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John Philip Sousa's
The Thunderer plays

Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to Gibtown.

Of course, the official name
is "Gibsonton,"

but the local residents
always refer to it

by its much more famous name,
"Gibtown,"

once known as the strangest town
in America.

This is where
many of the human oddities

from the old carnival sideshows
came to retire.

Oh, you mean like
circus freaks, right?

Said the man

in the hideously ugly
Hawaiian shirt.

Just kidding, sir.

I know it's not Hawaiian.

But, yes, many of
the local Gibtown residents

did not fit into local society

and decided to create a town
of their own.

Now, off to the right

is the house
where the human blockhead lived

and his descendants
continue to live today.

And I'll bet you can't guess
who played on those monkey bars

in the park just to our left.

That's right,
Percy the Monkey Boy.

And the world-famous
Bertram siamese twins

cohabited in that cottage
with the picket fence.

You know, sometimes I heard
those sisters did not get along,

but they always stuck together.

And there goes my tip.

We're approaching the café
founded by Al Thornquist,

the 8½-foot-tall giant.

We're gonna stop for a break.

Food and beverages
and replicas of Gibtown curios

are on sale inside the café.

Please be careful
getting out of the tram.

We don't want
any freak accidents.

"No, he didn't!"

H-help.

Help.

Oh, my God.
That was --

Yeah.
And then some.

Halfway through, I thought you
were gonna have a heart attack.

Oh, I was thinking of it.

Actually,
I'm still thinking of it.

- Wow.
- Oh, my God.

It took a year drinking beer
in the Florida sun

to work up
that impressive lack of stamina.

That sounds oddly
like bragging.

You should see my shin splints.
They're impressive.

Seriously,
thanks for motivating me.

I forgot how much I missed
our runs on the lakefront.

Yeah. Nothing like
rolling out of bed

for a wind-chilled morning run
to whip your ass into shape.

Yeah.

- Hey, sorry.
- Hey.

Manus has been trying to reach
you, says there's a crime scene.

- Uh, why didn't she call me?
- She has been.

Oh, right.

Um, she called you in
on it?

Maybe.

Says that there might be a
victim there with special needs.

- Okay. I got to go.
- Oh, right.

But I need the, um, declaration
on the Kevin Fowler murders.

Okay, yeah.
I will. I promise.

You've been promising, bub.
What I need is commitment.

Fine.
I commit to doing it today.

Uh, well, give me 10 minutes
to wash off the stink,

and then I'll be good.

Okay.

A baby carriage.

I hope that's not what Manus
meant by "special needs."

Don't worry.
It's not a baby.

This woman hasn't been a baby
in over 50 years.

♪ The Glades 2x06 ♪
Gibtown
Original Air Date on July 17, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Cause of death appears to be
by blunt-force trauma.

Something out of wood,
based on this.

A tree limb.
Baseball bat, maybe.

- Catalogue and enter?
- Uh-huh.

Not sure what's up
with the stroller.

The killer probably thought that was
a great way to hide a tiny body.

He took it from the actual point
of attack

to a more secluded place
to dump it,

till something or someone
spooks the killer.

Yeah, see?
Café had a water pipe burst.

Plumbers were working through
the middle of the night.

The killer sees that,
panics,

then abandons the stroller into
the bushes, thinking she's dead.

Whoa, that's weird.

You know,
products for infants

are rigorously tracked
for product safety.

I'm sure this baby carriage
has a serial number.

Maybe you can find out
where it was purchased.

Or who purchased .
Get onto that.

I remember my parents

driving through this town
when I was a kid.

There were
no tour buses then.

"Four-legged man.
The human unicorn.

Lion-faced boy"?

We still don't know
who our victim is.

Haven't found any identification
on the body.

- We should take a print.
- A print?

She's 3 feet tall.
Can you even find a print?

Oh, come on.

- Callie.
- You know what?

I think I'm gonna get
a ride back with Daniel.

I don't know
which is more annoying --

those looks that you used to give
each other or the Bickersons.

Just a minor period
of adjustment.

We'll get our groove back.

Not as long as Sam's
in town.

Sam...is just a friend.

Keep telling yourself that.

My God. Enid! Enid!!

Wait, wait, wait.
Let him in.

Whoa. I'm sorry.
You are?

I'm Ben -- Ben Pershing.
That's Enid Granier.

We were
business partners.

Pershing?

Wait.

Percy, the Monkey Boy.
His name was "Pershing."

Are you...?

What? Related? Yeah.
He was my grandfather.

This is terrible.
Seriously, what happened?

Uh, what business
were you two in together?

Business? Uh, I guess you could
say we were in the business

of putting Gibtown
back on the map.

Oh, right.
The tour bus.

Well, not just that.
That was just the start.

I mean, we have spent
the last two years

planning and expanding
the Gibtown Museum.

I mean, Enid, she was working
day and night

trying to get it ready
for this party tonight --

premiere, locals only.

We just broke ground
on our crown jewel.

Which is?

Permanent attraction
on Enid's undeveloped property,

providing an experience

from the circus past
to the circus present.

It's been a dream of ours
for years.

Uh, someone didn't share
your dream?

Half the town
is anti-development.

Anyone in particular?

Rebecca Thornquist,
their leader.

She's the town medical examiner.
She lives right up the street.

Okay. Something is definitely
bothering you.

What is it?

I have a thing.

Hate to break it to you,
my friend,

but you got a lot
of things.

Ever since I was a kid,
circuses kind of creep me out.

You mean clowns?
Clowns freak everybody out.

That's hilarious.

The big, bad
homicide detective

has the willies
for circus performers.

Yeah, that secret's
not gonna get around.

Wait.
Thornquist.

Isn't that the name
of the 8½-foot giant?

Think she's a descendant?

Rebecca Thornquist,
I'm guessing?

Yeah.

Uh, I wanted to talk to you
about Enid Granier.

Yeah.
I heard she's dead?

Yeah. I wanted to ask you
a few questions.

Could we do this outside?

I have a newborn
I just put down for the sitter,

and, actually,
I'm really late for work.

So if we could do this
quickly?

Uh, yeah, sure. Okay.
Couple of quick questions.

I heard you and Enid
didn't exactly see eye-to-eye

on the town redevelopment
program.

Well, not that you'd really
see eye-to-eye on anything.

You -- you know,
I mean, 'cause you're --

Yeah, yeah.
I know what you mean.

Is that
what I pay my taxes for,

to put up with insults
like that?

Go ahead, do it.
Ask me. I know you're dying to.

Hey, how's the weather
up there?

Wow.
Looks like rain.

You know,
you just spit on a cop.

Yeah, I spit at his feet.
You gonna arrest me for that?

Uh, I'm thinking I might wait
till the murder of Enid Granier.

You'll be waiting a while.

It's true --

I didn't want tourists rolling
through here with their cameras,

gawking at us
like we're freaks.

I speak for a lot of people
when I say

that just because our ancestors
were part of some sideshows

doesn't mean
that we should have to be.

We're normal people. We're
trying to lead normal lives.

Enid bringing
this tourist thing back --

it divided the town
in half.

I have a right
to my privacy,

and I have a right
to my opinion.

Yeah. Enid had a right,
you know, not to be dead.

I didn't kill her.

I circulated petitions,

I led
city council protests,

but it never, ever sunk to
the level of personal attacks.

Really?
'Cause, uh, Ben Pershing --

he put you at the top
of his suspect list.

Ben Pershing.

Ben Pershing
would sell his own mother

if he thought
there was a buck in it,

which I heard he needs

for his end
of the circus thing of theirs.

He's the one you should be
talking to about Enid's murder.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have to get to work.

You might want to
get that fixed.

- Get what fixed?
- Your tail light.

Oh.

Right. Thanks.

Here we are,
Enid Grainer's house.

What's that?

Oh, it's, uh, Sam.
She heard about the case.

She's busting my chops.

You never chuckle like that
when i bust your chops.

Well, she's better
at busting my chops.

I know what chops
she's better at busting.

What is that?

Looks like it's full steam ahead
on the, uh, crown jewel.

Which now only belongs
to Pershing.

Ooh. Nice.

One too many
last night, maybe?

Out in this heat,
no protection from the sun --

looks like a case
of heat exhaustion.

Good thing
he's, uh, hydrating.

Uh, do we need a warrant?

I take that as a no.

Exigent circumstances.

She's dead.

Oh!

Oh, really?

- What?
- That was funny.

Ow!

No. That's funny.

I couldn't see.
The lights are out.

Must have been
a power outage.

Hey.

The human blockhead,
human unicorn.

Oh.

Greta,
the mule-faced woman.

- What the --
- In the carny circus,

she had the reputation of being
a kind and gentle soul.

Well, she had to have
one hell of a personality.

Yeah. Gave half
her earnings to charity.

Do you do that?

Do you?

I'm telling you,
Enid Granier

certainly was into
the history of this town.

Either that or she liked to
surround herself

with people that are stranger
than she is.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Really?

You really
type that slow,

or are you just
trying to annoy me?

The Kevin Fowler investigation
took over four years, all right?

My statement of facts
is gonna take all night.

You might want to
go catch a movie.

Or I can try
to move this along.

What are those for?

My experience is,
you work a little faster

when you know
you have a cold one

waiting for you
on the other end.

Oh, you know that
about me, huh?

I know all kinds of things
about you

and learning more
every day.

Yeah?

He what?

A change of heart?

I didn't know
the sick bastard had one.

Yeah. No.
That's -- that's great news.

I'll schedule my flight.

Uh, Kevin Fowler
waived extradition.

What?

We don't have to file anything.
I'm going back to Chicago.

I just got
Enid Granier's tox screen back.

Found trace evidence of mercury
and arsenic in her system.

- Was she being poisoned?
- I don't know.

In small levels,
I can't be sure.

Well, we know
she was getting ready

for that locals-only
event tonight.

I'm gonna head over there,

see if there's anyone suspicious
hanging around.

Um...We'll talk
when I get back.

Yeah. Sure.

Yeah?

I have information
on Ben Pershing.

He was arrested twice
in the last decade

for suspicion
to commit insurance fraud,

but he was
never convicted.

The guy sounds a bit slippery.

Yeah, but smart enough
to beat the raps.

What's going on?

Looks like an emergency
at the Gibtown Museum.

- Is everyone out?
- Mrs. Henley and one of her students

are still in there!
They need help!

Come on! You got to go!
You got to go!

I can't get him!

All right.
I'll lift. You pull him out.

Ready? Pull!

All right!
Go, go, go!

Get out! Get out!

Oh!

This is what's left
of a wall timer.

It's been tampered with.
I'm gonna run some tests.

Thanks.

Oh, my God.

- Pretty bad, huh?
- You're not kidding.

I heard some people
were hurt?

A student and a teacher.

This was supposed to be
a special occasion

for the people of Gibtown --
how could this happen?

And your third insurance claim
in six years.

You're pretty unlucky, huh?

Or at least
your insurance companies are.

This wasn't me,
detective.

Heard you were running pretty short
on funds for your half of the circus.

But, hey,
with a big insurance payout,

now not only
can you break ground,

but with her half
already in escrow,

the entire thing
belongs to you.

Well, that is a good theory,
detective.

Only I detect
one small problem with it.

I didn't have insurance.

Couldn't find an agent
to write me a policy.

Yeah. Well, filing two claims
under suspicious circumstances

will do that to you.

Not this time, detective.

This fire was obviously
meant to intimidate me

against moving forward
with our plans.

I mean,
these anti-development nuts

killed Enid and then tried
to destroy artifacts

that celebrate this town's
unique history.

And you are damn right
that this fire was no accident,

'cause that's exactly
what her killer had in mind.

Daniel, get me a list
of the items in this exhibit.

- Destroyed or salvaged?
- Both.

- You got it.
- Oh, my God. Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah.
I'm fine.

Look, how are the student
and the teacher?

Uh, the teacher
was treated and released,

but the boy -- he suffered
more extensive injuries.

Not that you're
paying attention, so...

- What?
- No. Sorry.

- All of it, jackass! Yeah, it's all gone.
- What? Okay.

Every damn bit of my family's
past is gone, thanks to you!

Hey, hey!
Take your hands off me!

What's going on here?

I tell this guy he can have
anything he wants from the fire

that was his family's, and he attacks me!
My family's things!

Your plan to take Gibtown back to the
dark ages already cost Enid her life!

Okay.
I had nothing to do with that.

This fire has destroyed
my family's heritage --

- Okay. We're outside, now.
- Do not touch me!

I'll call my lawyer!

- You good now?
- Yeah.

I need to know
your name.

Kyle Bertram.

Bertram.
As in the brochure?

Yeah, that brochure.

My moms
were the siamese twins.

Your moms?

Oh, right.

W-- how does it --
how does that work?

Do you --
do you have one --

Yeah, just one dad,
like everyone else.

Right. Huh.

Um, anyway, what do you have
against the development?

Are you kidding?

These jackass tourists
stare at us enough.

Now Enid and that ass wipe
want to destroy

one of
the most pristine tracts

of natural wetlands
in the state

to build their three-ring
monstrosity.

Making you what, a tree hugger?
A rabid environmentalist?

A biologist
from the county.

How far would you go
to protect the environment?

Further
than I'm gonna admit to a cop.

I love Gibtown.

It's like this perfect estuary
of Florida's primal ecosystem.

Where were you the night before
last, when Enid Granier was killed?

I was alone
in the Everglades

studying the nocturnal predatory
habits of the Procyon lotor

and the Eurynorhynchus pygmeus.

Raccoon
and Spoonbill herring.

I have a camp out there.

So I probably can't go and ask
that euryno-- sp-- whatever

to corroborate your story.

I didn't kill Enid.
I may be anti-development,

but why the hell would I destroy
keepsakes that my moms donated

to the original
museum collection years ago?

Well, I don't know yet.

I'm still studying the predatory
habits of whoever did.

But as soon as I get
the results of my study,

oh, I'll be sure
to let you know.

Stay away from him.

Can I help you?

Hi.

Hi.

You're the guy
who pulled us out of the fire.

I never got a chance
to thank you.

Oh, just --
hey, doing my job.

You --
these are really good.

Uh, do you teach this?

I teach
all disciplines of art,

but wood carving
is my passion.

Right. No, my Uncle
got me into whittling.

I mean,
I made a wooden duck once.

Well, actually, it looked more
like a football with eyes, so...

My experience, you should just
call it a football with eyes.

Right.

I'm sorry.
Are you from here?

I'm from all over, actually,
but Gibtown is my home now.

I moved here
just out of college

when the art teacher's job
opened up.

If you got a minute,
can I ask you about the fire?

Oh, right.
Your burn.

It's really not that bad.

- They said it might scar.
- No. Look.

I can't say
my opinion's professional,

but I think you'll be fine.

Here.
Have a look.

No, no, it's okay.

No, it's he--
I-I believe you.

Okay.

Uh, did you see or hear anything
unusual at the exhibit?

Before the fire,
I heard a pop.

A pop?
What, like an explosion?

Fire and smoke
spread quick.

People were running out.

They knocked over a display case
that fell on my student, Mark.

And, uh, did you see anyone
acting suspiciously?

When I went to pick up the case
from Mark,

I noticed someone leaving,
but unlike anyone else,

I sensed a calm
about this person.

A man? A woman?
Big, tall, short, no?

I couldn't tell you.
I --

and between the fire and
the smoke and helping Mark, I --

I-I really just got a flash
of someone.

You think Mark
got a better look?

He might have.

Oh, Sam.

Mark was awake and talking
two hours ago.

I just -- I didn't want to
talk to him till you got here.

Hey, Rebecca,
we're here to see the boy.

I'm sorry.
He's unavailable right now.

Wait. Why?
I was just told that he --

A C.T. scan revealed that
he suffered a cerebral edema.

Doctors have to operate.
Mark is being transported

to a larger facility
in the next county.

Excuse me.
I need to call his parents.

Sorry.

Hey, it's none of my business
who you text

or roll out of bed with
to go for your morning run.

O-okay, Callie.
You know what? Hey, stop.

If you're mad,
just say you're mad.

- I'm not mad.
- Okay? Instead of
this passive-aggressive,

"Sneak attack
out of nowhere" thing.

- Out of nowhere?
- Yeah.

You're still seeing
your old flame from Chicago,

and I'm trying to adjust
to that.

I'm not seeing Sam.

Just every chance you get,
right?

And using
some paper-thin excuse,

like it has something to do
with the Kevin Fowler case.

You know what? It did have something
to do with the Kevin Fowler case,

and for your information,
Kevin Fowler

has waived his extradition,
so Sam is leaving.

- She's leaving?
- Yeah, leaving, Callie,

as in gone, never coming back
from Chicago -- gone.

I'm sorry.

For what?

I'm just...Sorry.

I know that you guys
were getting close again.

Okay. Either tall people
are really bad drivers,

or someone was really pissed
at Rebecca Thornquist.

I wonder if there's a --
oh, yeah.

Daniel, I need you
to do something for me.

Detective, I retrieved
the security footage

from the parking lot
like you asked.

Do you know what happened
to the car?

This is what broke
Ms. Thornquist's tail light.

Ooh!

I guess it's true what they say.

The angriest things in life
do come in small packages.

And this
is why she did it.

Ah. Well, so much for not sinking
to the level of personal attacks.

I just spoke
to the Fire Marshal.

Their investigative unit
found trace evidence

of powdered magnesium
in the wall timer.

- Like a timed incendiary device?
- Mm-hmm.

Obviously timed to go off
during a crowded exhibit.

Or maybe not.

The power went out
earlier that day.

That would have thrown off
any time that was set.

Well, either way,
if that student dies,

we're looking at another murder charge.
Right.

Daniel, check with any fireworks
or hobby suppliers,

wholesale distributors.

See if anyone from Gibtown has
purchased magnesium recently.

Okay. So, the serial number
on the baby stroller

we found the victim in --
it was ordered online.

I was able to trace it
by lot number,

through distributor,
from the manufacturer,

and right up to the person
it was delivered to.

Let me guess --
Rebecca Thornquist.

The baby stroller was given
as a baby-shower gift --

I would sometimes leave it

on the screened-in porch
after our evening walks.

It was stolen from my porch
in the middle of the night.

Why didn't you
say that before?

Because...
I knew how it would look.

Trust me --
Enid may have been small,

but she was intimidated
by no one, okay?

Just because
someone's diminutive

does not mean
they can't be a bitch.

Enid was aggressive,
she was combative,

and she knew how to push
your buttons.

Got it --
3-foot-tall bitch on wheels

that was pushing your buttons,
and you snapped.

No. I swear,
I did not kill Enid.

We just argued,
and it got a little heated.

We found arsenic
and mercury in her system.

You know what?
Tell her what you told me.

Medical centers carry arsenic
for use in cancer treatments,

and mercury is found
in medical lab kits.

You see where we're going
with this, right?

- You were poisoning her.
- No!

Look, I-I never should have
withheld information,

but I swear
I did not kill Enid.

Well, if we find
one trace of magnesium

on either sole of your shoes,
we'll be back.

So Sam's leaving?

Yeah, she's leaving.

Look, I'm sorry.

It's just, every time I'd call
or want to come over,

she was there, and --

she was there, Jim.

It's not my imagination.

And there's
something there.

Well, she's leaving now.
So...

And your situation
hasn't changed.

My situation
is a little logistical.

But I will call
the U.S. Marshal

and make an appointment
for me and Jeff to see his dad.

Jeff was just there, and they
aren't really flexible, but I --

I'll try.

Is there something going around,
like the flu or something?

Not that I know of.
Why?

That guy was working
on Enid's property.

He was throwing up
then, too.

Hey, uh, convince him to let us
review his medical records?

Okay.
But what are you thinking?

It's just a hunch
at this point,

which I need to check
at Enid's property.

I'll meet up with you
later?

Aah! Aah!

Aah! Son of a --

It's an adolescent Burmese python.
Burmese python.

Like a lot of exotic species,
people buy them as pets

then release them
when they get too big.

It's estimated
that there are over 100,000

in the Florida Everglades.

But only adolescent pythons
climb trees.

They stop
as they get larger.

So the python was dead
before it fell on me.

But dead how?

I'm gonna need
a time of death.

Oh, time of death
could be tricky.

Snakes are cold-blooded,
so his liver temp is useless.

But maybe
if I start with --

Daniel,
he's, uh, kidding.

But I can give you
cause of death

with some degree
of certainty.

- Arsenic and mercury, right?
- Just like the squirrel.

I'm betting high levels
in rodents

contaminated this guy's
food supply.

So Enid Granier wasn't
being poisoned deliberately,

just deliberately
bashed in the head.

Something on her property
was poisoning her.

- Looks that way.
- Wait a minute.

They've already broken ground
on the circus, right?

Wasn't there supposed to be an
environmental-impact study done

prior to them
getting the go-ahead?

- Usually.
- Find out which agency did that.

Yeah. On it.

So, I hear
she's leaving.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You're gonna leave
without saying goodbye?

My flight's
tomorrow night.

I was --
I was just packing up.

Right.

I wouldn't leave
without saying goodbye.

No, no.
I know that.

It's not goodbye goodbye,
is it?

Can we talk in...?

What's going on here?

- What do you mean?
- You know what I mean.

We're back
at the same place, Jimmy,

except this time, instead of
my fiancé standing between us,

it's Callie.

And 1,500 miles.

No,
Callie's married, Sam,

and finding it very hard
to get out of.

But she is gonna
get out of it.

I've been pretty patient.

You need to be.

Telling somebody that you don't
love them anymore --

it's not easy.

- Why are you telling me this?
- Because...

You and I both know
how unfair triangles are.

Sometimes you just have to
make a decision,

or life makes one
for you.

Yeah, well, there --
there's still that 1,500 miles.

Detective?

Oh, sorry.
Uh, but I-I found the agency

which signed off on the
environmental-impact analysis.

It was the county,
by a guy named --

- Kyle Bertram, right?
- Yeah.

I'm also told he resigned today
unexpectedly.

What?

- Uh...
- Go. I'll be here.

I don't know
about you,

but I'm getting some real
headway in my predatory studies.

You,
on the other hand --

you're throwing in
the towel.

Really makes me
wonder why.

It's time to move on, man.

Or you realized that we've
discovered the arsenic and mercury

that's polluting
Enid Granier's property.

Despite which
you signed off

on the environmental-impact
survey.

I'm guessing so that
we don't go digging around,

find what else
you got buried.

Yes? No?

Raccoon got your tongue?

Nah.

You're under arrest
for the murder of Enid Granier.

You tested the soil
three months ago

for the environmental-impact
study.

That's when you realized
that it was contaminated.

So you either had something
to gain by signing off on it,

or something to lose
if it ever got out

that toxic waste
was dumped here.

Hey, you're already
on the hook.

Cooperating now
can only help.

Okay.
See you at sentencing.

Wait.
Just wait.

All right.

A couple years ago, I got drunk
with an old college friend

who was the head of operations
for a local coal power plant.

He said that they had
more toxic waste

than they could dispose of
legally,

and getting an exemption
involved red tape and money,

which was cutting into
his profit sharing.

Oh, well, we wouldn't want
this silly little planet

cutting into his profit sharing,
now, would we?

Not when he can just
pay you

to let him dump it
on Enid's property.

What did you call it --

a perfect estuary of
Florida's primal ecosystem?

- It was a stupid idea, I know.
- No.

Actually,
it was a great idea,

just morally bankrupt
and illegal as hell.

So what? That was before
Pershing and Enid

decided on developing
the property?

Yeah. He told me the containers
were leak-proof.

I knew Enid's schedule,
when she was in and out of town,

and my buddy brought in his trucks
one night when she was gone.

Because no one
would think twice about kids

being born in Gibtown
with webbed feet and six digits.

You think
I wanted this to happen?

I don't think
you hated the money.

I think you killed Enid Granier
to stop the development

that would expose your little scam.
I didn't kill Enid.

Look, she could be prickly
at times, sure,

but I liked her, okay?

She was a self-made millionaire.
I respected that.

Oh, you got a funny way
of showing it, man.

If -- if all I cared about
was the money --

if all I cared about
was the money,

I could've sued the museum
for my family's heirlooms

and -- and sold them
a long time ago.

They're worth --
they're worth a lot more

than what I got for this.

Daniel,
can you check something for me?

Check with any curios buyers,
sellers.

See if anything in Gibtown's
just come up for sale.

Hot off the presses.

That worker you asked about,
Wayne Lee Hunton,

has stage-three
arsenic and mercury poisoning.

It confirms what you found
on Enid Granier's property.

For him to be suffering
levels like that,

exposure must have
been going on for years.

- Years?
- Yeah, and we caught it just in time.

Another few weeks,
he would've died

of liver and kidney failure --
which seems to disappoint you.

No, no.
If it's been going on that long,

then Bertram
might not have thought

that it'd ever come back
and bite him in the ass.

His motive for killing Enid
just got weaker.

Oh. Yeah.
Well, I could see

why someone being innocent
would be disappointing.

No. It's just...

I kind of took Bertram
into custody for murder.

Oh.

Um, did you contact
the U.S. Marshal's office?

I did,

and they said they understood
why I would want

a face-to-face meeting
with my family

and why that was
a priority for me.

Just not
the Marshal's office.

Yeah.

- You need a hand with it?
- What?

I could get Colleen
to make a call.

No. I don't really
feel comfortable

involving other people
in that.

Right. No. No.

Big decision like that,
you want to be sure.

Can you come here
a minute?

Okay.
I'm just gonna ask you this.

Have you been sleeping with Sam
this whole time?

Really?
That's what you want to ask me?

It's a simple question.

Did I ask you
if you were sleeping

with your husband
the whole time?

Because I wasn't,
which wasn't easy.

Because of Ray's
expectations.

She's just a friend,
Callie.

She is not just a friend,
and you know it.

You know what?
If you want to pretend

like you don't know
what's bothering me, fine.

But you want to know
what I think?

I think that before we both
go diving into this thing

like -- like a bunch
of idiots,

you should figure out
what's going on with you

and play this whole thing
with Sam out.

There's nothing
to play out.

Really? You sure about that?
Because I don't think you are.

What?!

Hey.
Simmer down now, honey.

Right. Sorry.

Yeah, okay.
Well, Daniel did a search

for prominent curios buyers,
like you asked,

and he found one.

A woman said
she was contacted by e-mail

by someone offering
valuable relics from Gibtown.

Of course,
this anonymous person

didn't make
their identity known.

- Was a meeting set up?
- Mm-hmm. For today at 5:00 p.m.

Okay. So we need
a female undercover officer

who's sophisticated enough to pull
off being a prominent curios buyer.

Know anyone
who fits that bill?

So, do you have head shots?

You said you worked undercover
at a modeling agency.

You must have had
head shots.

Yeah. As part
of a murder investigation,

I can always get Daniel
to dig up --

Don't even think
about it.

Hold on.

Woman with the stroller --
that's Rebecca Thornquist.

She's one of our suspects.

That's either really sick,

bringing your baby to a crime
you're about to commit,

or you're at
the wrong bench.

Are you sure
you're at the right place?

Or third option --
there's no baby in the stroller

to make way
for the priceless artifact.

Excuse me.

Hi.

Are you...Her?

Should I follow her?

No. You stay.

You've either spooked her,
or it's not Freakofnature9.

I'll follow her.

It's a beautiful day, isn't it?

Yeah, it's, uh -- it is.

Did you drive?

Yeah, I-I did.

Good.

Wow.

- This is the new Kia Optima, right?
- Mm-hmm.

Very nice. Navigation system.
Satellite radio?

Yep.
Panoramic sunroof? I like these.

Yeah.

- Okay.
- So, where are you taking me?

Oh, it's not far.

Something this valuable, you
can't be too careful. Right?

Right. Right.

In 20 yards, turn right.

Yes. Do that.
Just turn right

and, uh, pull up
behind that blue van.

Okay.
It's a dead end.

Blue van.
Should be fine.

Okay.

Be prepared to be amazed.

Is that it?

Yep.

A dress.

Oh, not just a dress --
the dress.

Their dress.

Oh, like I said,
you can't be too careful.

Don't worry about that.

It belonged
to the Bertram siamese twins.

Now,
the sisters donated it

to the city of Gibtown
60 years ago,

and it comes complete with
a certificate of authenticity.

Quarter mil,
as we discussed.

Or me and this one-of-a-kind
walk.

Sounds good.
I'll take it.

Very nice decision.

I'll just have to wire you
the money.

Wait.
H-hold on a second.

Wire?

No one said anything
about a-a wire.

The deal was cash.

Yeah, well, I-I don't have
$250,000 on me.

So what the hell
are you doing here?

The deal was cash --
$250,000 cash.

You are the buyer
I contacted, right?

Hey, Benny boy.
How's tricks?

- What the hell?
- Where the hell have you been?

Following you
from a safe distance.

Yeah,
a little too safe.

Oh, I-I know this probably
seems a little --

give me a chance
to explain.

Oh, there's nothing to explain, Benny.
We're all clear here.

I'm arresting you for the murder
of Enid Granier.

What?

- And you're going to prison.
- Prison?

We done?

Why thank you, Daniel.

The real buyer just confirmed

the dress was the most valuable
piece in the exhibit.

But, hey, you knew that,

since you were selling it
to finance your development.

When Enid found out
you were conning her,

didn't have your end
of the money,

she tried to pull out
of the deal -- you killed her.

No. I tried to sell the dress
because she was dead.

I did not kill
my partner.

You did buy magnesium
from the hobby store.

We just confirmed it.

You said yourself, the killing
and the fire were related.

So you know what? I'm gonna take
that as a confession of both.

What? I never --

listen.
Half the items in that museum

were either cheap replicas
or worthless, okay?

I figured I could get
a little more money,

the highest price possible,
for the siamese-twin dress

if it had been saved
from the fire.

I needed the money
to help finance my project.

You're just damn lucky
that kid pulled through,

or you'd be facing
a double murder charge.

The timer was supposed to go off
at 3:00, okay,

when nobody
was in the building.

How was I supposed to know
that there was a power outage?

I love Gibtown. Why would I
want to hurt my own people?

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe 'cause you're exploiting
your own people

for your own personal gain.

And theirs.

Listen to me --
my grandfather Percy,

he was in the carnival circuit
for 20 years.

Best time of his life --
that's what he told me.

Money was good.
He was in the spotlight.

And then, of course, the politically
correct stuck their noses in,

and they called his performance
exploitative.

And then, before he knew it,
he was living in a trailer.

No money, no job,
destitute --

could barely scrape by.

Of course,
people still gawked at him.

They took pictures for free.

Let me ask you a question --

where were
the politically correct

when my grandfather
was unemployed

and scraping by
for the rest of his life?

You know, my father never felt
a day of shame his entire life.

Why should i feel any for trying
to help the people who I love,

the people of Gibtown?

Welcome to Gibsonton,
ladies and gentlemen.

The locals call it "Gibtown."

This place was once called
the strangest town in America.

Have you ever wondered what
became of those human oddities

of the old carnival
sideshows?

Well, wonder no more.
They came here to retire.

Daniel, has anyone not claimed
any items salvaged by the fire?

What's that gonna be?

Florida panther.

Seems appropriate.

I heard they only kill
at night.

Oh, I have something
that belongs to you.

Or should I say
your grandmother Greta,

the mule-faced woman.

This was the only item salvaged from
the fire that no one reclaimed.

You know, some people value this
at over $60,000.

Of course,
it only has that kind of value

for someone who wants it,

not someone
who's so ashamed of it,

they can't stand to have it
in their own house.

You didn't settle here
in Gibtown, did you?

You've lived here
your entire life.

My grandmother
wore that

at the beginning
of her performances.

After a build-up
by the carnival barker,

she'd lift her veil,

which always got a shriek
from the audience --

the sight
of my grandmother's face,

assuring them
their money's worth.

I've heard she's alive
and in your care.

Just leave her
out of this.

You knew
Rebecca Thornquist

kept a stroller
on her front porch, didn't you?

And Gibtown
being the kind of place it is,

where neighbors know
and trust each other,

you knew exactly where you could
find something

you could use
to move Enid's body.

So, you're working late
one night.

Enid, out for a stroll,
comes walking by,

excited about the opening
of the museum --

an excitement
you didn't share.

I just wanted to talk.

We're a small community
who share a common bond.

Why did she have to ruin it
to make a profit?

So you argued,

and then that ended with you
swinging this at her head.

You can't even stand to look
at yourself in the mirror.

All you feel is shame --

shame of who you are,
where you're from.

Shame for your own
grandmother.

You have no idea
what it's like

to take care of someone
like my grandmother.

We go out.
Everybody laughs, stares.

At least the people in town
try to look away,

but the tourists --

They think $15 entitles them

to point their cameras
and make jokes.

That's something you tried to tell
Enid, right? But she wouldn't listen.

She laughed at me.

Laughed and said
I was being too sensitive,

said I was being a freak
about it,

said i was the freak.

She called me a freak.

Yeah, well...

Maybe she was
on to something.

Hey.

Hey.

S-sorry.
Uh, I thought you'd gone.

No, I-I said
I would wait for you.

Right. Yeah.
I'm --

oh, we still need to --

yeah, we still need to talk,
right?

Well, I-I figured
you'd come back here.

You never could go home.

Listen, Sam, uh...

about what you said
earlier --

there is something going on here
between you and me.

And, look, I-I thought
this was completely done.

I thought,
after what happened,

I could never feel the same way
about you again.

You really hurt me, Sam.

I know I did.

And -- and then you --

you appear out of
nowhere in my backyard.

I felt like I was kicked
in the stomach.

Well, I guess I don't know
how I feel about that.

Who knows?

I mean, if things
had worked out differently

or we both still lived
in Chicago...

Right.

The dreaded 1,500 miles.

Yeah.

Because,
um, actually, I --

I thought about that,

and, um...

I thought I'd make
a few calls,

and it turns out
there's a job opportunity

at the FDLE in homicide.

Not here, but here in Florida,
in Sugarloaf.

That -- that's
driving distance.

I mean, who knows
if I would even get it,

but I've been passed up
for promotion twice now

by the bureau
in Illinois.

But how would you feel
if I did?

Hey, it's me.
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