All language subtitles for Murder in a Small Town S02E01 Acts of Murder

Garrett, it's okay.
Just tell me what's happening.

Shut up!

Stay out of it, Denise.

I have the rest.
I can get her the rest.

Give who the rest of what?

I can handle it.

Can you?

Ugh!

Don't you touch me!

Denise!

Ah!

Garrett.

Garrett.

Marita.

And after seesawing
back and forth all night.

Cassandra Lee takes the final
seat on the council...

Bravo Councilwoman!

Woo! Landslide Lee!

This...

This is amazing.

And it is thanks to all of you.

Especially your
campaign manager.

Yes, yes, especially my
campaign manager and friend.

Thank you, Phyllis.

And thank you to everyone
who went door to door,

who gave out flyers,
who spread the word.

And thank you, Karl

for just believing in me.

So now I take your
faith and I go to work,

and I will do my damnedest.

I killed him.

Marita,

I killed Garrett.

Holy crap.

Oh my God.
I don't know what to do.

I do.

This is not gonna work.

Yes, it will.
It has to.

No, no, it's too obvious.

People are gonna know
I did this,

killed my husband.

No, you did not.

What?

You didn't kill him because...

because killers did.

What?

Garrett was up to his eyeballs
in something.

Denise, we both know that.

Shady stuff with very
shady people.

And what happens when
shady people get killed?

The police go looking
for criminals.

Garrett wasn't a criminal.

Yes, he was!

Okay.

Now let's go.

I'm so sorry, Garrett.

Oh, my God.

Hey.

You did good.

It's gonna be okay.

Okay.

Oh no.
What are you doing up?

I was bringing you room service.

I should not have had
all that champagne.

If there was ever a night
to be dancing on tables.

I danced on a table?

You don't remember?

Honey, you were so sexy.

Okay. Why are you so cheerful?

Eighty-six votes!

Landslide Lee!

I can't believe I won.

Mmhmm.

By so little.

At least I kept it suspenseful.

Mm.

Oh, that's good.

Mmhmm.

You gonna pick that up?

It's not my phone.

Wait. What?

What's my phone doing there?

Oh you don't remember.

Did I dance on
the kitchen counter too?

I remember.

Uh...

God, who is calling?

It's like 8:00 a.m. on Sunday.

Welcome to public life,
Councilwoman.

Cassandra Lee.

Uh. Help you?

Morning. You're Garvey, right?

That's me, Garvey. Officer
Harry, night shift guy, yeah.

And you are?

Jackson, Laila.

Oh, yeah.

Good to be working with you.

Just been a couple weeks,

so I'm still getting up
to speed with names.

Busy night?

It was pretty quiet
for a weekend.

A few fights, some DUIs,

one drunken disturbance.

Some guy claims a buddy
showed up at his house

drunk and threatening.
Terrified his wife and kid.

Unis check it out?

Yeah, got a name and address,

but they couldn't locate
the drunk guy.

All right.
I'll follow up.

All right.

Hey, Corporal, are you planning
on getting dressed first?

Yeah, yeah, just
as soon as I get showered.

Uh-huh.

Are you working today?

Uh, no, not a chance.
I'm just checking on a file.

- All right. Later, then.
- Bye.

Garvey.

New gal seems chipper.

Gal?

Oh, sorry.
The new corporal.

Uh-huh.

Well, the Chief worked
with her in Minneapolis.

Her dad was actually
one of his mentors,

and he thinks she's terrific.

Well, best of all, she's here.

With Yen in Portland
on detective track

and Kendrick in Long Beach,

the rest of us are left
scrambling to cover shifts.

That is true.

That's true, Garvey.

Oh...

Incoming, Uncle Fred.

You beautiful dangerous man.

He had a smoothie for breakfast
because he knew you'd be here.

I got you covered, friend.

Come to papa.

Sophie,
I've got something for you.

Thank you.

Got your parents all to yourself
for once, huh?

Liza is 15 now.
We are officially cringe.

Mm. I think I saw her over
there with her friends.

You know any of those friends?

I've never seen them before
in my life.

All right then.

Frederick... Mahsi' Choo.

- See ya.
- See ya.

It's the police.

Answer it!

Hi.

Morning. Is Garrett
Walker home?

Garrett?

No, I'm afraid not.

Why?

Is Garrett your husband, ma'am?

Yes.

We've had a complaint.

A man named Raj Kohli said

Garrett came to his house last
night and caused a disturbance.

Well, um, Garrett's
a drinker,

so he doesn't always
make it home.

He'll probably roll in
around noon.

Ask him to call me.

Yeah.

Of course.

Thanks.

Good job.

They're already looking for him.

Doesn't change anything, okay?
They'll find him.

They'll make their assumptions,
and you play dumb.

Oh, my God,
I killed my husband!

And he deserved it.

Okay?

Okay.

Some of these
are really good.

Yeah.
A bit picture postcard, though.

You know,
all seascapes and sunsets.

Well, that's kind of
where we live, Holl.

Oh, Cassandra.

Congratulations.

Thanks, Devon.

Oh, these are pleasant.

See.

We're looking for inspiration.

Holly's term photography
project.

Problem is, we can't find
anything ugly enough.

Not ugly, just interesting.

Images of the Sunshine Coast,

but I want them
to be different somehow.

Well, come by the library,

I've got a couple of books
and special collections...

Are these all your work?

It's a mix.

My own and some I've collected
over the years.

That's impressive.

That's one of your mom's.

I've never seen that one before.

Councilwoman.

Just who I wanted to see.
Congratulations.

Now I need your help.

My neighbor has a rooster.

A real piece of work.

Cheryl Lee Alberg.

She spent time here years ago.

I knew her.

Just a lovely human being.

She used to camp out
at Half Moon Bay

with that strange,
watchful little boy.

He hardly said a word,

but he watched out for her.

Chief Alberg.

Mayor Holman.

It's nice to see
so many people out today.

Hey, we should
find time to chat.

Now that I've been re-elected,
we can move forward

with your jurisdiction
expansion.

It will be a challenge,

but I know you're up to it.

Roosters.

Ah, Councilwoman Cassandra.

Congratulations.

We will have our differences,
but we will work through them.

I am sure we will try.

I'm delighted to be working
with you.

Mmhmm.

Mmhmm.
Spending money on the arts.

She was our family doctor.

I survived.

So much for a day off.

Do I wear chainmail
or Kevlar?

A couple of hikers spotted it
earlier this morning.

They're the ones
who called it in.

Plates registered locally.

Garrett Walker.

My complaint from this morning.

Someone was in there.

Left a whole lot of blood.

It's a strange place
to dump a car.

It's not remote enough
to stay hidden for long.

Someone was in here.

The question is who?

Let's check on the friend
who made the complaint.

If Garrett had stashed a body,
why dump his car?

He might have gotten interrupted
or--

Or Garrett was in the trunk.

Have forensics
go over the vehicle.

Meantime, we talk to the wife.

Sorry to bother you again,
Mrs. Walker.

Yeah, I'm not sure I want
to know what he did this time.

Um... you still haven't
heard from--

from Garrett, no.

Mrs. Walker, we found
your husband's car

abandoned in the woods
a few miles from here.

Abandoned?

No sign of your husband, though.

Where is he?

We don't know.

Is it common for your husband
to be out all night?

Yes, sometimes but--

Hey, sis, I just went
to the grocery store.

I got the Cosmic Crisps.
They were on sale.

I'm not sure if you liked those.

This is my... this is my sister,
Marita Solway

I was just...
I was just stopping by.

Um. Is, uh, something--

They found Garrett's car
in the woods,

but not Garrett.

Oh, strange.

Can you think of anybody who
might have wished him harm?

No.

He's fun and generous.

Isn't that right, M?

Yeah.

Look, this isn't any
of my business, so.

He's generous with friends,
maybe.

I mean, the guy comes
into a little money

and does he take his wife
on a vacation, no.

He spends it on a new toy.

He really loves boating.

So last year, he bought himself
a new speedboat.

Yeah. He's never taken
my sister out on it.

Not once.

I don't really like
the water, so...

Did your husband have enemies?

I don't know,
probably.

Garrett has another side to him.

That's all I'm saying.

Thanks for your time.
We'll keep you informed.

Okay.

This is my direct line
in case you...

think of anything.

Great.

The house smelled of bleach.

Cleaning day?

The sister, she's intense.

I almost got a whiff of Medea.

Mayor Holman.

Ah! Christie, please.

So your art center, is that
just campaigning,

or are you serious about
resurrecting the project?

Well, the arts are a big part
of why people love living here.

Not to mention
the potential tourist draw.

Even though it will be
enormously expensive

and will suck tax
dollars away

from other priorities.

Oh, you mean your priorities.

So you're not giving up?

No, no.

Even as a little girl,
you were very bright.

So creative, but stubborn.

Hm.

- To be continued.
- Yeah.

My best to your mom.

Yeah.

You and Garrett Walker
are friends.

Um. Drinking buddies, I guess.

Uh, not as much
since I had the kids.

Mr. Kohli, walk me through
exactly what happened

when Garrett
showed up at your house.

I have a cousin who's
a doctor in Seattle.

He told me
a couple of key huskies

were going to be out
this weekend.

Well, I mentioned that
to Garrett,

and I guess
he took it as a hot tip.

Placed a big bet
against Washington.

But the kids did end up playing.

Huskies won.
Garrett lost huge.

And he came banging
on your door.

After that, my wife and me
went to bed, got up early.

Toddlers going through
sleep regression.

So Garrett is a gambler.

Is it a problem?

Well, he took it up
a notch a year ago.

I think he dug himself a hole.

Look, I don't know this
for sure,

but he might have gotten
himself mixed up in something.

Something?

One night he was wasted.

Mentioned doing favors for
someone with his speedboat.

What kind of favors?

Uh, you know,
maybe it was nothing.

I, um...
I shouldn't have said.

Am I in trouble?

Boss. Coast guard.

They think they found
Garrett Walker's boat.

New medical examiner's
on her way.

Quite the first case.

They must have doused him
in gasoline.

Wrists are bound with wire.

It was, uh, floating
out by Brockton Point.

Garrett Walker?

My God.

Most likely.

Dental records confirm
it's Garrett Walker.

Cranial trauma.
A blow to the head.

Enough to kill him?

Enough to knock him out.

He was also stabbed
multiple times in the chest.

Before or after the blow
to the head?

Impossible to know.

But he didn't die from
the stab wounds either.

We found smoke in his lungs.

He died of smoke inhalation.

The fire on the boat.

Third time's the charm.

Wrists, ankles.

It doesn't look like rope.

Wire wrap?

It's not something
you'd commonly use on a boat.

I wouldn't.

Of course,
I don't execute people.

Hey, boss.

Forensics matched the DNA
from the body

to the blood in the car.

Garrett was in his own trunk.

So where did he go from there?

Have forensics
widen their perimeter.

Get tracking dogs out.

Let's figure out what happened
between the car and the boat.

Sometime in the past year,
Garrett leveled up

to a fancier speedboat.

I want to know how
he paid for it.

His friend Raj Kohli thinks

Garrett may have gotten himself
into something shady

doing "favors" with the boat.

Drugs would be obvious.

Let's take a look at cases
going back two years.

See what comes up.

Time to bring Denise in.

Uh... what's going on?

I asked, but the Corporal
wouldn't um...

Chief Alberg,
did you find him?

I'm afraid I have some bad news,
Denise.

Your husband Garrett
is dead.

Oh my God.

Uh, where?

How?

Somebody set his boat on fire.

He was on it.

What?

Oh my God.

Any idea who might
have done this?

No.

Did your husband have ties
to criminal organizations?

Of course not.

No, I...

Who told you that?

A friend of his suggests he got
mixed up in something shady.

Any idea what that
might have been?

No.

I mean, I...

I wondered where he disappeared
to on that boat, but I...

He didn't talk about it.

Garrett was assaulted before
he was killed on his boat.

Someone cracked him
over the head,

stuffed him in the trunk,
stashed the car.

Whoever did that probably
thought they'd killed him.

Huh.

I loved my husband.

Your house smelled of bleach,
Denise, this morning

like someone
was scrubbing floors.

It was my cleaning day.

What do you suppose
we'd find if we got a warrant?

Forensics comb
through your house.

Why would you do that?

Blood spatter.

Nearly impossible to eliminate,

even with bleach.

One tiny little drop.
That's all it takes.

I think I want to see
a lawyer now.

Okay.

We'll have to cut her loose
for now.

Let's give her a ride home.

Sure.

And tell her
not to leave town.

Be careful.

Her husband's killer
is still out there.

This is where he moored
his boat.

Yeah, right over there.

Oh, man.
He seemed like a decent guy.

Garrett here last night,
by any chance?

I hadn't seen him
for a couple of days.

Or his boat.

What can you tell
me about him, Pete?

I minded my own business.

He minded his.

I wondered how he
could afford that boat.

Extracurricular activities.

Well, it's the coast.

It's possible.

How about his associates?
People he'd meet up with.

Garrett came and went,
but he was always on his own.

What about his wife?

Denise?

Not a boat person.

Denise's sister, though
she was down here once or twice.

Marita.

She works at the landing,
just up there.

Marita is a bit
of a firecracker.

In fact, she and Garrett
had a dustup about something

a couple of months back.

Marita was screaming at him.

Thanks, Pete.

Anytime.

Medea...

a character in
Greek tragedy famous for--

oh, famous for taking

brutal revenge on
her husband.

Huh.

So I've been checking
the listings.

Don't worry.
I'll find something.

Oh, well, not if you don't look.

How do you feel about
living above a butcher?

Ick.

I know the perfect place.

- Phyllis!
- What.

Not right now.

Tenant.

Oh.

Hi.

Laila is looking
for an apartment.

Perfect.

My carriage house suite.

It's-- oh, I've had it up
to here with crappy tenants.

The last one stiffed me
three months' rent..

It really... it really is.

It's a great apartment.

I appreciate the help.
Thank you.

But, um, I'm fine.

Okay.

Well, thanks for trying.

Yeah. Of course.

Um.

Gift horse, mouth...

you're looking at it.

Look, I like people including
Phyllis, even though she's...

Well, you know,

all Phyllis, all the time.

But when I go home,
I want it to be my place.

Not just someone's
upstairs room.

I don't think
she means for you to--

Appreciate the help, Iz,

but I will find something
that feels right.

Thanks.

You play with fire.
I guess you're gonna get burned.

Was Garrett playing
with fire?

$100,000 boat.

Garrett does not have
that kind of money.

What do you think?

You don't like him much,
did you?

I did... once.

I mean, he was a hard worker,
sweet to my sister.

But then he... changed.

What were you and Garrett
arguing about

a couple of weeks back
at his boat?

Uh, I just...

I just saw him coming
and going all the time

while Denise was at home alone

and one day I got fed up
with it.

You think she deserved
to be free of him?

Was that a crime?

No...

but attempted murder is.

Someone clubbed him
over the head,

stuffed him in a car trunk.

Who would do that?

I gotta get to work.

Pop by some time.

Have a beer.

How did we not know
he wasn't dead?

No, but this is good.

Someone else
set fire to his boat.

Like some cut-rate
Viking funeral.

Why did you hate him so much?

Because he was a dick, Denise,
and he was cheating on you.

I saw him with another woman,
okay?

Down by his boat.

I confronted him about it,
but he denied it, of course.

Plus, he was working out
all the time.

And that's the first thing a man
does when he starts cheating.

He starts working out.

I should know Clint was in
the best shape of his life

when I found out he was
screwing the pharmacist.

I'm sorry.
I didn't want to tell you.

Garrett hated going to the gym.

I saw him pass by the landing

every time I worked
the early shift,

carrying a gym bag.

What gym bag?

What exactly was Garrett
doing with this boat?

Running drugs.

Last night he said he'd screwed
something up.

He said,
"I have the rest."

"I'll just...
I'll give her the rest."

Yeah, the rest of what.

He didn't say.

It's either drugs or it's money.

Wait. The gym bag.

Do you think it's still here?

What are we supposed to do?

This is the hand
we've been dealt, Den.

So we play it.

Finders keepers.

And double cream.

You rock.

And a, oh, latte?

I didn't know you delivered.

I don't, but I wanted
to talk to you.

Guess what
I'm doing Friday night.

What?

It's none of your business.

I won't ask about yours,

and you don't have to ask
about mine.

I'm not looking
for a new bestie.

I've got loads.

What I'm looking for
is a decent tenant

and a tenant who's also
a cop, bonus.

Plus, my suite is
completely self-contained.

You won't even know I exist
until you run out of coffee.

And then by all means, please
feel free to knock on my door.

Thanks so much for coming in,
Chief.

I know you're a busy man.

And I'm about to get busier.

Take it as a compliment.

Your success rate

in solving major crime
investigations is superb.

So we can now streamline

regional policing at
significant cost efficiencies.

So, Earls Cove, Powell River,
Madeira Park, Porpoise Bay,

all of their police departments
will answer to you now, right?

They'll take care of the
day-to-day issues, of course.

Traffic complaints.
Minor issues.

But you will coordinate
major investigations.

Well, for that, I'm going
to need additional staff.

Of course.

Preliminary estimates based
on historical crime rates.

A man who comes prepared.

Populations growing.

Um, I'm already down
one officer.

We're maxed.

Um, tell me what you need.

Six additional officers.

Six?

Minimum.

Well, I... I would love to,
uh, just say yes.

But...

My problem
is competing priorities.

Councilwoman Lee,
for example,

wants a major bump in
arts funding.

And Cassandra could
be compelling,

as I'm sure you know.

Arts funding, that's
your concern, not mine.

Everyone's concern.

I... think

I can leverage you
four new officers

Four, that'll help, but--

The thing is,

I'm going to need
your help first.

Cassandra is wonderful,
energetic, idealistic,

but we have practical
exigencies to consider.

This new art center dream,
for example,

it's costly.

However, if you
can get her to back off.

Excuse me.

Then I am almost sure I can
get you four extra officers.

Oh, you help me, I help you.
We help each other.

The Gibsons way.

My sergeant.
I got to take this.

Well then, off you go.

Chief... keep up the good work.

Hey, Sid.

Hey. How'd it go with the mayor?

She may be a challenge.

What have you got?

The boat.

Garrett bought it at
a dealer in Everett.

Paid cash.

That's a lot of cash.

Ran his name.

Narcotics investigations
past two years.

Nothing's popped.

Who says it's local?

Narcotics investigations are
usually transnational,

cartels, bikers.

I'll check with the bigger PDs.

Try Portland and Olympia.
I got a friend in Seattle.

Tracking dogs, picked up
Garrett's trail in the woods

and followed it to the western
edge of town.

And we got a hit of CCTV
footage from yesterday morning.

The walking dead.

Mmhmm. Behind Gibsons
Park Plaza at 6:12 a.m.

Good work.

Oh, it gets better, Chief.

Security cam footage
at a gas station.

West Gibsons 20 minutes later.

Well, that looks like
a planned meeting.

License plate matches to
a local owner, Susan Baylor.

Miss Baylor.

Mmhmm.

I'm Chief Alberg,
this is Corporal Jackson.

We have questions to ask
you about Garrett Walker.

The contractor?

Why?

I'm afraid he's dead.

That's awful.

Um... what happened?

How did you know Garrett Walker?

I hired him to redo my stairs
last summer.

When was the last time
you saw him?

August, when he finished
my stairs.

That's my nephew.
Tony's, staying with me.

Did you know Garrett Walker?

Never heard of him.

I gotta get to the shop.
I'm late for my shift.

What shop is that?

Coast Auto Body.

Can I go now?

Sure.

Late last summer.

That's the last time
you saw Garrett Walker?

Yes.

We have a CCTV footage
of you and Garrett

meeting just outside a gas
station yesterday morning.

Miss Baylor, we're going to
have to ask you to come with us.

You may have been
the last person

to see Garrett Walker alive.

Except for the person
who killed him.

Any idea who that
might have been?

No.

All right. Yeah, I met
with Garrett yesterday.

Why would you lie about that?

We'd had an affair.

I knew he was married.
I didn't feel good about it.

So when he called me yesterday,
I went.

But it was only so I could
tell him it was over.

I wouldn't have put you
and Garrett together.

What did you see in him?

You know, I'm not really sure.

And you didn't wonder
yesterday morning

the way he looked.

He said he'd gotten
into a fight.

Wanted to sleep it off
at my house, I said no.

Look, I have no idea
what happened with Garrett.

I don't consort with murderers.
I'm a businesswoman.

You own a string of private ATMs

and some retail
and service shops.

As I said, a businesswoman.

Chief, you said to interrupt
if Seattle called.

I went back 10 years.

No Garrett Walker has ever
been connected

to a Seattle drug
smuggling investigation.

Sorry about that, chum.
I know you wanted more.

Wait. Try the same search
but for a Susan Baylor.

B-a-y-l-o-r.

Let me get right back to you
on that.

-Thanks.
-Take care, bye.

You're crazy busy.
I'm crazy busy.

But we have to eat sometime.

Cassandra.

Lunch, if not dinner.

Okay. Breakfast.
My place or yours?

I saw the mayor this morning,

And?

She wants me to convince you
to ditch the art center.

Otherwise,
no additional officers.

Unbelievable.

I'm not going to do that,
obviously,

but I'm in a spot
because I got...

I got four new towns to cover.
I'm understaffed already.

You could say no to
the new jurisdiction.

That's not my call.

Besides, you want it,
don't you?

A chance to solve
everyone's crimes.

Okay. Well listen,
it'll sort itself out.

I'll find a way
to bring the mayor around.

I know Christie Holman.

Meaning?

You don't know
what you're up against.

Just wait.

Okay.

Hey, boss.
Oh, sorry Cassandra.

Oh. Don't be.

Uh, Laila's found something.

I'll see you later.

Yeah.

I took a look at Susan Baylor's
business holdings.

In addition to the stores
and ATM,

she's also the sole owner
of Coast Auto Body.

Except it might
be someone else's shop.

Sarge knows him.

Renny Kurvers.
He's the manager.

He used to be
a full-patch biker.

Presumably still is.

Those guys never really retire.
They just get too old to ride.

Now, suppose Garrett Walker

was doing favors for the bikers,
running drugs, money.

He screws up,
call Susan Baylor for help.

She meets up with them
and tells him to get lost.

Well, she tells him to lie low.

She'll handle it
and then calls Kurvers.

Yeah. Go talk to him.

Okay.

Charlie, what do you got for me?

The bag's not upstairs anywhere.

It's not here either.

Sid Sokolowski.
Looking good, bud.

Been a minute, Kurvers.

And it's Sergeant Sokolowski
or sir.

We've been talking to the owner.

Miss Baylor, sure.

She's the owner
on record anyway.

Which means her name is clean.

No criminal convictions,
unlike you.

Now, how did she wind up
in business

with a full-patch biker?

Gave up that life years ago,
Sarge.

Sure you did.

What can you tell us
about Garrett Walker?

Walker?

He worked for me,
like, 10 years ago.

He was good with his hands.

When was the last time
you saw him?

I can't remember.

Of course.

Where were you Sunday morning?

7:00 to noon?

Tony, get out here.

Sunday morning, huh?

Don't think
I was in church, Sarge.

Now, Tony and I,
we went fishing.

Ain't that right, T?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Anything else?

I'm gonna get a warrant,
come back,

and search the premises.

Good luck with that.

What the hell is this?

Sokolowski.

She what?!

I'll be right there.

Sarge?

Liza's school, I gotta go.

Oh, you have got some nerve.

You drag me down here,

you leave me sitting in this
tiny little room.

I got a call from Seattle.

Tell me about your
biker connections.

My what?

Do I look like I hang around
bikers to you?

You're business partners
with Renny Kurvers.

He runs a shop for me,
so what.

Your nephew works for him.

So did Garrett Walker
a few years back.

All connected.

It's a small town.

For God's sake--

Garrett's boat was paid for
in cash.

Easy when you have a cash
business like private ATMs.

Here's what I think.

Garrett ran dirty money
from Seattle to Gibsons.

Biker cash to be laundered
through your businesses.

But Garrett screwed up.

He gambled away
some of the money.

Got clubbed over the head,
stuffed in the trunk of his car.

What, you think I did that?

No.

But he called you
first thing the next morning.

How am I doing so far?

I think it's an
entertaining story.

I think you told him,
you'd help.

Go to the boat and lie low.

And then you called
Renny Kurvers

Seattle Financial Crimes

have had you on their radar
for two years now,

you and Kurvers.

You're bluffing.

It's all coming down, Susan.

Which one of you
gets smart and cuts a deal?

If I'm in your shoes,

and thank God I'm not,

I don't go down for
25 years for Renny Kurvers.

Marita.

We need to give this
to the police.

Are you insane?
No, we need to go.

No more waiting.

We need that money now.

Take Tater,
go to the house.

If anyone's there,
you deal with them.

People are looking for this.

I know that.

Serious people.

Garrett worked for bikers.

We don't know that.

The hell we don't.

Den, we have a gym bag
full of cash.

Enough to start new lives.

I don't want
to start a new life!

Yes, you do!

And so do I.

This is our ticket.

But we have to go... now.

Argh!

Let's get a unit
to the Walker house.

Is, uh... Sid back?

Uh, not yet.

Um, something came up,
I think, with his daughter.

Where the hell is it?!

Dammit.

Two women.

There's this place
in New Mexico.

It's off grid,
and it's gorgeous.

Me and Clint went there before I
figured out that he was a pig.

But that's where we'll go.

We'll start fresh.

Marita, have we thought
this through?

We both deserve this.

But the money--

The money belongs to us.

Marita.

Do not answer that.

Denise,
it's Chief Alberg.

Uh, someone's following us.

Two bikers.

Where are you?

Don't tell him that.

We're going east on the 104,
past, uh, Miller Bay Road.

Marita!

Marita, you're gonna blow
the engine.

Marita!

The duffel bag of money,
I brought it for you.

It's in the trunk.

See you and your sister
at the station.

It seemed like such a good idea.

No, Mar, it didn't.

Are we okay?

I mean, our butts are looking
at two, three years in jail.

No, aside from that.

Golden.

Renny Kurvers
is in custody downstairs.

Good work.

Hey, boss, can I get you
for a minute?

Sid, everything okay?

Yeah. I just want to apologize.
I'm sorry.

You needed me here, and I...

We got it wrapped.
No worries.

Laila told me that
Liza's school called.

She showed up drunk,
and now she's suspended.

And I was...

I really thought we had
turned this corner.

Sid, go home.

No, you need me here.

They need you there.

We'll manage.

Well, the girls, Liza and
I had the best relationship.

We were the closest

I am so angry with myself,
I let her down somehow.

I don't know, but I did.

The hell you did.

That's not something you do
to anyone.

Go home, Sid.

Go home.

These are great.
Thank you.

I can't wait to see
what you come up with.

Oh, neither can I.

Well, when the project
is finished,

you might want to consider an
exhibit... at the library maybe?

Hey, Dad, there's half
a pot of mac and cheese

on the stove if you're hungry.

Starving.

Mmhmm.

The mayor...

- Mm.
- Mmhmm.

God bless you.

You know, somebody
should put up a statue.

I have been thinking
since you told me.

Well, good.

So are you going to do
what she wants?

All hope abandon
ye who enter here.

You're not backing down either.

Heck, no.

But realistically, uh,
well, we may have to compromise.

Speak for yourself.

But it's okay.
We'll survive.

That's what I wanted
to tell you.

Whatever happens,
whatever gets said,

we'll get through it.

Deal?

Deal.

Okay.

Okay.

Then bring it on.