
all right?

Tickets won't write
themselves, Marcus.

-I gotta keep Boggsville safe.
-Cammie.

[dramatic music playing]

[Vida] You don't
have to do this, Bell.

You think I wanna do this?

Please tell me there
is a simple explanation

for why someone would think
you were having an a--

You know I love you, carino.

I know you use Spanish
when you're trying to seduce me.

But I do love you.

Yeah, moving here
to the middle of nowhere wasn't ideal,

and living with your mother--

I mean, I like your mum,
but you're over 30.

-This is about my mother?
-It's a little Norman Bates-y.

There were issues.

You're moody.
You hated my family.

You think you're smarter
than everyone.

You're drunk all the time.
I'm drunk all the time.

I stabbed you in the back
with a letter opener once.

-Just regular, everyday issues.
-[hissing outside]

[sniffs]

What's that smell?

Hey, Bell.

Your mama told me
there was a drunk, self-pitying pest inside.

Darby, I'm falling apart.

What did she tell you?
Was she cheating?

The truth is, I don't know.

Vida was worried about you.

You changed, before all this
and after your dad, you just...

[sighs]

Vida did come to me.

[soft dramatic music playing]

She wanted help,
but I didn't know how.

I don't know
if she was having an affair.

All I can say
was that she was lost.

She felt alone.

And I think
you digging into this now...

it's not gonna change anything.

[thunder rumbles, rain patters]

Vida!

[intense music playing]

[sobbing] Vida!

Vida.

[twig snaps]

[thunder booms]

Sup, dawg?

[gasps]

In the months
after Vida was killed,

I reconstructed her last day.

Receipts, phone calls,
people she saw.

That was before the...
accusation.

-Maybe I missed something.
-Hmm.

Like a booty call
from her side piece?

Booty call? I swear
I'm gonna slap this bitch.

That attitude is not helpful.

Really? You're trying
to figure out

whether or not
she was cheating,

and I can't even infer
a cheating scenario

without you getting
all up in my ass?

What word would you
like me to use?

Instead of affair,
should I use a fun codeword like lollipop?

-That is not funny.
-[distant thunk]

[Cammie] Oh, Jesus.

Oh, he'll be fine.

He'll be assassinating
rice rats in no time.

Slingshots, for the most part,
are totally safe.

This is insane. I gotta go.

I heard about JoJo.

You want more of those, right?

Can I mention the lollipop

which we're trying
to figure out,

or are you gonna
act all freaky?

You may mention the, uh...

unmentionable.

I just need you
for a few hours.

We'll retrace her steps
and find out what she was hiding.

[both] You're really gonna
leave the property again?

I'm filled with...

confidence.

Stop, stop.

-[tires skid]
-[Cammie] What?

I'm having second thoughts.

Yeah, I get that.

[engine revs]

[screaming]

[screaming continues]

[panting]

Would you stop? Stop.

I'm fine.

-Are you sure?
-I'm fine.

It was here.

The day started here.

She came around 11:00 alone.

She ordered torrijas
and cafe con leche.

I know that from the receipt.

Also, she forgot
to leave a tip.

Or she came here
with her boy toy.

Yeah, they paid separately
because that's what you do when you're sneaking around.

She probably
didn't forget the tip. He paid it.

Sorry, not sorry.

What's next?

[brakes squeak]

She got gas at Raceway,

filled her tank
at full service prices.

[Cammie] Who does full service?

Vida.

She always said
she didn't wanna

deprive the attendants
of their livelihood.

Or this was the guy.

Pumping her full of...

gas.

-You proud of that one?
-No, not really.

Started off strong,
but then it ended up turning into a flatulence pun.

-Keep driving.
-Okay.

[Bell] Gas was at 12:12,
then hiking.

She could've gone out
to the trails

near the Air Force base
or the Rocky Bayou trails,

but I think she came out
this way near the River Trail.

Or hiking was a lie
so she could be off the grid,

unreachable.

[sighs]

Welcome to my world.

Finest speed trap on I-10.

I can make the town six grand
on a good weekend.

You stare at him all day?

[Cammie] Who, Spray Tan Sam?

I don't know,

he's kind of attractive.

She could have been anywhere.

She could've been hiking,
she could've been fornicating,

talking about life
with a know-it-all and his gun-toting mother.

What the hell am I thinking?

Are you gonna spiral out here?

Because if
you're gonna spiral--

I'm currently spiraling.

I have been spiraling
the entire time!

I am currently mid-spiral,
in case you hadn't noticed.

Okay.

Well, let's just say that
there are a couple of hours that we can't account for.

She got a parking ticket
at 2:46.

-Where?
-I don't know.

Meter number 51163013.

I remember
because it's the coordinates for Chernobyl,

without the decimal minutes,
of course.

[scoffs]

You remember that,
but you can't remember which parking meter?

There is only so much
one can accomplish

from the confines
of one's home, even me.

Okay.

Wow.

[quirky music playing]

[Bell groans]

[high-pitched ringing]

[Cammie] Chernobyl, you coming?

-Bell, you okay?
-Yes, I'm fine.

All right.

[moans]

-Ugh. Come on--
-I said I'm fine.

God, all right.

Hey, did Vida
have health issues?

[pensive music playing]

Is that gonna hurt?

No more than when it went in.

But from now on,
let's remember not...

Ah! Ho!

...to stand behind fishermen
who are casting their lures.

Oh, that's good.

You really need
to write that down?

[distant pained shouting]

The Wright Institute
for Facial Regeneration.

Facial Regeneration? Seriously?

He's gonna waste his talents
on people's vanity.

I'm going to nip, tuck,
and fill my way

to a six bedroom estate
on Jackson Lake.

Boat dock, mm.
It's gonna be nice.

You know you can have
all that here.

Oh, did I not mention
the prime draw?

It's not in the Panhandle.

Mm, I hear you on that one.

We've come for information.

Vida was here
the day of her murder.

Yeah, well, I wasn't.

I know,
but you took over the practice

from Dr. Vicstein, and with it
came his patient files.

Patient files covered
under HIPAA.

Doctor-patient confidentiality.

Information can be disclosed
to law enforcement officials for law enforcement purposes.

You write tickets.

Expensive tickets.

And I'm on a first name basis
with Judge William DeBolt.

Billy.

So I can be back in an hour
with a warrant that'll

make your patients rethink
their primary care provider,

or you could do yourself
a favor and cooperate.

Your choice, doctor.

I know that speech.

Law and Order season three.

Logan goes after that doctor
who was an angel of death.

Season three.

-When the show found itself.
-So right.

-[Cammie sighs]
-Logan and Briscoe.

The show was never the same
after Jerry Orbach.

Call me crazy, I like Ed Green.

You know,
has anyone ever told you

you have, like,
a Jesse Martin thing happening?

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

-You think so?
-Oh, I know so.

-Nah.
-[chuckles]

Not cool, man.

Sorry, sorry.

Oh, and by the way,
Jesse Martin was at least 25% hotter than you.

So not cool.

[door creaks]

Find something?

No.

She wasn't even here that day.
No appointment, no bloodwork,

which makes no sense because
we know she parked right here.

Chernobyl.

Maybe she was here
but not here.

That used to be
a lawyer's office.

I remember because
I came here for an ultrasound,

and when I saw Tyler move,

I knew Marcus
couldn't be a part of it,

so I went next door,
checked his rates.

Couldn't afford it, so I left.

My point is, maybe...

maybe she was here
to see a lawyer, Bell.

So you're saying Vida
wasn't just having an affair,

she was also
going to divorce me?

[chuckles]

[moans]

No, no, no, no, no.

Ooh!

He practiced here for years.

You don't have
a forwarding number?

For old clients?

Yeah, I know he moved
to Boggsville, but he left years ago. Go!

This is a police issue.

I need to discuss
a case with him.

-Boynton Beach, Cocoa Beach...
-[beeping]

-Hello, you there?
-Dania Beach, Daytona Beach...

You kidding me?

It's just a mantra.

[Cammie sighs]

Florida cities with "Beach,"
alphabetically.

No, no, no, not you.
Just, the call dropped.

This Wi-Fi's shit.

[upbeat music playing]

What?

-Get me out of here now.
-Okay. Can you--

All right, come on.

[grunts]

-[sighs]
-[Bell groans]

[bell dinging]

[Cammie] Beekeeping, really?

What the hell?

[Bell] It's the middle
of the night.

Don't tell me
you're ice fishing.

So on top
of all your other shit,

you have a chess compulsion?

Skramstad is the best hacker
north of the 60th parallel.

[groans] You woke up Mother.

His mother?

Oh, my God, he's like
the Scandy version of you.

Mother is the name
of my mastiff.

He needs his sleep.

Why would you name
your male dog Mother?

Irony. Who is this?

Nobody.

I need you to find
the Wi-Fi connections on my wife's cell phone.

I take it you want to track
her secret life,

see which networks were known
and logged into,

which will give you
some degree of closure?

Is everyone a therapist
these days?

Yes.

Plug the phone
into the USB, turn it on, and wait for my call.

[line beeps]

Okay.

I hope you're hungry.
I made frog's legs.

I like frogs.
I don't wanna eat them.

-You like cows?
-Yeah.

-How 'bout pigs?
-Sure.

You like hamburgers
with bacon on them?

-It's my favorite.
-Uh-uh. No.

You like them,
and you eat them. That's life.

For one thing to survive,
another thing has to go.

[Cammie] We'll talk
about this later, Ty.

It's my fault.
Indigo never really understood kids.

He talked to Bell
like he was an adult from the day he was born.

What was your dad like?

[Bell] Mm...

He's dead.

Tell me about your dad.

He's okay.
I don't see him much.

How about other relatives?

Grandparents, aunts, uncles?

We have lots
of these old photos around.

I bet you have
some good ones too, right--

We don't dwell in the past.

You do that long enough,

you get so stuck
you barely leave the house.

[bell dings]

[Skramstad] OysterHaven.

That's a bar in Fort Walton.

Diddleys-on-the-water.

Bar in Panama City.

I sense a theme here.

We liked to drink.

Shared pastimes
are good for a marriage.

Had your liver checked lately?

Is that it? 14 saved networks?

Fiifteen, one more.

[chuckles] Probably
a bar somewhere.

DRM-8GL-V8GR.

-Not familiar?
-No.

How do we find it?

You don't. You won't find it
without a router ID or a spectral analyzer,

which even you don't have.

Oh, and by the way,

checkmate.

[line beeps]

Dream-8. Glove-8.

Dorm-8. Galivate?
What's galivate? That's nothing.

-If it were a word,
I'd know it. -Bell.

Think.

It's a lead.

Bell.

We toured the town,
I stayed for lunch,

I have to take Tyler to karate.

That can wait. This is big.

No, please stop talking.

You know what's big
for that kid in there?

The one that you used to get
information out of me?

-Karate.
-I need you here. This is my life.

And you know that class?

The one
that you want Tyler to miss?

That's his life,
which is my life,

which is real.

Okay? Whatever it is
that you're chasing,

we don't know
if it's real at all, do we?

[dramatic music playing]

[Moseley growls]

Am I a bad person?

-No.
-Absolutely.

Seriously, am I selfish,
self-absorbed?

Both.
All those things, you know?

You don't really listen
to anybody.

Don't really care about
anybody but yourself.

And your follow-through
is piss-poor, man.

Okay, I will not have you
insult my man.

You screwed
my whole family over

when you flaked
on the seafront thing.

We were gonna open
a restaurant,

rent kayaks and shit.

I hate to say it,
you're kinda universally hated by this whole town.

There's gotta be
another explanation.

[Checotah] For everybody
to hate you?

For this supposed lover.

I have to find him.

Maybe he was obsessed
with Vida.

Maybe she refused
to sleep with him,

and that made him insane,
and he killed her.

And maybe that's why
she went to the lawyer, to get a restraining order.

Maybe I'm making it worse.

What should I do?

I don't know, man.

Find a good doctor,
priest, or lawyer,

you know,
someone with, like, a necktie.

They're all dumber than me.

[quirky music playing]

You could try talking
to the toad.

Toad?

[mysterious music playing]

The toad has the answers?

5-MeO-DMT. Total pantera shit.

Oh, like ayahuasca.

Drink a little tea,
get a little clarity?

Ayahuasca's like
a three-hour bus tour of Paris museums.

5-MeO-DMT is like strapping
yourself to the nose

of a rocket that flies
into the sun and evaporates.

And that's a good thing?

People say it's like 15 years
of psychotherapy in 15 minutes.

[sighs]

What happens next?

I don't know, man.

Ask the toad.

Anything?

[slow moaning]

Lightweight.

[mysterious music playing]

Checotah?

[toad croaking]

[young Bell] William Moseley!

Dad?

It's a gift that comes
with responsibility, Bellwether.

If you don't take care
of the things you love,

you lose them.

[young Bell]
Don't fight the toad, Bell.

Indigo?

No, Mum, don't.

[gasps]

[dramatic music playing]

[crows cawing]

[gasps]

[groans]

[gasps]

[groans]

[sinister music playing]

[panting]

Stop running and follow me
to the lighthouse.

I can't go there.

It's a dream.
You can go anywhere.

[sirens echoing distantly]

Cammie.

This isn't about you.

[hand thuds]

[banging]

[thunder rumbles]

Oh.

Pay attention, Bell.

You can manage that, right?

[gasps] Oh!

I've got it.

The toad told me
who Vida was sleeping with.

Dude,
it's been like five minutes. This shit lasts for--

[flies buzzing]

Bell?

I need Cammie.

[mellow music playing]

Hey, hey, hey.
You sure about this?

You're sure she was having
an affair with Sam Lund?

The Wi-Fi network
that we couldn't track,

it's on his billboard.

"Dream Big, Live Bigger."
The eights are B's.

Well, at least
she had good taste.

You're awfully cruel
for a unicorn, don't you think?

I-- I don't even wanna know.

But you do know he's here.

Yeah, yeah, Bitty's ex-husband
knows a guy whose third wife

is Sam Lund's
assistant's sister.

Listen, Bell.
Before we do this,

finding the truth
about someone you love

doesn't always end well.

Oh, you beautiful unicorn,
I know it, but...

I can't help it. [chuckles]

Okay. All right, come on.

Excuse me.

All right, clear a path.
Thank you.

-Boggsville PD.
-Whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
You okay?

-[mumbling]
-Can you do this?

Fort Walton Beach.
Hallandale Beach.

Highland Beach.

Holmes Beach.

There. Hey!

You cuckolded me,
you god damn bastard!

I'm talking to you,
you Packsaddley devil!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Bell, calm down.

I will not calm down.
This man seduced my wife.

Maybe he killed her.
I don't know.

But I am owed some answers,

and he has horns!

Everyone, this man has horns!

[crowd muttering]

He doesn't have horns, does he?

Mm, not so much.

Bell Prescott.

Vida's husband.

Mm.

J'accuse.

Bell! Hey!

[both struggling]

Hey, hey!

-[gunshots]
-[crowd shouts]

-[guns cocking]
-Everybody freeze!

-[man] Don't move!
-Sammy?

-Oh, my God. Are you okay?
-I'm fine.

Apparently
this gentleman thinks that I slept with his wife.

[quirky music playing]

Wait, you're...

Paul and I
have been together for years.

We have two kids.

So you and Vida weren't...

She logged into your Wi-Fi
regularly.

Yeah, well, she was looking
to rent a seafront apartment,

and she had
very particular tastes.

An apartment? But--

Oh.

Yeah.

She was looking to move out.

Go figure.

Okay. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
We're done here.

Drop it.

Sorry, Bell.

I know this hurts.

Maybe it was always
as simple as the police said.

We had a fight,
she ran to the swamp, and that's that.

Nothing more.

[line ringing]

-It's Sam. Sam Lund.
-The real estate guy?

You told me if I ever had
a certain visitor

asking questions to call you.

Yes.

I'm calling.

[foreboding music playing]

Can we visit
the Prescotts again?

Um, we'll see.

-I like Ms. Millicent.
-I know.

Where's my grandma?

I'm not sure, bug.

How come
we don't have any pictures?

You mean like family pictures?

Well, you see, um...

the thing is,

some people,
they like to live in the past.

But me, I like it now
because I have you.

[both chuckle]

And we have each other,
and that's all I need.

So good night, doggie lovey.
Mwah!

[both giggling]

Good night, ruffly guy.

-He's a stegosaurus.
-Oh, that's right.

I knew that. I knew that.

-Hmm?
-Aw, okay, good night.

Mm. [kisses]

Yeah, it just says
no recent sightings.

Can you just put me
on an alert list if anything changes?

I appreciate it.

[knocking]

Get lost on the way
to the porn star's house?

-We need to talk.
-Twice a year.

Christmas and birthdays.

I know,
and I wanna change that.

What are you--
Did you find God or something?

It's been a tough year, okay?

The paper's losing money.

Nobody believes
in news anymore.

I had a heart attack.

I'm fine.

But I had to make some changes.

I was thinking that things
could be different.

This is not about
what's best for me.

This is about
what's best for Tyler.

Hmm.

I'm asking you nicely,
Cammie, this time.

What is that supposed to mean?

It means I'm asking me-to-you.

But if you make me
ask you officially,

if we have to walk
into a courtroom,

what name would you use,
exactly,

since we both know
Cammie Lorde is made up?

Leave.

Your secrets are safe, Cam.

I just wanna see him.

[soft dramatic music playing]

[both panting]

Come on, Bell,
finish what you started for once in your life.

Shut up.

Do you hear me?

Shut the hell up.

[both panting]

-[man] Am I interrupting?
-[gasps]

Papa?

[curious music playing]

Everything okay?

Yeah, fine.

I knocked. No one answered.

So you decided to break in?

I felt we needed
to have a talk.

So you heard I'm looking
into Vida's past, that it?

You here to defend
your daughter's honor?

No, not at all.

I'm here to tell you the truth.

["Florida Sand" playing]

♪♪ Wherever I wander ♪♪

♪♪ In summer or winter ♪♪

♪♪ The ocean
Is calling me back ♪♪

♪♪ To Florida sand, sand, sand ♪♪

♪♪ To Florida sand, sand, sand ♪♪

♪♪ The wind and the ocean ♪♪

♪♪ Are calling me back ♪♪

♪♪ To the sand, sand, sand ♪♪

♪♪ The waves softly sparkle ♪♪

♪♪ Beneath a bright moon ♪♪

♪♪ Night birds are crying ♪♪

♪♪ Return to me soon ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, Florida, Florida ♪♪

♪♪ My heart, you ever ♪♪

♪♪ For always
The love of this man ♪♪

♪♪ Is Florida sand, sand, sand ♪♪

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