[tense music playing]
I mean, he couldn't have killed her, right?
Right?
[door opens and closes]
[sighs]
Morning, bud. What's going on?
-It's Ponce de Leon Day. -Oh. [chuckles]
'Cause why wouldn't Florida celebrate a colonising murderer?
He was looking for a magical fountain.
-Hmm. -But he found Florida instead.
-Wow, how lucky are we! -[cell phone ringing]
[chuckles]
Why don't you go get your stuff for school, okay?
Hey, there.
I have a new strategy,
but I need you here as soon as you can.
Yeah, that's not gonna--
Well, come by as soon as you're done handing out tickets or seducing men.
-I don't think that's gonna-- -Or is it generally both at the same time?
Bell, are you listening to me?
Oh, and, Cammie, um...
thank you.
I feel better, much better.
Must go. Checotah's here with the compression socks and the Theragun.
The what?
[quirky music playing]
[sighs]
-[panting] -[beeps]
Are you sure you're okay, man?
You look like you're gonna have a heart attack.
[exhales deeply] I always look like that.
Just do it.
[mumbles]
[blows whistle]
Oh, hello.
You like what I've done with the place?
Not particularly.
Well, leave.
Bell Prescott keeps calling.
He wants to know when you're coming over.
Are you two a-courtin'?
No, Urleen, we are not a-courtin'.
He's kind of cute.
Like a boy and an old man all mixed up together.
Uh... how is that cute?
Just tell him I'm busy.
I could tell him you're out writing tickets.
Actually, I should be out writing tickets.
So, tickets it is!
[rock music playing]
[Cammie sighs]
Tickets, it is not.
This is murder.
[handcuffs clicking]
Tien Tran,
you are under arrest for the murder of Maxie Tran.
Anything you say can and will...
blah, blah, blah.
That poor woman trusted you. She befriended you.
She shared her damn husband with you!
And what'd she get?
Blown up in an illegal fireworks stand.
I mean, what kind of backwoods shit is that?
[scoffs] But you know what?
That happens to all of us.
We get played, Tien.
[chuckles] God, we get played.
I mean, off I go, trusting someone again,
and then it just blows up in my face,
because it turns out, unless there's a better explanation...
oh! They murdered their wife!
That seem fair to you?
[speaking Vietnamese]
[in English] Bitch.
Thank you. Thank you. I, um...
I feel better. [sighs]
What?
[indistinct chatter]
[lock clicking]
I'd like to file a report.
Dog poop on your lawn
or a reptile in your washing machine?
Bellwether Prescott conspired with an officer of the law
to move my daughter's burial site,
and that officer is you.
Mrs. Perez.
Officer Lorde.
Mr. Prescott acted within his rights as a surviving spouse.
If you interfere in my family again,
there will be consequences.
Unless you really want to file that report,
I have a very busy day.
Fine.
I'll be paying my feckless stain of a son-in-law a visit.
Mrs. Perez.
Sheriff.
She's all yours.
Explain to me what part of digging up Vida Perez
is you staying away from a case
I expressly told you to stay away from.
I caught a killer manicurist.
-You must be happy about that. -Look, I get it.
You want to do right, but I grew up here.
I know these people, and Bell Prescott is bad news.
Look, all I'm saying, Lorde,
is that you've got to learn how to ask questions
before you pretend to have answers.
Out of curiosity, you ever question him about his wife's murder?
Of course I did.
Look, it's...
it's possible there-- there's something you should know.
And what exactly is that?
If you got something, tell me.
[tense music playing]
No, sir. I've got nothing.
[keys jingle]
I appreciate the advice.
All right. Well, thanks for this.
Good work.
[speaking Vietnamese]
[in English] Ticket lady.
[Sheriff Grant chuckles]
She just called you a fucking bitch, ticket lady.
[chuckles]
[tense music playing]
[theme music playing]
I thought you wanted a break, but here I am.
Just can't let go.
And you've already looked at those a thousand times.
Actually, 232.
"Secrets and Lies, Incorporated, Miami, Florida."
Lingerie store. You've literally eaten their underwear off me.
What are you hiding, Vida?
[sighs] Isn't it better to just remember the good times?
Our first night at Shucks?
We made out in the corner.
You bought me dinner at Shucks
to commemorate the third anniversary of the first time we had sex.
Yes, that is another memory.
It was a month before your murder,
but there's no charge on your credit card.
You didn't use cash, so how did you pay?
Who knows?
And who cares?
[suspenseful music playing]
You had a secret credit card.
[Vida] I couldn't have a secret card.
You would have seen the bills.
[Bell] Stop trying to distract me.
You're just a projection of my mind
to protect me from further hurt.
I could put you in a mascot costume to silence you if I wanted.
[groans] This is ridiculous!
Who cares how I paid for a dinner?
The husband you cheated on cares.
You wonder why I strayed from this?
I loved you, Vida...
everything about you, the good and the bad...
the way you could never let anyone else have the last word.
It's called having an opinion.
The way you forgot things,
because there was always someone else to pick up the pieces.
Jewellery at the pool.
Bills that I asked you to mail.
And how many lip glosses went through the damn wash and stained our clothes...
Pink?
[Vida] Carino, enough!
These!
[Vida groans]
[suspenseful music playing]
[sighs]
Look at this.
You were wearing this that night at Shucks.
Why did your father give you a company credit card, Vida?
Maybe he got tired of me having to dig up money in your backyard.
[cell phone chimes]
[gasps]
What is it?
[ominous music playing]
Your mother...
coming... here.
Oh.
I've known you for years, Bell.
Tell me the truth.
We had an argument.
I told you that already.
[Sheriff Grant] Tell me again.
What was it about?
[Bell] I don't know.
I was drunk.
You followed her, didn't you?
No.
I don't think...
I can't remember.
But I need to see her.
Just as soon as you tell me
what you were fighting about.
[Bell sighs]
[tense music playing]
-It doesn't matter. -It matters to me.
No, no, no, no!
[sobbing]
-[footsteps] -What you watching?
What are you doing here, Marcus?
You've had time to chew on this, Cam.
I want to see my son.
Have you noticed that what you want changes every five minutes?
You're letting your issues get in the way of my kid.
Look, I'm just... I'm just not comfortable with this.
I'm sorry. I have work to do.
Think about it, Cammie.
Okay.
-Please. -Mm-hmm.
Hey, Millicent. How's it going?
[sighs] Mm-hmm.
Whoa!
What's... What's going on here?
Why do you ask?
We're de-"taxiderming" the house.
Well, some of us are.
I wouldn't clean for that woman, and neither should you.
-Cammie... -[Millicent] Oh.
Damn it. Mother, hide that thing!
I don't know why you care what Alicia Perez thinks.
I do not want to give her the satisfaction
of thinking her daughter married a slovenly louche.
Now, please, just help.
[whimsical music playing]
[Cammie] Wow.
Are you...
Are you wearing cologne?
Yes.
Well, it's Bay Rum. It's more of a tonic, really.
Oh.
At any rate, it's good you're finally here.
Whatever secret life Vida was hiding,
this could be our in, but I need your help.
All you have to do is call the card company and get their statements
so I can find out what she was hiding.
And commit a felony by impersonating a dead woman.
Think of it this way. You're a cop.
If we get caught, you can just arrest yourself.
[scoffs] Actually, what would be more helpful here is
if we talked about the night of Vida's murder.
Two words: blackout drunk.
Is that two words? Is "blackout" a word?
It's one word.
Point is, I remember nothing.
You don't remember there was a big storm that night, trees fell.
You don't remember maybe picking something up...
to chop away the branches?
You make the call, I'll answer your questions. How's that?
[recorded message playing faintly on phone]
[hold music playing]
I know you're angry with me, but she's acting strange.
-She's hiding something, poorly. -What's wrong?
Nothing.
You go from staring at me, which indicates aggressive thoughts,
to glancing down, indicating introspection.
You do so at a three-to-one ratio,
last seen when you blackmailed me for those cold cases,
so I ask again...
what's wrong?
Well, if you must know,
Tyler's father has developed a, um, sudden urge
to have a relationship with his son.
-Is that so bad? -Yes, it's bad!
Oh, he abused you.
Wait, no--
Oh, Cammie, I am so sorry. No wonder you're such a mess.
No, Marcus didn't abuse anyone, okay? He just... just disappeared on us.
-No, I get it. -You get it?
You are a lot,
which reminds me,
I've been wondering why you took that job
at the paper in the first place.
That's what I'm talking about.
It wasn't for the money, surely not the benefits.
The Post barely has a roof,
let alone pension and health packages.
Look, I-I didn't come here to answer your questions, okay?
I came to ask you questions.
Then I realised the paper gave you access
to databases that were otherwise inaccessible,
namely the legal and public records kind.
So when that pinguid prick Marcus Malin became untenable,
you found another job that gave you access...
Boggsville PD.
Marcus fired me, so I took this job for the benefits, okay?
What I couldn't fathom is why you never found what you were looking for.
[Cammie sighs]
But then it hit me.
You stopped looking because you had Tyler.
There you go. You got her up against the ropes.
Why do you think about me so much?
Do you have a crush?
That is not what is happening here.
Oh, 'cause it's... it's feeling real crush-y in here.
[woman on phone] Hello? How can I help you?
[in Spanish accent] Last four digits, 8128. Gracias.
[in normal voice] Vida Perez.
Yeah, I need to access some old statements.
Yeah, sure, I can answer a few identity verification questions.
Mother's maiden name?
[whispers] Famosa.
Famosa.
Date of birth?
April 9th.
-April 10, 19... Oh, sorry! -9th.
Sorry, April 9th. [chuckles]
Wow!
You know how it is. One too many Cosmos.
The make of my first car?
I'm just a projection, remember?
Who are these people, the CIA?
It was some type of convertible.
[sighs] She told me she wrecked it within the first week.
[chuckles] Wow!
You guys sure do go down memory lane, don't you?
Instead of punishing her, Alejandro bought her a puppy,
which she named Beemer, after the car.
It was a BMW.
A BMW convertible.
Obnoxious for a first car, right?
I grew up privileged.
I was a total asshole.
Still am. [chuckles]
That's great.
Uh, I have a new email, if you'd be so kind.
[sighs] All right, a deal's a deal, Bell.
While we wait, you can tell me about that night.
Tell me what you were looking for at the newspaper.
No, no.
That little thing you do is not gonna work, okay?
I pulled the tape of your interview with the sheriff.
Yeah, that's right.
Look at me going all detective and shit.
Vida was complicated.
[somber music playing]
She was charming, but...
Sometimes...
Tell me what happened.
The night before her murder...
was the anniversary
of my father's death.
Oh, my God, people lose their parents every damn day!
You've been checked out of this marriage for months!
Oh, look who finally noticed
something other than a new handbag...
Whenever it is convenient for you to check back in...
Or who's fucking who in Miami...
It's always about Bell, Bell, Bell...
Or whatever else she's always obsessing over that has nothing to do with us!
Like I don't even exist! Open your eyes and look at me!
-[thunder crashes] -I needed you, and you weren't there!
I needed you, too, God damn it!
Well, you're not worth it!
So maybe I should find someone who is!
Fuck!
I told her I never
wanted to see her again.
And then what happened?
Hey! Hey!
[Bell] I can't remember. I can't remember.
[sighs]
[cell phone chimes]
Statements are in.
Clothes, clothes, more clothes,
a nightclub in Destin.
[Cammie] Hmm.
A $750 charge to the fishing marina.
[scoffs] Vida doesn't strike me as a fishing type of gal.
[cell phone vibrating]
[inhales deeply]
Stay calm.
I was born calm...
literally.
I had the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck.
Frankly, it's a miracle I survived.
Alicia, how nice to hear from you.
We're all ready for you over here at Casa Prescott.
[whispers] Hey. [snaps fingers]
-[Alicia] Bellwether, it's been a long time. -[mouthing]
Well, time flies when you're having... fun.
I've decided it's too painful to see my daughter's fresh grave.
Sure, sure.
What a shame. I was so looking forward to...
So you'll meet me at Shucks in an hour instead,
unless that would be too stressful for you.
See you in an hour.
[quirky music playing]
I got this.
[door slides open]
Wow.
Too much?
[scoffs]
Hmm. All you're missing is a couple of cartoon animal friends
singing about how great slavery was.
Perfect. I'll see you in an hour.
[engine starts]
Why does he put himself through this?
He needs to prove that he's more than what she thinks he is.
Why?
Oh, honey, gonna need a drink.
Come on.
This goes back long before Vida.
Alicia's family owned a big rum distillery in Cuba,
but when Castro moved in,
old Quique Famosa pulled up stakes and moved here.
He opened El Calvero Rum,
but you can't make rum without cane syrup,
so he struck a deal with Prescott Sugar.
You were in business with Vida's family?
Indigo never shared details, but...
there were issues.
Yeah, I'm sure Bell and Vida getting together
didn't exactly help the situation.
[chuckles] Well, in a way, it did.
Alejandro convinced Indigo to...
sell the company.
So, after 120 years,
Prescott Sugar was no more.
[Cammie] Hmm.
At first, it was wonderful.
We traveled, and we worked in the garden.
We made love all the time.
Good to know.
[chuckles]
Bell and Vida were happy, too.
Were they, though?
Look, I... [chuckles]
I want to help, Millicent.
I do, but it's hard to help when I don't have the full picture.
The full picture is Bell was happy.
But right after Indigo died, he...
He changed. I don't know why.
Ah. Wow.
Thank you for the drink and the chat.
-I should go. -Um...
I hope that you find what you're digging for.
And I hope what you're digging for
does not hurt my son
because I love him...
as much as you love yours.
Okay.
[country song playing]
[music distorts]
Alicia.
You look well.
Too bad Alejandro couldn't join us.
It would have been nice to...
see the dude.
"Dude"?
That's how calm I am.
Actually, he doesn't know I'm here.
[clicking]
[clicking intensifies]
I am uninterested in having an affair with a married woman!
That was a joke.
You're my former mother-in-law. I hate you!
That's also a joke. [chuckles]
[sighs]
I know you're angry.
If it helps, I acknowledge that I was not without blame in Vida's death.
Had I...
dealt with our issues...
maybe she'd still be with me.
I don't like you, Bellwether.
Never have.
But in the end, we want the same thing...
truth.
[Bell] That's him. That's Vida's lover.
Please do not break my bottle.
You'll get Mountain Dew everywhere, and then the ants will come,
and this is basically my office.
You drink Mountain Dew? Are you a teenage boy?
Oh, no. [chuckling] No, no, no, no, no.
You are not pointing the finger, King of Weird Choices.
Now, did Mrs. Perez give you a name
or tell you where she got this?
Or did she just Google Image "suspicious photo"?
She doesn't know his name.
And it was taken by a private detective
for reasons she refused to share with me.
Do you think I'm a narcissist?
Yes.
-Really? -Mm-hmm.
But I think about you all the time.
You do?
I mean...
not like that. [scoffs]
Okay, uh, well, if Alicia had this the whole time,
then why wasn't it in the police file?
Because what she cares about most is her family's reputation.
Hmm.
Well, people have a lot of complicated reasons for doing what they do.
-What's that supposed to mean? -Nothing.
Really? It seemed like something.
Mm.
[whimsical music playing]
You should start at the marina.
Find out about that $750 charge.
Okay, before it was "we, we, we." Now it's just me?
I could go into cardiac arrest at any moment.
Do you really want my death on your hands?
No, you're not guilting me.
Also, I could vomit.
Okay, fine. Get out.
But for the record, I am not doing this for you.
I'm doing this because I have questions that need to be answered.
Is that clear?
Yes. This is all for you. None of this is for me.
-Mm-hmm. -Is that better?
Yes, actually. Thank you.
Bye.
[quirky music playing]
Sorry about that.
And I'm sorry about that.
You want to make this a thing, lady?
No, I don't,
but I will if you don't answer my question.
When did you say that money got paid?
A little over five years ago.
That's what I figured.
Meaning?
Owners of the marina were pissed this was gonna get all gentrified.
They wanted to fuck with the developers,
so they sold boat slips for cheap.
750 bucks, clear title.
So the developers would have to pay through the nose to buy them back.
[chuckles] Good move.
[chuckles] Didn't turn out that way.
I cleaned out my bank account to buy three of them.
Then everything went to shit 'cause Bell Prescott abandoned the project.
Jesus, does everything lead back to that?
[man chuckles]
I call a shark "pinata of the sea."
Never know what you're gonna get.
I'd cover your nose.
[man chuckles]
[gags] Oh, God, my son would love this.
[chuckles]
So why did Vida get a boat slip?
Oh, hell, lady...
you don't know?
Bellwether.
Motherfucker.
Hey! Shit. Freeze!
[tense music playing]
[people murmuring]
[grunts]
[man grunts]
Shit!
[pants]
Ugh!
I'm gonna have to see your license and registration, ticket lady.
Real funny.
[grunts]
What are you looking at?
You're telling me you didn't know the boat existed.
That is exactly what I'm telling you.
So the guy who got away from me was screwing your wife
and living on a boat you didn't know about?
She hated boats.
Maybe not so much.
On a scale of one to ten, ten being me,
how good-looking would you say he was?
That's what you're thinking about right now?
Well, he, um, he was was mostly running,
so I only got a really good look at his backside,
which was honestly terrific.
He's, like, real strong
and really good at throwing stuff in my way,
like, excellent.
Right.
Most importantly, once he saw my uniform, he... he ran like hell.
He either had something to do with Vida's murder, or he knows something about it.
Either way, we need to find him.
[cell phone vibrating]
No, no, no, I... I need to go home,
but we are having a long-ass talk in the morning, you get me?
I would say don't leave town, but, um, I think that goes without saying.
If you want to come home early for any reason,
you know what number to call, right?
-[Tyler] 911? -Yep.
And I'll be there faster than Spider-Man, okay?
What's all this?
I want to show him all my favourite things.
Maybe my favourite things are the same as his.
Well, let's just take one tonight,
and then we can, um, tell him about all the others, okay?
Why?
Because it's a new friendship,
and you want to feel things out...
just like when we go to Costco
and try all the samples before deciding what...
what dinner to get.
Wait, I thought you said the samples were dinner.
Look, the point is you don't want to get too attached to someone
before you know they're good for you.
And if they're not, that's okay,
'cause I'll always be here.
And we'll always have each other, all right?
-[knock on door] -Okay.
All right. [sighs]
Hi.
Make sure that his car seat's secured properly, okay?
Come on.
And easy on the sugar, all right?
You can give him dessert,
but don't just give him dessert, okay?
I know. I know, Cam.
Hmm.
Hey, um, I just want to say thank you
for, you know, changing your mind.
-Yeah. -Come on.
-Dr. Dinosaur. -Dr. Dinosaur. Okay.
[sighs]
[quirky music playing]
[chuckles]
No.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
-[phone chimes] -Um...
[softly] Dumb joke.
Oh, come on. Who doesn't know a booty call when they see one?
[quirky music continues]
Not smart, exposing your queen.
My queen betrayed me, Skramstad.
Thank you.
I don't remember the last time I went to a restaurant
that didn't have crayons on the table. [chuckles]
So how long you plan on staying in Boggsville?
What do you mean?
You seem more city than country,
and this place is real country.
You trying to say I'm urban?
Who you calling urban? [chuckles]
I mean, I got six more months' worth of contract.
I don't have a choice,
but you could just hit the highway,
head back to Detroit.
Hm. No, I can't take Tyler out of state without Marcus' permission.
You never should have left Detroit.
Good music scene, nice zoo.
High murder rates.
Fantastic barbecue.
Rampant heroin use.
Burgeoning arts scene.
Massive foreclosures.
This is getting very sexy.
Tell me about it.
Unfortunately, I ran out of things to say about Detroit.
-[imperceptible] -[Cammie chuckles]
So it turns out hauling a 12-ton amphibious vehicle
with a van is a lot more taxing on the engine than you could even imagine.
I mean, I don't even know how I got it in here.
It was one go.
[tense music playing]
Are you all right, man?
I'm fine.
You want to work out tomorrow maybe?
No, I do not.
Now you should go.
Fine.
You either bought this for your lover
and named it after your husband,
which would be psychotic to the point of nonsensical.
Or I bought this boat for you.
Surprise.
It was for my birthday.
I didn't make it till then, did I?
Vida.
Is that why you kept the boat slip payment secret?
You still...
Loved you?
I never stopped.
Then why was your lover living on my boat?
[cell phone ringing]
-Darby? -Hey. About time you picked up.
Funny story...
you won't believe who's at Sweet Water.
Cammie and Otis together.
Well, good for them. They're adults. They can do adult stuff.
Oh.
You guys aren't a thing?
Cammie and I?
[scoffs] No, we have no things.
We are colleagues, unofficial colleagues,
as we are not paid for our colleague-ness.
Okay. Never mind, then.
I will let them get back to their daiquiris.
They're drinking daiquiris?
Mm, yeah, lots.
What kind?
Hemingway.
That's our drink.
Report back with further developments.
It sounds like being the only cop in town is exciting.
Mm! One time I pulled over T-Pain.
Got a selfie out of it.
-What's he like? -He was real pissed.
-Mm. -Yeah.
But, I mean, I pulled him over, so it was legitimate.
And then there's people like Bell.
He's capable of pretty much anything.
Even killing his wife?
[tense music playing]
[sniffing]
[Cammie] Hypothetically, what if there was evidence that tied him to the murder?
Even if he didn't remember it, hmm?
-Hypothetically? -Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
30% of the time, he's 80% blitzed.
You get blackout drunk,
the hippocampus can't form memories,
which means if Bell killed her when he was drunk,
he wouldn't have to try and forget
because he would be incapable of remembering.
So, hypothetically,
on the hypothetical...
if it happened and if there was evidence
and if he had to stand trial...
All I know is this...
Bell Prescott is not on this date,
and I'm not the kind of man who likes to share his time.
-Is that so? -Mm.
[Cammie] Hmm.
[suspenseful music playing]
[siren chirps]
Where do you get off spying on me?
It's not spying.
But I am curious why you were on a date with Otis.
At least Otis can go on a date.
Also, I don't need to justify my shit to you.
What are you doing?
Oh, relax.
I preserved all the relevant clues.
What relevant clues?
First this beaded ring, green and yellow...
Miccosukee representation of a turtle.
Could have been a souvenir...
-Are you out of your mind? -Other than the single weaving stitch.
Maybe an expensive souvenir.
But then I found this... sarsaparilla.
Note the bit of string at the end,
therefore, the remains of a smudge.
[sniffs] Likely homemade by an elder.
You just took the damn boat?
It has my name on it, so it must be mine.
And thank God I took it, because, clearly,
these clues suggest that the lover
has some connection to the Miccosukee tribe...
a virtual fact when you take into account this.
Peacock.
Found on the Velcro of his backpack.
Very attractive.
Could be ornamental.
But smell.
[sniffs] Oh, God, it smells like piss.
No, boric acid, to prevent mites,
therefore natural, not preserved.
Still downy, which means it came from a juvenile.
Interesting birds, peafowl.
Uh, polygamous, much like yourself.
And the juveniles stay close to home because of predators,
also like yourself.
Regardless, because of our rampant destruction of their habitat,
home means the northeast corner of the Miccosukee camp.
Ta-da!
That's why I took the boat,
because now we know the lothario
is either Miccosukee or Miccosukee-adjacent.
You done?
Yes, I am done.
Are you sure, or you gonna splooge some more factual garbage?
I'm done.
Good, because I slept on it, I prayed on it,
and I am done with you and this psycho relationship.
If I had half the sense I was born with,
I would arrest you right now.
On what grounds? It's my boat.
On grounds of homicide.
You were blackout drunk, and you...
you killed your wife.
This whole bullshit investigation
is just your... your psyche's way of admitting guilt.
I have proof.
I have fucking proof.
Wait, what?
You found a murder weapon?
Yeah, I'll explain later,
but we'll need your fingerprint examiner.
[sighs] Is this about the Vida Perez case?
Yeah.
Jesus, Cammie.
You were right about Prescott.
[knock on door]
I got to go.
-Hey. -Hi.
-I got him. -No, you'll wake him up.
-I said... I said I got him. -Okay, okay.
Hey, bud.
[Cammie groans]
Okay, thanks.
[door closes softly]
[sighs]
[dialling]
[phone ringing]
Hello?
Hi, Miss Tanika.
Laila!
-[chuckles] -My God, it's been years!
Where are you? How are you?
-[chuckles] -I'm good. I'm good.
I'm sorry, I... I tried to call before, but...
I didn't know what to say.
Do you need anything?
Money? Anything?
Just need things to make sense again.
Tell me what's wrong.
Nothing. [sighs] It's nothing.
We're... We're fine.
-"We"? -Yeah.
Me and Tyler.
My son.
[chuckles]
He's six.
Smart as a whip. Asks a lot of questions.
Man, can he just brighten up the room with that smile.
It's different when you have a little one to look after, isn't it?
I want you to know that I might have been chasing something that...
doesn't feel like it ever belonged to me.
But you were always mine.
You were always enough.
Aw.
You were mine, too, baby.
[melancholic music playing]
[suspenseful music playing]
[bicycle bell ringing]
Quick, follow me.
[young Bell] Bell! Bell!
We need to get to the lighthouse!
You need to follow me.
-[Vida panting] -[young Bell] Bell? Bell!
[whimpers]
Stop!
[music stops]
[ominous music playing]
[banging on door]
[gasps]
[Bell] You were right.
I think I killed her.
I... I know where to find her lover.
I just...
I need to look him in the eyes. And then...
then you can arrest me.
[dialling]
Hey, can you come watch Ty?
Thanks.
[Cammie sighs]
[suspenseful music playing]
[peacocks squawking]
[door creaking]
[dramatic music playing]
Wha...
[tense banjo music playing]