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(car engine purring)

(gentle music)

- She runs great.

Drove her here myself.

- How much?

- 2,000.

- What's the catch?

- She's got 250,000 miles on her,

cracked windshield, cracked front bumper,

some bumper stickers there on the back.

And no title.

(gentle music)

Did I say 2000? I meant 3000.

(man chuckles)

Hey, don't I recognize you from somewhere?

- Doubt it.

- No, no, no, no. You're somebody.

Wait, aren't you that singer from Nashville?

(Michael clicks his tongue) - Yeah, man.

- Oh, I knew it!

Oh, I freaking knew it, man!

(car engine starts up)

(suspenseful music)

(car whizzes past)

(suspenseful music) (phone ringing)

(ringing stops)

(suspenseful music)

(loud cracking)

(suspenseful music)

(upbeat country music)

(door creaks open)

(door clicks shut)

- Hey, can I get you something?

- Yeah. Could I do a burger to go?

- Yeah. Just one second.

That'll be 12.16.

- You can keep the change.

- Thanks. Be out in just a second.

(door creaks open)

(door clicks shut)

Hey, can I get you something?

- I'm looking for a man named Mike Kenny.

You seen him?

- No.

- You sure? He's dangerous.

- What did he do?

- He killed his wife.

- His wife. My sister.

It was all over the news.

- Should I call the police?

- It won't do nothing.

Snake lawyer got him off.

- A couple people seen him around town.

Someone said that they saw him buy a car

at a gas station on 386.

- Y'all talking about Mike Kenny?

- You seen him?

- I just saw him walk in.

He cut his hair and shaved his beard.

- Let me see that again.

Yeah. Yeah, I think that was him.

(dramatic music)

(car whizzes past)

(dramatic music)

(music dies down)

(relaxed music plays over radio)

(intense tone)

(Michael struggling)

- Dee! Dee, come on, let's talk about this!

- Talk? I don't want talk about this anymore!

- Get off me! Stop!

Stop! Stop it!

Stop! Stop!

Now I wanna find who actually did this, okay?

And I wanna talk to you.

But if I let you go, you gotta stay calm, okay?

Okay?

- Okay.

You're a murderer.

- No, I'm not.

If it weren't for your drunken testimony-

- I wasn't drunk! - Dee.

- I wasn't drunk! - You're drunk right now!

(loud thud)

Come on, man.

Now, you said you'd calm down.

I guess I had my fingers crossed.

- Oh yeah, that's cute.

Man, what do you want?

- I want Sarah's killer dead.

- Okay, great. Good.

Yeah, then you and I, we're on the same team then, yeah?

- Liar.

- Dee, the only crime that I committed

was not being likable enough on TV!

(loud thud)

(relaxed music plays over radio)

(Dee spluttering)

(relaxed music plays over radio)

(Dee breathing heavily)

(relaxed music plays over radio)

(car rumbling)

(gentle music)

(music fades)

- Lord have mercy on me.

For my past, my present...

And my future sins.

(tense music)

- Mike, stop the car!

(loud thud)

(Michael breathing heavily)

(intense music)

Oh my God, are you okay?

(intense music)

- Hey.

Hey! Hey!

(intense music)

(Michael breathing in a panic)

Hey, talk to me! Say something!

Hey, hold on! Hold on!

(intense music)

(Michael grunting)

(intense music)

Hey! Hey!

Say something!

(intense music)

(phone dialing)

(intense music)

- Hey, man. You all right?

- Yeah, yeah. Flat tire, you know?

I fixed it.

What about him? Y'all need anything?

- Didn't see that.

- [Friendly Man] You know, you look real familiar.

You live nearby?

- No, no.

No, just one of those faces, you know?

- I never forget a face.

I know I recognize you.

What, do you work nearby or?

- Yeah, well, the DMV in Sherwood.

- Nah, that ain't it. That aint it.

Where do you fellowship at?

- I'm between churches right now.

- Oh, okay, okay.

Well, where'd you go before?

- Sherwood Baptist.

- You know, I don't blame you, man.

That whole no dancing thing? Never did fly with me.

I like to dance, you know?

- Yeah, yeah. Same.

Hey man, I really gotta get going.

- Hey, man, you know what? You seem like a good guy.

- I really gotta get going, man.

I'm kind of in a hurry. - It'll just take a second.

- Okay.

- Here you go.

Johnsonville Fellowship Church.

Here, take it.

Yeah, seriously. Come on by.

You're going to love it over there.

I mean, it's not even like going to church, you know?

It's like a party.

All right, we got a rock band there, big 'ol stage,

there's lights, they got smoke machines, everything.

You're going to love it.

And actually, the ladies, real beautiful.

- Sounds great, man. That sounds awesome.

- [Friendly Man] Seriously, you go in there,

it's like you come home.

- Yeah. Maybe I'll see you there, huh?

- Okay, great. I'll see you Sunday.

- Sunday it is! All right. - Can't wait!

- See you then.

(man's car pulling off)

What the hell was that?

(intense music)

Wait, wait, wait. Whoa.

Hey, wait.

- Oh, hey, it just come undone a little bit.

I just was getting her down

so it didn't fly open when you drove off.

- Yeah, it's tricky. I got it.

- [Friendly Man] Okay. Well, hey, I'll see you Sunday!

- Yeah. Yeah, Sunday. - Okay! All right, great.

Hey, watch that trunk.

- Yeah, I'm watching it.

- All right, take care now.

- You too.

(suspenseful music)

God dammit!

(suspenseful music)

(intense music swells)

Oh no, what the hell are you doing here?

(suspenseful music)

- Ah, Michael Kenny.

- Can I help you, Officer...

- Schaffer.

I live up the road.

- Right. Schaffer.

- Officer Schaffer.

You cut your hair.

- Yeah, I thought I would, you know?

- Lay low?

Your lawyer called the station.

Said we might find you here.

- Good guess.

- Yeah. Yeah, why are you avoiding him?

I mean, you should be kissing his feet.

- Yeah.

You know, honestly, the guy's real press hungry, you know?

He's always talking about interviews.

He wants to write a book.

I don't really like that.

- Of course not. He's a slime ball.

Yeah, it makes sense considering.

- Right.

- Where are you running off to?

- My trunk's busted, so I'm gonna shut it real quick.

- Right now? - Yeah.

Well, if I don't, the battery's gonna die.

It's a real piece of garbage, honestly.

One sec.

(intense music)

- Look.

You're a free man.

I don't like it, but that's the law.

Let me tell you something.

Me, the other officers in town,

all the locals, they want you-

(officer clicks his fingers) Hey!

You do realize that if I catch you so much as speeding,

you're done.

You understand that, right?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

I don't like having a murderer around.

- Look, I'm not a murderer.

My wife was the only thing I loved in this life.

- Yeah?

Loved her to death.

And you know, that's the thing.

This whole love of my life act, it just doesn't make sense

because I know you're nervous.

And you're more nervous than you are mad at me

or sad about your wife.

So what is it?

Why are you so nervous?

- Well, because there's a light in my face probably.

- You should see your face.

Your tags are expired.

(trunks thuds shut)

(door slams shut) (lock clicks)

(blinds whizzing shut)

(loud footsteps)

(door creaks)

(door whines open)

(Michael breathing raggedly)

(creaky footsteps)

(suspenseful music)

(Michael yells out)

(intense music)

(Michael yells out) (wet squelch)

(Michael breathing rapidly)

(music intensifies)

Hey, Dee. Dee!

Hey, man. Come on.

(Michael breathing, panicked)

Dee. Hey.

Hey! Hey, hey.

Come on, man, wake up.

(Michael breathing rapidly)

Dee! Hey, hey!

Hey? Hey, Dee.

Dee, come on.

(Michael retching)

(compelling music)

I'm sorry, Sarah.

I'm sorry.

(compelling music)

(Michael breathing heavily)

(compelling music)

(music playing over gas station radio)

(phone dialing tone)

Come on. Pick up, pick up, pick up.

- Hello? - Hey, Aunt Marlene.

It's Michael.

- [Marlene] Michael, we've been worried sick!

Are you okay?

- Nah, I'm fine. I'm fine.

- [Marlene] Why haven't you answered your phone?

Are you okay?

- Yeah, yeah. I'm good, I'm good.

So, I changed my mind.

I really would love to come stay

with you and Uncle Ronnie, if that's okay.

- [Marlene] Of course, sweetheart.

- Yeah, yeah, but listen,

you can't tell anybody that I'm coming, okay?

- [Marlene] My lips are sealed.

- I mean, I'm serious.

Don't tell your friends, your coworkers, don't tell Grandma.

- [Marlene] Why not, Grandma?

- Aunt Marlene, please.

- [Marlene] Okay.

- And tell Uncle Ronnie

that he can't go telling anyone.

He can't go to work.

- [Marlene] Who's he gonna tell?

- Will you just tell him for me?

- [Marlene] All right, All right.

- Thanks.

I should be there tomorrow night, maybe Wednesday morning.

- [Marlene] Sounds good, sweetheart. Be safe.

- See you then.

(music playing over gas station radio)

(eerie tone)

(car tires rolling over gravel)

(Michael sniffing)

- Golly.

Had to be a damn hatchback.

(intense, fast-paced music)

(music fading)

(distant music playing over radio)

- Great. Car Looks good.

Reeks though.

How's 250?

- Yeah, that's fine. That's good

- If you have an Uber coming,

tell 'em to get you on the sidewalk outside.

- I was just gonna walk.

- Where to?

- Motel up the street.

- What motel up the street?

- Hey, y'all sell cars?

- Does this look like a dealership to you?

- Don't you have bikes? Anything?

- Like bicycles?

Somewhere.

- 50 bucks?

- See what you can find.

Hey, before you go,

I found this stuck under the rear bumper of your car.

Looks like one of the GPS tracker things.

Who knows how long it's been there.

Given the nature of your public life,

thought you should know.

(suspenseful music)

- Thanks.

(suspenseful music)

Yeah, I'm running a bit behind, but I'll be there.

Hey, don't wait up or anything.

- [Marlene] Sounds good, honey.

Do you want me to come and get you?

- Maybe. Call you tomorrow?

- [Marlene] Okay, sweetheart, be safe.

- Hey, you didn't tell anyone

that I'm coming or anything, right?

- [Marlene] No. My lips are sealed.

- Uncle Ronnie?

- [Marlene] He said he'd take it to the grave.

- Good. Yeah, that's good.

Hey, thank you.

Love you.

- [Marlene] Love you too.

(Michael exhales in relief)

(knocking on door)

(knocking continues)

- Not now.

(loud knocking)

(tense music)

(music fades)

(tense music)

(phone dialing tone)

- [Mysterious Man] That didn't take long.

- Who are you?

- [Mysterious Man] I can't say over the phone.

- What do you want?

- [Mysterious Man] To talk.

- The gloves, the hoodie?

- [Mysterious Man] What about 'em?

- Were you there that night?

- [Mysterious Man] I told you. Not over the phone.

- I don't care what you told me!

(mysterious man chuckles)

- [Mysterious Man] This is the kind of naivete

that got you here in the first place.

- Look, I have money, I can pay you-

- [Mysterious Man] Johnsonville Fellowship Church, 7:00 AM.

It's not far.

You can take your new bike.

(eerie music)

- Johnson Fellowship Church.

(eerie music)

(music fades)

- Hey, you're early.

I'm Steve Honey, private investigator.

- Why is your shirt?

- You caught me in the middle of a workout.

I was just working a new case.

- Who hired you?

- We'll get to that. We'll get to that.

Come on in. Let's talk.

- How long you been following me?

- Day and a half.

- 'Cause you're the one that put the tracker on my car.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. That was me.

Had to follow you, you know?

Hey man, look.

You want to pat me down? Check me out?

I got nothing on me, all right?

It's just me and you here. No one else is here.

- That might make it worse.

- Listen, man, I'm not some kind of weirdo, all right?

You wanna find out who murdered your wife?

- Yeah. - All right, follow me.

Got some things to show you.

- All right.

(compelling music)

- Nice place you got here.

- Oh, thanks.

Sorry it's not as nice as I made it out to be.

- What happened to your accent?

- Not real. Just like Sherwood Baptist.

- Hmm.

- C'mon. Basement's around back.

(compelling music)

Actually, could you move your bike around back?

Just don't want anyone to see.

- Right, 'cause somebody could be following me.

- Yeah.

- Okay.

(compelling music)

(music fades)

Wait, the gloves, the hoodie.

- They're both fakes.

I just needed a way to get your attention.

- Well, how did you know?

- Well, I mean, you said it about a thousand times in court.

"I saw the killer, your honor.

Red hoodie, yellow gloves."

- All right, so what do you want now?

You want money?

- No, no, no. I got plenty of money.

I want justice.

(camera shutter snaps) (polaroid prints)

- What the hell was that, man?

- Ah, it's just leverage.

I just needed a way to keep you here.

- Leverage for-

- Yeah, you can have it when we're done.

- What kinda of private investigator are you, man?

- Former private investigator.

- Former private investigator?

- Yeah, yeah. We'll talk about that.

- Oh, Jesus.

- Look, just gimme 10 minutes.

If you still think I'm nuts, you can leave.

- Real coupon clipper at the craft store, huh?

(Steve scoffs)

- Gosh. Okay.

- 10 minutes.

- August 3rd, 6:15 PM, cops get a call to your address.

The neighbors heard screams.

They find your wife, Sarah Kenny, dead.

You on the back porch covered in her blood.

Detectives find your prints on the murder weapon,

so they arrest you.

Your story's been the same ever since.

- Yeah, I know the story, man.

- Great, lemme know if I miss anything.

So you get home at 6:20 PM, you see blood on the carpet.

You go into the dining room

and you see a bloody knife, which you pick up to look at.

A move that puts your fingerprints on the murder weapon

and totally ruins your life.

Then you hear a door slam,

so you run to the back and you see a man in a red hoodie

and yellow gloves, running away from the scene.

You come back inside, you find your wife dead,

who you try to resuscitate, getting blood all over yourself.

Another bad move.

Then in a state of shock, you sit on the back porch.

- Can we just stop?

Look, I don't like really reliving the whole thing.

- Yeah, yeah. Hold on a second.

So they send you to court and things don't go too well

because everybody thought you did it.

'Cause let's face it, I mean,

it really looked like you did it.

And that's when the TV cameras came out

and your case blows up online, right?

Things go as well as they can for a while.

I mean, you had a solid alibi,

you had a couple of good character witnesses,

but it's just not enough.

Then there's me. I know-

Well, I knew Dee, right?

He used to come into the Flying Saucer

where I would hang out and he would drink all the damn time.

For weeks he would come in

and go on and on about the case,

about how Michael couldn't have done it.

They need to be going after the real killer.

My testimonial will clear things up.

Dee said all that?

- Yeah, and then he goes in and gives this weepy testimony

about how you were abusive

and about how he tried to warn everybody

and how he would try to stop it.

Big tone shift, right?

And just like that, all your legal progress goes up in smoke

and you're back on track for life in prison.

So I got to thinking.

I read up on your case and I did the math

and I went to the craft store,

and then I realized that if the killer went off

in the direction you say he did,

that he would've been picked up on the security cameras

at the Flying Saucer.

So I talked to the manager.

The police get the tape, it gets put into evidence,

boom, not guilty.

Barely.

So I get to thinking, right?

Why didn't the cops go after

the security footage in the first place?

Why did Dee change his story on the stand all of a sudden?

I heard rumors that he was in league

with some dangerous people, whoever that means.

The day after the verdict, he comes in

talking about how he's gonna find you,

how he's gonna kill you.

So I put this GPS tracker on his car.

- Why didn't you go to the police?

- Hang on.

So I follow him around.

And what do I find?

I find him talking to your lawyer.

Talking to hookers, but not buying.

Buying a gun.

- And you didn't think to go to the cops.

- Me and the cops are a no go, okay?

They don't really like private investigators,

or me for that matter.

- Former private investigators.

- Anyway, he starts going all over Timbuktu looking for you.

All right? Lot of movement.

And then all of a sudden, Thursday night, nothing.

He stands still.

So I drive by to check it out. What do I find?

I find Dee's empty car, you acting all suspicious,

so I placed a GPS tracker on your car and I found-

- You saw everything.

Dug up the body, got me here. Yeah.

So what do you want?

- Help me figure this out.

Who murdered your wife?

Why aren't the cops after him?

You know, why did Dee change his story

on the stand all the sudden?

I mean, did somebody pay him off?

- Nah, he was hell bent on killing me.

I doubt anybody paid him off.

- Okay, then why the change of heart?

I mean, someone's meddling.

Somebody wanted you behind bars.

We need to figure out who that is and why,

and we'll be one step closer to finding the real killer.

- Yeah, but why do you care?

Why go through all this trouble to get-

- Michael, I used to be an important man like you.

I had a multimillion dollar private investigation firm.

I know exactly the kind of damage

a false allegation can do to a man.

- Okay...

- I never found my peace.

Let me help you find yours.

- Yeah, but why did you dig up the body though?

- Well, we need it.

- I should have burned it.

- No. No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, as soon as they realize Dee's missing,

you're gonna be the primary suspect

because let's be honest, you should be.

What we need to do is find your wife's killer,

pin the body on him, then when the cops arrest him

for murdering your wife and Dee,

you go from villain to hero, baby.

Then you can go on TV

and you can talk about what a great guy Steve Honey is,

and how everybody got him wrong.

- Yeah. All right, I see, I see.

I get it. - Hey, win-win, right?

- Hey, what were the false allegations?

(Steve groans uncomfortably)

- You can look it up if you want to,

I don't really like talking about it.

(Michael scoffs)

- All right.

- You know, it sounds dangerous.

- So?

I mean, it's not like you got a lot

going on in your life right now.

I mean, you're not really a free man.

(compelling music)

- All right.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Okay, let's do this!

- All right.

So what now?

- Well, take my car, go see your lawyer, okay?

Take my burner phone so we can stay in touch.

GPS tracker says Dee's car's still there,

so I'll Uber there and get it.

- All right. - All right!

(compelling music fades)

- [Robert] At the end of the day, this is about justice.

I want to make sure- (Michael knocks on the door)

Busy!

I want to make sure that you are all ready for-

- Robert, it's me.

- I am sorry. We're gonna have to do this later.

I gotta take this right now.

Oh my God.

Michael, it is so good to see you!

We've gotta talk.

Get in here. Come on.

Where have you been? I have been trying to call you.

- Yeah, no, I ditched my phone.

- Why?

- 'Cause your phone's always listening.

- What?

- I'm a hated man, Robert.

- No, you are an innocent man

and innocent men don't just disappear like that.

- Right, that's why I came by.

Been thinking about what you said.

And I'm ready to tell my story.

- Yes! - You mentioned

writing a book?

- That would be so healthy

and it would change public opinion,

especially once they hear about my side.

- Wait, your side?

- Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.

I mean, there were some things that went on in the trial

that I didn't bring up at the time.

- Why?

- I didn't wanna freak you out.

(Michael scoffs)

- Freak me out? I was already freaked out!

- I was gonna tell you after the verdict, but you ran off!

- Well, I'm here now.

- Okay.

I think, I can't prove it,

but I think someone was trying to sabotage our case.

- Obviously.

- No, I'm not talking about regular people.

I'm talking about a criminal organization.

- Okay, like who?

- Hear me out.

Your brother-in-law came by here.

He said he wanted to talk to Larson, who's never here.

He said he wanted to apologize to you

because of what came over him during his testimony.

But here's the thing.

During the trial, there were rumors

that he was entangled with a pimp.

And I think the pimp-

- You think a pimp wanted me in jail?

- I don't know.

But if we get the publisher's advance,

we can find out.

- All right, one condition,

- [Robert] Anything.

- You don't tell anyone that you saw me here, okay?

I wanna lay low until the book comes out.

I need time to heal.

- Okay, but we need the contract

if we're gonna get the advance.

- I need time, Robert.

Please.

- Okay.

Well, this time make sure you don't lose my number.

(phone ringing)

Thought you ditched the phone, huh?

- It's a new phone.

- Yeah. New phones listen too.

- So when Dee came by...

(phone ringing)

- Gone?

- [Steve] Yes, gone!

- I thought the GPS said-

- [Steve] The the GPS was just taped to a tree

with a note on it.

- Okay, which said what?

- [Steve] It just said, "Stop."

- Stop?

Stop? What does that mean?

- [Steve] Exactly what it says, man.

- Yeah, but what does it mean, Steve?

- [Steve] I don't know! I don't know!

That somebody wanted Dee's car

and they knew it had a tracker on it?

- Okay, which means what?

- [Steve] Ah, I don't know, somebody's looking for Dee

or maybe that somebody else is following you?

- Or following you maybe?

- [Steve] Why would somebody be following me?

(tense music)

Hey, Dee's car is here.

- What? - Dee's truck.

Dee's truck is right here.

- [Steve] That doesn't make sense. How could that be?

- I don't know.

Hey, how far out are you?

- [Steve] Five minutes.

(tense music)

- Did you leave the front door open?

- [Steve] No!

(tense music)

(intruder grunting)

(tense music)

(door creaks open)

(tense music)

- No, no. It's gone.

What the hell. It's gone, Steve!

- [Steve] Slow down. What?

- The body! The body's gone, Steve!

- [Steve] Gone? How was that even possible?

- I don't know, man. The door was open.

I think somebody might have broke in. I don't know.

- [Steve] How did they even find us?

- I don't know, Steve,

Hey, I'm gonna call you back.

I'm gonna look around and see if I can find anything.

(intruder struggling)

(body thuds)

(feet shuffling)

(loud thwack)

(loud thwack)

(dramatic music)

(both struggling)

(loud thwack)

(dramatic music)

(music fades)

- Michael! Where'd he go?

Where is he?

- Gone, man.

- Gone? What do you mean gone?

- He's gone!

- How could you let him go, man?

- I didn't let him go!

He cracked me in the nuts with a crowbar!

- Oh, he cracked you in the nuts with a crowbar

so you let him get away with a body?

Come on, man. We gotta figure this out.

Come on, let's go.

- You got a frozen steak? Anything?

- You should be all right.

So did you get a look at the guy?

- Yeah, I think I recognized him.

- What? From where?

- [Michael] Seen him around.

- You didn't think that somebody was,

I don't know, following you?

- I didn't make the connection at the time!

I had other things on my mind.

- Okay, so somebody else has been following you since...

- Since before you.

- Since before me?

How did I miss that?

- You had other things on your mind.

- Other things on my mind.

Okay, so somebody takes Dee's body and takes Dee's car.

For what?

- Sabotage.

- Sabotage? What?

- My lawyer, he thinks some pimp was meddling in our case.

Some pimp with connections with Dee?

That would explain the hookers.

- So what, so where to?

Like a brothel?

- My aunt's house.

- Your aunt's house?

- Yeah.

If he's been following me,

then he probably heard me talk about hiding out there.

He's probably taking Dee's body to plant it,

pin the murder on me.

No no no, wait...

- That doesn't make any sense.

You did commit the murder,

so why would they go outta their way

to just pin it back on you?

- That's what we gotta find out.

- I'm here.

No one's home, right?

- [Mysterious Woman] No. His aunt's at bingo.

The place is empty.

- What about her husband?

- [Mysterious Woman] What husband? She's a widow.

- I thought I heard Michael mention an uncle on the phone.

- [Mysterious Woman] I've been watching the place,

I haven't seen an uncle.

- What if I go in there and he's-

- [Mysterious Woman] I'm telling you, no one's there.

Plant the body, ditch the car at the park,

and I'll call the cops and you give me the signal, okay?

- Okay.

Okay. Wish me luck.

- [Mysterious Woman] Good luck, baby. I love you.

- Yeah.

(car whizzes past)

- Hey, Aunt Marlene. Hey, listen.

There's somebody coming to your house, all right?

They're dangerous. I need you to get out of there.

- [Marlene] I'm not home. I'm at bingo.

- Okay, great! Great, good.

Stay there then.

- [Marlene] But your Uncle Ronnie's at home watching TV.

- Okay, what's his number?

- [Marlene] You'll have to call the home phone.

He doesn't have a cell.

- [Marlene] Wait, you have a home phone still?

- Get the number! - Uh-huh.

- Okay, what's the number?

- [Marlene] 612655092.

- Thanks. - Should I call the police?

- No, no, no. Absolutely not.

- Getting a busy signal.

- Hey, we're getting a busy signal.

Who's he talking to?

- Yeah. Yeah.

No, I'm watching.

No, I saw it. I saw it.

I couldn't believe it either.

Gunfire.

Nope. All right.

Yeah, I didn't get it either.

(tense music)

(Uncle Ronnie laughing)

Yeah, I remember that too!

Yeah, that was crazy.

Yeah, well, it was just like that last one.

(loud thudding)

Hey, can I give you a call back here in a few?

Yeah. No, nothing, I just gotta run the bathroom.

Yeah, I will.

All right. Bye.

(loud thudding)

(tense music)

(car whizzes past)

- Okay, yeah. Right here.

Yellow mailbox. - Okay. Okay, all right.

- Hands up!

(loud gunshot)

(Uncle Ronnie exhales)

- Come into my house.

We don't take kindly to burglars around here!

(Uncle Ronnie exhales)

(tense music)

- Uncle Ronnie!

- Don't touch anything.

I'm calling the cops, we had a break in.

- No, no, no, no, no, no.

- [Uncle Ronnie] What are you doing?

- Listen, I can explain.

- This place is actually pretty nice.

- Who the hell is that?

- I'm Steve! Steve Honey!

- Steve Honey?

- Yeah, yeah. He's good.

He's fine.

- Steve Honey, the pervert from the news

a couple years back?

- I am not a pervert.

- You're a pervert?

- No, no, those allegations were false.

- Jesus, man.

Listen, we've-

Hold on, what were the allegations.

- I told you to look it up.

Do you think you could tell him

to get the gun out of my face?

- Uncle Ronnie, please.

- I'm not getting anything outta anybody's face

till someone explains to me

what the hell's going on here.

- I'm not a pervert.

- Okay.

Uncle Ronnie, listen, I can explain.

The man that broke in, right?

I think he's out to hurt me

and I think he might have had something to do

with Sarah's murder.

If you gimme the gun, I promise,

I promise you won't get in trouble.

Nothing's gonna happen, okay?

- Give it to him.

- Don't give him orders, please.

- I'm not a pervert.

- [Michael] Okay, stop saying it.

- Okay.

I'm trusting you here, Mikey.

- Thank you. (Steve sighs in relief)

(home phone ringing)

- Hello?

- [Operator] Hello. This is 911 services.

We received a call from this number.

- Oh, I was hoping that didn't go through.

You see, my little nephew just found out what 911 was

and he thought- - I understand, sir.

- It was an accident.

Everybody here's just fine.

It won't happen again.

- [Operator] Uh-huh. Thank you.

- All right now.

- Thank you. Appreciate it.

- Well, boys, I reckon we best get Marlene over here

and talk this thing out.

- And anyway, there's a second person following him now.

Somebody connected to the pimp who wants him in jail.

He came here to plant the body

so they could get Michael arrested.

- I like your bulletin board.

- Thanks, I'm proud of it.

- So now we have two bodies

and a pimp that wants Michael in jail.

- That's our guess, anyway.

- Well, what's your next move?

(loud hip-hop music ringtone)

(phone stops ringing)

(tense music)

- So how do you wanna do this, man?

- We gotta get out of this.

- Yeah, the only way out is through.

- But we all got blood on our hands now.

We're all gonna end up in prison.

- No, no, no, we're not gonna end up in prison

as long as we do something about these bodies.

- We could burn the bodies.

- No, you don't wanna do that.

We burn the bodies, they're missing,

police investigation unfolds

and they find out what, the truth?

Bad idea.

- I should have called the cops, man.

I should have called 'em.

I should have called 'em when Dee attacked me!

I should have called them when I hit him with a car!

I should have called them when he tried to kill me

instead of going along with your stupid plan, man!

Jesus Christ. What were we thinking?

- Hey, maybe you should have.

Okay? Maybe you should have, okay?

The only way that we can get outta this thing at this point

is if we finish what we started

and we get to the bottom of who murdered your wife, okay?

Do this for Sarah.

- You're right, yeah.

You're right. We do it for Sarah.

- For Sarah.

- Yeah.

- All right.

- So let's get this body.

- Yeah, let's do it.

All right, man, you ready?

- Yeah.

- You boys need any help?

- No, no, we got this.

- I just feel awful.

- Don't.

It was either you or him, so.

- I just don't want you to get in any more trouble

than y'all already-

- [Mysterious Woman] Hello? Spike, where the hell are you?

- Listen to me very carefully.

We have your boyfriend

and we will hurt him if you do not cooperate.

- [Mysterious Woman] What? Who are you?

- If you want to see him alive again,

I suggest you shut up and listen.

(Uncle Ronnie imitating a muffled cry)

- [Mysterious Woman] Was that him?

I'm just a grunt! I don't know anything!

- Who are you working for?

- [Mysterious Woman] They'll kill me if I say.

- Listen, you tell us what we wanna know

or we'll blow his brains out, you hear me?

- [Mysterious Woman] Don't! Don't!

Please don't hurt him.

That's the boss's son and he's my fiance.

- Why was he planting Dee's body?

- [Mysterious Woman] Boss wanted that

Michael Kenny guy gone.

His brother-in-law, Dee,

was supposed to take care of that for us,

but Spike said someone killed him.

- Is that who we have here? Spike?

- [Mysterious Woman] Yes. Please don't hurt him.

- Spike was following Michael Kenny?

- [Mysterious Woman] Yeah, and he saw Michael

bury a body in the woods.

We thought it was his brother-in-law,

but when we went to dig up the body, it was gone.

Apparently that Steve Honey guy beat us to it.

- What do you know about Steve Honey?

- [Mysterious Woman] Ew. Isn't he some business pervert?

- No, no, no, no. Those were false allegations!

He's not a pervert!

- So your boss arranged for Dee Baker

to kill Michael Kenny, right?

- [Mysterious Woman] Sort of.

- And Michael Kenny killed Dee, buried him,

and then Steve Honey got to the body first.

- [Mysterious Woman] Right, so Spike stole the body

from Steve and he went to Michael's aunt's house

to plant the body and pin the murder on him.

- Yeah, but why go through all the trouble?

I mean, if Michael did kill his brother-in-law

and you wanted him dead or behind bars,

then why not just wait for the cops to arrest him?

- [Mysterious Woman] We don't have time for that.

The cops are already on boss's ass!

- Hey, who is your boss?

- I can't say. - You tell us

or we will blow Spike's brains out, you hear me?

(Uncle Ronnie muffled screams) - Okay! Okay, okay!

His name is John Larson.

- What? John Larson?

The lawyer from the billboards off I-40?

- [Mysterious Woman] Yes. That guy.

Hello?

- We'll take care of Spike.

But if the police or John Larson hear about this, he dies.

Do you understand?

- [Mysterious Woman] Yes. Please don't hurt him.

- What the hell was that?

- Well, I know John Larson.

- What do you mean you know John Larson?

From where?

- He's my lawyer's business partner.

- Okay, I gotta go think.

You guys got any dumbbells?

- You want me to get Marlene

to fix you a grilled cheese sandwich?

- Nah, I'm good. Thank you.

Yep.

I reckon I'm gonna have to get me some Kilz

for that wall, that blood stain is not looking good.

Now, I don't mean to tell you your business,

but he's gotta be perfectly straight.

Yeah, you gotta straighten out that leg.

Good job. That's good.

Steve, you're doing good.

Now, this arm gotta go down to the side too.

Look at that tattoo.

You think he was a gang member or something?

I never seen the like of it,

wearing that fancy Calvin Klein underwear,

and now look at him.

Not doing so good.

You wanna get a nice tight wrap on it though.

That's for sure.

Especially around the head.

Think burrito.

- All right, you want to do this?

- Do you need anything?

- Nah. No, I'm all right.

You know, just don't-

- Don't tell anyone. I know.

- I'm serious. I don't want y'all to get in trouble.

- Believe me, we don't either.

- Hope this isn't the last time you see me,

- You know, you could turn yourself in

and put an end to all- - No.

No.

No, Sarah's killer's still out there.

I can't let her down.

- Michael.

- She saved me.

She saved me from the depths of hell.

She's all I ever wanted. All I had.

I...

I'd have given up everything for her if she asked, you know?

- Honey, I say this as someone who cares,

but that woman never loved you.

- What are you talking about?

Of course she loved me.

- She married you for your money.

- No, no. That is not true.

- Michael, I know what love looks like

and she didn't have it.

- Why are you saying this now, huh?

- Before you risk your life to avenge this girl,

I thought you should know!

If you were so concerned,

why wouldn't you say something before?

- Well, it wasn't any of my business and you were happy!

Besides, I thought it'd come out eventually.

- Hey.

I'm ready.

(somber music)

- Goodbye, Aunt Marlene.

(somber music)

- Hey, man, the truck's ready.

- All right, good.

You can follow me over there if you want.

I've been there a few times.

My lawyer used to drop things off there.

- But you think he's in on this?

- My lawyer? - Yeah.

- Nah. Nah, he's an idiot, man.

And he's always talking about

how Larson's never at the office, but he's so much richer.

So kinda makes sense.

- Man, never trust billboard lawyers.

- You still good with the plan?

- Yeah. Yeah, I'll see you over there.

- Hey, you're...

You're not a pervert, right?

'Cause if all this goes well,

I don't wanna get on the news and hype up a pervert.

- No.

- What were the allegations?

- It's a long story, man.

- Steve, come on, man.

- Google it.

- "Google it."

Honey resigned as CEO of Midsouth Private Investigators

after board members alleged

that he would routinely get drunk, strip naked,

and tell dirty jokes at office parties.

He'd often sing his own iteration

of the hit Def Leppard song "Pour Some Sugar On Me,"

replacing the word sugar with honey.

Brilliant. That's good.

Quickly became a meme,

and "going full Honey" became a common phrase

at frat parties.

Is this true? - No.

No, man, it's not completely true.

Okay, I never got naked.

- Oh, okay.

- Listen, man.

The board wanted me out, all right?

And so they juiced up those allegations to make me look bad

and forced me to resign, and it worked.

Look, I was young and dumb, man.

I did a lot of stupid things, I said a lot of stupid things,

I sang a lot of stupid songs, okay?

I thought it was invincible.

But I never hurt anyone

and I never did any pervert things.

Okay? I swear.

I don't even know where the pervert thing came from.

- You became a meme. How did I miss that?

- You had other things on your mind.

All right, man. I'll see you over there.

- All right.

Hey, one more thing.

Why do you own a church?

- Let's just say after all the allegations,

"Honey Wedding Venues" didn't play.

(Michael chuckles)

(thrilling music)

All right, take this, put it in your ear.

Hook it up to the burner phone and call me, okay?

We can stay in touch while we do this.

- Yep. - All right, you ready?

- I think so.

- All right, you got this.

Let's go.

(thrilling music)

- Back of the house is clear.

- Hey, man. Hey, man, Larson's here.

Yeah, we gotta get him out.

- Sending him a text from Spike's phone now.

- I don't care!

No one's gonna want a ChatGPT hooker!

(phone dings)

(John sighs)

Okay.

I gotta go.

Damn kid.

- Oh man, he's on the move.

(tense, suspenseful music)

- Ruby, go get Spike and Bailey.

They're at Martha-Jay Park.

- I'm not really good to drive.

- Hey, come on.

What's with the flinching?

Here.

Treat yourself to something on the way home, huh?

Ruby?

- Thank you, daddy.

- Better.

(tense, suspenseful music)

Dammit, he sent a hooker out.

What do we do?

- Hey, hold on.

I think I've got an idea.

(tense, suspenseful music)

(Robert's phone rings)

- Hello?

(tense, suspenseful music)

What?

(tense, suspenseful music)

(phone ringing)

- Robert.

- [Robert] Hey, man, you gotta get down here.

The IRS called and they wanted to do an audit.

- What? Wait, why are they calling so late?

- I don't know, but they knew too much

and sounded too American to be a scammer.

I need you at the office.

- Yeah, I'll be there in 10.

Set up the shredder.

(Steve sighs in relief)

- All right, man. It worked, Larson's leaving.

All right, I'm gonna go get changed for that final check.

- [Michael] All right, spread the good word.

- Oh, yeah.

(tense, suspenseful music fading)

All right, how do I look?

- Good. Like, you're ready for your mission, Elder Honey.

- I'll let you know if it's clear.

- Good luck.

(tense, suspenseful music)

- Hey, man, I think we're good.

- Yeah?

- Oh, hello...

Ma'am...

I'm Elder Honey down at the-

Well, hey, do you have time to talk about Joseph Smith

and our Lord and Savior?

- I'm not interested.

- Wait...

Maybe you...

Well, maybe I'm interested in something else.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Like, are you free for...

For...

- Free for a good time?

- Yeah, for a good time? Mm-hmm.

- Yeah. - Mm-hmm.

- Okay, well, is anyone else here?

- Mm-mm. It's just me.

That's all you need.

- Okay! - But I can't let you

come inside, you've gotta do it somewhere else.

- Okay. Okay.

Great! Okay, how about the Wendy's parking lot

in five minutes?

- Okay.

- Okay, great. Great.

Okay, here is some money.

- Oh.

- There's, uh...

- Put it right here.

- Okay. Okay.

There's more where that came from.

- I'll see you there.

- Okay. Thank you.

What did you say your name was?

- Krystal.

- Krystal. Like the burger.

I'll see you in five minutes, Krystal.

Thank you.

(fast-paced, tense music)

(fast-paced, tense music) (Michael grunting)

- Sorry about your head, buddy.

(fast-paced, tense music)

(Steve breathing heavily)

- Oh no.

- [Michael] What? What is it?

- Dammit!

- What? What is it? - Dammit!

(Steve exhales in frustration)

- [Michael] Steve! What?

- I forgot the shovel.

(fast-paced, tense music)

Y'know, digging this hole's a little bit more challenging

than I anticipated.

Look, I know Dee pissed you off.

But he is your brother-in-law.

I hope you don't mind he's getting kind of a shallow grave.

You know, I wonder if I'm gonna,

I don't know, go to hell or something.

I dunno if there's any rules

about Mormons digging shallow graves.

- [Michael] No, remember, that's how

they found the golden plates.

- Oh, that's a good point.

- All right, I put the body in one of the guest rooms.

- [Steve] Oh, okay, good.

How's the house?

- What? - Is it a nice place?

The house nice?

- Yeah, man, it's super nice.

- [Steve] Awesome.

(fast-paced, tense music)

(Michael grunting)

(fast-paced, tense music)

- Ah, this is weird.

(fast-paced, tense music)

There you go. There you go.

All right.

Blood stain incoming.

(loud gunshot)

(hurried footsteps)

- Johnny?

Daddy, what was that?

What was that?

- Oh, shit.

Oh...

- Aw, shit. Oh, shit.

Ah!

(tense music)

- Spike?

Spike? Hey, did you hear that?

I know you're probably masturbating or something,

but I'm really scared!

Spike?

(Rhiannon gasps in shock)

(Rhiannon crying)

- Hey, Steve.

- [Steve] What?

- There's another hooker.

- [Steve] What?

- Yeah.

Dude, we're caught, man. I'm stuck in the closet.

She's right there. I don't know what to do.

- Oh no! (cries)

(Rhiannon crying)

Daddy? Daddy, something happened to Spike,

- Man, she's calling Larson!

- What?

Man, you gotta get outta there right now.

- [Michael] I can't!

- Okay, we can figure this out.

- [Michael] What? Are you doing pushups?

- Yeah. Yeah, man, I gotta think.

- [John] Slow down. Is he okay?

- No. We need a ambulance.

- [John] No, no, no. Don't call an ambulance.

I'll come home right now.

- I'm just gonna wait till she leaves and then I'll go.

- I will not leave his side.

(Rhiannon retches)

Oh my-

I will be right here.

Okay, hey, man just try to ring the doorbell.

Do something. Get her outta here.

- Oh, that's perfect! I'll ring the doorbell!

Okay.

All right, lemme just get Dee in the ground

and then I'll ring the doorbell.

Okay.

- How could you go and do something like that?

I was just reading my tarot and I thought...

That I should have seen this coming!

- Okay, good enough.

The turkey has landed.

All right, I'm coming to ring the doorbell, man.

- Oh my God. It was in the cards!

Spike, if you had just talked to me 20 minutes ago,

I could've saved your life!

It's Death, right there!

Clear as day!

But it's okay, it's okay.

Because right here is overcoming sorrow

if you look at it like that.

You can't look at it.

(Rhiannon crying)

(suspenseful music)

Overcoming sorrow. I wish!

(doorbell rings)

Go away, I'm grieving!

(Rhiannon crying)

Spike, I'm here. I'm right here.

- Dude, she's not moving.

Keep ringing it.

(Rhiannon retches) (doorbell rings)

- Okay, I'm coming.

I'm coming.

- What?

- Hi, I'm Elder Honey.

Do you have time to talk about God

and Joseph Smith and Jesus?

- Jesus man, you need to know that there is no God.

There's only Death.

- Rhiannon! Rhiannon!

- Bae!

(Rhiannon cries)

Spike killed hisself!

- What?

- Man, mayday, mayday, mayday.

Yeah, Spike's girlfriend's on the way.

- Wait, the girl we talked to on the phone?

- [Steve] Yes.

- Where did she come from?

- Man, I don't know. I don't know.

I was busy preaching to the sad hooker.

(tense music)

- I should have known!

Bae, I should have told you!

It was in this tarot cards! It was all right here!

(Rhiannon crying)

Okay. He's up here.

I don't even know how to tell you how I found him.

Oh! (cries)

- Hey, Steve, she's wearing the...

- [Steve] Yeah, Michael, I know. I saw.

- Yellow gloves, red a hoodie.

- Oh my God!

(tense music)

- Oh, man. Larson's back.

I repeat, Larson is back.

(tense music)

Listen, you've gotta get outta there.

- I can't, man. I can't move.

- [Steve] Michael, move. Now!

(intense music)

- Hey, head back to the car, okay?

I got one more thing I've gotta do.

- [Steve] Michael, no, don't. You gotta get outta there.

- Steve, I've gotta.

I'll be safe.

Hey, don't hang up.

(intense music)

- [John] What the hell did you do?

- [Bailey] I don't do this!

- This is all your fault!

- [Bailey] I told you!

He was being held hostage by these guys

and they said that they'd kill him!

- [John] That's not what the note says.

- [Bailey] It's a fake suicide note!

- [John] I should have known this murder business

was bad news!

- [Bailey] That was Spike's idea!

- [John] You know that's not true!

His conscience couldn't take it anymore!

- [Bailey] He didn't kill himself!

- [John] I ought to kill you!

- [Rhiannon] No, no, no. (cries)

- [John] Rhiannon, shut up, get out!

- Jesus Christ, man! - What?

- I told you to wait in the car!

- Man, I'm not gonna leave you behind.

Come on, let's go.

Come on!

(suspenseful music)

Here, take this. Take this.

I gotta get out of this thing, man.

- What are you doing? Leave your clothes on, man.

- It's suffocating me, okay?

I gotta get out-

All right, man. Let's call the cops.

- Whoa, no, no, no. Hold on, wait, wait.

- [John] He hasn't been the same since the Sarah Kenny day!

- [Bailey] I don't have to take this from you!

- [John] You're a murderer!

You turned my son into a murderer and he couldn't handle it!

- [Bailey] Your son was a psychopath!

- [John] None of this would've happened

if you had killed Kenny like you were supposed to!

- No, no. What are you doing?

I wanna hear this as bad as you do, okay?

But the longer we wait to call the cops,

the more time they have to clean up the bodies.

- [Michael] Right?

- Look, man.

We've done it. We did our part.

It's over.

(Michael scoffs)

Yeah, hey, our neighbors,

it sounded like there was some crazy shouting next door.

We heard a couple gunshots.

We're really, really worried.

- [Officer Bolin] Hey.

Officer Bolin.

Thanks for coming in.

Sorry for the theatrics.

Don't worry, you're not in trouble.

- That's refreshing.

- So what did they tell you over the phone?

- Yeah, just what I've seen on the news.

- There's not much else we can really say.

We raided John Larson's place

and apparently he's got quite the rap sheet.

He's been running hookers

and getting em off in court for a while now.

And the more we dug, the more we realized

that he likely had an active interest

in sabotaging your recent court case.

- Why's that?

- Well, turns out he was responsible

for supplying the hitman that killed your wife.

He didn't want you finding that out,

so he started meddling and we were already on his trail,

which lit a fire under him.

- Okay.

Do we know who hired the hitmen to kill my wife?

- We do actually.

That's why we brought you in.

We didn't want you to hear on the news, you know?

- Okay.

- We think that that night there was some kind of mistake.

You see the hitmen weren't after your wife at all.

We think that they were after you.

- After me? Who would want me dead?

- Your wife hired the hitmen, Mr. Kenny.

I'm sorry.

It sounds like she was after your money,

after your business, something like that,

hired Larson to take you out.

And the hitmen that Larson had were amateurs,

they were kids.

They came in on the wrong day, it was a botched job.

They followed orders,

killed the person sleeping in bed and, well...

- Yeah, but why would they-

- Listen, I'm sorry. That's all I can tell you right now.

I mean, that's all I know.

You can talk to the chief investigator,

see if he's willing to tell anything else, but I'm sorry.

- I think I know somebody I can talk to.

It's not that Steve Honey guy is it?

- No.

- So your wife wants you dead.

Big bummer. So sorry about that again.

So she wants to hire a hitman.

So she goes to John Larson,

attorney who's actually been pimping most of the time.

- Hey, hey, hey. Fast forward.

'Cause the cops already told me about this.

Tell me about the the kids.

- Ah, yes.

Spike Larson and Bailey Barnes.

Spike, Larson's son, is kind of a known psychotic loner.

Well, he meets Bailey online.

Bailey has violent psychopathic tendencies,

which is rare for a woman.

Good for her!

So she gets Spike to ask his dad

if they can be hired hitmen

to get some of their violent tendencies out, right?

Their first client? Your wife.

Sorry again.

- And they go on the wrong day.

- Exactly.

They were instructed to go on August 4th at 6:15 PM

and kill the man sleeping in bed,

but being the stupid idiot kids that they are

they go on August 3rd at 6:15,

see someone laying in bed with long dark hair,

and they kill them.

Oops.

- So where does Dee come in all this?

- Yeah, we're getting there. We're getting there.

So the case goes to trial, right?

Larson is desperate to get you behind bars,

so he pulls a few strings.

He gets his partner, Robert King,

to take on the case pro bono.

Partially because he wants to get his fingers in there,

but also partially because he just doesn't think

he's a very good lawyer, because let's be honest, he's not.

So the case starts to go pretty well.

So Larson needs to pull out another trick.

Apparently Dee had actually been buying

some of his hooker services.

So Larson pulls Dee aside one day and he tells him,

"Hey, I've been hearing some stuff about abuse.

Nah, I think he actually did it."

Well, that sends Dee into a violent drunken tailspin.

Apparently he never really did like you very much.

- No. No, not really.

- So you still get off.

But Dee swears he'll kill you,

which Larson loves because he either wants you dead

or behind bars.

So he sends his son out to make sure that happens.

- And the rest is history.

You think what we did will come out during the trial?

- Not a chance.

There are already whispers that Spike and Bailey

have been killing hookers for a while,

so they'll throw them in jail in two seconds.

- Hope you're right.

- So how's it feel being a free man?

- I don't know.

Well, in hindsight, police were gonna get Larson

eventually anyway.

Kinda feels like it's all for nothing.

- Well, it's not for nothing.

Thanks for all that stuff you said about me on TV.

- Man, it's the least I could do.

- So what are you gonna do now that you're free?

- Nothing.

- Really?

Man, you could do all kinds of things.

You could expand your business, you could write a book.

- I'm not really sure that's what free men do.

- I will tell you one thing a free man could do.

You could work for Honey Investigations.

(Michael chuckles)

Seriously, man. Think about it!

We could have all kinds of fun, man,

and solve all kinds of crimes!

- Yeah. - Bust people's heads.

- You bust people's hands out, I try to talk to them.

- No, come on man. You can do it.

You're a big guy!

(Michael laughs)

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