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[ Boy ]
Over here!

Gotcha!

[ Grunts ]
Got it.

[ Laughs ]

The Rabbit Prince!

[ Flies Buzzing ]

[ Shutters Clicking ]
[ Man On Police Radio:
Indistinct ]

[ Siren Wailing ]

Thank you. I love
the smell of sugar cane
in the morning.

Controlled burn, my ass.
Make sure that red stuff
doesn't touch my dead stuff.

[ Officer ]
Yes, ma'am.

Yep. He's dead.

You Declan?
You found the body?

Cryin' shame.
You know
who that is?

Talking about the burn,
letting a good fire
go to waste.

Why do they do that
anyway?
You're not from around here?

Uh, Chi Town.

Windy City?
Chicago?

Before they can harvest
the sugar cane,

you gotta clear up
this here.

Fire bring out the rabbits,
so I always bring out
the Mud Boys.

You caught
all these rabbits?
You must be fast.

Gotta be. Coach Ward
say I gotta catch 50 if I
wanna play in the Mud Bowl.

Don't tell me you never
heard of no Mud Bowl.
Biggest football game all year.

Bigger than the Super Bowl?
Around these parts,
yeah.

Palm Grove King Snakes
gonna put the smackdown
on the Panthers.

Let me guess. You're going
for the King Snakes.
DeAndre Matthews. That's my boy.

Palm Grove wide receiver.
They say he got a shot in the
NFL someday, just like me.

Oh, yeah?
How many rabbits
you got in there?

Seven. Would've been more too
if I hadn't found
that dumb ol' body.

You wanna buy one?

What, a rabbit?
Yeah.

Sure you don't know
who that body is?

No, sir. But I'll
give you this cottontail
just for $2.00.

Make good pets.

If you don't want no pet,
just cook it.
Tastes good too.

All right, well--

Here.
Keep the change.

[ Chattering ]

[ Chattering ]
Yes, ma'am.
Yes, ma'am, that's right.

That's correct.

[ Jim Longworth ]
Some say I don't play well
with others.

I was a damn good detective
in Chicago,

until a disagreement
with my boss encouraged me...

to pack it up
and make a change.

So I put the Windy City
in my rearview and headed
to the Sunshine State.

Kick back. Play some golf.
Work on my tan.

Maybe write the occasional
speeding ticket.

Yeah.
Well, that didn't work out.

[ Officers Chattering ]

I didn't realize this was
a kosher crime scene,

otherwise I would've
brought my tchotchkes.

What?

Daniel!
"Happy bat mitzvah,
Esther"?

Don't start. I hauled ass
all through North Dade County.

Marisol says she's
having crème brûlée.

Esther?
Ben Feldman's daughter.

It's an important
rite of passage.

Feels like blunt force trauma.
There's also a distinctive
ligature mark around his neck.

- Made by?
- A ligature.

Something distinctive.

- Daniel.
- I'm on it.

His suit's almost
as nice as yours.

He was dragged. Postmortem
abrasions on his back and torso.

Killed elsewhere,
dumped here?

One of the muckety-mucks
from Okeechobee Sugar
is on their way.

So that's why F.D.L.E.
is investigating
and not Pahokee P.D.

They don't call it
Big Sugar for nothing.

Slightly tanned,
and an indentation around
the right middle finger.

- He's missing a ring.
- Yeah, but he's got
everything else.

Daniel!
Cell phone, car rental keys,
motel room keys, wallet.

Name's Curtis Taylor,
age 38, from Dallas, Texas.

Business card says he's
a real-estate developer.

So, someone buries Curtis here
hoping no one else will find it.

- But the killer
underestimated the muck.
- What is it about this muck?

Muck Boys,
Muck City, muck, muck--
No, it's the soil.

It's so rich and fertile
anything will grow in it, but
nothing stays buried in it long.

So we're looking for someone
who wouldn't know that.
Mm-hmm.

An outsider?
Yeah. And there's been plenty of
them around lately.

The family that owns
O.K. Sugar is looking
for a buyer.

They've owned this land
for generations, and now
it seems that they want to sell.

Heard it's worth
about $1.3 billion.

- Ooh.
- Competition must be stiff.

- [ Giggling ]
- [ Phone Beeping ]

I can't take him
anywhere.
Ah, wait. Wait a second.

They're here.

You wanna meet Big Sugar?

Shannon Simpson,
V.P. of P.R. for O.K. Sugar.

This is a terrible tragedy.
The company's prayers
are with the victim's family.

Do you know
who Curtis Taylor is?
No. I checked.

He's not a potential buyer,
but since the body was dumped
on company land...

we'd like to do
whatever we can to help you
with your investigation.

All we ask for
is your discretion.

Diligence,
thoroughness I get.

Not sure what you mean
by "discretion."

Every outlet from ESPN
to Joe Sports Blogger
is in town for the game.

Half of them would run over
their own grandmothers...

to get a story
about a dead body
in a cane field.

And it might affect the sale.
My job is to protect
the company's interests.

So is mine, unless
your company is interested
in hiding a murder.

No, we're not hiding anything.
In fact, we're giving you
everything.

This is a list of employees
with reprimands and complaints
on their file.

Big Sugar, Big Brother.

Locker theft.
Vending machine abuse.
Wow.

I realize it's all
pretty small-time stuff.

Except for
Ron Anderson.
Ron, yeah.

Uh, vandalized the cars
of three executives.

Threatened to take a baseball
bat to the C.E.O.'s head
if he sold the company.

And about two weeks ago
he got into a screaming match
with a junior exec.

Turned into
a bar brawl.
And you didn't fire him?

He's pretending to be
an activist. We don't
want to make him a martyr.

Where does
this boy scout work?
In the fields.

He's an ignition specialist.

Is that political
correctness corporatese
for "he starts fires"?

He was supposed to
start a fire in the field
where the body was found.

Wind shifted.
Divisional Forestry
pulled the permit.

Lucky for Ron.

Otherwise this fire would've
destroyed our evidence.
You wanna talk to him?

[ Horn Honking ]

[ Honking Continues ]

[ Engine Shuts Off ]

Yeah, I dumped some trash
on an executive's Mercedes.
So what?

Everybody in Pahokee
hates Big Sugar.

Can't live with 'em,
can't live without 'em, huh?
Like a bad marriage.

Name Curtis Taylor
ring a bell?
No.

What about this guy?

Uh-uh.
"Uh-uh"?
Take another look.

I don't know him.
I didn't say you knew him.

But you have seen him before,
haven't you, Ron?

Last week he was
hanging around the field--
the football field.

High school?
Yeah, he was watching us
practice every night.

"Us"?
Yeah, us.

I'm the King Snakes' assistant
to the coaching assistant.

Impressive.
Damn straight.

We've won the Mud Bowl the last
two years, and come Friday
it's gon' be three, baby.

Never heard of the assistant
to the coach's assistant.

It's a volunteer position.

Look, I could stand here
and talk football
with you all day,

but I gotta set this fire
'fore these winds shift again.

[ Door Closes ]

Damn it, Ray.

[ Nervous Chuckle ]

Overdue orange,
repo red,
poorhouse purple.

Oh, my God, girl, don't you
wish there were a pot of gold
at the end of this rainbow?

Are you trying
to cheer me up?

Callie, you're not
the first person to get
a little behind on your bills.

I'm more than
a little behind.

Well, have you talked
to Ray about this?

Because, I don't know,
maybe he could do something.

How?
I don't know,
but you have to--

Hey, honey,
did you eat yet?

I'm not hungry.

In about four days...

someone's having
a birthday, I think.

- Pretty big one too.
- Yeah, whatever.

Uh, Ray promised
to take him shooting
when he turned 13.

Why, hell,
I can do that!

Used to take your daddy
all the time.
Yeah.

Sure.
Thanks, Grandma.

[ Chuckling ]
Hey, listen, buddy,
I'm a good shot.

This could be fun.
Yeah.

It... will be.

Thank you, Jody,
but I can take him shooting.

[ Sighs ]
No way.

[ Phone Ringing ]

There's as many types of rope
as there are material.

Rope is one of man's
earliest inventions.

Well, let's hope
we don't have to go back
that far to find a match.

Daughters are a mitzvah.
And I should know--
I have three of my own.

Did Esther like her gifts?

Great. Great, great.

Mazel tov, Ben.
Bye-bye.

-Since when do you speak Hebrew?
-It's called having respect
for other people's traditions.

- You should try it.
- You ever heard of an assistant
to the coaching assistants?

- Come again.
- Sounds like an intern.

Turns out Curtis
was hanging out
around football practice.

Curtis might have been
a football player
back in the day.

He's had two
arthroscopic menisectomies
and an A.C.L. reconstruction.

Both common injuries
for a defensive lineman.

Hard to believe
a guy like that wouldn't
go down without a fight.

He's got defensive wounds,
but not many.

And I found sodium hydroxide
on his hands and in
his abrasions on his torso.

- It's lye.
- Why put lye on the body?

Lye's an accelerant.

Have you identified
what made those
ligature marks yet?

An accelerant like lye
would've helped the fire
destroy the body.

- That's not how he died.
- Thought you said it was
blunt force trauma.

There was, but that's
not what killed him.
You'll never guess.

He drowned.

- Or maybe you will.
- How did you--

The question is now,
what kind of water did he
drown in, fresh or salty?

Try soapy.

Now, that I would
never have guessed.

- Hut!
- [ Grunting ]

[ Whistle Blowing ]

Yeah! Go!
You know
who that is?

Everybody knows
who that is.
That's Bobby Bowden.

I'm gonna introduce myself.
You think Bobby Bowden
wants to meet you?

I doubt it,
but I want to meet him.

And, uh, gosh, we've had
a lot of great players
at Florida State,

from Bel Marra
and also from Palm Grove.

Right.
There's as much speed out here
as anywhere in the country.

Excuse me. Hi.
I'm Jim Longworth.
Hey, how you doin'?

Jim, how you doin'?
I'm not from around here,
but I'm a huge fan.

Well, that's good.
It's good to see you.
Excuse me. I've gotta go.

I was just wondering,
could you, uh, maybe just
say it for me once?

Say what?
You know.
"Dadgum it."

No, dadgum it.

You finish processing
Curtis's motel room?

Define "finished."

There's too many fingerprints
to count and enough bodily
fluids to shut down the C.D.C.,

but no blood.

- And no missing ring.
- I'll send someone to the cane
fields to look for it.

And by someone
I do mean Daniel.

[ Jim ] What about the bathtub?
Too small
for a 260-pound man.

Someone could have
held his head underwater,

but housekeeping said
the stopper in the bath
had been broken for months.

Daniel, I'm gonna need you
to pull the records
on Curtis's...

motel phone, home phone,
cell phone--

Saxophone,
Dictaphone,
xylophone.

What? I-I'm sorry,
Dr. Sanchez.
Were you talking to me?

You're not gonna find the killer
looking over there. Okay?

These players
are amazing.

[ Daniel ]
Muck City has sent
48 players to the NFL,

more than anywhere else
in the country--

Anquan Boldin,
Santonio Holmes,
Edgerrin James.

DeAndre Matthews.

Find that film crew.
See if there's any B-roll
on the victim from last week.

[ Woman ]
Listen to me!
[ Man ] I am listening.

Why didn't you
tell me?

Rita, trust me.
Don't worry. Okay?

Hey, Coach.

Looked like you were
getting an earful there.
What was that about?

Ever since that damn Blind Side,
all the players' mothers
think they're Leigh Anne Tuohy.

Gonna tell me
how to play the game.

Yeah?
Whose mother was that?

DeAndre Matthews's mom Rita.

I'm not gonna tell you
how to do anything.
I just wanna ask you something.

Okay.
What channel are you with?
[ Beeping ]

F.D.L.E.

[ Beep ]
You know this guy?

Yeah.

I saw him on the news.
It's the guy they found
in the sugar cane field.

And last week was he
hanging around practice?

Man, when I'm coaching
my head's in the game.

I don't have time
to be messing around,
looking at who's in the stands.

This isn't just a game.
It's a religion.

There's Curtis
in the background.

Sitting with
DeAndre Matthews.

What's a murdered
real estate developer
from Texas...

want with a Palm Grove
football phenom?

- Play that bit again.
- [ Audio: Tape Rewinding ]

Maybe Curtis is a booster
recruiting for a college team.

[ Woman Continues
On Monitor, Indistinct ]

What do you s--
Shh.

You can't hear them.
I'm listening to
their body language.

They're both extremely...
tense.

They both have
something to hide.
I want a copy of this footage.

[ Knocking ]

- Hey, Chicago.
- Hey!

- How was the cottontail?
- Delicious.

- Get who killed that man yet?
- I'm working on it.

Got any tips?
Yeah.

Try this.
It's for good luck.

Thanks.
[ Women Laughing ]

[ Chattering, Laughing ]

[ Chattering Continues ]

Afternoon, ladies.

Afternoon.
Oh! Afternoon!

Can you tell me
where Rita Matthews is?
That's where she stays.

What do you want with her?
I wanted to ask her
some questions.

About her son DeAndre,
mainly.

That young man is quick fast.
Got the best hands of anyone
here in Pahokee.

Was voted "Mr. Football"
three years in a row
ever since he been here.

- How many rabbits
does that translate into?
- [ All Laughing ]

Them recruiters
always wanna know about
them rabbits, don't they?

How many recruiters
DeAndre been talking to?
Oh, Florida State.

Oklahoma.
Austin.

- Austin, huh?
- Vivian, don't be telling
all of DeAndre's business.

You from Big Ten country?
I like Michigan for DeAndre.

He'd be better off
at Ohio State.

Oh, no!
No, no, no, Vivian!

DeAndre needs to go
somewhere where the offense
is fast-passin',

heavy-passin'
and high-scorin'.

Only way he gon' get
them stats for the NFL.

Everything you wanna know
about DeAndre you'll find
out Friday at the big game.

Mm-hmm.
Oh, yeah!

Coach Ward gon'
take them King Snakes
to the promised land.

Sometimes you need to take
matters into your own hands.
That's why I been prayin' on it.

She been makin' everybody
in the salon pray on it too.

Dear Lord,
don't make those nasty,

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
no-good,

do-nothin' Panthers win.

Amen!
Amen!
Amen!

Amen. [ Chuckles ]
What salon is that?

Mine. Minnie's House of Beauty,
right there on Lake Avenue.

What can you tell me
about Rita and Coach Ward?

Who told you
about them?
Vivian.

Nothin' to tell.

- What school you say you from?
- He didn't.

Oh, I'm investigating
a murder.

You know, the guy
in the sugar cane fields?

Hand me that bowl.

[ Gunshot ]

That was awesome!

I want to try.
All right, now,
remember what I told you?

Yeah.
Goggles and glasses.

Barrel always down and away.
This is the safety.
Safety always remains on.

Finger remains outside
the trigger guard
till you're ready to shoot.

Have a feel.

Whoa.
It's heavy.

Have you ever
shot anyone before?

I try not to.

I've been shot.
Where?

Chicago.

Oh, you mean where where.
Yeah.

On my ass.
Your mom's seen it.

- At the hospital
when she was treating me.
- Yeah.

So, the guy
who shot you.

Was he a bad guy?

Not so much a bad guy
as a guy
having a really bad day.

All right, ears on.

All right, knees bent,
shoulders back, eyes open.

Now slowly
squeeze the trigger.

[ Chuckles ]
Whoa.

You got three more bullets
with your name on 'em...
so to speak.

I hit it!

Yeah, you did.

[ Laughs ]

Beginner's luck.
Ears back on.
Let's go again.

Tell me something,
Dr. Sanchez.

Do you think
I'm stupid?

What makes you think
the F.D.L.E. should pay...

for your wife's
transportation home from
Esther Feldman's bat mitzvah?

I was called to a crime scene
and I couldn't drive her home.
I hired a car.

You hired a limo.
Town Car wouldn't do?

You don't know my wife.

Really?
Yeah.

Fox Sports
sent that footage over.

Was Curtis
missing a wedding ring?
No.

Uh, half-inch band, size 12.
Sent Daniel into the fields
to look for it. Why?

Curtis was married.

Called a ranger buddy of mine
in Texas to facilitate a death
notification for his wife.

He can't locate her, but he
promised to send us copies of
anything he digs up on Curtis...

and his missing wife.

Hope he gets more than I can.
I'm shut out.

I'm not surprised.
Muck City doesn't take
kindly to strangers.

Maybe I'll do a little
muckraking on Coach Ward.

- Careful.
- Daring is what I'm thinking.

- A bold move is the only way
to move forward in this.
- The game is a big deal.

- So is murder.
- So is making it out.

The people of Pahokee...

have managed
to make a way out
of no way.

They're proud of it, and they
should be, and we aren't
going to ruin it for them.

I'm not saying
don't investigate.

I'm just saying
don't cause a disruption.

[ Ward ]
Out the break! Out the break!
Get down there!

Sorry.
Just doing my job.

Sorry, kid.
What?

Come on, now.
Come on.

Hold on, now.
What's goin' on? Hold up!
Hey, what's going on?

[ Onlookers Chattering,
Jeering ]

Get these off of me!
I didn't do nothin'!

[ Woman ]
What's up?
[ Man ]
Yo, what's up with that?

That's wrong, man!

Thank you.

Sorry about the drama.

Wanted to talk to you.
Couldn't do it
on the 50-yard line.

When did you last
see your father, DeAndre?
It's just me and my moms.

I don't have a father.
Everybody's
got a father.

[ Tapping ]

Every time I look in the mirror
I notice one more thing
that reminds me of my dad.

The way he stands,
the way he frowns
even when he's smiling.

It's really starting
to piss me off.

[ Beeping ]

Apple doesn't fall far.

That man
is not my father.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Three years ago...

a woman named Rita Taylor,

she filed this--

protection from abuse--

against her husband
Curtis.

Two weeks later she,
uh, showed up in Pahokee
with her son,

only this time they were using
her maiden name-- Matthews.

How'd he find ya?
Saw me in a YouTube video
playing in our last game.

Weren't happy
that he tracked you down.
I don't care what he does.

I need to get back
to practice.

So the ring was a peace
offering. He wanted to take you
and your mother back to Texas.

Over my dead body!

Supposed to be
Mr. Upstanding Businessman?

Mr. Great Austin University
defensive end?

Supposed to be
someone I look up to.

Meanwhile he's beatin'
the hell out of her,
and I didn't do nothin'!

- You wanted to kill him.
- Hell yeah, I wanted
to kill him!

But I didn't.

Look, I didn't do it.

How'd you get those bruises
on your neck?

- You went after Curtis,
he fought back?
- I got these in practice.

[ Phone Ringing ]

[ Beep ]

You're off the hook,
DeAndre.

Someone confessed
to the murder.

Your mom.

"Curtis started beating me
the year DeAndre was born.

When I found out
he was in Pahokee,

I couldn't stop
thinking about the hell
he put us through."

Well, this tells me why.
I want to know how.

You already know how.
The confession has to be
in your own words.

I smashed him in the head
with a tire iron from my car.

Seeing him made me so angry
I couldn't control myself.

So it was his fault.
He made you so mad
you had to kill him.

- How'd you get the body
out into the field?
- In my car.

You moved a 260-pound man
from his motel room
into the trunk of his car.

Yeah. No, I--

What'd you do with the ring?
Curtis wore a ring
on his right hand.

A championship ring
from Austin University.

He was so proud of that.

I threw it
in Lake Okeechobee.

Are you seeing Coach Ward?

I only ask 'cause you two
looked pretty familiar
on the field the other day.

He's my son's coach.
He's a good and decent man.

Good and decent enough
to help you with a dead body?
No! I did it all by myself!

Okay, Ms. Matthews, I think
I have everything I need.
You're free to go.

That's it?
That's it. Unless you want
to confess to something else.

- Mom, what are you doing?
- You need to call a lawyer.

Sure, she can call a lawyer.
She's not under arrest.
She didn't kill Curtis.

Your mom is a terrible liar.
Worst I've ever seen.

But her instinct to protect
her child is impressive...
and troublesome.

Makes me think you do
have something to do
with this murder after all.

[ Handcuffs Clicking ]

And this time I really do
have to arrest you.

No! Wait!

Please!
Let him go!

** [ Radio: Blues ]
[ Bell Dinging ]

Afternoon, ladies.

Nice security system.

That's the alarm system.
That's for security.

- We got nothing to say to you.
- Should take my friend there
and go upside your head.

Careful, or he'll have you
arrested like he did DeAndre.

Mm-hmm.

Okay then.

I'll take a trim.

You want DeAndre
back in the game,
out of custody,

you're gonna have to
help me understand
a few things.

You want me
to cut your hair...

and do your job too?

I'm doing my job.

In fact, where were
you three ladies the night
Curtis Taylor was killed?

Here. I did Vivian's hair,
and then we all
went to football practice.

- And your husbands?
- [ Scoffs ]
Please.

[ Chuckles ]
What husbands?

Oh. I read you. Yeah.

Marriage is hard.
Well, so I've been told.

Course, you never know
when you're gonna meet
the right person.

Just when you do,
timing kinda sucks.

- You find one,
you put a ring on it.
- She already has one.

- She's married.
- Does her husband know
how you feel?

I doubt it.
He's in prison.

What you waitin' for?

Man gets himself locked up,
she doesn't owe him.

Could be she's scared
to live her own life.

Probably doesn't know
exactly what she wants to do.

You know,
sometimes it's better...

when somebody better
starts steppin' up
and steppin' in.

- You need to start steppin' up.
- Is that what happened
with Rita and Coach Ward?

He stepped up?

Rita confessed
to the murder.

He's messin' with us.
No, I took
the confession myself.

I'm pretty sure
she wasn't alone in it.

But if she
wants to go down for it,
I'll let her.

Unless someone tells me
if someone else
might have been involved or--

Oh. Really?
We're done?
Yeah.

Okay. Uh--

Looks kinda uneven.
Don't you think? Got that--

Right.

There you go.

Have a nice day.

[ Bell Dinging ]

Well, if it isn't
the Rabbit Prince.

Declan, I gotta ask.
What's with the bike?

You arrested DeAndre.
Give me my rabbit's foot back.

We get a lot
of abused women here.

How do you love someone
who treats you like that?
I know. It makes no sense.

But it's just sometimes
not that easy.

Okay. Well, tell me,
how do you wake
a woman like that up?

Everyone's different.
Different factors
are involved.

So, can't choose
who you fall in love with?
That kind of thing?

I mean, you'd never stay with
someone who hit you, right?

If any man ever abused me,
he'd be one of
your cold cases.

- So for some women
murder's the only way out.
- Well, at least they think so.

But that only applies
to women who lost
their support system...

or never had one
to begin with.

Everyone needs a support system,
especially with kids.

No one
can make you leave,

but if you don't have
anyone to help you get out,

then you could stay in
a bad relationship forever.

Support system, huh?

[ Woman On P.A.,
Indistinct ]

So, Jeff have a good time
shooting unarmed,
innocent milk jugs?

He did.
Thanks for asking me.

He any good at it?
Yeah.
He's a natural.

Great!

[ Both Chuckling Nervously ]

Anyway, I should, um--
Yeah, I should
get back at it.

- Thanks for the abuse.
- Yeah, no problem.

Hey, you arrested
their star player,
so they T.P.'d your car.

I told you not to mess
with the big game in Muck City.
Pahokee's revenge.

Mm-hmm. Game's tomorrow.
When are you going to
release DeAndre?

I'm raking the muck.
Muckraking's
my new calling.

Speaking of which,
I got some more dirt
from my friend in Texas.

Look, either charge DeAndre
or kick him.
I will. Just not yet.

[ Laughs ]
Really?

[ Carlos ]
What about Saturday night
for a round?

Of course. It's Shabbat.
How could I forget?

Yeah.
Sunday afternoon it is.

And I'll see about
those tee times.

[ Laughs ]
All right, Feldman.
Talk soon. Bye-bye.

I can get us tee times
anytime we want.
This isn't about you.

All right?
You and I can play
anytime.

Wh--
Yeah. Busy solving
a murder anyway.

- Any luck investigating
those ligature marks?
- Not yet.

Any luck
finding the ring?
No.

- I was gonna try pawnshops.
- No. Too personal
an item to sell.

-Whoever took it must've known
how much it meant to Curtis.
-Whoever took it was the killer.

I understand why DeAndre
and his mother
would want to kill Curtis.

But why now? Why not three years
ago when the coward was still
using her as a punching bag?

Curtis was gonna take
DeAndre back to Texas.
How?

Asking for another chance.
If that didn't work,
the law was on his side.

Curtis filed papers
with the Texas court.

He was gonna take action
against Rita for kidnapping.

Why bother
trying to bribe him
with his A.U. ring?

Like most abusers,
he was delusional. Wanted
DeAndre to come willingly.

Yeah, but DeAndre said no
and Rita sure as hell
wasn't going to help Curtis.

Who would he turn to?
Who's gonna help him?

If only we had
DeAndre's phone.

Oh, wait! We do!

[ Shouting, Cheering ]
[ Player ]
Forty-two! Hut!

[ Bodies Crashing Together ]
[ Grunting, Shouting ]

[ Whistle Blowing ]

- What's up, baby?
- Mm-mmm.

Baby girl?
Uh, mm-mmm.

Bo?
Oh, no.

Hey, girl.

"Hey, girl"?
Hey, girl.

[ Beeping ]

"Cops planning
to check lockers."

** [ Phone: Ringtone ]

Hold up.

I'll be right back.

[ Whistle Blowing ]

I believe you have
a ring for me.

- I'm not talking to you.
- Hey, if I killed someone
I wouldn't talk to me either.

You're not gonna trick me
into saying something.
I'm waiting for my lawyer.

Okay.

Let's wait.
[ Sighs ]

[ Exhales ]

But before your lawyer comes,
Crystal, you should know
you're in a world of trouble.

Curtis was wearing this ring
the day he died.

Only way you could have got it
is if the killer gave it to you.
Then you're an accessory.

Or you took it
off the body yourself.
Then you're the killer.

Either way-- Whew.
Not looking good for you.

I was at practice,
and then I was with DeAndre.

I wouldn't link my alibi
to a guy who's already
sitting in jail.

I didn't kill Mr. Taylor.
He gave me the ring
to give to DeAndre.

He wanted me to convince DeAndre
to move back to Texas with him.

Said he'd make sure DeAndre
got to play football at A.U.

You didn't want DeAndre
to move back to Texas
with his dad.

- That's why you killed Curtis.
- No!

Yeah!
It makes perfect sense.

Colleges are recruiting DeAndre.
He's got a shot at the NFL.

That's your meal ticket
outta here.

- I only want
what's best for him.
- And for you.

- He goes back to Texas
with his dad, it's all over.
- You're wrong.

DeAndre loves me.

And besides, he doesn't
need his daddy to go to A.U.

If he really wanted to go
he'd ask Coach Ward,

just like he does
with everything.

Coach Ward helped him
get away from Texas and
come here in the first place.

Excuse me.

Can I leave?

No, you can't.

Thank you very much.

Curtis Taylor wasn't
the only person that played
at Austin University.

You checked
with their department
of athletics?

Guess who else was listed
on exactly the same squad.

Coach Ward.
He conveniently forgot
to mention that earlier.

Yeah.
[ Knocking ]

We're in the middle
of a strategy session.

We lost one of our best players,
as you know.

Rabbit stew.

We make it every year
before the game.

Well, you'll be happy to know
DeAndre Matthews
has been "unarrested."

- Oh! You hear that, guys?
DeAndre can play!
- That's great news.

Not so great is you lying
about not knowing Curtis Taylor.

Hey, fellas,
give us a minute here.

All right,
let's go, Tim.

"A.U. Football, 1993."

Same team, same year.

Different experience.
Curtis was a star,
your ass was warming the bench.

Should've tried out for
the cheerleading team with Rita.
You might have had a chance.

I played.
In practice, maybe.
What, two games?

No wonder you don't wear
your ring. You didn't
earn it the way Curtis did.

I may not have played as good
as Curtis, but I know the game
better than anyone.

And look who's winning now.
Yeah, but not back then.

Two months after graduation
Rita is Curtis's wife.

We pulled
Curtis's phone records
from four years ago.

You called his house
at least, what, twice a month?

Yeah, but not
to talk to Curtis.

You rang
to talk to Rita.

You knew he was
no good for her.

You were hoping one day
she'd dump
the loser husband.

You were trying to get her out
of a bad marriage. You became
a father figure to her son.

- You were trying to steal
another man's family away.
- [ Clears Throat ]

[ Engine Stops ]
Not that there's
anything wrong with that.

We have a warrant
to search your premises.

What?

[ Police Radio: Dispatcher ]
Units 417, 632--

[ Dispatcher Continues,
Indistinct ]

[ Jim ]
After you.

Detectives.
How you doin'?

What? Let's go.

Why does the coach have
an O.K. Sugar employee
parking pass on his windshield?

Ooh. You could haul a lot
of dead weight with that.

I don't know about Chicago,
but in this part of the world...

you need a winch to haul
all sorts of stuff
out of the muck.

- Or bury it.
- Hey! What you doin'
to my truck?

- What are you doing
to that trash?
- I'm helping the coach out.

Well, you're not
helping him out inside.

That job looks like something
for assistant to the assistant
of the assistant coaches.

- Just don't touch my truck.
- No problem.

Small problem.
Our warrant doesn't
cover his truck.

Only evidence recovered
inside of the residence.

Oh, yeah?

[ Exhales ]

Good enough for me.

The ligature marking
on Curtis's neck matched
the patterns on the winch.

Daniel only looked at ropes
and chains, not cables.
Mmm. Can't wait to tell him.

If Curtis's body was in
the back of Ron's truck, his
D.N.A.'s gonna be all over it.

If? I found skin and blood
on the winch
and in the flatbed.

Also on the skin
were traces of lye.
Just like on the body.

That's weird.
It's not weird.
It's evidence.

Hard to believe Ron would be
so desperate to be part of
the team that he'd kill someone.

Not if Coach Ward
put him up to it.

Some people will do anything
to get ahead.

What?
Esther Feldman's bat mitzvah.

Yeah?
Esther Feldman?

As in,
daughter to Ben Feldman?
Judge Ben Feldman?

Oh, yeah, that's right.
Ben is a judge.

Judge Ben Feldman who's on the
F.D.L.E. advancement committee?
Is he? Hmm. I didn't know that.

You're Chief Medical Examiner.
What's next?

President of Death?
Keeper of Corpses?

Wh--
You can't be promoted
anymore.

I like meeting new people.
No, you don't.
You're like me.

No, I'm not.
And that's why
you're alone.

It's Marisol, isn't it?
You're networking
to please your wife.

That's what happens when
the Coast Guard rescues you with
just your clothes on your back.

You want crazy things,
like success.

And all off the back of
little Esther Feldman.

You oughta be ashamed of
yourself, using a 12-year-old
kid to win points with a woman.

Back at ya, big daddy.
For the record?

Mm-hmm.
Jeff turned 13 today.

Really?
Mm-hmm.

And yeah, I would do
anything for him,
even kill if I had to.

But I got no reason
to kill Curtis Taylor.

But Coach Ward does.
Hey.

- That's a good man
you're talking about.
- So I keep hearing.

You know what Coach Ward said
about you? Night of the murder,
you left practice early.

- Where'd you go?
- Had some personal business
to attend to.

"Personal business," Ron?
Sounds like a bit
of an oxymoron.

[ Exhales ]
She told me not to tell.

My ex-wife.
We were havin' sex.

- Really?
- Surprised me too.

- So sex with the ex
isn't a regular occurrence.
- No.

She came on to me
over at the practice field.

Damn good-lookin' too.
She had her hair done
and everything.

I mean, I wasn't gonna
pass up a chance
to hit that again.

So you see why
I can't tell you
who it is, don't you?

Oh, being a gentleman
you wouldn't want to besmirch
a lady's reputation...

in case you wanted
to hit that again-- I get it.

[ Bell Dinging ]
We're closed.

This'll only take a minute.
The game's
about to start!

And DeAndre is playing tonight!
Whoo, thank the Lord.
We gon' kick some ass tonight.

[ Ringing ]

Last week someone called
the Texas State Attorney's
office from this phone.

Found out from a clerk
that Curtis had filed papers
to bring DeAndre back to Texas.

Well, you couldn't
let that happen.

I don't wanna
miss the kickoff.
If we gotta go, you gotta go.

I didn't think a woman
was strong enough
to kill Curtis.

But three women?
[ Chuckles ]
I did not see that.

You guys are Rita's
support network.

You each bring
something different
to the party.

- Crystal is
your granddaughter, right?
- You keep Crystal out of this!

It's okay, Remelle.
Don't let him get to you.

You told Curtis
that Crystal wanted to
talk to him about DeAndre.

So he came here.

Probably sat in this chair,

where you whacked him
over the head with
your little friend here.

Then...

you wheeled him
over to the sink,
where you drowned him...

in soapy water...

with traces of lye.

"C.J.'s Hair Relaxer."

Main ingredient?
[ Chuckles ] Lye.

But you needed a way
to move the body,

which is why Vivian's
been having sex
with her ex-husband Ron--

'cause you needed his truck
with the winch.

Don't worry. He's been
a complete gentleman. Left your
name out of it till the end.

But he did tell you when
the next controlled burn
was scheduled.

Only...

you guys didn't plan
on the wind changing.

You can't prove
any of this.

Do all your customers
bleed so much?

[ Radio: Police Dispatcher,
Indistinct ]

Ooh-ooh!

[ Horn Blaring ]

[ Shouting, Chattering ]

Going to the game?

Can't.
Late for a party.

Declan, you do know
that's a girl's bike,
right?

What can I say?
Ladies love
the Rabbit Prince.

- You knew who that dead body
was, didn't you?
- Yeah.

He bought one of my rabbits,
asked if I knew DeAndre.
He even gave me his card.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- I didn't want DeAndre
to get in trouble.

Besides, I knew
you'd figure it out.
You the 5-0, man.

Didn't even need it.

[ Shouting, Chattering ]
** [ Pep Band:
Percussion ]

[ Man ]
Whoo! DeAndre!

[ Chattering ]

No way. No way!
It's an XBox 360?

Oh, my gosh!
Thank you so much, Mom!
That's, um, not from me, kiddo.

Who's it from?
I have no idea.

- [ Knocking ]
- Excuse me.

Ah. I see I came
at the right time.

That was too expensive.

Well, I can't justify
buying it for myself.

This way I get to
come over here
and play it.

Uh, can I call you later?
'Cause we're kind of
in the middle of something.

Jeff didn't tell you?
Tell me--

He invited me to his party.
He said you were
okay with it.

But if it's a problem--

No, I mean,
his grandma's here.
Ah.

Oh, my gosh, dude!
Thank you so much!

I take it you like it.
Oh, my gosh!
It's awesome!

Um, drinks
are in the kitchen.

So I'll go
set up the game.

Uh--
I'm sorry
to interrupt,

but your daddy's
on the phone.

He would like to wish you
a happy birthday.
Great!

Why don't you take it
in the other room?

That way y'all
will have more privacy.

Okay, um, you set the game up.
I'm player number one.

Hey, Jeff, you know what?
Uh, next time, man.

I just came by
to say happy birthday.
You know, the--

Yeah. See?
Office never sleeps.

Okay.
Well... thank you.
All right.

Happy birthday.
[ Jeff ]
Thanks.

Thanks.

[ Callie ]
Hey, Ray. No. Yeah.
Birthday boy's right here.