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Professor McKenna, can you think
of any enemies Liam might have had?

Anyone who could have wanted to hurt him?

He was an eleventh-grade teacher.
I know he made some enemies that way.

The principal at Liam McKenna's
high school called back.

He was friends with Liam.
His wife was having an affair.

Jesus Christ!

Are you trying to get me
to point a gun at you?

We are prepared to cover
all of Mr. Poe's medical expenses.

In addition,
we are prepared to offer $28,400.

Write me a check right now, I'll take it.

I hope you remember today,
and what you took from my son.

- Are you recording me? Fuck you!
- Yes, Grace I am.

- You're not a scientist are you?
- Fuck, no.

Good.

Two drug dealers
and an old lady are dead.

You can't convince a jury it was Harris,
based on what you've got.

You're the chief now.

Take the win and move on.

It's good to be back
in Pittsburg.

You still interested
in being a part of it all?

I've just been waiting for someone to ask.

You passed your test.

I'm in.

- You didn't get anyone naming names.
- Next time.

What's up, Grace. Finally letting
this little dog off the leash?

Shut your mouth.

And if you can't keep your mouth shut,
I promise you,

I'll come back here and shut it for you.

God, it's so good to see you.

- Where you been?
- Couldn't sleep.

Just driving around.

Says here
there was no slug retrieved.

In my experience,
slugs just don't loosen themselves

from ancient pressed-pine walls
because of the humidity.

No, they do not.

What is Harris, six, three?

Only his long Sasquatch arms
could reach that slug.

I bet he used this exact chair.

Unfortunately, we still don't have enough.

The missing weapon from the Buell PD
gun locker was Karl Headley's gun.

There's no proof.

I recognize the damn cobra etching
on the handle.

I think Harris shot both guys
with Karl's gun

and then somehow fabricated Bobby Jesus'
kill shot wound,

and then switched up the guns.

How? With a screwdriver?
A fucking butter knife?

It says right here,
Jackson's gun fired the caliber of bullet,

that ripped through Bobby Jesus' throat
and exited out the back of his head.

I'm telling you, Harris did something.

Steve, I'm not disagreeing with you.

Unfortunately, theories alone
don't convince juries.

We have a motive, but no real evidence.

Without the all-important slug,

that cavity may as well be
a charming imperfection in the wood.

Not to mention the fact
that on the night in question,

Harris' cell phone
tracks him back to his cabin.

Did ballistics even evaluate that hole?

No, says there it was corrupted.

Because the slug was fucking pried out.

No doubt Harris
used his trusty little pocket knife

which he's probably had
since he was a boy scout.

And I wouldn't be surprised
if Grace put the damn thing

in his little murder kit before
he made his way out here to West Virginia.

Chief Park.

- Copy that.

What's going on?

Chloe Tatlock was just found dead
at the Main Street Bar.

Shot through the throat.

Hey.

- Hey.
- Is he being sneaky, or...

careful, she wonders.

Both?

Coffee?

Yeah.

It records up to 160 hours.

You can capture a kitten meowing
in a fucking snowstorm.

The thing can practically do your taxes.

I just hope it can light a few cigarettes.

Goes without saying how important it is

that you are the main custodian
of that thing.

The only custodian.

The custodian hears you loud and clear.

By the way, next time we meet,

can you get a room that doesn't smell
like a breakfast burrito?

Names and plans.

The Brotherhood could embroider
an entire fucking holiday sweater

with other details,
but if we don't get names and plans,

- we got nothing.
- Conspiracy wins the golden goose.

Holiday sweaters, golden geese,
kittens and snow storms,

it's like a regular children's book
with you two.

Hey, you came to us, remember?

This is your little passion project.

If you really wanna bring these guys in
you will play by our rules.

What are their names?
What are their plans? Get it recorded.

You of all people know how ruthless
these guys are.

Do not underestimate them.

Names and plans. Got it.

Her body was found at 8:32 a.m.
by a beer delivery guy.

No sign of forced entry,
no witnesses, no suspects.

- Fingerprints?
- It's a bar, Steve.

Chief Park.

It's a bar, Chief.

There are fingerprints
all over the damn place.

Chief Park. Say it.

Chief Park.

[indistinguishable voice
over police radio]

I need you to find out
where Grace Poe was last night.

- What's Grace Poe got to do with this?
- Just fuckin' do it.

Hey, Harris.

Whoa. easy on the mug cupboard.

Sorry.

If I've learned anything
since I've been back

it's that the mug cupboard
is damn important.

Everything okay?

Yeah, everything's fine, I'm just--
Fucking women.

No matter what you do,
no matter how many times you apologize--

- Oh, shit!

Fuck.

You break that one,
I'm gonna have to report you to IA.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Ah, looks like you need
to blow off some steam.

Tell me about it.

I hear through the grapevine
you hunt deer.

It's like my third favorite thing to do.

Second being bass fishing on Lake Erie.

Should I not ask what's in first position?

That has to do with something
I do to my lady

- when we are intimately engaged.
- Ah, see.

I've done my share
of serious big game hunting too.

Apex cats, rhinos, buffalo.

But there's something about deer,
you know.

Mike Orr tells me
you've got a place out in Buell.

A cabin in the woods.

Ten plus acres, woods galore.

I bet you get a lot of deer.

There's an eight-point buck
that's been in my crosshairs

- more than a few times.

- Eight-point, huh?
- Uh-huh.

That would be a serious trophy.

Imagine that on the wall of your man cave.

I've got a cougar head from 1908.

No shit?

I've actually got
an entire wall of trophies

at my dad's summer place in Michigan.

Taxidermy is, like,
my fourth most favorite thing.

You should come to the cabin
for a weekend.

I don't have any animal heads,
but my lady's a hell of a cook.

- Are you are bourbon man?
- Am I a bourbon man?

Do male sharks have two penises?

Do they?

It's actually a really interesting
phenomenon in nature

and they happen to have
really aggressive sex.

Fucking sharks.

But bourbon, yeah. Maker's Mark.

People are always talking about
Pappy Van Winkle

and Elijah Craig, blah, blah, blah...

It's Maker's all the way.

Yeah, I'd peg you for a Maker's guy.

Yeah, well, you know, if it ain't broke.

Truth be told I've--
I've been kind of longing for the woods.

Smell of the trees...

Well, sometimes a dose of good clean air
can make all the difference.

Yeah.

- Chief.
- Hey, Harris.

Fucking press is all over my ass
about the mail bombing.

I get to my desk this morning
I've already got two different reporters

from the Post-Gazette
clogging up my voicemail.

- Bring something in, huh?
- I'm on it.

According to our records, she stayed
in one of our newly renovated suites.

What kind of bed?

We have California kings
in all our suites.

One person staying alone in a room
with a Cal king, no way.

Cal king's a bed for fucking.

Do you recall anything unusual
about the professor's stay?

To be honest, I barely remember her.

This isn't a roadside motel.
It's a busy place.

You got cameras all over?

Not in the rooms, but everywhere else.

Mind if we look at
your surveillance footage?

Sure, come this way.

- That's her.
- Nell McKenna.

See the way her hand's
lingering on his arm?

Damn.

Fucking rooms never have a corkscrew.
What's up with that?

Who's that guy?

That could be a woman.

That's a lot of food.

Maybe McKenna's stress-eating.

Gorging herself
before her big rock presentation.

Okay, now we're getting somewhere.

I wish we could see her face.

Show us the front entrance.

Okay, she had to go to the elevator
to ride up to the fifth floor.

Rewind from that timestamp,
four minutes.

Okay, freeze it there.

- That's her.

Bingo.

You said you believe you had
a water test done in 2008.

We did. We did have one.

- Can I see the results of that test?
- Objection! Asked and answered.

Mr. Martino, that question was asked
of Mr. Howland when he was deposed.

I refer you to page 17 of that transcript.

His answer was, "I swear we did.
We just don't have it anymore."

I said, "Have the results?"

And Mr. Howland said,
"We can't find them."

So I ask you now, Mrs. Howland,

may I see the results of this water test
you two keep talking about?

We don't have it no more,
but we did have it and it was clean.

Objection, speculation.

That's my client's memory
of what the water test--

- Purported test.
- What the water test said.

- If you in fact did get a test.
- We did.

- If you did, where is it?
- We don't know.

Such an important document,

one that you claim said
your water was, and I quote,

"pure as the baby Jesus."

I am not sure what that means,
but you said it.

- Objection.
- Where is it?

You never did have that test, did you?

It was clean and now it's spoiled.

- I'm finished here.
- It's okay, Ter. Hush now.

Your witness.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Can I help you?

My name is Grace Poe, I own the property
at the other end of the road.

- Oh. Yeah.
- You're fairly new here, right?

Yeah, my husband and I
just moved in 6 months ago.

Well, welcome to Buell.

- What's your name?
- Lucy.

- It's nice to meet you, Lucy.
- You, too.

- Hey.
- Oh, this is my husband, Drew.

Drew, this is Grace, she owns the house
at the end of the road.

- Nice to meet you, Drew.
- Nice to meet you, Grace.

Do you guys mind if I come in?
I've got something I'd love to show you.

- Yeah, yeah, sure. Come on.
- Great.

So, these are my seven acres.

Here are your two, here's the road,

and here is where they have six sites

on six properties running around ours.

But there's no way out for their trucks
except for the long way around.

So if we work together, we can charge them
for the drilling and for right of way.

I mean, I could lease mine,
they couldn't get through yours,

you could lease yours,
they couldn't get through mine.

Looks like we got Landwill
in a tough spot.

Thank you.

Doesn't fracking
seriously poison the land?

It can, if it's not done correctly,

but Landwill's a big company,
they've done their research.

My friend Susan just went into business
with them, she said they've been great.

I could honestly give two lethargic shits
what fracking might do to the land.

- Drew, don't say that.
- What?

- First it was coal, then it was steel.
- You don't have to tell me.

Drew grew up over in Monessen.

In the late '90s, they set up shop.

Brought in a shit-ton of so-called economy
to the area.

After they gouged us for their resources,

they left us
with a hellaciously polluted river.

He's right, Lucy,
the steel companies made off with millions

and they left us with a mess.
Did you get any of that money?

The monthly royalties could set you up
for the rest of your lives,

and from what I hear, the signing bonuses
are pretty amazing as well.

Grisparis said his buddy over
in Brownsville signed a fracking lease.

They've already made three times
what they put down for their mortgage.

- You're really gonna do this?
- I am.

And if you go in with me on this,

we're going to have
a lot more negotiating leverage.

It's a lot, I know. Uh, here's my number.

Just... Just think about it.

Dennis, come on man.

- Can you even taste any of that?
- Mm,

the concept of taste exited
the Virgil Poe experience decades ago.

I think that's what the French refer to
as a double Nintendo.

Taste and taste.

Okay, I'm having
a lovely time here and all,

but do you have the papers?

I do. I do indeed have the papers.

Are they on your person?

They are in a very special place,
intimately linked to my person.

- Are they signed?
- They might be.

Oh, Jesus Christ,
would you quit fucking around?

What do you want?

Money? Really. Wow.
I mean, fucking wow.

Fucking wow.

I know for a fact that Billy
gifted you that land.

And several local mortals
who happen to be in the know

have been whispering
in my extremely handsome ear

that you're about to jump
tits-first into bed

with the exceedingly prosperous
and financially fortified

Landwill Energy Company.

So it just seems to be that you could, uh,

loosen up your purse strings just a bit
for your destitute,

tasteless, down-on-his-luck
soon-to-be, ex-husband.

- How much do you want?
- How much did they advance you?

Because that's what they do,
they advance you.

I'm, uh-- I'm hoping about 15 K.

I'm thinking um...

I think 12 K ought to do the trick.

Calm down. Think about it, Grace.

I'm pretty sure this is extortion.

That word is way above my pay grade.

- It's a small price to pay.
- For what?

To make me go away.

Look, it's like you're on a hiking trail
in a mountainous wilderness.

- Oh, here we go.
- No, just hear me out.

- Do I have a choice?
- Okay, look.

You're hiking on this trail,
you're 5000 feet up

and you're holding in your hand
a fully loaded double cheeseburger.

And suddenly you come face-to-face
with a starving

rather desperate-looking mountain lion.

I mean a tall, lanky,
extremely good-looking mountain lion,

if we're gonna be honest about details,
but it's a fucking mountain lion, man.

And all you gotta do
is take that cheeseburger,

and throw it over the Cliff and poof!
There he goes. Cowabunga.

Because that mountain lion is dumber
than a bucket of Shoe Goo.

Okay, fine.

I'll give you your double cheeseburger.

You'll get your money
as soon as the Landwill deal is done.

And then you better disappear.

Poof.

Check, please.

Can I ask what you're going to do
with that kind of money?

Oh, oh, I've got plans. Thanks, Kiles.

I am a man with a plan.

Oh, that reminds me.

I figured you might want that.

Found that out in the shed.

I'm well aware--

Of where you stashed it
after you burned the fucking house down?

Yeah, those very special papers
are in there.

And you can thank me for saving you
from a second degree arson charge

some other time, because that is

a felony in the great
Commonwealth of Pennsylvania.

Thanks, Kiles.

["Academy Fight Song"
by Mission of Burma playing]

♪ Maybe you're right ♪

♪ I shouldn't judge ♪

♪ What's wrong or right ♪

♪ This is too much ♪

♪ I'm not judging you, I'm judging me ♪

♪ My academy ♪

♪ Your academy ♪

♪ My academy ♪

♪ Your academy ♪

- So how does it feel to be back?
- Good.

Yeah, pretty damn good.

Your little test run stoked your appetite.
That's why you came down here.

Look...

Chuck wasn't perfect,
but he was a good man.

He was my partner and what he did--

When something comes up,
we'll let you know.

Hey, can I ask you something?

Just because I'm still getting
the lay of the land here.

Of course.

Are you the new-- Or is it Mike Orr?

Maybe you should go ask Mike Orr.

Well, stop touching it, dude.

I wasn't peeking, it itches.

Don't peek, don't peek.

- Don't you be looking.
- I'm not.

Hold on, I got you.

All right, come over here.

- You got it?
- Yup.

Right there. Don't look.

You may remove the blindfold.

Why have you brought me to Rylan's?

Introducing Snarly,

a place of beverages and merriment

soon to be operated by the one and only,
Virgil Alosius Poe.

- Really?

I shit you not, flower pot.

Your old man is about to come into
some serious change, and he figured

what better thing to do with it
than invest it.

I'm seeing Tiki torches,
karaoke nights,

Foosball Fridays.

Fucking beer pong tournaments
with progressive rounds.

Dad, where did this money come from?

Look, while you were in rehab, I had some
side deals that finally yielded.

Dennis lent me a bunch of it,
I called in some IOU's.

Look, I'm still dotting the t's
and crossing the i's,

technically, we're just touring the place,

but it is soon to be official.

Barring any unforeseen natural disasters,

you are looking at this establishment's
new proprietor.

Snarly?

Yeah, well, I mean,

neon signs go for upwards
of a grand these days,

so I just repurposed the original,
saved a bunch of money.

Dude, people are gonna be snapping selfies
in front of this puppy.

And when you're ready,

there will be a job with your name on it
waiting for you.

Chief barback.

Executive slinger of beers.

Security detail. Dealer's choice.

Dad, I'm really happy for you.
I am.

But, what?

But I don't think I'm gonna
come work for you.

What, Billy Poe's old man
ain't good enough for him?

No, it's not that.
I really am psyched for you.

It's just that after everything
I've been through,

I just sort of need to do my own thing.

Okay, yeah.

- That makes sense, right?
- Yeah.

I just want you to know that the door's
always open for you, man.

In case you should ever wanna
be part of it.

So, how was your flight?

Well, as they say, any landing
you can walk away from is good.

You're right about that.

- No turbulence, no delays?
- No.

No, no, no, those little airports
are great get right in, get right out.

That's what I love to hear.
We're very happy to have you here.

That is a Cosmopolitan.

- There's vodka in there and there's uh--
- Cointreau.

Cointreau, there's Cointreau and--

- Cranberry and lime juice.
- Cranberry and lime juice, right.

There is so much vitamin C in that mother,
it will practically keep scurvy away.

And from what I understand,
all the proper ladies love 'em.

Tastes like a muppet in a blender.

I fucking love it. Ah!

- Guess it makes me a proper lady.
- You are.

- Can I get another one?
- Yeah, baby.

- He's a good guinea pig.

- Gentlemen.
- Chief Park.

Steve Park, Chief of Police.
Welcome to Snarly.

Hey Chief, we run
a clean operation here, okay?

Clean a freshly bathed cucumber.

Give it a week.

Do you fellas mind us asking
a few questions about what was going on

at the Main Street bar the other night?

I presume you are talking about
the Chloe Tatlock murder.

- I'm afraid so, yes.
- Fucking shocker.

- Crazy.
- Totally fucking crazy.

Did you notice any suspicious interactions
between Chloe and anyone else?

No, no, nothing out of the ordinary.

What about you?

Just a normal night, people getting drunk
on the watered-down bourbon.

Chloe talking shit to any jamoke
with two big toes and half a brain cell.

Did she go home with anyone?

Oh, I'm sure she did.
I couldn't tell you who.

Every night was like
a sausage casino with her.

- Spin the wheel, choose a sausage.
- Choose a sausage.

I understand Grace was there.

Oh, yeah, I mean, briefly. She came by
to pick up some important legal papers

that I had inadvertently sullied.

You know, in case you hadn't heard,
we're getting a divorce.

Sorry to hear that.

This guys officially single.

- Go fetch the bugler.
- Go, baby.

- Clink!
- Is it true that she had words with Chloe?

Words? I mean, yeah, words,

but I wouldn't classify them
as serious words.

What exactly did they say to each other?

I mean, Chloe just gave her shit
about my nuptial freedom,

and Grace basically just told her
to shut up.

She actually told Chloe if she wasn't
careful she'd shut her mouth for her.

So it was heated?

A little, yeah.

- Come on, man, that shit was heated.
- Dude.

Grace threatened her?

Technically, but when we were married,
she threatened me on a daily basis,

all right, if you don't take out
that garbage, I'm gonna blah, blah, blah,

if you don't cut that wood,
I'm gonna bippity-boppity-boo.

Hey, Officer Geddy, what's your drink?
You a Cosmo girl?

That drink tastes like
a mouthful of Starbursts to me.

I fucking love Starbursts.
Bartender, another Cosmopolitan, please.

- Jesus Ch-- Dennis The Menace.

- Ah!
- You...

Can I help you with something?

It's really gonna be like this?

It's nice to meet you too.

Landwill appreciates all your hard work.
Thank you.

I'm fine with my long-distance cell plan.

Just heard about your run-in
with Chloe the other night.

My run-in?

According to more than one eyewitness,
there was an argument.

Well, there wasn't an argument.
She was shit-talking my marriage,

and I wasn't going to take that,
so I told her to fuck off.

She's always been a shit-talker.

- And now she's dead.
- Yeah, and...

That is really, really unfortunate.

I won't be attending her funeral,
but I do feel sad for the girl.

Would you mind if I took a look
at your gun?

- Seriously?
- I'm serious, yes.

- In that case, I indeed do mind.
- What are you hiding, Grace?

Am I being charged with something here?

Because if not,
I believe you need a warrant.

So move your foot, and fuck off.

- Do you wanna be alone?
- No.

Come in.

I can feel you holding back.

In what way?

It's like you're keeping
part of yourself from me.

Is it because I chose Isaac?

- I don't understand what you're--
- Over you.

Billy, I left you in that prison
knowing you were innocent.

And you almost lost your life
because of it.

I can't stop thinking about that.

I feel guilty
knowing the pain I've caused you.

It's okay. Okay?

We both chose Issac.

I bet he goes to Paronne.

- Think he'll get a warrant?
- No.

Not the Judge Paronne I know.

he'll probably laugh him
right out of his chambers.

What do you think Park knows?

I have no idea but he's not stupid.

Definitely chasing something.

Why else would he be so hell-bent
to pin Chloe on you?

But you didn't do it,
so there's nothing to worry about. Right?

You've gotta be kidding.

- Del, look...

You're being safe, right?

Grace.

This Brotherhood stuff,
it just scares the shit out of me.

I'm in and they don't suspect a thing.

I promise I'm being safe.

- Mm.

I miss this.
Don't tell me you haven't missed it.

I've missed-- I've missed it,

and I want more of it, I do.

You taking on some new work?

Bethany dropped 'em off,
her shop is kind of blowing up.

So I'm happy to help.
It's just alterations.

Never really move on, do we?

You vowed you'd never sew again.
I'm back in the Pittsburgh PD.

- Are these what I think they are?
- Mm-hm.

- He signed them?
- He did.

- That's good.
- It is.

What's this?

Um...

Billy was stuck in prison, and, um...

And after all that bullshit
with the union stuff,

I was in a really bad place.

So, I...

I took all the pictures of Billy
off the walls...

they were the only thing of value to me,

shoved them in that gym bag
and then I, um,

poured kerosene all over the trailer.

I just couldn't be there anymore.

I'm not proud of it.

Del, I just--
I wanted to build a new life.

A life with you.

Well, I'm glad you finally
came clean about it.

You knew?

I had a pretty good hunch.

Why didn't you say anything?

Because I finally had you to myself.

Do you forgive me?

Please forgive me.

This is a joke.

- You're kidding me, right?
- I beg your pardon?

This is offensive.

Can I ask how you arrived at this number?

I'm afraid that that's the best deal
you ladies are going to get.

We do have another appointment
coming in right after you.

I advise you to sign now
so we can get the process going.

Come on, let's go.

Mrs. Poe,
there's no guarantee those terms--

Save it.

- Hey.
- Grace.

- Can I come in?
- Billy just went for a run.

Uh, actually, I'm here to see you.

- Got a minute?
- Sure.

- So this is where he's...
- Yeah.

Issac set it up with all his PT stuff.

- And he's doing okay?
- I really think he is, yeah.

Let's go sit in the kitchen.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

- Find anything?
- You bet your ass I found something.

A mystery woman was sporting a raptor pin
on the lapel of her blazer.

Roark College.

Exactly. So I checked the conference
attendee list

to see if there were
any Roark professors there

and sure enough, there were three.
Come here.

A man, an old lady and... boom!

Meet Marta Canter,
professor of undergraduate poetry.

Nice work, Burgos.

- What's wrong?
- Ah, it's nothing.

I've just been trying to reach Cynthia
all day, she out sick, so that's...

It's really unlike her to ignore my calls.

Hey.

- You in tonight?
- Yeah, I'll be there.

Good, good.

What the fuck was that?

- Card game.
- Gotta be kidding me.

Hey! I like poker.

What's wrong with poker?

I'd rather watch golf and that shit makes
me wanna put my head through a window.

What do you like?

I like pugs.

I like Italian reds
from the Tuscany region,

and I like old Chevy Chase movies.

- Pugs, really?
- Hey watch it, now.

A pug is a regal dog.

Don't they have respiratory problems,
and, like, terrible gas?

Minor issues, pugs have soul.

Anyway, have fun.
Don't lose too much money.

Full transparency,

Landwill is a client
of the firm I work for,

so I can't in good conscience
tell you what to do.

But I will say this. You have more power
than you think you might.

- How so?
- Ultimately, you're very valuable to them.

They offered you a deal.
They don't do that to everyone.

Push back on the signing bonus
and percentages.

- How hard?
- Hm, hard.

Like, I can ask for double
what they're offering?

I'm not shaking my head no.

Wow.

Look, if you counter and they play ball

and I have no reason
to believe they won't,

I'd be happy to look at the next draft
of the contract.

- Really?
- Strictly on the down-low, of course.

You don't have to do that, Lee.

I know.

Your move, Del.

You're making big city money now, come on.

Raise you 200.

- Mm.
- Get the fuck...

Okay.

I fucking see it.

- Mm.
- Come on.

Nice little straight flush.

Damn it! I almost had you.

- Come on.
- Admit it.

Fuck me with a two-tone
hurdy-gurdy wrapped in chicken wire.

Balls to bluff a fucking
deuce and a seven.

- I don't know.
- Another hand fellas?

Yeah, let's do it.

- Big money.
- You're late.

I had to handle a few things at home.

- What is this?
- Deal me in.

Game is Texas Holdem. Five to get in.

Triple Barrel.
Is that what you're drinking?

Yeah, triple your hangover.

- Yeah.
- Ease up that.

- Hey Fisher.
- Yeah.

- Hey, Fisher.
- I'll go blind.

Hey-o, Fisherking.

What's going on, Vic?

Have you given any more thought
to my proposal?

Ouch.

I have.

And?

Vic, not now.

Yeah, be in the moment,
play some cards.

Jesus Christ.

My grandmother's dialysis clinic
has more Chi than this table.

- What the fuck is Chi?
- Chi? Chi?

I'll give you Chi.

You gonna put your chips in?

Come on let's see some cards,
what are we waiting on?

- Patience is a virtue.
- Let's go, let's go.

Yeah just put all those
fuckin' chips over here.

- May I?
- Be my guest.

You know it.

Save some
for your daughter's tuition, huh?

Got fluid in here?

Here, you in? Fuckin' ladies.

- What are you doing?
- Come on jagoff.

- You're full of shit.
- Let's go.

- Oh, yeah.
- You play like that.

- What is it? Two to call?
- Two.

- Who's losing?
- Oh here we go.

- Raise. All right.
- Easy cowboy.

Go all in blind, come on.

You gonna lock the door?

This can't happen again.

So, why did you follow me in here?

To say it out loud.

This can't happen again.

I like clean hard lines.
Separation of church and state.

Are you the church or the state?

You're like an octopus
with all those hands.

And from what I hear, octopi are geniuses.

They can, like, do algebra,
state capitals...

Mom loved your salad.

You're a horrible liar.

Okay, maybe she didn't say she loved it,
but she also didn't say she hated it.

She called your dressing interesting.

- She's trying.
- I know she is.

Did you help her to bed?

Yeah. Just now.

You, uh, going down to the basement later?

I was able to get this started for you.

Chloe Tatlock.

Rest in peace.

Maya, this is perfect.

Perfect.

Making things hard on yourself.

I'll get the fucking zippo back.

- I would.
- He goes to refill the lighter fluid,

- your cover's blown.
- He's not gonna refill the lighter fluid,

Vic Walker does not refill
the lighter fluid.

If it runs out, he throws it in a drawer,
looks for another lighter.

Besides, him having it
might be a good thing.

Why?
- He's a loudmouth and a loose cannon.

And I happen to think he could be the key
to cracking this thing wide open.

- We need more than just Walker.
- We need all of them.

- Conspiracy wins the golden goose.

Fuck your fucking golden goose.

- Come on Cynthia, open up.

Cyn.

I can do this all night, Cynthia.

Come on, Cyn, let me in!

Please, please, let me report him.

- He can't keep doing this to you.
- Ang, I know you mean well,

but there is no way that I'm going to IA.

It would ruin my career.

It's not as bad as it looks.

Vic's got a temper, but so do I.

Sometimes I just push him too far.

- We're just going to rough patch.
- A rough patch?

- Do you think this--
- Ow!

Do you think this stops?

Do you think there's a fucking
pause button?

- He's going to kill you, Cynthia.
- This is my life.

Okay.

Oh...

Oh, hey...

Cynthia...

didn't tell me
we were having guests tonight.

Guest. There's only one of me
standing here.

One Angela.

Can I get one Angela a drink?

Numero uno Angela.

Quiero una... una cerveza.

And no, thank you, I'm fine.

All right.

Hmm...

Hm...

Trusty old light.

"The Future's Not What It Used to Be"
by Mickey Newbury playing]

♪ I found some fast easy women
And some hard drinkin' men ♪

♪ Swore I would drown
All the sorrow in me ♪

♪ I once had a lot ♪

♪ But the future was not ♪

♪ Not what it used to be ♪

♪ Oh, the years they went by ♪

♪ And I went steadily downhill ♪

♪ Until I had no place left to go ♪

♪ Made the missions by mornin' ♪

♪ Made the dives every night ♪

♪ Until I made a wreck
Of my body and soul ♪

♪ And then I met a lady ♪

♪ In time she made me ♪

♪ Forget, her love set me free ♪

♪ Oh, we didn't have a lot ♪

♪ But the future was not ♪

♪ Not what it used to be ♪

♪ I never thought
I would live to get old ♪

♪ The past cut a hole deep in me ♪

♪ But there was the chance ♪

♪ To be here a while longer ♪

♪ At least I wanted to be ♪

♪ Somebody told me ♪

♪ She was in town ♪

♪ I found out today ♪

♪ Lord, how it hurts me ♪

♪ To hear that she's down ♪

♪ But what else can I say? ♪

♪ I know her sorrow ♪

♪ I know her pain ♪

♪ I know her need ♪

♪ I once loved her a lot ♪

I put law and order first.

Excuse my fucking French,
it's horse shit.

Next on
American Rust: Broken Justice...

I was wondering
if I could see your records

for any water tests in the last 20 years.

I have a mind to go to IA.

You really think Cynthia's
in serious danger?

- Hey!

We know you were having an affair
with Nell McKenna.

I didn't have anything to do
with her husband's death.

- Cheers.

I still need
to swap out his lighter.

- Let me do it.
- Hey.

Officer, there's no need for that.