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We're here today
to remember Robert.

He was a good man.

He was a kind man.

He meant a lot to all of us.

We wish...

There they are,
the most likely suspects

in this small town.

All gathered together to mourn
the victim,

their supposed a close friend,
Robert Marks.

He was described by those
in the know as wild, womanizer,

somebody easy to love
and easy to hate.

What can I tell you about Robert

and who would want him
to disappear?

Well, that's why I'm here.

Beth Marks.

I'm sorry about your father.

And who are you?

Isaiah Slade.

I saw on the news
how your sister, Sloane,

is still missing
and I want to help find her.

What are you, a cop?

Used to be.

Had you seen or spoken
with Robert or Sloane recently?

A couple of months ago.

Maybe longer.

It's been about four weeks since
she was on that boat with him.

Seems like everyone
in this fucking town

has written her off as dead.

I see.

Some sad news now.

A service was held today
for local ranch owner

Robert Marks
at the Burn Divine Cemetery.

It was 26 days ago that
he and his daughters,

Sloane Marks, went on
a boating trip down

the

and she is still considered
missing.

Of course, if you have
any information

on her possible whereabouts,
please reach out to us.

Always a lot of chatter
in places like this,

when something happens
to a man like that.

Add in the 16-year-old daughter,
who's still missing,

and you can only hope that

it amounts to something
worthwhile.

How's it going?

You know, I'd like a room.

Not many folks show up
for our buffet.

I'm just messing with you.

There's no buffet here.

Do you have a room?

Oh, yeah, we do have those.

Let's give you lucky number
eight.

Just for tonight?

I don't know yet.

Well, it don't make
a difference,

so I'll just charge your card

as long as you're
enjoying the town.

Did you know Robert Marks
or his daughter, Sloane?

Who?

The flier.

The missing girl?

Oh, no.

Cops put that up.

You're all set.

Thanks.

Would you come back here?

Where would you run to?

I decided to start
at Robert's Ranch,

where Brandy Warner had been

his live-in girlfriend here
for the past year.

I'm here to see Brandy Warner.

I was a friend of Robert's.

Yeah. I saw you at the cemetery.

Brandy, huh?

She went for a ride
with her father and her brother.

How long have you worked here?

I don't know.

Maybe 20 years.

Robert was a good man,
a great man,

a great man and a great boss.

Any talk about what might have
happened to him?

What do you mean?
Like foul play and shit?

Did he have enemies?

Not that I know of.

So, tree farm,
it's still in business?

Yeah, for now it is anyway.

What's that mean?

Robert was in debt.

Brandy helped him out.

She got a loan from her father.

But it didn't really matter
anyway,

because Robert always had
this anxious vibe-like.

Brandy's father
is Garrett Warner?

Yeah, I think you know that.

So, Warner's going to own
part of this property?

All of it.
That's the rumor, anyway.

You didn't hear that from me.

No shit.

Must have been some loan.

Friend of yours?

No.

That's one of Warner's puppets.

Looks like he means business.

Yeah.

Since the whole Robert
and Sloane thing went down,

I don't know, man,
everything's on a knife's edge.

How well do you know Sloane?

I don't know
how to answer that question.

I was here when she was born.

I taught her how to ride.

I watched her grow up.

Sir, you need a pass
to be on the property?

Yeah, I already told him that.

He's just looking for Brandy.

She's not on the property.

That's what I was told.

And you work for Garret Warner
or just for her?

I'll need you to exit
the property now, sir.

I'm just parked
over on the road.

Is it okay I walk back
to my truck?

And I'm going to be stopping
by Warner's lodge,

if you'd be so kind to let him
know I'm on my way.

I'll be seeing you.

Any time.

I believe everything
he had to say,

but with a guy like that,

it's probably about more
what he doesn't say.

Brandy's father, Garrett Warner,

the wealthiest landowner
in the county,

now taking over
everything Robert owned.

Some guys have all the luck.

Maybe some of that luck
will rub off on me.

Mr. Warner runs a local
modeling agency on the side.

A hobby, really.

Part of his never-getting-
married-again plan.

Must keep him busy.

Oh, yeah.

Very intelligent.

He's a man that doesn't quit.

Many things at once.

Is Brandy here?

Brandy?
No.

She grabbed the Land Rover
and took off

when we got back
from the cemetery.

And it's beautiful hill.

Well, our mysterious stranger.

My security told me
you're looking for my daughter.

I am.

Well, showing up at her
boyfriend's funeral,

that's one good way to get
to the front of the line.

Garrett Warner.

Isaiah Slade.

So, you were a friend
of Robert's?

I was.

Well, if you're
a friend of Robert's,

you're a friend of mine.

Heard a Gator got him.

That's what they say.

Damn shame.

Gator has a very powerful grip.

He'll bite you, then he'll do
what's called a death roll,

spin you, take you
down to the bottom,

drowns you, leave your body
down in the mud.

Come back to eat you
in a couple of days.

Ruthless bastards.

And this is my very
privileged son, Maxwell.

Son, stand up,
when you're introduced.

Don't want to interrupt,
but I have got to get out

to Danny's before sunset.

I wondered if I should ask
about his pool designer,

you know, get a bed.

Well, you've obviously
met Tommy.

We're not doing the pool.

And don't ask me again.

Yes, sir.

Christ.

You shoot?

Not bad.

Warners are practically born
with a gun in their hand.

Looks like it.

You wanna shoot?

I'm okay.

You plan to build subdivisions
over all this?

Yes, I do.

I have big plans.

All kinds of new jobs.

Gonna make this a better place
for everybody.

What about Robert's land?

What about it?

We can do whatever the fuck
we want to do

with Robert's ranch.

Son.

I heard he owed you
money from a loan.

So, his ranch is all yours now

instead of going to his
daughters, Sloane and Beth.

Beth wasn't even
in Robert's will.

Is that true?

I'm really not into gossip,
Mr. Slade.

Now, if Sloane is still alive,
she'll never have another

want one in this world
as long as a Warner is alive.

As for Beth,
that's a different story.

Let's just say that she wasn't
in Robert's good graces.

Hit it again, son.

Interesting pair.

I'd say Maxwell has
a chip on his shoulder.

Just daddy issues?

Could be.

I've learned not to take
any confrontation personal.

Especially, when they're
heavily armed.

It's definitely convenient that
Robert's neighboring tree farm

and ranch could so easily

be digested into
the Warner portfolio.

Maybe too convenient.

I saw you at Robert's funeral.

That's right.

You've been looking for me?

I have.

Sorry about
the security yesterday.

I hope they weren't
too unpleasant.

He's just doing his job.

You knew Robert?

From his Keys trip.

I came here to help find Sloane.

That's sweet of you.

I'm happy to help any way I can.

I don't really have
much time right now.

I had a music video shoot
scheduled

months ago to film today.

Everyone will arrive soon.

I can come back later.

I know.

It must look terrible not
to cancel

the day after Robert's funeral,

but he was such a strong
supporter of my music career,

and this director is one of the
best and hardest to get.

I just... decided to think

what would Robert want me to do
and let that guide me.

Sure.

How long were you a cop?

Little over 10 years.

How'd you know I was a cop?

My father called me.

Said he spoke with you.

I didn't tell him that.

You must have made enough
of an impression

that he looked you up.

That all he said?

He said you'd seem stand-up
and that I should tell you

anything I can to help you
find Sloane.

Hmm.

Special morning health tonic?

Not bad?

Tastes healthy.

Some good to go with the bad.

Something was said, Robert
leaving Beth out of his will.

You mean, if he had something

to give after paying back
my father.

I heard about that, too.

What about Beth, though?

What was that about?

I am not one to talk with much
judgment,

considering my own life,

but Robert and Beth always had
something stupid to argue about.

Was it ever about
her drug habits?

What habits?

I read that she'd been
on probation for possession.

Oh, I'm pretty sure that's just
the locals being cowboys.

Pot never hurt anybody
in my book.

She ever get violent?

On pot?

In general.

She slapped him maybe,
once or twice,

but nothing I think he didn't
have coming, to be honest.

He ever lash out at you?

No.

He wouldn't dare.

This is Sloane's room.

I still dream about her return.

Each day she's missing,
I know the odds get worse.

It's still possible, though.

I hope so.

What about that morning?

Did you ever go in their
fishing trips?

Sometimes I did, but I had
a recording session

that went late the night before.

So, I was asleep.

Ms. Warner?

Music calls.

No. Come on.

- Take it.
- All right.

Well, go ahead.

Oh!

Oh!
Come on!

- Don't mind these crazies.
- Give me that gun.

That's good.

You are putting on
quite a show for my guest.

Well, keep the proper distance
and it's perfectly safe.

Isaiah.
This is my Auntie Tommy,

the prop master-slash-armor
for our video today.

We met at the lodge yesterday.

I didn't realize
you were related.

Not by blood, just by love.

Tommy is like a mother to me.

Garrett is extremely busy,
you might say,

at every age of my life.

And boyfriends that come
into her life

always feel my presence.

Glad I'm not a boyfriend.

Exactly.

Aah... I better start
getting ready.

Yeah.

So when did you say
you were leaving town?

I didn't.

So, maybe we can talk more soon.

There's nothing rushing me
other than the fact

that Sloane is still out there.

Right.

Well, thanks for helping.

You can see yourself out.

Can I help you?

You were working here

when Robert Marks
and his daughter

went out on that boat
and never came back?

You a detective?

No, family friend, just trying
to help find the daughter.

I've been seeing the news on it.

Wish I could be more optimistic
and shit, but hell,

these waters,
girl falls in there.

Man, really messes with me.

- You knew him?
- Oh, yeah.

Well, just from here.

We talk while getting
the boat ready someday.

Nice people.

You talk about anything
that day?

No.

Didn't talk to either of them.

Went straight to the boat
trying to get back

before that afternoon storm.

Dad was rushing along
to get them going.

Thanks.

Mm, mm.

What are the odds of seeing you
here today, Mr. Slade?

You tell me.

Hm, I guess that's just
the quirks of a small town.

Sure.

I've got a little business.

I've got to take care
of myself today.

Something you may be
interested in.

You up for taking
a ride with me?

I could do that.

Do I trust him?
No.

Good morning, Captain.

Is it a good idea
to get on a plane

with one of my lead suspects?

Probably not.

But with the possibility of him

trying to keep his enemies
closer, I'll take that invite.

You really think a seatbelt

is going to save a man's soul,
Mr. Slade?

I don't know.
Isn't that why they wear them?

The strawberries, babe.

Thank you, dear.

This whiskey, been in my family
since World War II.

My grandfather had a distillery.

Back during the war, he ceased
making this fine whiskey

to make penicillin.

So, when we drink this,
we always say to adaptation

and to fermentation.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Hold up for a second.
I'll be back to get you.

I got to make amends.

Make it right like she deserves.

You know, it's a...
it's a weird feeling

having one of your kids
full of so much hate for you.

Sorry, that took so long.

You'd think when a man writes
a $10 Million check,

they could at least have
the damn

paperwork ready for him.

Any advice for someone
wanting to get a spot like this?

Fear, it's the thief of dreams.

And a fearful man, he'll fail.

Fucking waste of time.

Hello?

I woke you?

Late night on the town.

Yeah.
I must have been out.

My bad.

Look, I've got a message.

Maxwell Warner
is coming here to see you.

Coming to see me?
Did he say what for?

Not sure, boss.

He just said to make sure
I tell you he was coming.

You now, the Warners own
most of the town.

Even this motel's on him.

Look, when he gets here,
you can send him my way.

Well, I told him
your room number.

So, he should just be
straight up

knocking you soon, I guess.

Right.

Not sure if the phrase
"sitting duck"

is used often these days,

I'm about as close to feeling it
as a guy could get.

With only our first armed
encounter to go by,

Maxwell will most likely be far
from apologetic.

But why now?

What's this fresh need
to mix it up in person?

Since Maxwell was a no show,
I decided to go check out

Robert's tree farm.

Easy to access from
multiple locations,

a large enough area for someone
to hide in without being seen.

Plenty of stories tangle
through these twisted branches.

So, my officer told me that
he found you parked

in back of the Mark's property.

No license on you.

I left my wallet in the
motel room, I told him that.

And what were you
doing out there?

Just looking for anyone
suspicious.

Suspicious?

That's right.

Oh, you mean besides yourself?

You find a lot of activity.

I came here to find Sloane.
That's it.

What, you think she might be
hanging out in the woods there?

Maybe we forgot to look
for her on her own property.

Maybe.

Man, you know,
it'd be a lot easier

to just let you go
like I planned to,

if you weren't such
a dang prick.

We looked into your story,
called your precinct in Memphis,

they cleared you.

I'm not the bad guy here.

But you can understand that
we can't be having folks

we don't know hanging out
on private property.

Sure.

While I'm here,
I had you on my list.

I wanted to speak
with Detective Alvarez.

Did you?

He was the lead investigator
in Robert's case.

Yeah, he was.

But he retired last week.

Really?

After declaring Robert dead
without a body.

Mm-hmm.

Do you know
where he retired too?

Somewhere near
the beach, probably.

Maybe with Robert, minus a hand.

Are you trying to tell me
Robert's still alive?

You don't have a body.

Shit.

Well, you don't.

Could I get a phone number
to this Alvarez?

He's not in the witness
protection, is he?

Just retirement.

Yeah, I could get you a number
but I'm gonna tell you.

If you're gonna be looking
for Sloane, well,

you best be careful
where you go,

because we're good guys too,

and there's plenty of bad guys
out there

that you could
run into next time.

Just keep it in mind.

You take care of yourself,
Mr. Slade.

You might wanna bring that
license with you next time.

What do we know?

Anonymous call less than an
hour ago saying they found him.

You know, you'd better
get down there quick

before he's gator food.

What about the lady?

She just seen him,
when we pulled up.

Ran over to us all hysterical.

Whose house we got out there?

Rack Jensen's, wasn't home
when we knocked on the door.

You make sure
you talk with him today.

It looks real recent, chief.

A few hours at most
with that blood.

You an expert now, Bobby?

No, sir.

Oh.

Why would Maxwell Warner
have matches

from a place like
the Dodge Motel?

My cousin told me they got
a, a certain kinds of women

that'll visit up there, sir.

Your cousin, huh?

Well, he thought I could look
into it for cracking down,

but it's not in our
jurisdiction.

And you couldn't make a call
to someone

whose jurisdiction it is.

The fuck he's been doing here?

This is a crime scene, Slade.

Come by to admire
your handiwork?

Just following the crowd.

Well, you like hanging out
so much,

you wouldn't mind coming back

down to the station, would you?

So we all get to know you
even better.

I'd like to get
some sleep first.

Brantley.

Escort Mr. Sleepyhead
to your squad car.

Come on.

Let's go, Slade.

Shit.

Let's go.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I'mma to take you to your car.

You're a lucky man, Mr. Slade.

Coroner confirmed that Maxwell
was killed,

while you were in our custody
this morning.

Why is that lucky?

Well, we found a fresh matchbook
from the Dodge Motel

in Maxwell's pocket.

Imagine my surprise,

when I talked to the lady
working there,

she says that's a motel
where you're staying.

And Maxwell called
a lobbyist today

and asked for your room number.

Said he was coming
to meet up with you.

I waited for him.

He never showed up.

You knew him?

I met him first time,
day before.

Right after Robert's funeral.

Hmm.

Hey!

In your short stay, how many
folks you make an impression

on who've been trying
to set you up for murder?

Not sure.

All this land, it's city-owned?

Private.

Why you don't see houses is

it's mostly protected
by the State,

and that's why
he didn't build on it.

He?

One guy owns all this land?

Garret Warner owns
all this land.

Mmm-hmm.

Right where his son's body
was dumped?

Oh, we don't know the body
was dumped, Sherlock.

But, yes.

See, Garrett rents out
all the houses further in

to some of the more
low-income types.

Thanks.

Mm-hmm.

I was hesitant
to confront Warner

right after his kid's funeral.

If there was any chance
of finding Sloane's still alive,

time was definitely
not on my side.

Detective Alvarez,
Isaiah Slade again.

I left a message with you
last week.

I'm trying to get some
information to help me find

Sloane Marks,
and I'd appreciate a call back.

Thank you.

Sometimes a girl just
needs to forget her problems.

Help me forget.

I would feel numb inside.

I would cut myself.

My father treats it like
I was ripping a bark

off the family tree,
"What would the town say?"

Look at this.

Right here.

I had an accident.

It was supposed to be
an easy job.

Things got out of hand.

Months later, this huge
chunks of time

just disappeared from my memory.

I didn't know where I lived.

Wouldn't know who I was.

Led me down the road
of prescription drugs.

Hmm.

Plenty of drugs in this town.

They'll find them
in Maxie's body.

And if they don't, it's because
my father made it go away.

That's what he does.

The man in the boat.

Do you know him?

This creek is flowing right
beside the border

of Robert's tree farm.

What are the odds?

Any place that requires
a boat ride

through the swamps to get to

is most likely
a good destination to avoid.

Wait for me.

You'll get
the other half of this.

Unless you're in my shoes, then
it's the perfect place to go.

Hope I'm not interrupting
anything.

No. No, you're not.

You're looking for Brandy?

She's not here.

She doesn't really come
around here much anymore.

I'm not looking for Brandy.

Well, if you're trying
to get me in trouble,

you're doing
a pretty good job of it.

Security knows you're here.

We're not supposed
to be talking.

Warner gave me permission to be

on any of his properties,
actually.

So, there's that.

Oh, so, you have
VIP treatment now, is it?

Well, that's very nice.

What's the drug game
you have going on here?

I saw you in the tree farm
dealing with those swamp boys

the other morning.

Was Robert mixed up in that?

Dealing, really?

Take it easy.

I didn't deal.

There's no dealing
going on here.

I'm not a cop.

I don't care what you're up to.

I have my own vices
and I don't judge.

I'm just trying
to find Sloane. That's it.

Look, I pick up things
every now and then

just to help me get by,
like everybody else does.

Did Robert know
about those guys?

Of course, he did.

Most of the town
knew about them.

What about Beth?

That why Robert
cut her out of the will.

Drugs?

You just don't get it.

I'm a horse trainer.

Horse trainer stay
with their horses

and they stay out
of other people's business.

That's my job.
That's what I do.

I train horses.

All right.

I'm only pressing because
I don't have anything.

No offense.

I saw Beth and Robert having
a huge screaming match,

an argument right
outside the staples.

When was this?

A few days before he died.
Maybe a week.

I don't know the date.

You know what they were
arguing about?

Brandy.

Definitely Brandy.

I just want to talk.

About what?

I haven't been having much luck.

You know, I may be
going home soon.

I heard about Maxwell's death.

The whole town's going crazy.

It might be a sensitive subject,

but I wanted to ask you about
your father's will.

What about it?

Garrett's getting everything
my family owned.

No, the actual will.

Why did Robert write you
out of it?

Who knows with him?

I know you lied to me about
the last time you saw him.

The two of you, you had
a fight about Brandy.

You're accusing me to be
a suspect,

is that what this bullshit is?

I'm trying to find Sloane,
your sister.

It doesn't help anyone
if you're lying to me.

You can leave now.

Sloane.

She's been like
a teacher for me.

Shown me the errors of my life
on a, on a new level,

how hard I was to so many
of those loved ones around me.

Mr. Slade.

Yeah.

I'd like to speak with you

about Robert Marks.

Okay.

Not over the phone.

Do you want to meet some time,
tomorrow morning?

I don't want to stay in town.

I'd like it to be tonight.

Sure.

Where would you like to meet?

Hello.

Hello.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You wanted to talk?

Nah, we good.

- Oh!
- He's so sweet, though.

We need to drown him

and make it look like
an accident.

Who sent you?

I'll pay you more than them.

You are the talk of the town.

Are you okay?

I'm alive.

I could be there
for you, if you wanted me to.

Despite my exciting upbringing,
guns still make me nervous.

Have you killed someone before?

You don't have to say anything.

Does that hurt?

No.

Does that hurt?

You're trying to hurt me?

I don't know.

Maybe.

What, don't you trust her?

Trust her?

Yeah, sure.

I mean, she's young.

She's got a whole life ahead of.

I'm not going to force her
to live it the rest of mine.

That's very big of you.

You see, that's growth.

And you have what?
Another five, ten years easy?

Yeah.

If I'm lucky, maybe another
15 for this old man.

So, you're rolling out
of the main house these days.

Hm, nice for you.

I ran into some of your
friends the other night.

I wouldn't call them friends.

I didn't know anything about it.

I need you to get something
for me.

Why don't we go talk inside?

I don't have anything
for ADHD shit,

but if you feel cloudy,

this will definitely
do the trick.

Why don't you just use
the prescription

for the weak stuff
if it works for you?

Yeah, and I had one,
got flagged.

You want to be careful not be
seen around town

with those goodies,
unless you're with Brandy.

You know the one that's gonna

wash everything away.

You try it first.

You don't trust me?

I do.

Just not with my life.

All right.

Let's get out of here.

You owe me one, Slade.

Yeah.

Brandy, I'm so sorry.

There was overdose levels
of meth in her bloodstream.

Truck driver saw her in a ditch.

So, Sloane was just
a wandering teenage drug addict,

who conveniently ODed
on the side of the road.

I didn't say we were ruling out
foul play.

She had no history with drugs.

I know it.

She was a great kid.

Maybe Robert's death, you know,

the pressure of it
all led her down a path

she just couldn't make it
back from.

I just want the truth.

It doesn't seem to be around
in this town.

Here they are.

Beth and Sloane.

Your two sisters.

Three kids, three mothers.

You want to hit me?

Is that it?

No.

Can I keep these?

Yeah, sure.

I tell you, Sloane's going
to flip out when she finds out

she's got an older brother.

A brother that's old enough
to be a father.

Oh, man!

I knew, the drill.

He's a guy who's really good at

keeping in the moment,
his moment.

I wonder if he even
told Sloane about me.

I don't think he told anybody.

Beth definitely doesn't know.

I should have just told her
that first day we met,

but I didn't want
to complicate things

any more than they already were.

What about you?

Is it weird being with me?

I don't know.

Maybe the more I think about it,

it will be.

It's really something to wake up
to your friend there.

I thought someone was staring
at me in my sleep the other day.

You wear those wigs
when you go out on the town?

No.

They're for my stupid
music videos.

I saved them for some reason.

My ego thought it might be
important someday,

but no one gives a shit
about my music.

Deliveries?

No, I'm here to see Mr. Warner.

This is Isaiah Slade.

Mr. Warner
is out of town on business

until this evening.

How long has he been gone?

Thank you.

Hello?

Speaking.

Detective Alvarez?

That's right.

Not again.

I was very close
with your father.

I even met you
when you were a little boy.

So you declare him dead
of an accidental drowning

after only finding his hand?

I can't imagine why you weren't
close anymore.

I deserved that.

Might as well have called
Sloane dead back then.

She would have died one day.

The coroner's report listed
her death as an overdose.

We already know that.

Is that why you had me drive
all the way out here,

to tell me that?

I was forced to write
that report

and I was paid to retire,
extra, under the table.

My entire career,
I was above board,

but the last few years,
started to slip,

had a financial incident,

and someone grabbed
that information

and used it as leverage.

You can say that the department
isn't fully independent.

Garrett's running things.

It's the only money in town.

He pays everybody's salaries
nicely,

funds re-election campaigns,

keeps the department's budget
solid.

Garrett wanted Robert
declared dead

so he could make back his loan
and take over the ranchlands.

He said it was for the sanity
of his daughter,

but my thinking follows yours.

I've talked to Brandy enough,
she doesn't seem that upset.

It was part of her past.

I mean, she cut herself
over boyfriend breakups.

She turned back to drugs.

I didn't just take the money
out of greed, you know.

Garrett's foot was on my throat.

You think he had
my father killed?

I honestly don't know.

Robert made his impressions
on plenty of people in town,

and Brandy was supposedly
seeing Brack Jensen on the side.

Brack.

Is that a nickname?

It's birth name.

Genuine swamp trash.

Chief pointed at his house
from Maxwell's crime scene.

Brack involved in the drugs
out there

on Garrett's swamplands.

Well, he's the point man.

I thought you had heard
that about him already.

I'm not exactly getting
cooperation from your old team.

The swamp boy started out solo,

mainly running meth
and stolen opioids.

Everyone was instructed
to turn a blind eye

because they rented
the properties

on Garrett's land.

Garrett's profiting
from the drugs?

He does, but he stays clean.

Charges them sky high rent
in exchange

for keeping the department
off their backs.

Any retaliation, and Garrett's
going to turn them all in.

Maybe that's something
Maxwell got caught up in.

Could be.

Brandy, she know about this,

everything Brack's running?

She'd have to.

Yes?

- I need to speak to Brandy.
- She's out of town, recording.

Recording?

Music.

Is there a way
I can get ahold of her?

It's an emergency.

I'm not authorized to give out
her phone number,

but if you want to relay
a message to me...

Do you know when she'll be back?

Whenever she's done.

Isaiah Slade, to see
Mr. Warner again.

Deliveries?

Yes.

Thank you.

Mr. Slade, you have
a unique ability

to show up at my home
unannounced.

You know, most people come
to this part of the country

for the food, for the culture,

for the great hunting
that we offer.

You, on the other hand,

seem to only come
for our funerals.

Have a seat.

People around here can take care
of themselves,

fix anything, farm anything.

Maxwell, he was a good kid.

Tough to be my son,
big shoes to fill.

Tried to make him tough.

Tried to make him a man.

Brandy, a different story.

After she's out of college,
we'll cut her off.

Make her strong,
fend for herself.

Not gonna make her dependent
upon a man for anything.

You're being awfully quiet,
Mr. Slade.

I assume you have some
questions you'd like to ask me.

I know about Brack.

Your rent deal
with the swamp boys.

Is that why Maxwell is dead?

I realize you first came here
to find Sloane.

She's gone.

You're searching
for some kind of justice?

Some kind of purpose?

Maybe just the truth.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Where's Tommy?

Goddamn coyotes.

Tommy, I'm at the gate
to the Mark's property

doing your goddamn job!

Get over here!

What are you trying to prove?

That I'm a landlord
to some drug dealers?

You're gonna call the cops
on me for that?

I want to find out
who killed Robert and Sloane.

It wasn't me.

Maxwell's body was found 200
yards away from the ditch

that Sloane was buried in.

Your tenant, Brack Jensen,

lives right next
to that property.

What about it?

What was Maxwell
doing over there?

Was he talking to Brack for you
to one of Brack's buddies?

I collect rent checks.

That's it.

Brack's rent is your piece
of the drug money.

Right?

You've been blackmailing him
and his buddies for it

ever since you found out
about it.

How's it looking?

We got us a coyote in here.

Should I get out the rifle?

I'd handle it peacefully
if I could, but I can't.

He's gone.

Shit.

Hey.

They were long gone
by the time I got up there.

They definitely knew
what they were doing.

You think it was
several of them?

No idea.

Christ Almighty.

That was a brave thing
you did, Tommy.

Yeah.

You could have been killed, too.

He would have done
the same thing for me.

Hey, Bill.

I found three bullet cases
over there by the barn.

Good work.

That's one hell of a range.

Tommy, there haven't been
any unusual phone calls

or visitors coming through here
since Maxwell's passing?

Nothing suspicious?

Nothing.

Well, we're gonna need to
get in touch with Brandy ASAP.

Make sure that
she isn't isolated

and just get her.

She's out of town for her music,
but I'll make that call.

Thank you.

And you're the closest thing
to family she got left.

Jensen?

Is Tommy here?

Yeah, she was.

I think she went
to the main house.

And who are you?

I don't work here, man.
Just the designer.

What are you designing?

New pool in the backlot.

Did Garrett ask you for that?

You know he's dead?

Follow the tracks?

This is the ATV the killer used.

Fourth bullet casing
on the ground here.

I'll be able to get
a print out of it.

Brack Jensen killed Garrett.

You know him?

I do.

Son of a bitch.

Brack's dead, too.

Found his body last night
along with a suicide note

and the rifle
he used on Garrett.

Crazy fuck.

Did you call the police?

I couldn't find the ATV
at his house.

I was just looking for the ATV.

Must have ditched it here
to not be easily seen.

Unless he had someone
pick him up from here

and he holed up here until dark.

Makes sense.

Did Garrett change
his mind about the pool?

I just spoke with the designer.

He had a change of heart
about his

subdivision plans
after Max died.

That kind of loss
will do that to a person.

Your ankle feeling itchy?

Go ahead, scratch it.

I was just picking up
the casing.

Leave it,
and throw your gun to me.

I honestly don't know
who the bigger asshole was

between Garrett and Robert.

They both had uniquely
inflated egos.

But the more time
I spend with you,

I'm reminded of just
how much worse Robert was.

And you have that same
shit-eating grin,

just like a true son.

So, you killed Robert?

Kill your dad?
I'd never do such a thing.

What about Brandy?
You killed her, too?

Brandy is the only Warner

that ever acknowledged
my contribution.

Hey!

There's just no chance
you go away for good, was there?

Robert's long lost son.

I had many drinks with that man
and, I'm sorry to say,

not once did he ever
mention you.

Now you owe me twice.

How you holding up?

Isaiah.

Are you okay?

Sure.

I'm glad that you're safe.

I didn't know if Tommy
told you the news.

Tommy?

Yeah, Tommy.

She tell you your father's
been murdered?

See, we spent some time
together that next day

before she tried to kill me.

She didn't.

She would never do
something like that, ever.

She did.

But she's dead now.

So it all worked out for me.

There she is.

Hello, sis.

I didn't know if you knew
the big secret,

but considering Tommy did,
I assumed you did too.

How did you find us?

I came here with Garrett
when he signed the papers.

It only made sense you'd make it
your own, like everything else.

Great boat out there.

What do you say
we do a little day trip?

Sound fun?

Let's go.

Tommy had all the motive
in the world

preserving her precious lodge.

I pressed her on killing
Maxwell,

and she didn't deny it either.

But I didn't know you two
were partners

until she said
she'd never hurt you.

Do tell us more of your
amazing theories, detective.

Okay.

Sloane wasn't on that trip
with Robert, you were,

and you killed him on that boat.

Wow.

What are you on?
And can you get us some?

You killed Brack, too.

My witness said Brack
bragged about

sleeping with you for months,
long before Robert was dead.

You've really been thinking

a lot about me, haven't you?

I guess I should be flattered.

Sloane died
when she was with Brack.

Was her overdose accidental

or did Brack kill her
on purpose?

Sloane was never
supposed to die.

Beth!

Well, she wasn't.

Brack was only supposed
to be holding on to her for us.

Brack takes the fall
for everything.

Robert, Garrett, Maxwell.

Two of you ride off
into the sunset

with Sloane and Tommy
and the Warner family fortune.

Tommy would have stayed in town.

The lodge was her part of it.

You're a psychopath.

You actually trust her?

You tell me everything
I've said is the truth

and I'll spare you.

Beth, that drawer
right in front of you,

there's a pistol in it.

- Don't.
- Take it out.

You think I have any loyalties
to her after what I know?

Shoot him.

Don't press me.

- Shoot him.
- Don't.

Do it.

They're blanks.

Well, there you have it.

Almost half of Robert's
funeral guests wanted him dead.

And look at me, regular chip
off the old block.

Ladies.

Sorry for interrupting.

Not at all.

We found a real strength
in our shared losses.

Did you receive my check
for your upcoming campaign?

I did.

Thank you.

Look, I'm, I'm sorry
to bother you,

but I'm here
on official business.

Oh.

Everything you two have already
gone through,

we just found the body of your
ranch worker, Felix Leonard.

How terrible.

What happened?

Overdose.

I just...

The drugs in this community,
God...

We appreciate your
compassion, Bill.

Always.

Yeah.

Um, well, we need to

look through his
guesthouse at some point.

I'll leave you be,
I'll get back to the station.

You just let me know
a good time later today?

Of course.

Hmm.