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My name is Carson Phillips.

I'm a P.I.

I like to drink.

I like to smoke.

I like to gamble.

Sometimes a little too much.

But you know what they say,
everything in moderation.

Including moderation.

I figured I could'a
taken these guys,

but last time I had uninvited
guests, they trashed my place

and frankly Raymond, my cat,
still hasn't gotten over it.

Nuh-uh!

I'm holding a cat.

- What?
- You hold it.

Agh!
Damn it!

I've been working
in L.A. for over 20 years.

Whoever named this place the
City of Angels certainly had a

terrific sense of humor.

Behind all the Hollywood glitz
and glam, it's just like any

other city, except when the
Santa Ana wind blow hot off

the desert, the unimaginable
suddenly turns real.

People get a little more jumpy.

Their skin starts to crawl.

And parties end
with dead bodies.

But I guess that's
entertainment.

Most of my jobs
are pretty routine.

Cheating spouses, deadbeat
dads, missing persons.

But every once in a while,
a case becomes something

I never saw coming.

You brought Raymond to work.
Who's after you this time?

Well, you only bring Raymond
in when someone's after you

and you gotta hide out.

Aren't you cute when you're
not minding your own business.

Take him for a few days.

Sure thing, Carson.

By the way, someone's
in your office.

I can see that.

Mr. Phillips?

You seem surprised.

I was just expecting
you'd look much older.

You almost look like you
could suit up right now.

You must know a little bit
about my past. Have a seat.

I grew up in Galveston.

Oh, well.

I thought I caught a little
bit of East Texas in there.

You were something to watch.

Flattery...

it'll get you everywhere.

I'm yours.
How can I help you?

Well, Mr. Phillips, my
aunt, Barbara Van Poole

is in a sanitarium just
outside of Galveston.

Pleasant Meadows?

Mmhmm, I remember
Pleasant Meadows.

A few years back, she had a
complete nervous breakdown

and she just hasn't
been well ever since.

I used to call and speak with
her regularly, but now when I

phone, I just get the runaround.

All I get are some
letters in the mail.

Well, you see, I don't typically
do out-of-town jobs, so...

Well, it's just that I don't
wanna hire anyone from there

'cause I don't know
if I can trust them.

How do you know
you can trust me?

Hey, Carson.

I think it might be a
good idea for you to get

out of town for a few weeks.

We're talking
about Galveston here.

What's wrong with Galveston?

Not a thing.
Just not for me.

Name your price, Carson.

A beautiful woman with a sob
story has always been one of

my weaknesses.

Along with her having
an open checkbook,

she became irresistible.

The road has always been a
fascinating place for me.

The drone of the tires
against the asphalt becomes this

hypnotic chorus taking me
back to places I rarely go.

There I was
back in Texas,

the land of cowboys,
beautiful women,

72 ounce steaks-

You won't be disappointed
in these steaks.

and the holiest of holy.

A lot has happened
since I left Texas.

The Beatles and Vietnam
had come and gone.

Armstrong walked on the moon

and I drank enough bourbon
to fill the Cotton Bowl.

Maybe I drank enough to finally
face the shame of my past.

I ran out on Jayne, the only
woman I've ever loved,

faster than I ever
ran on the field

after I disgraced myself
in that fateful final game.

Hello.

We've been expecting you.

You have?

You're here as an observer from
the Institute, aren't you?

Nope. I'm just
here to visit a patient.

A friend?

What's your position?
Are you a doctor or something?

No. Paranoid schizophrenic.

There she is.

I have a cat that's paranoid.

- It's time for session.
- Sorry, sir.

It's fine, it's fine.

Bingo at 3:30 in the sun room.

Now, don't forget everyone.

Howdy.

Howdy. Can I help you?

Yeah. Well, I'm here to
see a patient of yours

by the name
of Barbara Van Poole.

Don't forget, bingo
at 3:30 in the sun room.

Something wrong?

No.

The name don't sound familiar.
Can you describe her?

Well, she lives here.

I think you'd do a
better job than I can.

She's probably in your
files there. Just check them.

I'll get Dr. Mitchell.

All right.

He's really busy right now.

If you don't mind having a seat.

All right.

Y'all do electric
shock treatment here?

Not to visitors.

Well, that's good news.

He's here to see
Barbara Van Poole.

Group meditation
on the main lawn in 15 minutes.

Group meditation on the
main lawn in 15 minutes.

It's nice to see
you again, Mr. Carson Phillips.

Excuse me?

Oh, you don't remember me.

Long time ago.

I was a freshman
warming the bench.

Still got splinters in
my backside from that.

Playing football.
You were out on the field.

You were a senior.
You...

Scoring.
Setting records.

We went to a couple
of classes together.

That is, whenever you showed up.

Miles. That's your name? Miles?

Dr. Miles Mitchell.

A lot of years ago.
A lot of years ago.

- True.
- Yeah.

You really could have
been one of the greats.

Well, you sure did
well for yourself.

This is a beautiful
place you got here.

Thank you very much.
We take pride in

creating a serene
environment for our clients.

We service all the
greater Galveston area.

All over Texas.

The entire nation, you know.

So, you're here to
see Miss Van Poole?

Yes, I am.

Right this way.

All right.

Well then how do
you know Miss Van Poole?

You know, just a
friend of the family.

I came back to my hometown.

I'm just visiting.

No problem, I trust.

Hey, you're the
doctor, you tell me.

No. No. Of course not.

It's just that she
doesn't get many visitors.

You rarely see the family.

Well, here I am visiting.

Yeah.

I don't like to
neglect a promise so

I told her I'd go visit Barbara
and make sure she's all right.

Maybe even cheer her up a bit.

'Course. 'Course,
I understand completely.

It's just that you can't
see Barbara right now.

She's in a group
therapy session.

So, how long are you in town?

Well, I'll wait.

Well, the session goes on all
afternoon, and we don't like

to interrupt them.

You see, of course we give
them breaks and such

but we need to
keep them focused.

But I will call you when
she's up and around.

Where are you staying?

Well, why not just
come back this evening?

She'll be exhausted, poor thing.

We do like to give the patients
time to reflect upon...

- What?
- what the group has said.

You know.

They didn't tell me about
this group therapy stuff.

I'm curious about that.

Miss Van Poole's a
very private person.

On top of that, she is

considerably wealthy, and
she has this belief that...

Everybody wants her money.

Well, I can assure
that ain't the case.

So, why don't we do this?

I'm staying at the
Lone Star Motel.

Why don't you give me a
call when Barbara's ready,

and I'll come back.

In the meantime, I say,
thank you for your time

and have a great day.

I felt the invisible tug
of my short hairs when I left

the good doctor, so I thought
I'd follow a different tug.

Hey, you.

I assume you can still
get bourbon here, no?

Yes, sir.

You got it.

Baby needs a new Camaro!

For shit sake's, Slide.

Call or get out.
Enough already.

Let's go, cabrón.

Only three kind of
people wear sunglasses inside.

Blind people, assholes,
and blind assholes.

Okay, I raise two
hundred dollars.

Lorenzo, you spend all
your money on that suit?

I like that suit.

Oh, my God.

Hey, Doc.

How you doing?

I never thought I'd see
you 'round here again.

Look at you.
You look like hell.

Well, only you'd know.

I like what you've
done to the place.

Well, you know,
they demand, I supply.

They get screwed, I get rich.

Not very scientific,
but it works every time.

Bing, you remember
our hometown hero.

Oh, come on now!

Bing Walsh?

Chief Walsh now.

Oh, Chief of Police.
Oh, man, only in Texas.

Don't do this!
Don't do this!

I thought I saw a ghost, man.

You did see a ghost.

Deal him in, Mary Sue.

His credit's good around here.

His credit is good.

I guess you're up for a
nice, friendly game, hmm?

All right.
Twist my arm.

Can we play some goddamn cards?

Hold your horses there, slick.

This is Lorenzo Rodriguez.

He's a-
entrepreneur.

Isn't that what
you call yourself?

You know what we call him?
El Guano.

'Cause he used to clean out
the bedpans at the sanitarium.

Is that right?

You're the man
I need to talk to.

Hey, Daddy.

Hi, Angel.
How much you need?

I want just your
love and affection.

Carson, this is
my daughter Rose.

She owns this joint.

It's impressive.

Thank you.

- And this is...
- Oh, I know who he is.

'Cause I watch
you every week on TV.

How's it feel to have
all your records broken?

Man, that's what
they're made for.

Coach said you used to be the
best quarterback he ever saw.

Well, I bet he ain't
saying that no more.

You got that right.

What a screwup, huh?

Oh, we're insulting now?

Betting on your own
games, shaving points.

Man, you had the world by
the balls, and you just threw

it all away.
How's that make you feel?

I don't know.
Maybe one day you'll tell me.

That's not likely.

I don't have a price, old man.

Oh, everybody's got a price.

So much talk.

Yeah.
I'm way down here.

Happy, I'll see you
later in my office.

See you around, Carson.

All right, slick, let's see what
you learned in the big city.

All right.

Ante up, gentlemen.

Are you kidding me?

Fuck head.

So there I was,
sitting at a poker table

surrounded by the
people I grew up with

and even though I'd been
gone for over 20 years

I couldn't believe how easily
I slipped back into the pace

and rhythm of my past.

There was Bing Walsh,
who I played football with.

I was certain the next big
case he saw would be his first.

I'm done.

I'm all in.

He's all in.

Then there was Slide,
the original hippy.

He probably dropped more
acid than Timothy Leary.

Sorry, Doc. I'm outta here.

All in.

Lastly, there was Doc.

He went from being a smalltime
bookie to one of the biggest

power brokers in the state.

That in itself
had to be respected-

Chinga!

considering he was
a black man-in Texas.

Only the big dogs left.

Possible straight.

Check.

You know me, Doc-

all or nothing.

That line of thinking
tends to lead more towards-

nothing-

than something.

Call.

We live in a world
that's full of risk.

That makes a straight.

I don't.

Doc wins.
Congratulations.

Full house beats a straight.

I never lose, Carson.

Mary Sue, cash
those chips in for me.

- Yes, sir.
- Let's take a break.

I'll buy you a drink.
Bourbon, isn't it?

Yup.

Really sorry to
hear about Marie.

Been 12 years now.

Fucking cancer.

Nearly half the town
got sick with it.

You seen Jayne yet?

No. No.

Hell, I wouldn't know
what to say to her.

She's a widow now.

Got a beautiful
daughter, Becky,

married to that idiot.

I still got guys behind me.

Oh, hell, here we go.

Hey, hey, Happy.

Happy, all right!

The hell's the matter with you!

Starting a fistfight on the
night before a big game.

You lost your mind?
Go home to your wife.

Look. You take a swing at me
and I can assure you you'll

lose your spot in the
draft. You understand?

Settle down.

Go home, son.

I remember you.

Where's your kittycat?

Well, he prefers L.A.

The sun, the women.

Mr. Gregory wants
to speak to you.

I see that.

Turn the fuck around!

Spread...

You really need
to get better help.

Where is she, Mr. Phillips?

I have no idea.

I want her back.

Now look, I found her,
I brought her home to you,

and you paid me for that.

Come on, she was only
home for a few hours,

she packed some things,
and she was off again.

And that is not my problem!

Oh, but it is. You were
seen at the airport with her,

putting her on a plane.

Now, I want you to go get
her and bring her home.

Even if I knew where
she was, and I don't, do you

think that I would bring her to
you knowing what you did to her?

What did she say to you?

I mean, what, that I abused her?

That she just
needed a safe place?

She just once wanted
to sleep and not have

to leave the light on?

I thought you were smart.

You're a sucker.

A sucker for a pretty
girl and a sob story.

I'd look into that
if I were you.

Watch your back, Carson.

Come on, get up!

He was right.
His daughter had spun

quite a tale to get
me to help her get away.

And he was smart enough to
know that I was dumb enough

to give her the money.

Once again, a beautiful
woman with a sob story.

You figure I've learn
my lesson by now.

Not a chance.

Mr. Phillips.

I got tired of waiting.

You never called.

You are not a gentleman.

How's Barbara?

Barbara is fine.
She's resting.

It's a game day. I got a
little bit carried away with

my affairs, and I'm sorry
I did not call. I forgot.

Well, I'm here now, so
you don't have to call.

She doesn't want
to see anybody.

Now look, it'll
only take a minute

and her family is concerned.

I feel like we have had
this conversation already,

Mr. Phillips.

We both know what
the family wants.

I'm sorry, as her doctor,
I cannot recommend that she

sees a stranger.
And I'm even more sorry

that you came all
this way for nothing.

You know, the whole time that
I was sitting here, that phone

didn't ring once.

How do you stay in business?

You just hold me.
You'll be fine.

We have some new client.

Can you handle it?

I don't have

The kid wants more.
What should we do?

You need to step
up and take care of that little

problem, Hoss.
Go, go, go, go, go.

Okay. Adios.
I'll take care of it.

I found her file.

It was empty.

No progress reports.

No med list.

Just my client's address
and a few paid statements.

Most of his patients
have passed on.

It seemed like the good
doctor was also taking bets.

Interestingly though, all the
bets were for us to lose.

It's a nice day.
Listen to the game outside.

It's ball day here in
sunny Galveston, where

Happy Chandler hopes
to lead his team to a victory.

We're gonna go inside.

You let us know if you
need anything, all right?

Happy leads the Conference in
TD passes, and his electrifying-

Did you come from-

up there?

Yes, I did.

Goodness.

Here, let me help you.

All right. Thank you.

- Oh!
- You okay?

- Yeah.
- A bit wobbly.

You wouldn't know Barbara
Van Poole, would you?

Yes. But I've not
seen her for a long time.

Any idea where she might be?

No. People just disappear here.

This is a bad place.

As we approach halftime,
New Mexico still leads

even after that beautiful TD
pass from Happy Chandler to...

What is all the racket out h...

Oh. Hi, Mr. Phillips.

I'm sorry.
Would you-

would you mind getting
me this film developed?

Oh, sure.

What the hell happened to you?

I fell.

That's fresh dirt.

I can get that cleaned
up for you, if you want.

All right. That'd be nice.

Here. Thank you.
I appreciate it much.

How's the game going?

Happy's messing it all up.

We're behind by a touchdown,
but we're favored by 11.

Well, it's still early.

Except for that one
breathtaking run, a terrible

game so far for Happy Chandler.

Abysmal passing by Chandler.
Five interceptions.

They're gone, Mr. Phillips.

Five of 18 on the day.

They said they'd be back.

Who?

Four guys in a black
Dodge, California plates.

They friends of yours?

Well, not exactly.

Would you mind keeping
an eye on that for me?

They gave me a hundred
to keep an eye on you!

No. No-no need.

I took their money, but-

I don't see so good.

Oh, no.
Happy is still down.

He does not seem to be moving.

The trainer is on the field, and
he's waiting for the stretcher.

This does not look good,
Chandler being carted off

the field. The crowd has
gone completely quiet.

They are stunned.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Stay back. Stay back.

- That's my husband.
- Stay back.

That's my husband!
That's my husband!

I didn't know what to say.

After all these years,
it had to be perfect.

And let's face it,
the situation wasn't exactly

conducive to small talk.

I thought about Jayne.

I thought about Happy
lying on a slab instead of

next to his wife.

I thought about the missing
Barbara Van Poole

and the mysterious doctor.

Most importantly, I thought
about having a drink.

And not a small one.

Yeah.

Carson? It's Jayne.

Can you come up to the house?

I'd like to talk.

Before yesterday,
I hadn't seen her in 20 years.

I had pretty much convinced
myself that I was over her.

But that's not the first
time I've been wrong.

How you doing, sir?
Please come in.

How are you?

I'm doing good. Follow me.

Have a seat right there.

Thank you.

No problem.

She'll be right
with you shortly.

All right.

Hello, Carson.

Hello, Jayne.

Would you like a drink?

Well, it's 10:30 in the morning.

The usual?

You did well.

Not really.

Well, looks like you got
everything you need.

Looks can be deceiving, Carson.

So, what happened with Charlie?

He died.

Had a heart attack right
there in the garden.

I'm sorry.

There's no free lunches.

He wanted it all.

Turns out-

having everything was a
little too much for him.

You mind my asking
what he did for work?

He was in oil.

Well, that's simple.

It wasn't.

And it isn't.

Like everything too good to
be true, it comes at a price.

You've heard enough about me.

How about you? You doing well?

Well, I get by.

Then we have that in common.

I- I'd like to hire you.

I mean, that's what
you do now, right?

You're a private investigator?

Yeah, that's what I do.

I'm gonna need
all the help I can get.

It's still a small town,
and people have nothing to

do but talk.

Talk about what?

Oh, come on.
How many 22-year-old athletes

do you see convulsing
on the football field?

Well, he got hit pretty hard.

And that happens.

Yeah, well, I've
already heard rumors.

They don't think this
was football related.

Sheriff Walsh is an idiot.

He'll want a quick
and clean answer.

We both know his
stupidity is limitless.

Well, how did he get
to be a sheriff anyway?

That very reason.

It's a bad place, Carson.

Far worse than you can imagine.

Doc owns everything
and everybody.

For years, I hated
you for leaving.

Over time, I came to
understand that escaping

this place was the
smartest thing you could do.

Happy was running around
town with that slut, Rose.

My daughter's a scorned wife.

This is the first place
they'll come looking.

All right.

Why don't we just slow down,
just take one step at a time.

Becky hasn't had it
easy these past few years.

All right.

After Charlie died, I-

I admitted myself to Pleasant
Meadows for a while.

I've been there, Jayne.

That ain't your style.

You're as tough as nails.

Those nails got rusty, Carson.

Maybe you can help
me with something.

Oh, about the woman
in the sanitarium?

Barbara Van Poole?

I told you, there's no
secrets in this town.

Did you ever meet her
when you were there?

Sure I did.

That was a while ago.

Why is it that I'm having such a
hard time getting a hold of her?

I don't know.

When I left, I put all my
energy into raising Becky.

God damn it, she had to fall in
love with a football player!

Does sound familiar.

We were too young, Carson.

Just like them.

Emile will take care of
your first payment and he

will see you out.

Yes, ma'am.

Oohh.

I reached out to my client
in L.A. to give her an update

but oddly her number
had been disconnected.

I couldn't say no to Jayne, so I
decided my first questions would

be for the coroner

who for some reason chose not
to return any of my calls.

Hot dog, buddy.

I have been looking
for you all morning.

And who are you?

I'm Carson Phillips.

Oh, yeah.
I've been rather busy.

I can see that.
My treat.

You don't have to do that.

I need some information
about Happy Chandler.

He's dead.

I need a little more
information than that.

It's not about the money.

Now, will you please stop!

He took a big shot.

But was it the
hit that killed him?

The hit was vicious.

It broke his collar bone,
fractured his femur-

- But?
- But-

We found extremely high
levels of ephedrine and

some yet to be determined
chemical substance in his blood.

And what exactly does that mean?

Well, some of these athletes
use it as a stimulant.

But we've sent it to the lab
in Dallas for a full analysis.

Should have the results
back in a few days.

Can I count on you, when
that does come through?

Absolutely.

Jayne.

Doc.

You get on wonderful.

Well, thank you.
So do you.

How about a nice glass of
Rosé from my private stock?

Sounds great.

Oh, your place looks
lovely, as always.

Not bad for a poor kid
from West Texas, huh?

You're here about your
daughter, aren't you?

And you think I can help.

Doc, you and I both
know she had nothing to do

with Happy's death.

Happy's murder.

Fine, murder.

It's bad enough she's
a widow at this age.

Now she's the
number one suspect?

You have to admit,
it doesn't look good.

You could call off Sheriff
Walsh if you wanted to.

You flatter me if you think I
have that kind of influence.

Oh, please, Doc.

You could affect the
tides if you wanted to.

All right, let's say
I do call Walsh,

get him to do what you want.

What do I get?

What do you have in mind?

Well, you mentioned the tides.

I'm interested in
what's offshore.

I bet you are.

Who do you think kept the
State off your late husband?

All those toxicity reports.

He paid for some of this.

So you see-

I've been helping you all along.

How much?

I'll be your partner.

Forty-nine percent.

For you, of course.

My attorney will be in touch.

Good.

Oh, and one other thing.

Your old paramour, Carson-

I know you hired him.

But you have to
call him off now.

Get him to stop snooping around.

He could undo a lot of
business just by making noise.

And what are you suggesting?

Well-

you can convince him
in ways that I can't.

Now who's flattering who?

I'll do my best.

If you don't-

I'll have to talk to him.

Hey, Slide, how you doing?

Honestly, not too good.

Can I get you a drink?

- Yeah. Bourbon.
- Neat or on the rocks?

Neat. Why is that?

Why?
This thing with Happy, man.

It's heavy.
It's really heavy.

Is that so?

Far out.

You know everything that's
happening around here.

Did Happy do drugs?

Happy's drug was Rose.

Couldn't get enough
of that sweet ass.

Did Becky know about Rose?

Hell, yeah.
We all knew.

How'd you do on the game?

I bet a little and
I lose a little.

You know?

How'd Mitchell do?

Oh, shit.

Mitchell, he owes Doc
a shitload of money.

Got so bad, he had
to let Lorenzo go.

How'd Lorenzo do?

He lost his ass.

You know, for a guy
who used to change bedpans,

he has some pretty nice threads.

You know what, I think
he's dealing some dope.

No harm in dealing a
little dope, is there?

Now, would Happy go
to him to get drugs?

Lorenzo?

Nah, he would go to Mitchell.

After all, he's a
doctor, isn't he?

Now, why are you asking
me all these questions?

Hell, you know me,
I'm just curious.

I didn't like the look
of the guy at the bar

so I decided to wait outside
to see if he followed me.

Instead, I saw Lorenzo.

♪ As I'm getting older ♪

♪ I been thinking
about moving back home ♪

♪ To my beloved heaven ♪

♪ I'm tired
of this city ♪

♪ And I'm tired of being alone ♪

♪ And I've got folks
back there in Heaven ♪

♪ They are all waiting ♪

It was clear to me, that he was
a lot more involved in the drug

trade than Slide let on.

♪ Heavenly
Oh, yeah, heavenly. ♪

After listening to
Slide's fairy tales

I went by the Coroner's office.

Skipping the science lesson,

he said that it was tainted
speed that had killed Happy.

Thought you said you
were just passing through.

Well, that's changed.

Have you been hired
by Jayne Hunt?

Hired to do what?

Oh, come on!

Protect Becky!

Happy's been blatantly
cheating on her all over town.

It seems like it's
open/shut to me.

How do you know it's not one of
those endless Texas blue bonnets

that he was deflowering,

promising he would leave his
wife for them and didn't?

I don't buy it.

Or maybe more likely,
it's a bunch of people

getting rich off of
him messing up on the field.

What are you getting at?

Maybe they made him the same
deal they made me years ago.

But they didn't want him dead,
they just wanted him to mess up.

You know what I think?

I think all that L.A.

sunshine has done
made you a bit loopy.

I think it's cleared my head up.

Light me.

Wanna do a shot?

All right.

Two.

To Happy.

He really was a great guy.

Is that your-

mourning dress?

It's black, isn't it?

What there is of it.

Did you get jealous every time
he went home with his wife?

You wanna know if I killed him?

I'd like to know that.

Did Happy do drugs?

Please, no more questions.

You were a football player.

I like football players.

But not so much when they talk.

You like to watch?

Huh?

Do you like to watch?

- Excuse me?
- People.

People?

Yeah, I guess I do.

Kind of a habit.

Those boys-

Always whispering.

Being secretive, like we don't
know what's really going on.

Well, I had noticed that
since I've been gone,

things have gotten a
little bit more organized.

Oh, yeah. Daddy's
got the whole state wired.

Rose.

I'd like to have a
moment with my friend here.

Yes, Daddy.

Let's you and me take a ride.

All right.

Yo, let's go.

Where are we going?
Anywhere in particular?

You're here looking
for that Van Poole woman.

Yup, that's right.

I can tell you where she is.

Well, that would be nice.

But if I do that-

I want you to go home.

I'll give you a healthy
going-away present.

Carson, you're a smart guy.

I'm sure you've put most of
the pieces together already.

I just can't have anybody
poking around in my business.

Honestly, Doc, I ain't
interested in your business.

I know Jayne Hunt hired you
to keep her daughter safe.

And I know you've been sniffing
around Pleasant Meadows.

That's just not gonna
work out for you.

Then all right, where
is Barbara Van Poole?

She's dead.

She's as dead as Julius Caesar.

And I'm sure she's
not the only one.

Rich but crazy family
members that nobody ever

gave a fuck about.

Look, you go back to Los Angeles
with a police report from Walsh.

I'll have the Coroner give you a
legitimate death certificate

and a nice will for her kin.

It's not a bad deal, Carson.

Walk away.

Oh, man.

I can't.

I screwed Jayne
over once before

and I just can't live with
myself if I do it again.

Suit yourself.

Go on, get him outta here.

Doc's goon dropped me off
in a deserted part of town,

just to aggravate me.
But I guess it was

better than being dropped
off the side of a bridge.

Make a choice.

- No, no, no, no.
- Make a choice.

You know what, I didn't even
like them sons of bitches.

All right, what's so
important that you wouldn't

talk on the phone?

Carson's in trouble.

So?

Some hitmen followed
him out from L.A.

The morgue's filling up.
He killed two of them.

Really?

Isn't that interesting.

What you want me to do about it?

Make this his last warning.

And with Jayne?

Keep squeezing.

Better for all of us.

I want every drop of that oil.

All right.

Arrest imminent!

You know, we ID'd
those shooters.

They're from L.A.

But I think you
already knew that.

They're hitmen.

Wanna tell me who they are?

They're hitmen.

Don't get cute with me, Carson.

I'll throw you in the
hole with them sodomites.

They'll have a good
ole time with you, too.

Well, I can take care of myself.

How much money do you owe them?

Fifty thousand.

Fifty thousand? On gambling?

What difference does it make?

Now look, Walsh,
I'll make you a deal.

You lay off Becky
and I'll leave town.

You'll never hear from me again.

Don't think you're in no
position to make a deal.

Oh, yes, I am.
With what I know, lay off Becky.

Can't do that, Carson.

Thanks to you,
everybody's watching now.

What's that supposed to mean?

That don't concern you.

Oh, it does concern me.

Let me ask you something.

You think helping Jayne is
somehow gonna wipe away all your

sins from the past?

The way you just got up outta
here and left that girl behind.

My leaving Jayne here was the
best thing I could've possibly

done for her.

You do know it's gonna be
easy to get a conviction.

Jayne is not very
well liked around here.

And why would Jayne not be
very well liked around here?

What did she ever do to anybody?

Her husband Charlie's
oil poisoned the place.

We've done everything we
could do to keep it a secret.

This is a beach town, remember?

Recognize her?

That's Becky.

And you should know
that she told me that

Happy beat the hell out of
her on more than one occasion.

One time, he damn
near killed her!

And why didn't you
do anything about it?

Like what, arrest
our star quarterback?

I can make your little shootout
last night a clear case of

self defense or I can
make sure you rot in jail.

This is Texas, after all.

I'm gonna see my client.

Your move.

Becky?

Hi.

I know that guy.

I seen him before.
What's his name?

It's Don.

He was one of
Happy's best friends.

Right.
Oh, that's where I saw him.

I saw him at the club.

So-

how you doing?

Better.

Good, good.

Would you mind if I
asked you some questions?

Would you be all
right with that?

Listen, I don't know anything.

Can I ask you how
things were going before?

You know, unless you're able
to tell me, I can't help you.

Sorry, it's just embarrassing.

Yeah.

He fooled around a lot
before we were engaged, but-

Promised he wouldn't
do it anymore.

Well, you gotta
tell me something.

Was Happy doing drugs?

No. He was a workout nut.

Well, this is the
problem, Becky.

We got this crazy
Sheriff Walsh, he thinks

you're the only suspect, and
that you have prime motive.

I didn't kill my husband.

You okay, honey?

I seen them pictures
Walsh showed me.

You never told me that
he was hurting her.

That's motive, Jayne.
Come on,

if you want me to help you,
you gotta tell me everything.

Isn't it clear to you that
she didn't do it, Carson?

That's not the point.

Look, everyone in this
town doesn't like you.

Why?

Of course they don't.
I'm rich.

No. They said that-
that your husband

poisoned everybody, or
whatever the hell that means.

Look, you gotta come
straight with me

and she's gotta get
straight with me.

Let me show you something.

From what I understand, Charlie
paid off every inspector

in the State of Texas to get
this place up and running.

Within a year, people
started getting sick.

They tested the ground water.

The reports were inconclusive.

I don't really believe that.

Just more corruption, like
everything else in this town.

People die and nobody cares.

I found all this out
after Charlie died.

Well, that's not your
responsibility.

Well, it is.

Why?

I wanted life to be
easy for our daughter.

Our daughter.

Carson, she's our daughter.

The hell you talking about?

When I came to visit you
before I married Charlie.

Why wouldn't you tell
me something like that?

Well, you sure as hell weren't
ready for marriage and a baby!

Well, don't I have something
to do in that decision?

Come on!

Why'd you leave me
in the first place?

You said you'd take me with you.

Why didn't you?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I never stopped loving you.

I'm gonna make sure of it.

So it turns out
I had a daughter.

This trip's just
full of surprises.

And I have to admit that
I was overcome with the

strangest of instincts.

Strange for me, anyway.

I actually started to think
of others instead of myself.

I couldn't imagine
what would come next.

Hello.

Mr. Phillips.

Yup.

It's Michael
Townsend, the Coroner.

You asked me to call you when
the medical report came in

on Mr. Chandler.

Yeah, go ahead.

It was a high concentration
of amphetamines and steroids.

There was also a finding of
doxorubicin in his system.

What the hell is that?

Well, that's the odd part.

It's a cancer drug.

Cancer drug?

You can't buy that
over the counter.

Oh, no. It has to be
prescribed by a physician.

All right. Thank you.

Hey, you!

What you got there?

- Coffee?
- Coffee.

Well, I'm gonna have to put
a bit of bourbon in that.

Oh, come on.
Now I'm impressed.

Come on in.

She told you.

I'm not dumb.

You could tell a lot just by
the way she looked at you.

She never had that look
in her eye with Charlie.

I asked her what
was really going on.

She said you were
the love of her life.

When Charlie proposed,

she went out to visit you in
Los Angeles just to make sure.

She made the right choice.

I'm scared.

Don't be.

Ain't nothing
gonna happen to you.

You understand?

Come on in.

Well, what do you think?

You think I need
coffee, or bourbon?

Coffee.

Coffee, huh?
All right, have a seat.

Have a seat.
Sorry about the mess.

I'm just not very good
at taking care of myself.

But you sure are.

You're one-
one beautiful girl.

All right now,
what do we got here?

You got a coffee
regular for you,

and for me.

And what did you buy here?

Donuts.

Oh, I like these.

Here you go.

One for you.

Thank you.

And one for me.

Would you like me to teach you
how they eat donuts in L.A.?

Yeah.

I can't.

'Cause they don't
eat donuts in L.A.

They eat sprouts.

However, I can show you
how they do it in Texas.

You ready?

Dunk.

Maybe smaller bites.

Yeah.

You're too pretty to
be dunkin' donuts.

Cheers.

First time I've ever
toasted without liquor in it.

What the hell?

It's Slide.

Becky, close the door.

What the hell happened to you?

I went over to see Lorenzo.

To do what?

To collect some money?

You lied to me, Slide.

Becky, get some towels.

Why? Why this game, huh?

A hunch?

You expect me to believe that?

Yeah.

What the hell was that for?

Because that girl in there
has a lot to lose if I don't

get to the bottom of it.

I did bring your
replacement pills.

Oh, thank you.

I'll try not to drop them
down the toilet this time.

Damn it.

You ain't that tough, Slide.
Now just tell me the truth.

- Just do it.
- Okay.

Jayne?

I overheard this conversation
between Doc and Happy.

Happy owed Doc a
shitload of money.

I'll see you
later in my office.

See you around, Carson.

Then Doc told him, "The only way
you're gonna get even with me

is if you throw the game."

Starting a fistfight on the
night before a big game.

You lost your mind?

Go home to your wife.

That's the truth.

That's what I thought.

Then Happy got greedy.
Very greedy.

The kid wants more.
What should we do?

You need to step up
and take care of that

little problem, Hoss.
Go, go, go, go, go.

Mitchell made all the bets so
it wouldn't look suspicious.

And then he killed him.

I knew it.

Jayne?

What the hell are
you doing here?

Sorry to interrupt.

Becky around?

No.

Well, we need to talk to her.

Shit! I knew it!

You're gonna help me,
though, aren't ya?

Yeah.

Carson.

Walsh is here with an
arrest warrant for Becky.

Put him on.

Carson, where is she?

Now listen to me, Walsh.

You trusted me one time, and
I need you to trust me again.

I know for a fact that
the game was fixed.

A lot of people could've
benefited from it.

And I know who they are.

She was seen stalking
him outside of Rose's.

The game was fixed!

Give me 24 hours and I
will find your killer.

You better be right.

Else it'll be your tit in
the ringer along with hers.

I owe you, Walsh.

And watch your mouth.

That's my daughter
you're talking about.

Carson, he's gone.

I heard you went to see Doc.

We made a deal.

He promised to keep
Walsh off Becky's back.

I knew I couldn't trust
anyone but you, Carson.

Thank you.

To what do I owe this surprise?

I know about the fix.

Now relax, it's the perfect
reason to keep Happy alive.

Kind of guaranteed
your arrangement.

Makes sense.

Now, unfortunately for
you, Happy got greedy.

He got a partner.

Now, I know Mitchell was
making drugs and Lorenzo was

selling them and expanding and
cutting into your business.

And maybe he paid his debt off
to you, and you lost your edge.

And maybe you set them both up.

Good theory.

And you make a good point.

I would be happier with
those two out of the way,

but I'd rather sit
back and watch.

You break up the drug ring,
Lorenzo disappears,

Mitchell can't pay me,
and Pleasant Meadows

becomes the best resort and 18
holes in all of South Texas.

You want a free membership?

There's a man like
me in every town.

We're all alike.

Some are just-

better.

I never lose, Carson.

I'll keep that in mind.

There you go.

Good job.

My wife.

What were you doing,
rolling around in a grave?

rolling around in a grave?

She's dead.

And she's not the only one.

That's fresh dirt.

I can get that
cleaned up for you.

People just disappear here.

This is a bad place.

You all right, Mr. Phillips?

Found you.

Good evening,
Mr. Carson Phillips.

Miles.

Why couldn't you just get lost?

You were warned so many times.

Just let me guess.

You was billing patient's
families after they was dead?

That didn't make you enough
money, so you start a new

business with Lorenzo.
Is that right?

That's about the
slow and skinny of it.

Well, let me congratulate you.

'Cause you're on the way to
being the biggest meth dealer in

the State of Texas.

Thank you.

It looks like you
saved me some work.

No, no, no, no.

This grave ain't
big enough for me.

Come on, you can give
me a helping hand.

I can't get my hands
any more dirty.

Put the shov...

I kill you!

Aahh!!

I got you, cabrón!

Aquí vengo!

Ven, cabrón!

Quieres más?

Tengo más balas, güey!

Aahh!!

You hear me?

I'm coming!

Aaahhh!!

Tú no te me escapas, cabrón!

Aquí estoy, güey!

I got you, motherfucker!

It's over, Miles.

It's over.

Put the gun down.

Put it down.

Go ahead, put it down.

Now, you be a gentleman.

Be a gentleman,

and just tell me,

you poisoned Happy
with them bad drugs.

And that you murdered him.

You tell me that.

Say it.

Sorry.

I always knew you were
one of the greats.

Ooohh!!

Yay, he got what he deserved!

You wouldn't happen to
have a light, would you?

What happened here?

Well, let's see.

You got Mitchell's meth
lab that just blew up

and you got a whole
bunch of his patients

buried all over these grounds.

I ain't surprised.

What was I supposed to do?

Well, I don't know.

What were you supposed
to do, Sheriff?

That ain't the way
things run around here.

You should know better.

Where's Miles at?

Miles is dead.

And he told me that he was the
one who gives Happy them bad

drugs just to cover his bets,
or guarantee they would happen.

I told you Becky never had
anything to do with this.

I told you that.

Fraud.

Drug smuggling.

Murder.

You got some case on
your hands, buddy.

Some case.

I wouldn't be surprised if
you were re-elected next year.

I like the sound of that.

Any holes?

Just the ones you're gonna
be digging up tonight.

You gonna lay off Becky?

Well...

everyone's dead.

You look like shit.

Want a drink?

It's 1:00 a.m.
Do you ever sleep?

I try not to.

I hate those little
snippets of death.

So, I understand you
had quite a night.

Oh, you already heard.

So,

my competition
is no longer with us.

Now,

I guess I owe you one, Carson.

Well, I'm glad
you feel that way.

And I understand that you
made a deal with Jayne.

I did.

I'm guessing it has something
to do with her oil wells.

Hm-mm.

And I'm sure she asked you
to ask Walsh to back off.

She did.

And I asked him.

And he didn't.

He didn't?

Is Becky in trouble?

Not anymore.

Miles killed Happy.

Says you.

There's no proof.

Just you saying so.

You might wanna let
this one go, Carson.

Unless of course you want
this whole thing re-opened.

The deal I made with Jayne
is between me and her.

There's no end to the
lengths a mother will go

to protect her daughter.

When's enough enough?

There's always more.

Thanks for the drink.

I told you, Carson,

I never lose.

Yeah, you told me.

It's all over.

I knew I could count on you.

Good morning.

Good morning.

You looked so peaceful,
I didn't want to wake you.

How you doing?

Wonderful. You?

Me, too.

Want some breakfast?

Thanks.

What, for last night
or for breakfast?

Well, I haven't
had breakfast yet.

Get dressed.

Let's join our daughter.

Some things never change.

Oh, man oh man.

Last night felt like
it was 20 years ago.

When we were younger,

and healthier.

How much time do
you have, Jayne?

Not much.

You told me you met Barbara
Van Poole at the sanitarium.

Now, did you cook all of
this up so I would come out,

clean it up,
get Becky off the hook?

Is that what you did?

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

A mother will do anything
to protect her daughter.

Tell me that you did it, Jayne.

It might make you feel better.

Momma, what's going on?

Did you kill my husband, Momma?

Tell her, Jayne.

Momma.

He was a monster.

He would'a killed you.

He would'a killed you.

Oh, sweetheart.

I knew I wasn't gonna be
around to protect you.

There was no other way
to save you, honey.

I'm so sorry.

In 1971, scientists predicted
that a comet named Kahoutek

would pass closer to Earth
than any other heavenly body

in history.

Timothy Leary said it was
a cosmic windshield wiper

that would wash this planet
clean of all its bad karma.

The hippies waited with bated
breath, but '71 came and went

somehow Kahoutek
veered off into space.

They say we'll have to
wait another thousand years

for it to return.

Till then, someone else will
have to deal with all this shit.

To say goodbye is
to die a little.

I wasn't quite ready for that.

I wasn't in a hurry to go home.

Then I realized I already was.