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I thought I'd slip into
something a little sexier.

Mm.

Just what I always wanted,

magician on top,
Donald Duck on bottom.

Who is more excited,
the magician or Donald Duck?

Clearly the duck.

Oh, Jesus.

Mother!

-Hello there, Millicent.
-Morning.

The gun, Mother.

Oh, for heaven's sakes,
Bellwether.

I didn't shoot Moseley.

I just scared him
back into the gator pit.

William Moseley is my pet.

Named after
the first governor of Florida.

Yes, we all know that.

You wouldn't shoot at
someone's poodle, would you?

I would,
if it were on my property.

How'd he get out?

I don't know.
Some kind of hole in the fence.

You can't just leave 'em
on the wrong side of the gate.

I'm kind of in a hurry, okay?

They're, like, eight inches
from your property.

These are practically
brand-new seersucker slacks.

I don't wanna muddy them.

Thank you.

My auntie says
I'm enabling you.

If I was a real friend,
I'd cut it the hell out.

This the same auntie that lost

10 grand on pachinko last year?

That's a low blow, man.
Come on.

Something is amiss
with the azaleas.

You're an odd duck, Bell.

It's why I love you.
Catch ya later.

Got an idea of how fast
you were going?

Make it a good guess,
because I got a radar gun.

North of 80?

Ding, ding, ding.
We got a winner.

Jonathon Michael Dungee.

Now you know mine.

You gonna tell me yours?

Do you want my name
so you can lodge a report?

'Cause maybe we're doing
a little highway flirting?

Yeah, 911. What do you want?

Is this is a real
emergency, or you

got something
stuck up your butt?

Oh, shit.

Aren't you
gonna question me?

-Did you do it?
-Well, no.

Uh-huh. Don't care.

-It's murder.
-Still don't care.

'Cause I'm not
authorized to care.

All I'm authorized to do
is write tickets.

Felonies I report to the

county sheriff in Crestview.

The sheriff is an idiot,
a moron, a cretin.

He's just gone
through a bit of a shock.

An imbecile.

A birdbrain,
simpleton, dumbass.

Last month, he investigated
Mel Doppler's murder

and still hasn't solved it.

It's ridiculous, because
clearly Bill Mason killed him.

And you know that why?

Doppler's remains were found

in the Apalachicola
River on June 14th.

Phone records show Doppler
called Mason on June 4th,

so the sheriff presumed he was
killed sometime after that.

If you sample the remains,
you'll find diatomic activity,

which does not occur
until 21 days postmortem.

Ergo, Doppler was murdered
sometime in mid-May.

What are you talking about?

Bill Mason killed Mel Doppler,

faked the phone call,
and is living the dream

in Destin
as an off-brand Chippendale--

The Cockpits.

I guess the "pit" part of
the pun refers to the armpits.

I don't know.
They could do better.

Okay, so just out of curiosity,
'cause again, not my job,

you have any proof of this,

or you pull all this
out of your gold-plated ass?

If you show her,
she'll never leave.

Okay.

What in the holy hell?

My crime lab.

Emillia McDunnough,

nephew killed her
for a lottery ticket.

PK Benton, decapitated
in his trailer park.

Talk to the gentleman
in lot eight.

Maxi Tran,
the manicurist did it.

Why I'm the only one who
figured that out escapes me.

Shall I go on?

Why didn't you tell anyone?

I am not authorized.

Mr. Prescott, I'd
like to know exactly

how you did all of this

when everybody in town
knows that you haven't been off

of your property in five years,
ever since--

Hey!

The murder weapon
was a double-edged blade,

likely an oyster knife,
based on hilt guard marks,

wound edge bruising,
and blood loss.

An oyster knife.

And the victim had a toothache
in the days before his murder.

-And you know that how?
-Because he knows everything.

Well, because
he looks like a Smurf.

Likely the result of
excessive benzocaine

from an oral pain relief gel.

Now, get this corpse off my
property and to the coroner's.

We don't have a coroner.

You really have no idea what's
going on out there, do you?

Boggsville.

Six months ago,
the mayor told everyone

that their paychecks
were gonna bounce.

Cops left, garbage men quit,

and, in case anyone
other than my kid gives a crap,

the library closed.

They only kept me because
the radar gun is the one thing

standing between this town
and bankruptcy.

It ain't glamorous
or satisfying

or really anything other
than unmitigated hell,

but I'm it.

Last one standing.

So I'm gonna ask you
one more time, Mr. Prescott.

How is it that you know
about all of these murders

when you haven't been
off of your property since--

Stop.

You haven't been off
of your property

since your wife was murdered.

Yeah, there's been a
murder at the old Prescott

compound two miles east of Boggsville.

No ID. All we know
is that he's been stabbed,

potentially by an oyster knife.

Three years of
writing tickets does not

qualify you to opine
on cause of death.

You tell that son of a bitch

Bellwether Prescottto expect me.

Sheriff's on his way.

So people around town say that

you're an agoraphobe,
which means...

That's an anxiety disorder

in which one fears places
or situations that cause panic.

It's a fear of fear.
Not my issue.

You know, people
telecommute to work.

I telecommute to life.

My days could not be more full.

I play chess
with an opponent in Norway.

I'm learning to make tortellini
from an Italian nonna.

The world is my oyster.

Hey, hey, hey, what the hell?

Do not contaminate
the crime scene!

I have degrees in criminology

from excellent
online institutions.

Yeah? And I learned
how to floss on YouTube.

Step away.

Bellwether is what they call
a polymath.

-A polymath?
-Yes, like Leonardo da Vinci.

Hmm. If you're so
smart, how come you

haven't solved
your wife's murder?

That was incredibly hurtful.

Oh, God, this is disgusting.

Okay, Addams Family,

as far as I'm concerned,
you both are suspects.

As far as I'm concerned,
you're trespassing.

Six generations of Prescotts
have lived on this land.

We have dredged. We have drunk.

Some have even fathered
the occasional bastard child.

But we have never,
ever committed murder.

Mm, uh...

What would
really be helpful, Mum,

is if you would fetch me
some Ziplocs.

Hey, I could arrest you.

Darby!

Come on in.

Oh, look,
it's the speed trap queen.

It's my job. You were speeding.

A girl's gotta make a living.
I get it.

I must've done, like, a thousand

lap dances back in the day.

And you did them beautifully.

Even in high school, we knew

you had that special touch.

-Aww.
-Gross.

Now, your mama called and said

there's a hole in
the gator fence.

The alligator situation
is under control,

but I would love your help
with the murder victim.

That is one blue
son of a bitch.

Hmm, definitely bluebottles.
Probably on their second molt.

There you go.

Time of death is...

three days ago,
likely Monday night.

Bygones be bygones?

Organic in nature,

which you'd care about
if you were a real cop.

Well, if Florida
were a real place,

maybe I'd be a real cop.

Let me guess.
You're not from here?

Detroit.
And none of your business.

Lorde.

Uh-huh.

On my way.

Emergency. I have to go.

Do not go near the crime scene.

Final warning!

Five years, Bell.

Maybe it's really time
to move on.

I miss my son,

the one who was
off to New Zealand or India

or God knows where.

If you don't mind,
I'd like to concentrate

on getting rid of this dead body

before the whole place
starts to stink.

Ugh, Jamie Dykstra
smelled like a swamp rat

from the day he was born.

Can't possibly get any worse.

-Jamie Dykstra?
-Mm.

Why didn't you
tell the officer who he was?

I don't know.
I thought maybe you killed him.

I hate seeing you like this.

What are you even looking for?

I've seen
Dykstra's name somewhere.

Jamie Dykstra.

$5,000 made out to cash by you.

Endorsed by Dykstra
a week before your murder.

What's the connection between
you and the murder victim?

What was the $5,000 for, Vida?

Naughty gator!

Naughty, naughty gator.

It's the first meeting
of Dinosaur Club.

If I'm late,
I'll get a sad face.

We walked in
as soon as the bell rang.

Legally,
that means no sad face.

911.
Is this a real emergency,

or you have something
stuck up your butt?

I identified the victim,
Jamie Dykstra.

But if you don't do something
with his remains,

my alligator's
gonna finish the job.

The sheriff got held up
by an accident

involving a harpoon
at a bait shop in Dorcas,

and that's all
I'm allowed to say, okay?

♪♪ Dance with me I
want to be your partner

Can't you see? ♪♪

♪♪ The music is just starting ♪♪

♪♪ Night is calling
And I am falling ♪♪

♪♪ Dance with me... ♪♪

Bellwether.

No, no, no, Bellwether.
Where are you going?

What are you--
what are you doing?

I need to find a place
to preserve this body.

You know what Dr. Wright said.

Stress creates panic,
and panic creates agoraphobia.

Step aside, Mother.

Everything is under control.

You can't just
stuff a dead body

in the passenger seat
and leave.

I thought you wanted me to
run off to India, New Zealand.

I thought you wanted me
to have adventure.

I do, I do, but we just
need to discuss this.

What if you have
a panic attack?

Goodbye, Mother.

♪♪ Pick the beat up
And kick your feet up ♪♪

♪♪ Dance with me ♪♪

♪♪ Let it lift you ♪♪

♪♪ Off the ground ♪♪

♪♪ And love is all around us ♪♪

♪♪ Dance with me ♪♪

Rocket Pop?

Back so soon?

I got a report about
a missing ice cream truck.

My ex has no trust.
It's always been an issue.

Where's the body?

In the ice cream truck.

You don't need to be concerned
about that now.

Before, you did,

but now the body
has ceased decomposing.

Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You put the murder victim inside

the stolen ice cream truck?

Do you have any idea how many

violations I could
charge you with?

Oh, look,
I'll make my quota all in one.

Because that's all you care

about, your quota
and not murder.

Yeah? Yeah? Well, I found out
Dykstra was released last week

from Grayton Correctional after
serving five years for robbery.

How's that for not caring?

And I don't have time to care.
So that was a one-off.

Checotah, did you make
any deliveries last week

to Jamie Dykstra?
It's important.

Oh, uh...

Yeah, a metal detector.

Right.

Why don't me and
Checotah go to my dumpster

fire of an ex about
the truck and--

Yeah, you two deal with this,
like, murder situation, okay?

Uh, hey, be safe, man.

I know why Dykstra was here.

My great-granddad made rum
during Prohibition...

From the extra sugarcane
in our fields.

He buried the proceeds
in coffee tins in our garden.

Now, how Dykstra
found this out, I do not know,

but given the metal detector,
he was trying to rob me.

Well, what happened
to the metal detector?

Are you out of your damn mind?

Your mother called.

She thinks you're gonna
have a heart attack.

Sit down. Now.

Well, hello to you too.

I don't talk to people who

write doctors speeding tickets.

Dr. Otis is with The
National Health Service Corps.

Okay.

Only till I pay off
my student loans.

Then back to Atlanta
where, I'm gonna

open a Botox clinic
and make bank.

While you're here, can I

interest you in a dead body?

I think the hideous shade
of blue is because of--

Excessive benzocaine, like in

topical oral pain relief gel.

Mm. Only place to get that
is the pharmacy on Seagate.

You need to get
to the pharmacy.

-We have a break in our case.
-It's not our case.

It's not even my case.
I'm off-duty in a half an hour,

and then I have to pick up
Tyler, take him to karate.

I do not have time to run

around playing Nancy Drew.

Nancy Drew
was far more talented than you,

and she was a fictitious child
from the 1930s.

Hey, if you want it done,
then do it.

But leave the body in the truck

until the county
sheriff arrives.

Once again, I am city.

Felonies are county, got it?

-Hey, Mum?
-Yeah?

You catch bad guys?

Yeah, bad guys who speed.

You know what?

Let's make a pit stop. Come on.

We're all out of Plan B.

Good to know, Kevin,
but that's not why I'm here.

Did you sell tooth pain gel
to James Dykstra?

Do you know how many people
come through here?

Last Thursday.

Great.

Thanks, Kevin.

He says he did.

Did you ask
if he saw anything strange?

Okay, in case the boundaries
got blurred here,

I do not take orders from you,
and I don't have time for this.

Are you even a cop,

or have you ever seen
a movie that has cops in it?

Stop baiting me.

Are you sure I have
to answer more questions?

My God, have you

alienated the entire town?

Um, I have the sheriff
on the phone, so... yes.

Dykstra bought benzocaine,
but that's all I know.

His vocal pitch. He's lying.

Liar, liar, lab coat on fire!

Liar.

Fine.

I saw Dykstra
fighting with a redhead.

She had a "Mermaids Do It

Wetter" T-shirt. Wicked hot.

In a trashy stripper way,

not in a high-class
stripper way.

Please don't give me
the details.

Hard to get it
just right with you.

What?

Daenerys' mum is a stripper.

Florida.

I know where the redhead works.

What's a stripper?

Let's go to tae kwon do.

It's an employee's T-shirt
from Okahoochee Springs.

That's, like, 25 miles away.

I'm back on duty
this afternoon.

-Not a chance.
-This is critical, Cammie.

-We need to go there.
-There is no "we."

If you wanna do it,
then just do it.

But don't drag
me into this bullshit

any further, thank
you very much.

So the cop isn't gonna
help you anymore, is she?

What if there's a connection
between this murder and Vida's?

What if this is my last chance

to find the person
who took her away from me?

Well, then maybe it's time to
really do something about it.

I'd have to do it myself,
but I--

Please don't leave me, Bell.

I can't leave here.

I believe in you, Bell.

I do.

You know our deal.

If you leave,
you can't have me.

I don't have you now.

You got this, Bellwether.

I embrace discomfort.
I confront my fears.

I embrace discomfort.
I confront my fears.

I embrace--

♪♪ I can take you where you... ♪♪

♪♪ Want to go ♪♪

♪♪ Dance with me ♪♪

♪♪ I want to be your partner ♪♪

♪♪ Can't you see? ♪♪

♪♪ The music is just starting ♪♪

♪♪ Night is calling
And I am falling ♪♪

♪♪ Dance with me ♪♪

-You're off campus.
-Yes.

Fine. I'm driving.

-I'm gonna vomit.
-No, sniff this.

Not kidding. Ginger ale,
ice chips, newsprint

got me through
my first trimester.

Hey there.

I'm Arvin, the wildlife guide
here at Okahoochee Springs.

I got a whole family of gopher

tortoises down by the mangroves.

We're here to see a mermaid.
Official business.

Mm-hmm.

All right, well,
this is our mermaid roster.

Are you okay there, buddy?

Magnifique.

The redhead. That one.

Mermaid Kelsey.

"Mermaid Kelsey likes toasted

marshmallows and
a positive attitude."

Florida.

Yeah, well,
the best place to catch her

is when she comes outta
the lagoon.

Let's get you in there, huh?

Look, I don't know
what I'm doing here,

except I hate
handing out tickets

and I hate everybody hating me.

So I thought,
maybe for once,

I'll do something that matters.

Hello! Prescott?

Prescott.

Like, what happened?

-Are you okay?
-He doesn't look okay.

- What's wrong with him?
- Oh, he's agoraphobic.

Is that the thing whereyou

wanna have sex with dead people?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

You may wanna ask them
about Jamie Dykstra.

Yeah, getting there.

So tell me about this fight
that you and Jamie had.

When he was in prison,
I told him I'd wait,

but then I met Arvin,
and, you know.

Kels, babe, maybe you should
ask why she's asking.

Don't tell.

Jamie's been murdered.

So where were you
Monday night, Kelsey?

Oh, my God. Poor Jamie.

You were with your sister.

I remember'cause I had to pick

up new catch poles in Orlando.

Oh, don't worry about him.
He's probably also drunk.

No judgment, man.

There's plenty
of cool agoraphobes.

Talking about the real deal.

Like Proust, Emily Dickinson,

the Beach Boys dude,
Howard Hughes.

- Wow.
- He's dumb and smart.

I am so confused right now.

A fellow historian.

There's not many of us
around here.

Yeah.
Not a lot of people know this,

but Howard Hughes was kidnapped
by Aristotle Onassis

and didn't actually die
until 1987,

and that's if
he's even dead at all, right?

And it was Onassis' money
that financed 9/11,

which was obviously an inside
job, because everybody knows

that jet fuel doesn't melt
steel beams. Come on.

-Everyone.
-Nope. Just dumb.

You have sex with this man?

I would never hurt Jamie.

Any idea who would?

Manny Galarza.

He took over Jamie's oyster

boat when he got locked up

and he wouldn't give it back.

And yes, I do.
He's really thorough.

-Aw, match made in heaven.
-I know.

♪♪ This the last
Twenty dollars I got ♪♪

♪♪ But I'ma have
A good time ballin' tonight ♪♪

♪♪ Tell the bartender
Line up some shots ♪♪

♪♪ 'Cause
I'ma get loose tonight... ♪♪

What is happening right now?

♪♪ She's so hot ♪♪

Just, you know,
singing along to the radio

like normal American humans
sometimes do

when they're out in the world.

-You did actual police work.
-Mm-hmm.

I didn't know that was
a thing you could do.

I know.

Interviewing my first suspect.
How exciting.

So much better than
sitting in my car all day

getting vagina cancer
from a radar gun.

Must you be so crass?

Why, yes, I must, kind sir.

So, did you have a job before
you stopped doing things, or--

No.

I was raising money
to restore the seafront.

It was going to be beautiful.

It would've given this town
the life it deserves.

Hmm. You did a pretty bad job.

When I went inside, I stopped.

No open containers.

Oh, please.
This is the Panhandle.

-Why are you doing this?
-Doing what?

Putting yourself through hell.

You could have just left that
body until the sheriff came,

stayed in your
weird house with your

weird mum for
the rest of your life.

There is a chance Dykstra's
murder is connected to Vida's.

I'm gonna turn off Pitbull.

It doesn't feel appropriate
for the moment.

I never had a purpose.

My whole life, I jumped
from interest to interest.

I got a degree in
zoology because

I got interested in
this certain kind of sloth.

And then I briefly
became one of the world's

leading experts on sloths.

And I even traveled to Colombia

to study sloths and...

Ah, it doesn't matter.

The point is, then I met Vida

and she became my purpose.

And she inspired me
to do the seafront project

since the two things I loved
were her and this town.

She made me feel so alive.

And then somebody killed her.

And you can't put yourself
through hell

when you're already in it.

So now may I?

Yeah, go ahead.

-To Vida.
-To Vida.

What?

Vida's scarf.

It's gone.

Oh, it must be in the lagoon.

I need to get home.

I thought you left
because I left.

I thought--

I thought
I'd never see you again.

I'm here for now.

But if I were you,
I wouldn't leave again.

Oh, hey, Ty.

Sheriff was on his way
from Dorcas,

but he got delayed
by an overturned big rig

filled with contraband
howler monkeys.

Mm. Hey, I'll just be a minute.

I bet Urleen
will give you a cookie.

Yay!

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven.

Okay.

I got it!

All right.

Now, I'm gonna give you
a silver dollar if-- hold on--

if you...

try a tomato.

Whoa.

-Can I have another?
-Of course you can.

I did some digging

and I found out Manny Galarza
has a record of felony assault.

Maybe if you want,
we could pay him a visit.

"We."

I think she likes you.

-Don't be ridiculous.
-I'm sorry?

I have no further interest
in this investigation.

You're on your own.

I-- I went out on a limb
for you here and you're just--

you're just done?

Yes, I'm just done.

So you're gonna hide
in your house

and pretend like
you live in the past,

which, by the way,
you basically made up.

-What is she talking about?
-What are you talking about?

I read Vida's file. She was a--

She was a spoiled drunk
with a brutal temper.

Aren't you gonna defend me?

Well, at least
I didn't make babies

with that glob of snot
Marcus Malin.

I made a mistake.

You made a choice.

You didn't have a marriage.
You had a train wreck.

-We're leaving, Ty.
-I wanna stay.

Mrs. Prescott's gonna
introduce me to Moseley.

Who introduces a six-year-old
to their pet alligator?

You don't know anything
about my marriage.

You are a stranger.

-Yeah, well, you're a--
-A drunk?

No, you're a coward.

I'm fine with drunks,
not so much with cowards.

-Oh, great exit line!
-Uh-huh.

You come up with that
beforehand?

License and registration.

So, Adam...

Are you allowed
to leave your post?

Oh, screw it.
Not like it matters.

White folks hate me
'cause I'm Black

and Black folks hate me
'cause of the badge,

but, you know,
paycheck and pension.

I hear you.

I go where the money is too.
I'm a hedge fund manager.

I live in New York six months,

here the other six
to avoid taxes.

Mm, wow.

You must be so proud.

I pay all of mine
because, you know,

just seems like that's
what one's supposed to do.

That's funny
'cause you get paid by taxes.

It's kind of like
you're paying your own salary.

Yeah. That's hilarious.

I'm just gonna
use the restroom.

Excuse me.

Manny Galarza?

Hands on the wheel!

Oh.

That's some bammer shit, Manny.
Let's go for a ride.

That shit's legal in 23 states.

Not in Florida, buddy.

I really think you gotta start
putting the past behind you.

You know, if you ever wanna...

make way for the future.

Oh, spare me the tribal wisdom.

It's not tribal, you racist.

It's Forrest Gump.

How high are you right now?

Mm.

I heard your cop pal brought

Galarza in for questioning.

You know his last order
were for rubber gloves,

zip ties, and a bone saw?

Where were you Monday?

-I'll kill you, traffic cop bitch.
-Sit, sit.

Manny Galarza, is it?

The finest oyster man
on the Panhan...dle.

What kind of bullshit is this?

There is a question
that has plagued me.

Which goes better with oysters,

hefeweizen or Muscadet?

Some people say Muscadet
because it's got this crisp...

It was insane for you
to question him yourself.

Do you know how strong
someone has to be

to shuck
a thousand oysters a day?

-This is my job.
-Since when? Since yesterday?

But if you ask me,
it's better with salmon.

So I'd go with the Muscadet!

Great.

So now that
we're all pals here,

where were you Monday night?

Indian bingo.

And I had a few beers
and I tried to catch frogs.

-Get any?
-Nah.

How is this relevant?

If he's lying
and went to your place,

he would've had
to take the highway.

I was on duty Monday night.

I can check
my body cam footage.

So if your truck shows up...

Knock yourself out.

You don't
see my truck, don't you?

Oh, gross.

Florida.

Is that it?

No, doesn't have the bull bar.

Oh, shit.

You were making a date.

Well, some people have Tinder,

I have the I-10.

Sex without commitment
is vulgar.

What century are you from?

And not that you'd understand,

but I need certain stuff
done to me

and I need to do certain stuff
to other people

and I'm not gonna
apologize for that.

She's right, man.
Women have drives.

- Slut-shaming's wrong.
- Mm-hmm.

Learned that
from my ex-stepdaughter.

Can I have
my weed back, please?

No. Okay, that's it.

Wait, roll back.

There!

The Okahoochee van.

Didn't Arvin say that he was
in Orlando Monday night?

Appreciate that, I'll hold.

Okahoochee said Arvin's
only worked there four months.

They're checking his HR file.

Do you ever wonder
if the people you meet

on the interstate
have diseases?

SeaWorld?

You sure about that?

For three years, huh?

Okay. Thanks.

He lied.

When I worked for The Post,
I did a story on SeaWorld.

They vet everyone.

No way a nutcase like Arvin
slipped through.

You were a journalist?

Until Marcus fired me
for getting pregnant,

which is funny because

he's the one who
got me pregnant.

That's my point,
casual sex is not nice.

Why did Arvin
lie about SeaWorld?

Well, we know that Dykstraspent

the last five years in Grayton.

And that Arvin
was not at SeaWorld.

-I should check Grayton.
-You should check Grayton.

I'm sorry your son
doesn't have a father.

-Oh, my God, it's so slow.
-It's your VPN.

Tyler has a father.
He just doesn't have a dad.

Arvin Palanko,
convicted of manslaughter,

incarcerated at Grayton,
released in May.

Do you know that
Florida correctional

officers have their
own Facebook group?

I learned about it
when I was looking

into the murder
of Niklas Lidstrom.

Officer Lorde,
it is your lucky day.

What's another word
for "friend" in Elvish?

Oh, my God,
it's a prison play.

"Mellon."

Arvin and Dykstra,
together again.

It makes perfect sense!

Dykstra brags about
your buried treasure to Arvin

and tells him he's gonna
go after it once he gets out.

Perfect sense.

Then Arvin gets paroled,
relocates here,

and waits for Dykstra's release

so he can get in
on the buried treasure too.

My heart... Palpitations.

Dirt.

Here, I got it from your place.

You can hold on to it
instead of the scarf.

What, home is
your safe place, right?

This is like
a portable safe place.

You did that for me? Thank you.

Okay, so this is supposedly
where Arvin lives.

Get out.

Get out of the car.

Psst.
Alligator breeding ground.

The spike that I
found in Dykstra's

shoe, it was an egg tooth.

-It's what baby gators
use to get out of their shell.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay.
Open up.

I'm gonna go in.

I found the metal detector.

Ha!

You do not get to die.

You do not get to die.

Please don't die.

You shot him.

Yeah.

Never fired my gun before.

It was honestly
kind of thrilling.

For now, I'm gonna try not to
think what that says about me.

Okay.

I got nothing to do with this.

I've got an alligator
egg tooth that says otherwise.

Consider this, Arvin.

While you were at Grayton,

Dykstra bragged to you about
a rich family with buried treasure.

When he got paroled,
he found out you moved here

and were getting biblical
with his mermaid.

I love her, okay?

I was gonna blow
the whole treasure thing off,

but then Jamie showed up
at my place.

And then you followed him
to Bell's and killed him.

Ow.

Then why don't
I have the money? Hmm?

Here's what I think.

Using his metal detector,
you started digging,

you damaged the fence,
and Moseley came after you.

That's his pet alligator.

All that time at Okahoochee
working with the gators

gave you a soft spot,
didn't it, Arvin?

It was either
kill Bill and Moseley

and get the treasure or escape.

He looked at me
with those eyes.

You could murder someone but

you couldn't kill an alligator?

That makes you a decent
man, Arvin, at least to me.

As a decent man,
I would appreciate it

if you could shed some light
on the connection

between my wife
and Jamie Dykstra.

You really wanna know?

Jamie found out
your wife was having

an affair and he
blackmailed her.

That's how
he knew about the treasure.

Vida told him.

I arrested some limp dick
with a harpoon in Dorcas,

rounded up eight howler monkeys
in Turkey Creek,

yet somehow this is
the weird part of my day.

And why is Prescott here?

I'm turning myself in

for driving with
an expired license.

You irritate
the hell out of me.

Well, then,
perhaps the fine Officer Lorde

can write me a ticket
and I'll be on my way.

Right after I book Mr. Palanko

for the murder
of Jamie Dykstra.

You made an arrest?

Yes, Sheriff Grant.

I did.

You sure you wanna be here?

I mean, the whole Vida thing,
it's a lot to process.

Nothing a Gulf oyster and a

Hemingway daquiri can't fix.

Mm.

Holy shit, that's good.

Look at that sunset.

Even if it is Florida,

it should be illegal

for something to be that beautiful.

Yes, it should.

I wasn't meaning you.

That wasn't what was happening.

Okay, okay.

All right.

Can I ask you something?

Did you know
Vida was having an affair?

Because if you did,
that would give you motive.

And if you have motive...

Before we discuss that...

Why don't you tell me
who you really are?

What are you talking about?

Let's start
with Niklas Lidstrom,

who thankfully
is very much alive

and was one of the greatest
defensemen in NHL history.

Played 20 seasons
for the Red Wings.

Everyone from Detroit
knows Lidstrom.

You don't.
Ergo, you're not from Detroit.

Black people
don't do hockey, okay?

Then there's that tattoo
on your wrist, "BMT."

It's surely not a person.

Does anyone bother with
the full monogram these days?

Then I thought of your
slight diphthongal tendency.

And that points us to
New York and leaves

us with Brooklyn
Manhattan Transit.

Meaningless to anyone
but a true New Yorker,

say, one who was born near the
Brooklyn Manhattan subway line,

who doesn't want anyone
to know that

or anything else about her.

For the same reason she runs
a quad VPN on her cell phone,

in spite of the fact that slows

the damn thing down to the speed of mud.

You say I'm stuck in my past.

I say
you're running from yours.

-Shall I go on?
-No, you should not.

Think you're so smart?

That vial of dirt?

It was Tyler's cocoa.

Good night, whoever you are.

Hello?

Hello? Somebody there?

Layla?

Is this you?

Were you
having an affair, Vida?

I thought we had
a future together.

Didn't you?

I could answer that,

but I'm just a projection
of your grief.

This isn't over, is it?

It's not.

I'll find your killer, Vida.

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♪♪ The ocean
Is calling me back ♪♪

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The love of this man ♪♪

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