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* And the endless summer
is here to stay *

* I'm never leaving
this tropical bay *

* Where every sunrise
brings another holiday *

* You're gonna find me

Thanks!

* Where the lobsters boil

* And the clams bake

* The steel drums play,
the grass skirts shake *

* Just love my life
on a tropical holiday **

The next crazy old man
who grabs me is getting
my foot up his ass.

Tell me about it.
One of them also asked me if
I knew The Sun Also Rises.

What the hell kind
of question is that?

And what are they
even celebrating?

Some dude named Hemingway.
It's his birthday.

I heard one of them say
he's, like, 112.

Is that even possible?
Apparently.

Good luck!
Ah! Thanks.

[ Woman ]
Whoo! Oh!
[ Laughing ]

- Oh!
- [ Gasps ]

- [ Screams ]
- Brandy? Brandy!

What's wrong?
[ Gasps ]

[ Brandy ]
Oh, God.

[ Man On Police Radio,
Indistinct ]

Victim's name
is Gordon Adams.

- Twenty-six years old with--
- White hair?

Dyed white hair.
Kind of looks like,
um, uh--

- Oh, you know, um--
- Ernest Hemingway?

Wow. I was gonna say
"Colonel Sanders,"
but, okay, Hemingway.

But unlike Hemingway,
this wasn't a suicide.

The entrance wound
from the bullet is on
the back of his head,

and there's no stippling,
so it wasn't at close range.

Both legs were broken,
but after he was killed.

[ Man ] How you doin'?
[ Callie ]
Good.

Actually,
there's not much to see.

There's no bruising
or hemorrhaging,

which is how I knew
the fractures were postmortem.

Normally, you'd only
make this kind of discovery
in autopsy,

but I was able
to palpate the legs.

[ Chuckling ]
Of course, you can read
all of this in my report,

so why bother listening
when you have more interesting
bodies to look at?

Uh, what?
Hey, Carlos.

Hey.
What?

What? What?
No, uh-- No, nothing.

Just you look
really nice today.

I mean, not that you
don't look nice every day.
Just today.

I never wonder why
he's single.

[ Chuckling ]
Uh, thank you.

So, who am I testing
for gunshot residue?
Good question.

Um--
No, I mean how many kits
am I gonna need?

Another good question.
Yeah.

Actually, there was, uh,
one captain, two waitresses
and 30 patrons.

Thirty-three suspects?
You couldn't
narrow it down any?

- He hasn't canvassed
the witnesses yet.
- Yet, yet.

I'm gonna talk
to these two.

- What are those two?
- Pirates.

- Their names are
Brandy and Sherry.
- Brandy?

They looked official,
so I asked.

Did the victim get in a fight
or an argument with anyone?

It's a booze cruise.
They were all fighting and
arguing and arm wrestling.

Anyone specific that the victim
got into a fight or an argument
or arm wrestle with?

- You mean, like a name?
- Or a description.

White hair, white beard.
You mean, like the victim?

Exactly like the victim.
They all look like the victim.

In case you were wondering,
For Whom the Bell Tolls.

It tolls for me. Yeah.

[ Man ]
It's in the unit.
Let me get it.

[ Man #2 ]
Okay. Appreciate it.

That's far enough, sir.

Hey, Detective, this
gonna take much longer?

It'll take as long
as it takes, Captain Frank.

'Cause I'm right
in the middle of Hemingway Fest,
and I got charters all week.

Yeah. What is it with
you guys and Hemingway?

Ernest Hemingway was
the greatest man's man
that ever lived.

Oh.
He wrote like a man,
drank like a man,

chased tail like a man.

So every year for the last--
I don't know-- 33 years,

Hemingway Fest
celebrates his life.

Oh, yeah? How?
By, uh, hosting a booze cruise?

[ Chuckles ]
No, the booze cruise
was all my idea.

But Hemingway Fest does host
a short story competition,

where the contestants
are judged by their clothing
and how well they speak.

Wow. Sounds manly.

What about
the bathing suit competition?

I'll tell you what--
there'll be some drinking
and some arm wrestling...

and a look-alike contest,
of course.

Of course.
Hence the victim, Gordon Adams.
Did you know him?

No. Wasn't signed up
for the booze cruise.

He wasn't even on the boat.
No. He was underneath it,
being dragged by you.

I thought she was running
a little slow.

A little slow?
Yeah, a little extra weight,
like a dead body.

And what are these?
Gas tanks?

"Ford's Fill 'Er Up."
Is that you?

Yeah.
I own a gas station.

Also own
a deep-sea fishing boat
and, uh, some land.

I'm just a small businessman
trying to make a living,
Detective.

But this here--
she's my big moneymaker.

Well, you can go a long way with
these gas tanks on "this here."

I told you, I got charters
booked all week.

I don't really care
where you're going, Frank--
just where you been.

If you're asking
for a course map,
I don't have one.

Then I'm asking you
to draw a map.

Sooner you do that,
sooner you get your boat back.

- Want to do me again?
- Thanks, no. Once was enough.

Wow. That ever really
work for you?

You know what?
This guy will provide paper
and coloring-in pencils.

Go for your life.

[ Scoffs ]
Sorry you had to deal with that.

Nah.
Uh, how'd it go?

Well, all the Papa Hemingways
agreed to let me test them,

but there wasn't
any G.S.R. on their hands
from shooting a gun--

neither on the pirate wenches
or Captain Crunch.

Here I was afraid that it'd be
a complete waste of your time.

I did get a couple marriage
proposals out of it.
That, I'm not surprised.

I kind of have to go.
I have a shift at the hospital.

Hey, you want to grab
a drink later?
Maybe.

Uh, what's that?

It's just something I
was leaning on to write.

That's Gordon Adams.

Are you sure it's not
just another Hemingway?
Not according to the caption.

"Gordon Adams,
arm wrestling champion,

celebrates his victory
while his new bride, Shelby,
looks on."

If looks could kill--
And maybe they did.

You got time
for one more G.S.R. test?
I promise, it'll be easier.

Huh.
Never noticed that before.

Third-row seating?
Uh, yeah.

Uh, comes in handy
when I have to pick up Jeff
from soccer practice,

and surprise-- he's invited
half the team back to the house!

[ Jim ]
Oh, there's our girl.

[ Squawking ]

[ Southern Accent ]
Here you go.
Oh, good.

That'll be $20.

Thank you.

Hi. Hi. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Nice doggie. Good dog.
[ Barking ]

You want to put your dog
on a leash there?

- Come on, Beau. Sit.
- [ Beau Growls ]

Can I help y'all
with somethin'?

Yeah. You, uh--
You Shelby Adams,
married to Gordon Adams?

I've seen a lot of jealous
husbands with guns before,
but never with a badge.

- That's a first.
- No, no, we're not--

- He's not my husband.
- No, we're not-- No.

Yeah, well, you look
like Gordon's type--
female and breathin'.

- Unlike your husband.
- That is--

What? I'm--

Uh, Mrs. Adams,
we're very sorry,

but your husband was found
murdered this morning.

Thank you for letting me know.
Thank you for
verifying a motive.

I didn't kill Gordon.

I didn't like him
runnin' around on me,

but if I wanted
to get rid of him,
I would just file for divorce.

Where were you last night?
Here.

We live behind
the bait shop.
So you were alone?

No. I was with Beau.

Okay. Where can I
find this Beau?

[ Beau Panting ]
Beau's the dog.

Oh, Beau,
your angry dog.

All right. Your husband was shot
in the head and then dumped in
waters somewhere around here.

Boat picked up his body.
Just went straight past here.

You-- Anything to say
about that?

Say you want an answer,
you better ask me
a question.

[ Phone Ringing ]

Yeah. Carlos,
just hang on a sec.

- Can I see your hands?
- You see them.
They're right here.

No. She wants to test
for gunshot residue.

That's so we can test
if you've shot a gun.

Yeah, I know what it is.
Really?

Yeah. I also know
she needs a warrant
for that.

I know my rights.
Come on, Beau.

[ Grunts ]
Bye, Beau.

[ Imitating Southern Accent ]
She definitely could
have killed him.

[ Laughs ] Or, if she didn't,
you'd think she'd want to help
us find out whoever did.

I know this is hard
for you to believe,
but not everyone likes cops.

Well, especially when
they have something to hide.
Yeah. Carlos?

All right.
I'll be right there.

That is if Callie
can drop me off on the way
to the hospital.

- Get in.
- Thank you.

Determining time of death
is always tricky,

but when the body's in water,
it's almost impossible.

So we have no idea
when Gordon was killed.
Around 10:00 p.m. last night.

His pocket watch stopped
when he hit the water.

What kind of 26-year-old
wears a pocket watch?

The kind of 26-year-old
who would dye his hair
to look like Ernest Hemingway.

- Oh, right.
- I wouldn't do that
if I was you.

What?
To figure out
the caliber of the bullet,

I had to collect
all the fractured bones
and reconstruct his skull.

- Ah. And?
- And the bullet is a .380.

Or a nine millimeter.
It's, uh, close in size.

Anything you can
tell me for sure?

Gordon may not have
looked exactly like Hemingway,
but he sure had his liver.

The guy was a big drinker.

He had cirrhosis, early stages,
and hepatorenal syndrome,

which is a dysfunction
of the kidney.

- At 26?
- Yeah.

He must have consumed 13,
14 drinks a day every day,
including the day he died.

His blood alcohol level
at the time of death
was off the charts.

Off the charts
like, what-- .28?

- Try .48.
- Phew! That's a lot
of Mojitos.

It wasn't your
run-of-the-mill rum
coursing through his veins.

The percentage of alcohol
was much higher,
like 120 proof.

What, like grain alcohol?
Hmm. More like ethanol,
as in... gas.

[ Sniffs ]
Phew.

- Like Frank's Fill 'Er Up?
Daniel.
- Yeah?

I need you to find out
the address for Frank Ford's
gas station...

and anything on his business,
his dive boat and his property.

E-mail it to your phone?
No. Put it in a file.
Meet me in my car.

Got it. Your car.
Wait. Your car?

Just don't forget
to fasten your seat belt.

[ Chuckles ]

I'm sorry.
That man is too damn handsome
for his own good.

- Does Callie know?
- Does Callie know what?

- What are you two
whispering about over there?
- Dr. Avery's back.

- Ben's back?
- Just started today.

Good. We need a strong hand
around here.

Well, she'd know about that.

Sorry. I've never been
on a stakeout before.
It's not a stakeout.

If anyone asks,
technically,
you're undercover.

Undercover? Really?
Okay!

Wait.
Shouldn't I have a gun?

So you can shoot yourself
in the foot? Or worse,
shoot me in the foot?

Look. Here.

Twenty dollars?
Yeah. See that guy
over there?

Yeah.
Well, unfortunately,
he's seen me too.

So I need you to go up
to him and ask for...
a can of premium to go.

Just like that.
Just keep it simple.

- A can of premium to go.
- Yep.

Okay. Let's do this.

Oh, wait.
Don't I need, uh, a gas can?

Well, if this court
transcript is correct,
he'll give you one.

Thank you, sir.

Excuse me? Sir?

You lost?
No, uh, a can
of premium to go.

You want a can
of premium, huh?
Yeah. That's right.

Wait right there.
Thanks.

[ Grunts ]

Oh. Great.

- [ Engine Starts ]
- Use it in good health.

[ Siren Blares ]

Detective.

- You done with my boat?
- Not as long as you
keep lying to me.

Two weeks ago,
Gordon was arrested
for assaulting someone.

That someone
happened to be you.

Uh, what was the trouble
between you two?
Wasn't no trouble.

No trouble.
Oh, like when you got caught...

bootlegging moonshine five years
ago in South Carolina?

See, before Gordon was shot,
he was drinking a pretty
powerful alcohol--

more than 120 proof.

Alcohol that pure can
only be one of two things--

either ethanol gas
or moonshine.

Daniel, why don't you
pour me a cup?

Oh, I don't know if
that's the best idea.

I wouldn't drink that
if I were you.

Well, chemically speaking,
ethanol and moonshine
are the same, right?

That's true, but by law, you're
supposed to denature ethanol
or lace it with poison...

to keep people
from drinking it.

That didn't stop Frank
from serving it to Gordon,
now, did it?

Daniel, hit me.

So, uh, you got him drunk,
then put a bullet in his head?

That's not true.
Which part?

Putting a bullet in his head
or getting him drunk?
Both.

- Well, we'll see about that.
- Detective--

Okay.

- [ Gags, Coughing ]
- What do you want me to do--
call an ambulance?

- Call 911?
I can do that.
- Just-- Daniel!

- I'm C.P.R.-certified, okay?
- I'm fine.

Bet that put some hair
on your chest.

Well, not as bad as what
I'm about to put on you.

[ Strained Voice ]
Frank Ford, you're under arrest.

For what?
Selling moonshine?

Better.
Suspicion of murder.

Hands, please.
[ Coughs ]

First, you make out like
you don't even know the guy.

Now you're saying that you
and Gordon Adams were friends,
even after he assaulted you.

So we had a fight.
I didn't even press charges.

I went out of my way
to keep his ass out of jail.

Maybe you wanted to
keep his ass out of jail
so you could kill him.

Why would I do that?
Well, I don't know.

Maybe it had something to do
with why Gordon assaulted you
in the first place.

I don't even remember.
Yeah.

I believe that
like I believe your alibi about
being alone on the boat.

And frankly, Frank, you look to
me like the guy that was voted
most likely to murder someone.

I don't have to sit here
and be insulted by you.

Actually, Frank,
you kind of do.
Sit down.

Last I checked,
making moonshine was illegal.
You don't have to tell me.

My family's been
makin' 'shine since before
the Whiskey Rebellion.

And that right there--
that ain't even 'shine.

Oh, really?
'Cause our hydrometer
says it's 120 proof.

Phew! Yeah.
100% legal.

It's called Rottweiler.

I get it from a
fully licensed distiller,
a guy named Andrew Bailey.

If it's legal,
why are you trying to
make out that it isn't?

Everybody knows moonshine
tastes better when it's illegal,
and it definitely sells better.

Makes people feel good
when they think they're
breaking the law.

Oh, well, then murdering
Gordon Adams must have made
you feel pretty damn good.

I didn't kill Gordon Adams!
Go talk to Andrew.
He'll tell you.

Oh. You know I will.

[ Man ] Moonshine?
No, man, I don't sell
that stuff in my bar.

'Cause Frank Ford
said you had some.

You know Frank Ford,
do you, now?
I do.

You ever tasted
real 'shine before?

Yep. Damn near
blew my doors off.

All my hooch
is strictly cat daddy.

My great grandpappy
taught it to his son.

He taught my daddy.
My old man passed it
down to me.

You got Rottweiler?
Fighting kind.
Excellent choice.

Now, this right here
is the shit.

Grandpappy Drew used to say it
tastes like the devil's tears...

'cause that's what comes out
when Satan cries.
Really?

So, did Grandpappy Drew
say that when he was toasting
you graduating from Tulane?

Summa cum laude,
with a degree
in marketing...

and a rap sheet
for possession
of an illegal substance.

Got knocked down to
36 months' probation, huh?
How'd you know that?

Because I know where you live,
who you call, what you sell,
yada yada yada.

So this whole hipster
cat-daddy routine...

is really just a front
to sell hooch, right?

Got me, bro.

But I'm also guessing
that you know that this stuff
is not really illegal.

I'm a licensed distiller
of Rottweiler unaged whiskey.

Now, if I wasn't licensed,

the very same recipe
for the very same hooch
would be illegal.

And better marketing.
Yeah. I know how that works.

What I don't know is
what was going on between
your friend Frank Ford...

and my murder victim,
Gordon Adams.

Yo, I'll-- I'll
tell you everything.
Just do me a solid.

Grab me by the arm
and yank me over to the side.
What?

You know how much more business
I'll get if people think
this stuff is illegal?

My pleasure.
All right!

- What's going on?
- I don't know.

All right, look.
All the booze cruise captains
are talking about what happened.

It's crazy.
He was a good guy.

When he first came to Florida,
you know, he used to
hang out here a lot.

Then he, you know,
hooked up with that banshee.

Shelby.
Her fish-and-tackle shop's
not far from here.

Yeah, I swear I'll never
understand why Gordon
went and married her.

She's always complaining
about something.

Something or someone?

Yo, it's no secret she
doesn't like me or my bar,

especially since she runs
that skanky nip house.

Nip house?
Yeah.

Yo, she sells moonshine
out of an illegal backroom bar
inside the store.

And that rotgut she peddles
will make you go blind
for reals, man.

You never reported it.
Out of respect for Gordon.

But his crazy bitch wife--
that's who you should bust.

Yeah, you'd like that,
wouldn't you? Make things
a lot easier for you.

Tell you what. You got any more
tips on how I should do my job,
make things easier for you,

call me.

[ Elevator Bell Dings ]

Hey, can you hold--

Callie.
Ben.

Uh, how are you?
I'm good. How are you?

I'm great. I'm great.
Thank you.
Good.

Uh--
[ Laughing ]

What are we doing?
I don't know.

Hi.
Hi.

You know, I've been having
these, uh-- these little
mini reunions all day.

But this was the one
that I was waiting for.
Oh, please.

Oh, yeah, you--
You look fantastic,
by the way.

No, I don't, but thank you.

I've been on my feet
all day.
[ Phone Ringing ]

I'm so sorry.
I've got to rush off for
a meeting with the board.

But I would really love to
get together with you sometime.
Yeah. That sounds great.

Oh.

I heard you got divorced.

Get off my property,
Detective!

- You makin' moonshine, Shelby?
- That what Andrew Bailey
told you?

He's been gunnin'
for me for years.

That's funny. He says
it's the other way around.
[ Scoffs ]

He's just a wannabe.

He wants to move down here
and live the life.

Messed everything up.

Wants to tell the locals
what they should do,
how they should live.

Kind of like you,
Detective.

You're not
from around here.
Chicago.

Yeah.
I can always tell.

Gordon wasn't
from around here either.

You took to him.

It was easy to take to Gordon.

It was pinnin' him down
that was so damn hard.

You're drunk, aren't ya?

[ Laughs ]
Stinkin'.

That's for you, Gordon.

You rest in peace,
you son of a bitch.

I swear I didn't mean for it
to happen like this.

- You blame yourself?
- Of course I do.

I need to stop talking.

Well, I'm a good listener.

Why are you so upset,
Shelby?

I'm not upset.

I'm angry.
[ Sobbing ]

Upset.

God, I'm drunk.

Hey, don't let me stop you.
Hell, I'll join you for one.

- Why don't we go back inside?
- The hell you will.

You can tell Andrew Bailey
that he can go to hell.

Just get off my land.

I'm sorry.
Mom's not home.

Oh, 'cause I saw the Kia
in the driveway.
Nope.

It's just, um, I left
some notes from an interview
in there, I think.

You... took notes?

I've been known
to take notes.

I'm just kidding.

[ Laughs ]
Come on in.
Right.

Uh, yeah, Mom said she found
something in the car that she
thought might be yours.

Huh.
Yeah. So, uh--

Where is your mom?

She went running, so--
Running? From what?

[ Chuckles ]
Um--

I didn't know she ran.
Uh, yeah.
She went with a friend.

They used to
run together.
A friend?

Yeah. Some lady
she used to work with.
Right.

Well, that's nice
for your mom.
Yeah.

How, uh-- How are you?

What do you mean?
Well, you know, how--
how are you feeling?

I'd be even better
if people stopped asking me
how I was feeling.

Got it.
Yeah.

Well, this doesn't
really look like notes.

More like a half-off-pitcher-
of-beer-and-half-dozen-oysters
coupon for Smiling Jimmy's.

Yeah. That actually
might be mine.
Yeah, probably.

[ Phone Rings, Beeps ]
Andrew. What's up?

Detective,
Shelby's here in my place!
She's going crazy!

All right.
I'll be right there.
Sorry. I'll ask Mom.

Maybe she's seen it.
Seen what?

Oh, right. The notes.
Yeah.

Okay. Cool. Later.
All right. Later.

Hey, Shelby,
do not light that!
Okay, look.

I'm sorry for all the things
I said about you.
No, no, no, stop!

You are losing it,
you crazy bitch!

Shelby! Shelby, do not do it.
Shelby, just take that rag off.

- Hey, Shelby. Shelby, don't.
- Do not do that. No, no, no!

- No, no!
- [ Crowd Exclaiming ]

What did you do,
you crazy bitch?

Call the fire department.
What the--

Yeah, I have an emergency.
My, uh, bar is on fire.

[ Exhales ]

[ Chattering ]

Watch your head.

Daniel. Here.
Make sure that gets back
to the evidence lab.

Why? To test
for accelerant?

Well, it's probably
moonshine, but--
[ Siren Wailing ]

You know what?
Just test it.
Uh, one more thing.

Andrew Bailey called me
on this cell phone number.

Find out everything
you can about it.
You got it?

I got it.
You got it?

I'm gettin' it.
Good.

[ Barking ]
[ Man ]
Easy. Easy.

Come on now.

Come on!
Let's go.

[ Barking Continues,
Growling ]

Who says I don't have
a way with animals?
Sheesh.

Let's see
what Shelby's hiding.

Cracked corn and mason jars--
two things used to
make moonshine.

- There's no still.
- There's one here.

This place certainly
looks like it can be
an illegal nip house.

Not that I've
ever been in one.

No.

Also a good place
to murder a cheating
ex-husband.

She could have shot Gordon here
and then dragged him down
to the water there.

Yeah, but a bullet to the head--
there'd be a lot of blood.

Yeah.

Give me a hand?

Something tells me
that stain's not from whiskey.

Someone's definitely
bled out here.
Shelby tried to hide it.

I can run a Teichmann test
on the hemoglobin.
Let's see if it's Gordon.

Hey, Jim.
It's, uh, Callie.

Um, Jeff told me
that you came by last night.

Um, I looked in the Kia,
didn't find any notes.

Uh, it sounded kind of
important, so I hope you
find them or you found them.

Uh, anyway,
I'll talk to you later.
Okay, bye.

[ Phone Beeps ]
Hey.

Jesus. Hey.

I'm sorry, but I
just completely mauled
your civil liberties...

and took a look
at your floor schedule.

Since you aren't working later,
maybe we can grab some dinner
or something.

Yeah.
Um, I would love to,

but I was actually
thinking about picking up
another shift.

Were you actually thinking
about it, or are you actually
going to pick up another shift?

I--
[ Chuckles ]

Look, Callie, I just
really think that we need
to get together and talk.

Yeah. No, I do too.

Um, you know,
it's just work and things.

Sure.
Uh, how's Jennifer?

[ Laughs ]
Uh, Jennifer's fine.

Uh, still loving
Scottsdale.

I'm still not married to her,

which actually would be illegal
since she just got remarried,
so--

I-I didn't know.
Callie, this doesn't
have to be weird.

I think we should just
get together and catch up.
That's all.

I think you're right.
Yeah. Absolutely.

Great. Then I'll put
something together.
Okay.

I'll see you.
Okay. Bye.

Manus told me to tell you
Shelby posted bail for
the attempted arson charge.

What about the bloodstain?
Can we hold her
for Gordon's murder?

That much blood probably
is from a murder--
just not Gordon's.

Turns out the blood
is between 100
and 150 years old.

I think it might be from
a relative of one of the people
in this photo-- the MacKays.

And Shelby's maiden name
is MacKay,

and the MacKays are a
legendary moonshine family
in Florida...

best known
for making this.

"Lightning Queen"?
Mm-hmm.

Premium moonshine.
It's the Coca-Cola of hooch.

Recipe's been in
the MacKay family since
way before prohibition,

when you didn't need
to be a licensed distiller,
and moonshine was legal.

Didn't hit on this at first
because we were working off
Shelby Adams, not Shelby MacKay,

not to mention the last time
a MacKay was caught making
moonshine was 1975.

So the MacKays didn't
stop making moonshine. They
just stopped getting caught.

Same goes for their
biggest rival, the Fords--
as in Frank Ford.

Conveniently,
Frank didn't mention
his history with Shelby.

Especially since their families
are like the Hatfields
and the McCoys.

It all started when Frank
Ford's great-great-grandfather
was killed...

during a moonshine
explosion.

According to local legend,
the Fords suspected the MacKays
of tampering with their still.

There's been bad blood
between these two families
for decades.

And bad blood
between Gordon and Frank
over the last two weeks.

- So Frank murdered Gordon
after all?
- Where is Frank?

We had to release his
glass-bottom boat. He said
he had chartered cruises.

My guess is that he's doing
what the MacKays and the Fords
do best-- making moonshine.

For that, he needs water
and plenty of space.
Frank has both.

He owns all the land
where he moors his boats.

This is Frank's boat,
but all those gas tanks
are gone.

Found a bunch
of empty hundred-pound bags
of cracked corn and wheat.

That's a lot
of moonshine.

He's making it somewhere.
My guess is out there.

Vámonos.
Yes, let's.

Phew! These things
are massive.

There's the boiler
and the thumper.

It looks like there were
five flake stands.
[ Chuckles ]

Frank could have easily made
5,000 gallons of moonshine
with this still.

You know, these things
are still warm? He must
have just made a batch.

It looks like somebody
wasn't too happy about that.

And we just missed them.

All this overgrowth
is matted down,

and these branches
are all broken.

There's dry blood
on these leaves too.

You know, Gordon
must have been shot here,

dragged down
to the water there.

Which means--

Yeah.

Shell casing. Here.

Nine millimeter.

I'll get this back
to the lab.

So either our investigation has
Frank destroying his own still
to cover his tracks,

or someone else
busted it up.
[ Engine Revving ]

[ Tires Screeching ]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
What are you doing?

- I'm going after him.
- Like hell with me in the car
you're not.

Just stop complaining like a
little girl and do something
useful, like call for backup.

Uh, backup, backup!

You don't just say "backup"!
You say who we are,
who we're chasing.

Did you get your badge
out of a cereal packet?
Come on, man.

What do you say?
I'm a coroner.
I'm not a detective.

You know what?
I'm trying to concentrate
on driving right now.

We're on a pursuit.
We're-- It's a blue car.

[ Woman On Police Radio ]
10-4. Copy that. We got you, 20.
Two units on the way.

[ Sirens Wailing ]

This is where you exit
the vehicle, Frank.

Hope you're not waiting for me
to get the door for you.

I was able to get
a sample of the moonshine
from Frank's still...

and compare it
to the moonshine Shelby used
to set Andrew's bar on fire.

They're both the same.
Huh?

Yeah. Why else would Shelby
destroy Frank's still,
unless she found out...

he had stolen
the family recipe
of Lightning Queen?

Yeah, but that recipe has
been in the MacKay family
for generations.

How did Frank Ford
get his hands on it?

Maybe he got
his hands on the guy
who married into it.

Gordon?
Why would he betray
his wife like that?

He's betraying her
by sleeping around.
Well, that's different.

If you tell Marisol
I said that, I'll deny it.

Gordon was motivated
by cold, hard cash.

5,000 gallons of premium,
pedigree, illegal moonshine
like Lightning Queen...

can sell for
$1.2 million.

Yeah, but Gordon knew
that Shelby would only
make small batches...

to sell to
her local customers
on the cheap.

So Gordon went behind Shelby's
back, gave Frank the recipe
for Lightning Queen.

But then his conscience
got the better of him.

He realized he'd made a mistake,
tried to get Frank to stop
making Lightning Queen.

Frank refused,
and so he assaulted him.

So once Frank
knew the recipe
for Lightning Queen,

he didn't need
Gordon anymore,
so Frank killed Gordon?

Mmm. Maybe.

Yes, Gordon told me that he
gave Frank Ford the recipe
for Lightning Queen.

Gordon betrayed you, and he
betrayed the MacKay family.

But I didn't kill him.
Because you loved him.

Gordon loved me too.
Mmm. Seems like it.

He did.

Got tired of hearing Frank Ford
say what devils we MacKays were.

He was trying
to stick up for me.
'Cause he promised he'd change?

He did. He changed.
He stopped drinkin'.

He was trying to give
our marriage a real shot.

Couple shots of whiskey anyway,
and a shot in the head.

You know he was pickled drunk
when he was killed, Shelby?

People make mistakes, all right,
but Gordon loved me.

I don't know why
you can't see that.

You ever been in love,
Detective?

I'm talking head over heels,
knots in your stomach,

whole body aches
kind of love.

You know what? I'm not buying
the whole "love conquers all"
defense, Shelby.

So what happens now?
Now I go and find Frank.

But until I do,
you're not going anywhere.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

Detective, here are the records
from that phone number
Andrew called you on.

Good.
I'm gonna need that file
on Frank Ford as well.

There's a partial print on
a nine-millimeter shell casing
that's being analyzed now.

Think that might be the nail
in the coffin for Shelby.
Or Frank.

They both look good for it,
and we are dealing with
hillbilly justice.

It's in Frank's D.N.A.
to want to screw over Shelby
just because she's a MacKay,

and everyone knows
that Shelby hates
those booze cruises.

So what does Frank do?
Make sure he runs booze cruises
to Andrew's bar next door.

I guess the ultimate screw-you
to Shelby would be to sell
the MacKay family moonshine.

Frank wouldn't let a little
thing like Gordon's guilt
get in the way.

So you think Frank is out there,
bootlegging Lightning Queen
out of his car?

Not 500 gallons of it.
I think he's rum-running it
in his boat.

All the evidence
we collected on Frank Ford.
Aha.

We could notify the Coast Guard
and get a BOLO out there,

but Frank could be
in the middle of
the Atlantic by now.

Not if he wants to sell
that Lightning Queen.

Also, the subpoena you
requested just came in.
Excellent.

You're welcome.

[ Woman ]
He'll be right with you.

- Hey.
- Callie. Oh.

No, I'm sorry. After you.
I just need her
for a quick second.

Sure.
I was wondering if we were
still good for tonight.

Yeah. Sure. We're good.
Great. I'll shoot you
an e-mail with all the info.

I went with Italian,
if that's okay.
Italian's great.

Great. I know how much
you love Italian, so--
Yeah.

Okay. Well, uh,
she's all yours.
Thank you.

That's just a work thing.

Okay.

Uh, well, so is this--
uh, the subpoena.

Great. Thanks.
Um, these are Gordon's
first treatments.

Four times admitted to E.R.
in the first year
he was living here?

Yeah.
Alcohol poisoning, blackouts.
Gordon was a regular.

He was flagged for alcohol
dependence and then asked if he
wanted to be part of a study...

on reversing the side effects
of hepatorenal syndrome.

Uh, kidney dysfunction.
Very good!

Thank you.
But Gordon declined to
be part of the study.

Well, yeah, of course.
They would have wanted him
to stop drinking.

Right. And then
a few weeks later,

Gordon walks in,
all on his own,

and asks if there's
still space in the study,
signs a participant agreement.

But he kept drinking.
Right.

But he also signed
an abstinence agreement,
so I think that he meant to.

Honestly, if you ask me,

the only reason why people
make huge lifestyle changes
like that are for loved ones.

So maybe Shelby was right.
Gordon was in love with her.
[ Phone Ringing ]

Daniel.

Great. Send me the G.P.S.
coordinates on my phone.

[ Whispers ]
Thank you.
Yeah.

How did you find me?
Simple math.

Took the amount of gas
you could have on the boat,

minus the distance it took you
to get to a gas station
before you ran out,

equals me arresting you here.

Arresting me
for what this time?

If all these tanks
are filled with gas,
why'd you stop?

I was just about
to fill them up.

What, are they empty?

Yeah.
That's why I stopped.

- Sure about that, Frank?
- Yeah.

- Good.
- No, no, no, no!

You knew the real money
was in illegal moonshine,
didn't you?

With the Lightning Queen being
the best hooch going around, you
stole the recipe from Shelby.

I didn't steal it.
Okay, sorry.

You got Gordon to steal
the recipe from Shelby for you.
You can't prove that.

Are you saying the hooch
I just tasted out of your tanks
wasn't the Lightning Queen?

All right,
then what was it?

Was it,
uh, Blue John?

Radiator?
Stump Hole?

Yeah. Got this list
from your boat, Frank.

First I thought it was
just the names of different
types of moonshines.

Now I know that they're bars
on the Intercoastal Waterway,

places where you had a deal
to sell Lightning Queen.

You're rum-running.
Okay, so I'm rum-running.

But I didn't kill Gordon.
I swear I didn't.
[ Phone Beeps ]

Okay,
according to this text,
maybe you didn't,

but I think we both
have an idea who did,
don't we?

Radiator, Blue John--
these are all bars.
So what?

I'm a bar owner.
I know other bars.
Big deal.

Yeah, but selling
Lightning Queen was
a big deal, right?

You had the contacts.
Frank had the boat.
But you needed that recipe.

Shelby--
she hated you the first time
she set eyes on you, right?

So you needed someone
to win her over.

[ Snaps Fingers ]
That's why
you called Gordon.

Believe me,
I had nothing to do with
Gordon marrying Shelby.

Wait.
What is this? What?

They're phone records from
the cell that you called me...

the night that Shelby
tried to burn the bar down.

Turns out you've been
in contact for a full
four months with Gordon...

before he even
came down here.

Yeah.
Gordon came into town.
He was visiting.

He wanted to check out Florida
before he moved here.

I gave him my number,
said we should talk.
No, no, no, no.

You had his cell number from
the time you were treasurer
at Delta Mu Pi.

Isn't that the fraternity
you and Gordon joined while
you were at Tulane together?

And where Gordon had
a reputation of bedding
any coed that he wanted,

which fit pretty well
into your plans--

wanting to make millions
off the Lightning Queen--

so you could get old Gordo
to knock boots with Shelby,
get the recipe.

But one thing you hadn't
counted on was that he might
fall in love with her.

Gordon wasn't in love
with Shelby, and that's why
she killed him.

No, but he did fall
in love with her.

So you got Gordon
to meet you, uh, out at
Frank's 5,000-gallon still,

where you got him drunk
on Rottweiler moonshine.

But you-- you still couldn't
convince him to go through
with the plan, could you?

So you put a bullet
in the back of his head.

[ Chuckling ]
This is crazy, man.
[ Thunder Rumbling ]

I don't know anything
about the Lightning Queen
or a 5,000-gallon still.

I've never even seen it.
Really?

'Cause we found
a shell casing there
by the still.

Had a partial print on it--
Well, that's partially true.

It wasn't really
a partial print.
It was a full print.

It was your full print.

Oh, hey. Hey, hey, hey.
Don't look so glum.

Hey, just think what being
arrested for murder will do
to drive up sales, huh?

Attaboy.
Right this way.

It's okay, everyone!
I'm pretty sure the drinks
are on the house.

[ Happy Chattering ]

When Gordon came in
for the study,

he was tested,
and he was clean,

so we know he was
making an effort.

He really did love you.

Thank you. It means
a lot to hear that.

So, what can I
get you folks?

So, this is
the kind of place that
I think it is, right?

It is. Thought you'd like
to try some honest-to-goodness
moonshine.

And what makes you think
that I haven't?
Good point.

Right.
Uh, there are different
types of liquor--

uh, sippin', spittin'
and sellin'.

There's also courtin'
and kissin'.

And what about
the leaving kind?

- I was gonna say lovin'.
- Sorry.

Maybe some other time.
Oh, you got
that work thing?

Yeah.
Right. Oh.

Um, okay.
Okay.

Well--
Yeah.
[ Chuckling ]

[ Chuckles ]

[ Liquor Pouring ]

So I'm drinking
alone, huh?
Mm-hmm.

Bottoms up.

Call Daniel and get you
a ride home, okay?

Will do.

I'm so sorry I'm late.

I had this thing.
Really, it's all right.

I'm good.
And I am way
underdressed.

Thank you.
You look fantastic.

Thank you.
Sure.

I'm just glad that we got
a chance to actually talk
outside of the hospital.

It's not that half sentences
and pregnant pauses weren't
working for me,

but, uh, to be frank, I would
be a little disappointed
if it wasn't awkward.

Yeah. No.
It has been... awkward.

[ Chuckles ]

Um, and a little confusing.

I don't-- You know,
I don't know why you're here.

I thought you loved Atlanta.
I do love Atlanta.

And Atlanta General's
an amazing facility.

I mean, not that
there's anything wrong
with Palm Glade.

But to be completely honest,
the only thing I miss about
working here is you.

Ben.
Okay, just--
[ Chuckles ] hear me out.

Okay.

Look, I-I know that what
you've been going through
lately has been rough.

Right? And I know that divorce,
even when it's your decision,
is tough on everybody.

I mean,
it can-- it can really
wring somebody out.

There's a lot of change coming
at you at once, some of which
you don't even see coming.

Even though it may seem
counterintuitive to--
to face one big thing...

with another big challenge,
I really think--

Ben, seriously,
it is great to see you,

but I have so much going on
in my life right now.

I'm closing
the hospital down, Cal.

You're-- What?

Corporate wants to shut down
Palm Glade Regional.

That's what
I'm doing here.

Okay. Um, when?
Does-- Does anybody else
know about this?

No. You're the only
person I've told.

And if all goes according to
plan, the doors will be shut
for good in about six weeks.

Okay.

And so what happens
to everyone?

Well, for a lot of people,
it means finding a new job.

But that's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

There's a job for you
at Atlanta Memorial.

Atlanta Memorial,
in Atlanta?

Associate Director
of Nursing Services.

You'd be heading up the nurses
and their support staff.

It's better money.

It's better benefits.

And since it's
a full teaching hospital,

you get a full ride
to finish up
your medical degree.

A full ride?

But in, like, a full ride?

Yeah,
as in free tuition.

I don't-- I don't--
I don't know what to say.

[ Chuckles ]

Well, the good news is
that you don't have to
say anything tonight.

[ Weak Chuckle ]

Shall we?