Crazy to think how much has changed in the last month.
Never thought I'd find myself having
warm feelings for Boggsville,
but it actually looks like a place that you'd want to be.
Raise a kid, live your life.
Maybe it's just that people have been a lot friendlier
since the, uh, events.
But other than the custody thing,
I'm actually feeling hopeful.
New car and your old job.
Mayor laid it on thick.
Oh, he's just peacocking for the Mullet Fair,
pretending this is a real town with a real budget.
And who decided that mullets should be celebrated?
Exactly my point,
and that is why you should seriously consider this offer.
I know. I know, Pensacola's great.
The chief told me that if you play your cards right,
you can take the detective exam next fall.
Are you for real?
Well, he owes me
for pulling his no-good kid out of a little situation--
meth up his butt.
A lot of meth.
Wow.
Well, thank you for going out on a limb for me.
-Mm. -I appreciate you, Max.
No need.
You earned it.
And, uh,
good luck with your custody mediation.
I told you I was raised by a single mother.
That is not an easy road to haul.
No.
-Thank you. -Yeah!
Yeah, welcome to Boggsville.
Seriously, get the hell out.
As honorary Mullet Queen,
I'd like to welcome y'all to the 40th annual Mullet Fair!
'Cause where else can you celebrate
fish and hair all at the same time?
Now, keep that Boggsville welcome goin'
for Ramon Perez, the new president
of El Calvero Rum and Prescott Sugar.
We're all real, real grateful and happy
about your donation to the Seafront Project, Ramon.
I see y'all are ready for the fireworks tonight
'cause those mullets are lit, baby.
We will not be bought.
Now, Bitty, that is not real nice.
My brother's on dialysis 'cause of these clowns!
What about Jeremiah Cedar?
We will not be bought.
all: We will not be bought!
We will not be bought!
we're not even operating the sugar plant anymore.
OSHA took over, so it's all good.
Tell that to my uncle who's missing a kidney!
It's all good for the most part.
I mean, you only really need one kidney anyway.
All righty then.
How 'bout we toss that mullet?
All right!
Oh, a little less, little less.
Oh, hey, bug.
You having fun?
Yeah. I got to throw a fish!
-Wow. -And he also got two yeehaws
and a stuffed raccoon.
Oh, cool.
Go check out the souvenir stand.
So, um, I'll see you later at mediation?
Yeah, yeah. I'll be the guy there that looks like me.
Bad joke.
Yeah. You said it.
Um, look, I'm--
I'm ready to agree to the every-other-weekend thing.
I don't like it, but I get that you want to see him.
I appreciate that, Cam.
Hey, uh, keep your eye on the newspaper.
I'm about to break a big story.
Bell Prescott's gonna love it.
Poached easy, just the way you like them.
Aw, thank you, mi amor.
To us.
To you.
For taking down my family.
It's a shame you couldn't catch my murderer.
Stop.
Stop it!
You're making this happen.
This is your sick mind at work.
Stop it!
Stop it.
Stop it. Stop it right now!
Oh, gee.
You know, that didn't sound like a, "Hi, Darby.
Thank you for putting up murder hornet traps."
There are no murder hornets.
Yeah, well, that basket of rotten fruit
from Ramon says otherwise.
The entire insect kingdom was gonna eat me eventually,
so why not embrace the process?
Mm, well, not on my watch, pal.
Got a contract.
There are no murder hornets east of the Mississippi.
I'm worried about you, pal.
What part of "leave me the eff alone"
don't you understand?
Even in your lowest and grossest and smelliest,
you can't curse.
Darby.
Come here.
Leave me the fuck alone.
I think you've done it.
Done what?
Alienated the last person who cared.
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It was either wear a mullet or throw one, okay?
Hey, do you want to go get some fried Oreos?
And we could show Bell your new 'do.
Nice try.
Get out my fries.
Look,
I tried to make a delivery,
and he texts me to just leave it at his gate.
I want to see him one last time before I head
to the Everglades as well, you know?
Holy shit.
You decided to run for tribal council.
I'll probably lose.
You will-- if you wear that hair.
I just wanna make sure he's, like, all right before I go.
Maybe Cammie can go check in on him,
you know, now that you guys are...
-Ah, nah. -Canoodlin'.
No, no, no, no, no.
He's not her problem. Pshh.
She's got enough on her plate. You know?
Thank you.
-What is it? -Well, it was this
or shark meat; they were out of everything else.
It's alligator.
Moseley's a alligator!
I'm not hungry.
Hey, what's wrong, bug?
It's just, I miss the Prescotts.
I haven't seen them in a while.
Yeah, well, Bell doesn't want to see me right now.
But you said when friends don't want to see you,
that sometimes means they're sad.
I did.
I did say that.
You can't be in here. This is trespassing.
Well, I decline the opportunity to arrest myself.
You want to know what's happened in the world
since you abandoned all of us?
Not even a little.
Well, Alicia and Alejandro settled,
donating $5 million to the Seafront Project.
I don't give a damn about the seafront.
It can fall into the Gulf, as far as I'm concerned.
Hm.
So you also won't care that Perez Sugar is changing
the name back to Prescott Sugar.
They're just trying to take the stink off.
Good luck to them.
You know, all this time,
I thought I needed you...
To get back some iota of pride.
But turns out, you-- you needed me.
Women, you know?
Everything tells us that we're not enough,
that we just--
we come out of the womb needing fixing.
I am enough, Bell.
I'm enough without you, without anyone.
I convinced the mayor to reopen Vida's case.
This is the part where you go,
"Yay! Thanks, Cammie!
Let's finally solve it!"
You know, you--
you made me believe that I could make a difference.
You want misery?
Fine.
I want closure.
Mrs. Perez.
What are you doing here?
Well, there's been a string of burglaries
in the neighbourhood,
so I figured I'd check in since Alejandro's gone
and the boys aren't speaking to you.
You certainly helped that along.
Congratulations.
Everyone comes by their desserts justly, ma'am.
You've ruined my family and taken my company.
What is it you want?
I want to know what it's like to have all of this.
Disappointing.
Disappointing?
I reckon that's what your father would've said
if he knew your son sugared the rum.
Here.
It's moonshine.
I made it myself.
It's not fancy,
but at least it is what it says it is.
I don't know, it's a conundrum.
If I ignore her, I might never learn the truth.
Oh, definitely ignore her.
We've got a good, healthy thing going.
You think this is healthy?
There are two of you now.
You were always too much man for one woman.
Oh, thank you for that, but here's the thing.
If I accept, it means putting up with her endless questions
and her deeply annoying enthusiasm.
I might never learn the truth.
And if I do, it might mean a world of pain.
There is nothing to life but truth.
What is truth but our own perception of reality?
Mm, I disagree. There is one objective truth,
and we must seek it out.
How am I suddenly in a freshman year
low-rent philosophy seminar?
Picture us naked.
That may help.
Is this about me or Cammie?
Because I'm getting confused.
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I'm heading back to Crestview,
but I want you to give this Pensacola offer
some serious consideration.
I will, as soon as I get through this,
um, custody thing.
I'll just say this.
The police department there...
literally has a view of the water.
I mean,
it doesn't get much better than that.
Wow.
You know, I--I do have a question.
-Not about Pensacola. -I'm listening.
The investigation into Vida Prescott's murder
has officially reopened.
You don't say?
And I know I'm supposed to run everything
through VICAP and CODIS, but is there anything else
I'm supposed to do, anything else I'm missing?
Nope.
Sounds like you turned over every log in the swamp.
Great.
-Thank you. -Mm-hmm.
Honestly, how long could it take to make a decision?
You have to trust me, papi.
-Trust me, papi. -How long could it take
-to make a decision? -You have to trust me, papi.
How long could it take to make a decision?
-How long could it take-- -Trust me--
What do you want,
Señora Soulcrusher?
Five minutes at my daughter's grave.
Unless your mother is going to pull out her shotgun.
Mother?
She hasn't been here in a month.
Or was it six months?
Time blurs.
Please, Bellwether.
Please.
I'm leaving Alejandro.
Although "leaving" is a technical term
since he's already in Cuba.
Maybe he'll like it.
It's Florida without the politicians.
There you are.
You say your piece and leave.
"Liar."
I suppose that's true.
I considered "mendacious,"
but I didn't have the room.
I loved my daughter.
And for what it's worth,
she did love you too.
I was certain it was one of you that killed her.
We do tend to eat ourselves alive.
No wonder my father found comfort in other beds.
Thank you for this, Bellwether.
We got Judge Pritzer.
He's "law and order" and you're "law,"
so that's good.
Uh, just don't curse.
We got this in the bag.
Okay. Got it.
No cursing.
Ah, shit.
-What? What is it? -You didn't tell me
he got John-John Johnson.
Who the hell is John-John Johnson?
Piece of shit from Gainesville.
Buckle up, princess, because Lady Justice
is about to get fisted.
-John-John. -Art, how are you?
-Good to see you, friend. -Been a long time.
-I know. How's your mum? -Oh, she's doing pretty good.
Doing good? Tell her I said hello.
-Yeah. I will. -Afternoon, all.
Let's make this quick.
Yes, sir.
Love quick.
I've got duties and, you know, criminals.
Let's see here.
Mr. Malin is petitioning the court
for equal time-sharing.
-Yes. -Wait, what?
That's not what we agreed to.
We agreed to every other weekend.
You agreed to every other weekend.
My client did not agree.
What the fuck?
-This is bullshit! -I do not abide
that sort of language in my court.
Marcus, look at me.
Mr. Malin here dumped me when I was pregnant
for a porn star with zero IQ and an oxy habit.
Uh, sidebar with my client, Judge?
-That was years ago. -Uh, did we mention...
-Oh, was it? -His temper, Judge?
-Fuck you. -Oh, eat a dick.
Language!
You see, Your Honour,
of course I wish that my son had a father.
But Marcus Malin ain't it.
You want to talk about bad decisions?
Let's talk about Laila Roberts.
This is about my son!
-Your son? -Yes!
-Our son. -You are not getting Tyler.
You think you are. You won't.
-You're never seeing him again. -He's my son too.
I'm sorry, Judge, we're gonna need a little--
Cammie.
I told you something when I was young and stupid.
How dare you throw that in my face!
I heard about the Pensacola job.
He bought me a Cosmo. It slipped.
That is 60 miles away.
I'm trying to be a dad!
You're gonna pay for this, Marcus.
Oh, my God.
[sighs]
If it makes you feel any better,
Tallahassee just called.
You got a hit on the Perez case you reopened.
Damn, girl. You're in the big leagues now.
Bell.
Bell, you don't have to do this...
again. It's starting to get weird.
I have to.
What your mother said-- I need a sample.
Of my DNA?
There has to be another way.
Oh, of course.
What's wrong with me?
That must be Checotah.
I need to talk to him.
Where's Checotah?
I need Checotah.
And I need a signature.
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I thought it was crazy you hadn't cleaned it.
It still smelled like you.
What? I'm right in the middle of "Sliding Doors"
and would prefer to not be interrupted.
I think it was a member of the family that killed Vida,
just one we didn't know about.
What, you haven't made a move in a month,
and now you want my help?
I'm sending you her DNA.
I need you to hack CODIS and search
for any Okaloosa County DNA samples
in a 500 to 1500 centimorgan shared range with Vida.
Also, brunette Gwyneth wins the day.
You ruined the movie, dick.
I'm here to see Pyramus Lovell.
[door buzzes] Great, thank you.
Pyramus Lovell.
I got a few questions about a murder down in Boggsville.
I--I don't know anybody in Boggsville.
Hm.
Well, I have a very busy day, so, um,
I'm gonna get straight to the point.
I'm here about the murder of Vida Prescott.
I don't know her.
Well, it was five years ago,
so let me refresh your memory.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I--I--I did not touch that woman.
Then why was your bloody fingerprint on her neck?
I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
Medical examiners found a partial fingerprint
on her neck right here.
Five years, and they couldn't identify it.
See where I'm going here?
-No clue. -Okay.
Okay.
With your recent arrest,
your fingerprints got put in the system.
That give you a clue?
Thing is, Pyramus,
we just reopened Vida's case.
And all that evidence got run through the system again.
And there you were.
That print puts you at the murder scene.
And that arrest--oof-- paints a picture.
-I--I was in the swamp. -Mm.
I--I was buying some recreationals.
I saw her lying there.
I--I touched her neck just to check a pulse.
Bullshit!
Her throat was slit, and you know it.
I couldn't see, all right?
It was dark.
All I saw was a necklace.
What necklace?
I-It looked like an old coin
on--on--on a gold chain.
You know,
I never really thought you did it.
But next time, maybe, um,
maybe get yourself a lawyer, okay?
I heard you walked out on Judge Pritzer.
If you want, I'm happy to help smooth out his feathers.
Actually, I'm calling about a lead
in the Vida Prescott case.
Is that right?
You wanna tell me what you got?
-Not on the phone. -Okay then.
I've got some business out at the, uh, sugar plant.
Why don't you meet me there, say 7:00?
Thanks, Max.
You know what this means?
It doesn't have to.
It does have to.
If you solve my murder...
I have to go.
Lovell said that Vida was wearing a necklace.
I believe him.
She wore it all the time.
It was a gift from Quique.
Gave a version of it to all of his descendants
as a idiotic reminder of their bloodline.
You never mentioned it.
I just assumed that it was stolen
with the rest of her jewellery.
I'm gonna go meet Grant. Come with me?
I can't.
I'm sorry.
Skramstad's been waiting for me to make a move.
And the poor sod, I'm the only one he's got.
I am obligated to provide him
some minimal form of human contact.
Human contact?
That's what it's all about, isn't it?
I know you still talk to her.
Look, I know this is your way of processing grief,
and for a while, I thought that it was fine, but it's...
it's not.
You are one of the strongest people I have ever met.
I'm not like you.
I wish I was.
Are you telling me that you're okay
for all of this to be nothing?
For the rest of your life to be nothing?
I'm telling you I don't have a choice.
This is so disappointing.
I'm doing this with or without you.
Bell.
Hello?
Hello.
Hello, hello, hello, hello?
Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello.
Where in the shit have you been?
I was elsewhere.
You are never elsewhere.
I have hacked CODIS and followed the family sperm
and now I will watch you enjoy that.
Click on the link.
And these are all within your centimorgan range.
A lot of sperm, apparently.
Yeah, cousins.
I vaguely remember them from the wedding.
That's Alejandro's idiot nephew and his idiot sister.
That one invested heavily in collapsible pools.
Dunce.
No, nothing, nothing.
Oh, my God.
-Who is this? -Oh, my God.
The sheriff.
Sheriff Grant.
He shares 800 centimorgans with Vida.
So second cousin, or...
Well, Vida's half-uncle, Alicia's illegitimate brother.
The black sheep?
No, no, no, the invisible sheep.
Mm. This is some intense shit.
If he's hiding that, it's for a reason.
What if he killed Vida?
Olav, can you find Grant's mother's name?
Yeah, of course.
His mother is Ruby Canton.
It all makes sense.
After Vida's family refused to do anything
about the sugar plant illnesses,
she went to a lawyer.
I thought nothing came of that, but what if
the lawyer advised her to contact local law enforcement?
The sheriff?
Say Jeremiah Cedar knew Vida was gonna meet with Grant,
and Grant knew he knew.
If Grant killed Vida, that's motive for killing Cedar
when the poor son of a bitch finally emerged from hiding.
Oh, dear God.
What is it? Bellwether, what is it?
Cammie's on her way to meet him.
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Cammie.
Max.
I didn't see your car.
It's around back.
Now, what's this about?
Pyramus Lovell.
I interviewed him at the state prison.
He swears that Vida had on a necklace.
All her other jewellery was gone,
but she still had a necklace on.
And you believe a convicted felon?
There was no world where this guy
took a necklace from a girl with a slit throat.
He was scared even looking at the pictures.
-I don't see an alternative. -Well, I do.
I think someone else at the crime scene took the necklace.
She's not answering.
Skramstad!
Don't do it, Bell.
This doesn't end where you want it to.
Shut up!
I need a location on Cammie. Can you do that?
Yeah, the mobile?
Ping tower...
She's right there, near your house.
That's impossible. Try again.
Yeah, she's right there.
She's at the sugar plant.
Here's the crime scene sign-in.
It lists everyone who was there
the night that Vida's body was found.
So what exactly is your point?
Walk me through what happened at the crime scene.
I know the first two cops here-- Mike and Russ--
they lost their jobs after the mayor's budget cut,
and they both know better than to take
something traceable, like-- like jewellery.
Then there's the coroner.
Never met him,
but Urleen says that he wouldn't take a stick of gum,
let alone a necklace from a dead woman.
Next at the scene was--
Me.
That job in Pensacola...
it would take me out of the county.
Look at you.
You finally figured it out.
I knew you were a good cop.
Thing is,
I know you've never fired that weapon to kill.
Yeah, I'm a quick learner.
At the academy, they tell you to aim for central body mass.
Now, can you imagine the mess that'll make
of your internal organs?
You ain't gonna win, and you know it.
Think about how little Tyler will feel.
I won't even have to move your body.
Gators'll pick your bones clean by morning.
Bell.
If you don't mind and don't object,
I would like to go home now.
He'll live.
Hm. That's a disappointment.
Here's what I have so far in terms of charges.
Two first-degree murders, one attempted on me.
He also broke into your house.
You know, if you-- you're making a list.
There's felony official misconduct,
misuse of position, falsifying an official record,
and removing evidence from the scene of crime.
You forgot one.
Ruining my life.
That's not a thing.
It's illegal to lean a bicycle
against a cemetery tree.
How is ruining my life not a thing?
It's over, Max.
There's just one thing that I don't understand.
Why?
My mother cleaned their toilets.
He's Quique Famosa's illegitimate son.
Grew up in a trailer park,
even though his father was richer than Croesus.
Is that what rankled?
How would you know, you spoiled, indulged,
useless piece of shit?
Whatever your childhood was,
you made something of yourself, Max.
What happened?
The Perez family crawled back into my life.
Because Vida met me.
She moved here.
The next thing I know, Perez bought the sugar plant,
then the house on Rosemary Beach.
I told you that day in the swamp
that I hated the Perez family.
I was telling the truth.
I hated them, too.
Why didn't you kill them instead of her?
You're a fool blinded by love.
You really want to know what happened?
I'll tell you.
Jeremiah is dying, and it's all their fault.
You have proof?
Of everything-- of the soil, the payoffs,
the bullshit they do in my grandfather's name.
My family, they disgust me.
They're my family, too.
My mother was Ruby.
Ruby Canton. She was your maid.
Quique got her pregnant.
Well, Abuelito had a cock like a cruise missile.
Always looking for a soft target.
I spent my childhood waiting
for the great Famosas to let my mother come home.
How dare you talk to me like this.
Your mother was a gold-digging whore
who brought another piece of shit into this world,
and what did she get?
5,000? 'Cause that was the going rate.
Oh, I remember Ruby.
It probably went up into her nose
instead of into your tummy.
You're as worthless as my husband!
You think you scare me, you piece of shit?
I don't know what came over me.
Well, Vida did.
I ran when I saw Alejandro's headlights.
Waited out the storm, then when I came back,
she was gone.
I saw her father take the machete,
doing what they always did.
Sweeping everything under the rug.
Help me take him to the car.
He's going to the station.
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Bad Moseley.
Bad, bad. Come on, shoo.
Go on.
My God.
What--what happened to you?
Solved a murder.
Stabbed a sheriff.
So on and so forth.
So you're--you're well?
I'm fine.
And you?
Fine.
I came to get my passport.
I'm going on a trip.
Fascinating.
Who with?
It's none of your business.
Look at me, setting boundaries.
Well, drop me a postcard?
Eventually.
No.
Boundaries, Mother.
Mothers are overrated.
Wanna dig up some cocktail onions and have a Gibson?
I don't want a drink.
I should've told her the truth.
I should've told you.
Maybe if I had, none of this would've happened.
Don't be silly.
One way or another, I would fuck you up.
I loved you, Vida.
I believe in what we had before it all went wrong.
I never said I didn't love you, papi.
I just didn't care.
My heart hurts.
You loved me more than anyone ever should have.
But now, it's time to say goodbye.
Goodbye.
Hey.
-You doing okay? -I'm better than okay.
-You're here to visit, yes? -Yeah.
We wanted to see you.
I haven't had time to tidy,
but I can definitely do some Hemingway daiquiris.
And a tonic water?
-What's tonic water? -Uh, nothing that you'd like.
A virgin daiquiri, then?
I'd love to, Bell, I really would.
Excellent.
But, um, Otis is coming over for dinner.
Yeah. They're dating.
-Dating? -Yeah.
Actually, Tyler was the one who wanted to come and say hi.
Isn't that right, bug?
Show him.
I got you a souvenir from the fair.
It lights up and everything.
Oh, well, that's very kind of you, Tyler.
Thank you.
Now if you'll excuse me,
I have a million things to do, so goodbye.
Florida.
Come on, bug.
Front side, back side, clap, clap, clap.
Double fist, elbow bump, high sparkle, done!
-Done! -Wow.
Now can I have some more apple pie?
-Me too? -What?
You guys already inhaled an entire pie.
You think I'm made out of pie?
-Yeah. -Yeah?
Am not.
And go to your room and pack your stuff.
Your dad'll be here any second.
You, uh, figure out that whole thing with Marcus?
I'm trying.
Now that Pensacola's off the table, sorta helped.
He should be here already.
Let's go for a bike ride.
That kid is trying so hard not to cry right now.
He kicked me out of his room.
I'm sorry.
Would you mind watching him?
So I can go over to Marcus' house
and rip his fucking head off?
Of course.
Thank you.
Okay, I'll be back.
It's not what's outside that stops you.
It's what's inside.
Inside the lighthouse...
[knocking on glass]
Marcus, I know you're in there!
Oh.
Marcus?
You can do it. I know you can.
Marcus?
911, what's your emergency?
It's me. I need you, Cammie.
Bell, I can't help you right now.
You have to. Please.
This isn't about us,
even though now it feels like everything is about us.
Bell.
I remembered something from when I was a child.
You need to get to the old lighthouse.
Bell...
what happened at the lighthouse?