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It's over.
Olivia and I are engaged.

- Is this real?
- It is.

'Till she finds out the truth.

'Bout how it all started.

We should just
square up the rent

and move forward.

It's not really gonna happen
for you, Joey...

Ah, now you want me to give up, too, just
so you can feel better about yourself?

Are you available to, uh, talk?

Who sent you here?
How did you get here?

Okay. Everything that we have
right now is real.

Is it real?

It was you, wasn't it?
You are not coming back here.

Joe, you're kind of scaring me.

What did Eric do this time?

You don't understand,
you're not alone in this.

I don't even know
who you are!

What I don't understand

is why you changed
your story... twice.

No, I don't want you
to talk this time.

First, I just want
you to listen.

- Why don't you...
- Because I don't want you

to tell me something, again,

that closes off another avenue
of defense for you, all right?

I know your side,
you hear mine.

Okay, I couldn't find
Cliff Jones.

I know, I know.
I know.

You sat with him
face-to-face.

But the fact that I couldn't
locate him anywhere

means probably
Dick Andreesen couldn't either.

And we're already
dealing with priors...

the Toledo thing, the New Orleans
insurance thing with FEMA.

I looked this up.

None of that
pertains to the case.

They are going to use it
to impeach your credibility.

And not just because
this is Salt Lake City,

but because you are
a professional liar.

It will be the first thing that
Andreesen brings up, I promise you.

Unless... unless he
brings up Eloise Brand.

Which he can't.

Which will appear
to be very similar.

Which is not similar. It is not
similar at all, you understand.

There's nothing similar
about those two.

I didn't love Eloise Brand.

You understand that I
didn't love Eloise Brand?

Besides which,
it's inadmissible.

I know this.

It's inad...
good, okay.

So then we'll just rely
on the jurors to unhear it

if Dick slips and it
accidentally comes out, right?

The point is, Eric, there is what you
would like the playing field to be

and there is what it is.

Which one do you want
to play on?

- Okay. So...?
- Okay.

What is the reality here?

The will.

Your argument with Olivia,

overheard just minutes
before the murder

by a guy who was going
to check on a sketch

she was apparently
drawing for his kid.

Your fingerprints
are on the hammer.

I was remodeling.

Eric.

The valets
in the lower parking lot

describe your exit
as "rattled."

And when the police found
you in Truckee, you fled.

You changed your story twice.

And I know, I know... Eric, I know
you didn't know she was dead,

but the fact is you lied,
for whatever reason.

And when you agreed
to take a polygraph...

- Volunteered.
- That's right. Yes, thank you.

When you volunteered
against the advice

of your arresting officer...

I was innocent.

You failed your test.

Because I was feeling guilty,

but not about
what they thought.

I was a mess,

which is why, I know,
I should have listened.

Okay.
So, I'm sorry.

Please, I'm sorry, okay?

So, what...
what are you suggesting?

Please tell me
this isn't your full lunch.

Yep. Hammersmith
had me until 2:00

- bitching about the new parking.
- Oh, God. I know, right?

Honestly I don't think
anybody likes it better.

Right? Then he wants us to
support him on the team jerseys.

I assume you're coming here for
a plea 'cause you don't have a case.

Actually, I have a great case.
You don't have a body.

You think the
jury's gonna look at one photo

from the crime scene
and think otherwise?

Even you don't think otherwise!

- I believe my client.
- Ha!

Did they fix this or not?
It's still cold.

Yeah, that's the new one, so I don't think
you're having, whatever, Cream of...

- Leukemia?
- Gross.

It's first-degree murder.
You know that.

Without a body?
Good luck.

What don't you like
about the new jerseys?

The whole "retro" thing? It's tired.

Look, I can agree to allocute
for no more than 24 years.

That's never gonna happen.

The will? The witnesses? Even if
I drop to second, 24 is a gift.

You know that.
Great, now it's too hot.

We're gonna get less than that
with a jury, even in Salt Lake.

Okay, I'll agree to not oppose
a request for no more than 20.

I'm going in
at manslaughter, 10.

- With his priors? Really?
- Yeah.

Will you do me a favor?
Will you taste this?

Smell it at least?

It smells like soup
and chemicals.

I don't know
what you want from me.

We get a jury, I'll roll we get first.
I'll risk a trial.

I will accept second, but
we have to allocute for 12.

18, he's out in 12.

Seriously, that is the most disgusting
thing I think I've ever tasted.

That's because you have to
add hot water to it, Dick.

You can't just put cold water
in it and then microwave it.

- Right. I put cold water in?
- Yes. 14.

Aggravated, 16. That's it.
That's all I'm doing.

Oh. There they are, by the way.

Yeah, there is kind of a "Damn
Yankees" thing going on there.

- Right?
- All right, 16.

But we're gonna have
to do this as an Alford.

That's fine by me.
It's all guilty.

Hey. Hi, Alan.

Hey, so I still cannot
get Eric Neill

to make any sort of a statement

other than
a flat-out denial.

And I know you're gonna
think that I'm crazy,

but I'm kind of actually...

I'm starting to believe him.

- You know, Nate...
- And he gave me a name.

Actually, he gave me
a bunch of names,

but the one that stands out
is this Cameron Morgan.

He's this thuggish, young guy.

Apparently, Olivia loved to
surround herself around young guys.

Nate, Amy and Dick
have come to an agreement.

Who's Amy and Dick?
Dick Andreesen?

Wait, the prosecutor
Dick Andreesen?

Yeah, and Amy Lambson, that new
public defender up out of Provo.

Nice gal. Probably not that
new anymore, actually.

Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa.

This isn't possible.

I've still got
some more stuff to lay out.

Listen to this... this guy,
Cameron, he's got a list...

Take yes for an answer, Nate.

We have the guy.

- No.
- You arrested him.

No, I need a few more...

Please, can we have
a few more days?

- Please?
- It's over.

You done good.

Excuse me, Petra.

Sorry.

There's a guy to see you

from the TV show
"Heart of Homicide."

- Oh, thank you.
- Sure.

It must have
been very, very traumatic.

To put it mildly, yep.

The FBI storming your kitchen.

Christmas Eve, right in
the middle of dinner.

What was that like?

Seeing your own father
dragged off like that?

Right.

Okay, so flash forward
10 years, here we are.

Your brother's been arrested.

Does it bring up any memories?

You know, we're gonna ask you
a lot about your brother.

You're okay talking
about all this?

Yeah, I think it...

it's gonna
get out there anyway.

That's what you tell a reporter

when they ask you about
your brother's arrest?

Well, I wasn't surprised.
I mean, it's a pattern.

And I really don't see
how it matters now anyhow.

It matters because your brother's
case is flimsy at best.

And pre-trying him
in the court of public opinion

doesn't exactly
do him any favors.

Well, there's something
else I told him

that I guess
you're really gonna like.

Oh, God.

I'm the one who told the
police where he was.

When the detective came
to Mom's hospice room,

I told them he was at our
family's cabin in Truckee.

Great.

Okay, actually, maybe you should
be standing with the prosecutor.

This is him in here.
His name is Dick Andreesen.

And I'm happy to introduce
you if you like.

If not, I'll just see
you in the courtroom.

On the docket is case number

2013-0009.

State of Utah
versus Eric Neill.

It's my understanding the parties
involved have come to an agreement.

Yes, sir, Your Honor.

We have indeed
reached an agreement.

The defendant has agreed
to a change of plea

to the reduced charge
of aggravated manslaughter.

Christmas in February.

Excuse me.

- Cheers.
- Cheers, man, cheers.

- Tom Davis.
- Alan Pape.

I know, the man himself.

Uh, listen, I'll get
right to the point.

It was really impressive work
with Eric Neill.

- Really good stuff.
- Mmm.

Now, I understand,

if this doesn't fly for you,
I totally get it,

but this crime, this...
this Eric Neill intrusion,

it has spooked the heck
out of a lot of folks up here.

The consensus is
we need new security.

A new private firm,

one we can count on,

headed by a real pro.

Oh, gosh, we already got some
pretty top-notch outfits here.

You're...

a very gracious man,
as I've heard.

But I have not heard this
bunch agree on anything

as simple as setbacks
from mailboxes

like they agree
on this one big thing.

The person for the job...

is Alan Pape.

Oh, well...

Well, I, uh...

honestly, I... I've been
with the department...

32 years.

I hope you don't mind,

a couple friends of mine at
county let me know your salary.

Oh.

You decide to accept this,

we're prepared to triple it.

Bring in a couple guys...
your pick.

It's all your call.

Well, give it some thought.

I'll give you a call
in a couple of days,

just check back in.

Again, it's really...

stellar work.

It's really impressive.

Thank you.

Lookin' at ya.

Got it.

- Okay, .147.
- 147.

Edge of water.

Other side.

Authorities say
what could be the hand

of famed children's book
author Olivia Lake

has been discovered in a stream
a half mile from her property,

adding both closure as well
as renewed attention

to the events surrounding
her now four-year-old murder.

Investigators are swarming
the abandoned mine shafts

that dot the estate
surrounding Lake's...

This call is subject
to monitoring and recording.

So many, whatever,
pithy lines I wrote

for this very moment.

Was that one of them?

No, but this is.

Unless I'm wrong,
which I doubt,

because I have nothing else to do
but go over this ad infinitum,

the last I heard, it was you

who turned me over
to the fucking police.

Why are you here now?

State law says
that conditional gifts

when the condition's
precedent go unfulfilled

become the property
of the giver,

the condition in this case
being "Will you marry me,"

the nonfulfillment being
"I can't, I'm dead."

The fucking police
gave it to me.

What would you like me
to do with it?

So, you're here
'cause you wanna know

what to do
with Aunt Beth's ring.

What happened?

Since Mom died, you don't
have any other projects?

You know what?

This will be in
Salt Lake in storage.

You can get it in 2032.

I'm not interested
in being the rudder

that keeps you from
free-forming around your life.

Are you serious?

Or one of your books you
get 600 pages in writing

and then abandon completely.

Okay, you know what?

I was wrong to think that
you might not deserve this.

W-Wait!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry.

Don't abandon me.

- There you go.
- Great, thank you so much.

You're welcome.

Hey, Jim, take care
of this for me, okay?

Yeah, I'm back.
So, when?

Monday?

No, no, no,
what do you mean Monday?

This is mining country, man.

There are more geologists
than there are Starbucks.

Then you call someone else.

No, hold on, there has to be
something that can dig that deep

in the amount of time
that we need it.

Then... then you make new
connections, thank you!

- Detective Henry. Hi. Nate.
- What? Hi.

- We met a few years ago. I'm Petra.
- Petra.

You're familiar with the Government Records
Access and Management Act, I assume.

I'm not, but I am with you.

What department did you say
you were with again, Petra?

Actually, I'm not with a department.
I'm Petra Neill.

Oh, Jesus. No, no, you
can't be here, then.

- Please, just give me a moment.
- No, no, no, you can't be here.

A GRAMA request makes
cops' notes available...

GRAMA?

- G-R-A-M-A...
- GRAMA.

Makes cops' notes
available to the defense,

which makes them
part of the trial record.

Okay, which means
you have my notes,

and I need you
off the property now.

I have copies, which is why
I have a few questions for you.

On the night of the murder,
you interviewed Joel Hurley.

That's what this is, right?

Then you also interviewed
his friend, Frank Scott.

Uh, yeah.

What I noticed was when referring
to the night Olivia was killed,

Joel said, "We took El
Camino to Arroyo Parkway

to the Eastridge Mall
and saw the 10:20 'Hobbit 2.'"

- Yeah, if you say so.
- Now listen to what Frank said.

No comment.

"We went to Eastridge Mall.

We took El Camino to Arroyo,
and we saw the 10:20 showing

of 'Hobbit 2: The Desolation of Smaug.'"

Go to two. I don't
understand your point.

They both almost said
exactly the same thing.

They were going
to see the same movie.

Okay.
Okay, sure, fine.

But here's my question.

Who says which road they took
and the exact time of the show

when they're talking about
where they were one night?

Two people who are talking
to a police detective

the day after a murder
was discovered.

Hey, if you're suggesting
that two guys that I've known,

one I knew for two years,
one I've known for well over 30,

are lying for some reason...

No, what I'm saying is that every
other person in your notes

spoke a certain way,
and these two didn't.

And honestly, I'm surprised
you didn't notice.

You ever heard of zebra-itis?

- No.
- Okay, here's what zebra-itis is,

and then I'm gonna
need you to step back

and stop contaminating
my crime scene.

If it smells like a horse and it
leaves a trail of horse prints

and a big pile of horse manure,

it's a horse.

But amateurs and rookies,
they think they're so smart.

Web sleuths spend all day
poking through rainbows,

looking for zebras.

- Unicorns.
- I'm sorry?

Which still would work
as a metaphor,

but rainbows is unicorns, even
though I totally get your point.

I need you to move now.

- You didn't think it was a horse.
- Yo, Adam!

- Please.
- "All signs point to Eric,

but in my gut, hmm, it just
doesn't feel like Eric to me."

Emphasis mine, but you
said it to yourself

in your own case notes
right here, page 31.

You didn't think
it was Eric at the time.

I got this, Adam.
Thanks, anyway.

Look, I'm just one guy.
I'm not the system, so...

But you got angry
at the system.

Your letter to the prosecutor, Dick
Andreesen, asking for more time,

it's in the discovery.

Even though he had already
closed down the investigation.

You were looking for the
elusive zebra, perhaps?

Unicorn maybe, even?

My issues with what went
down four years ago

have nothing to do with
what's happening here now.

Olivia's friend JC said Joel
owed her 10 months' back rent

by the night of the murder.

And Horacio, the gardener,

said that Joel
sold him his truck

for a quarter
of what it was worth

and then split town three
days after the murder.

What are you trying to say?

I want to talk to Frank Scott.

You don't think it's
weird that you found the hand

on Michael O'Connor's property?

And on the day
Olivia was murdered,

she called Michael O'Connor and
talked to him for, like, a minute...

- 52 seconds.
- ...just before she died.

Yeah, I did find that
weird at the time.

And?

Believe it or not, you know,

I followed up on that.

There were witnesses
to the call.

Olivia was upset.

She had had a fight
with your brother.

Michael tried to console her.

He couldn't.

Okay, don't you think
it's weird that she...

that Michael and his
associate, Tom Davis,

flew to Turks and Caicos
the very next day?

As they did every New Year's.

Same destination, same flight.

You know what
would've been weird?

If they didn't leave.

Have you
re-interviewed him?

- No.
- Because?

Because...

because of what you've
already read in my notes.

He never left the house.

His cell phone
never left the house.

- There were...
- Witnesses, I get it.

- Wait, was the hand...?
- What, cut off in the murder?

Not unless she was killed
by a dozen tiny rodents

over a period
of 8 to 10 months, no.

And, yes, we are checking
all the old mine shafts

that feed into that stream.

I got a question for you.

You care so much about
your brother Eric...

Where were you
when he needed you most?

Hmm?

And why now, four years later,

are you suddenly all over this?

I think I might have
been wrong about Eric

in this specific situation.

Ah, oh.

Okay.

Hmm.

Okay.

So, this is about you.

I mean, yeah.

What?
We went to the movies.

"Hobbit."

"Hobbit 2."
10:20 show.

You took El Camino to Arroyo
Parkway to the Eastridge Mall.

It's all in the case notes.

- Do you wanna stick with that?
- Would you let me...?

I'll ask the questions.

Hey, so, all we need to know

is if you and Joel,

for whatever reason,

made up that story.

I can find out now
or we can talk later.

I can find out then.

Okay.

Okay.

- If you're really asking me.
- Yeah.

I've got this
to say about Joel.

There's the Joel
that everyone sees...

and then there's
the other Joel.

I don't understand
why that's emasculating.

Oh, co... at the crime scene?

In front of everybody?

And making me have
no choice about it?

Uh, where's Morgan?

At Owen's.
I'll text Marney.

And you know Frank.
I mean...

like I'm going to empower
her to talk to him?

To Frank?

You're not empowering her.
She already has the power.

She's a private citizen.

She can talk
to whoever she wants.

You're just afraid
that... 'cause Frank is...

- The loosest cannon ever.
- That you're gonna lose control.

I don't even know
what it's control of.

But this hand comes up,

and then this girl shows up,

and suddenly I have no choice but to follow
somebody else's agenda and it's not mine.

It sounds like she was right.

- Which is beside the point.
- Which is exactly the point.

- No, it's not.
- Yes.

You had the case completely yanked
away from you four years ago.

You never liked the result,

and if it was some dude who just
suddenly showed up out of the blue,

you would be saying to
me, "Mel, oh, my God,

the luckiest thing
happened."

I don't see
where this is going.

You were emasculated
because it was a woman,

is what I'm saying.

Okay.
I believe you're correct.

Yeah, I know.

You'll be fine.
You can handle her.

You know who I would be
worried about is Alan.

Assuming she can get Joel back,
when do you think that would be?

Oh!
And that's another thing.

She's so supremely confident that
she can get Joel to come back.

I mean, Joel?

Joel freaking hated
it here by the end.

I mean, come on, you saw
his Facebook posts.

He's a totally different guy
down there.

I say there's no way

she'll get him to come back.

What?

I think you're
underestimating this person.

- We'll go right up these lilies here.
- All right! Whoo-hoo!

Here we go!

Oh, yeah!

Whoo!

- Whoo-hoo!
- Whoo!

What can kill an alligator?

Let's see. What can hurt
one of these things?

What can harm an alligator?

Nothing.

Well, scratch that. We can.
We're its only predators.

Unless you keep leaning over
the edge like that, Junior.

Then things are gonna change.

Uh, uh, Junior...

- You see that out there?
- Where?

- Straight?
- That's our little trophy.

Straight ahead, right there!

- Right there.
- Let's not spook this one.

See him right there
just beyond that tree?

Yeah.

All right, the next job is
get that sucker on the boat.

Who's gonna
do the deed? Ava?

Thanks, but, no, thanks.

Okay, definitely not Ava.
How about you, Dad?

- Taylor?
- Oh, Junior?

You gonna do it?

- Huh?
- I think so.

All right.

I thought you might be unsure,

but you're gonna
give her a go, huh?

Put it on your shoulder, son.

You ever handle
one of these before?

Not too many times.

I know it's hard
with that life preserver,

but you just put her right
up there on your arm there.

Make sure it's on safety until
you get that sucker ready.

You're gonna wanna hit it
just between the eyes here.

That's the sweet...
that's the sweet spot.

Nice, deep breath.

Nice, deep breath.

You don't wanna ruin
that trophy.

Yeah!

There you go, Junior!

Skin's all rolled up.

Tell Ty I sent you. He'll cut
you a deal on that taxidermy.

- Sounds good.
- I got your meat on the ice here.

Keep these "not for sale"
stickers visible

in case the DWF stops you.

You are good to go.

- Thanks, Joel.
- My pleasure.

Buckshot, hold onto that.

Bye.

Hope you had a great time.

If you did, we're
Big Bayou Gator Guides.

If not, we're Outdoor
Adventures, as the joke goes.

Thanks, Pat.

Hope they got the sizes
right this time.

Bobby.

Oh, hi.

I didn't see you there. Can
I help you with something?

- Are you Joel Hurley?
- I am.

Oh, thank God.

Can we go somewhere and talk?

Ugh!

Bobby! Sorry.

They got the kids large again.

You gotta call them
about next week.

I still haven't gotten
their thing.

I'll give them a shout
and get it straight.

Sorry.

Is this your art?

It is.

Do you recognize me?

Should I?

I'm Petra Neill.
I'm Eric Neill's sister.

- Please, just hear me out.
- Look, I hardly knew him.

- And from what I did know...
- I know he could be complicated.

No, he could be an asshole is
what he could be, to be honest.

Well, he said that
you were a good guy.

He said you might be the
only one who could help me.

He said you'd at least listen.

Please.

Do you mind
if we change the music?

- Sure. To what?
- Silence.

Okay, the music is now silence.

What's up?

Do you remember one night, maybe
a week or two before the murder,

when you saw someone on the
property and you chased him off?

Why?

You told Eric about it
that night.

You said his name was Cameron.

I think, uh...

someone told me then that
it would've been Cameron,

so, sure, Cameron.

I need to find him.

Well, I saw him
for about 10 seconds.

It was in the dark.
It was the woods.

He got in the car and drove off, so I'd
have no idea on how to locate him.

So he could... he said those will
work until we get the 400s.

There was someone in that
car that Cameron got into.

And you told Eric back then
that you might know him.

I think I said that he might have
looked vaguely familiar, yeah.

You said he was a bartender.

Look, I don't know.
It was four years ago.

Do you remember which bar?

Oh, God, I...
I really don't know.

Please don't tell me this is what you
flew all the way down here to find out.

Keep going.
I'm listening.

I believe my brother
is innocent.

Of the crime that he
confessed to committing?

He pled out
without admitting guilt.

He had no other choice.

The media, his lawyer,
everyone rushed to judgment.

But they never found a body.

And I believe that if I can prove
there were other suspects,

people that
the attorney overlooked,

then I believe I can
get him an appeal.

Now, after all this time?

There's new information.

In prison, someone told
Eric that that guy Cameron

was talking about a
safe in Olivia's studio

and how she kept cash
and drawings in there.

And Eric has been writing
to his lawyer, but...

don't get me started on her.

So, please...

do you think maybe you
can remember which bar?

If I can find out
who that bartender is,

I think maybe
I can find Cameron.

You know the town. There
are a lot of bars.

Could you point it out if
you were standing there?

I don't know.
Possibly.

Would you know him
if you saw him?

What are you asking me?

No, I can't go back there.

Just for a day or two.
That's all I need.

Please. You know the area.
You lived on the property.

You know the town,
you know the people.

Knew.

Please, just think about it?

Here's my number.

I have no one else
I can turn to.

You're literally the only person
on the planet who could help me.

Please.

I'm sorry.
I can't.

- Hey, babe.
- How was work, honey?

Fine.

What's going on?

So, this is all just about
finding Cameron, really?

Yeah.

You... I mean,
the weird thing

is that I was gonna tell the
police back then about Cameron,

but, you know,
I just got caught up

in the whole "Eric, Eric" thing
with everybody else, and...

I mean, even when we got here,

it just... it still
kept eating at me,

that look on
Cameron's face that night.

It was... like,
you know how crocodiles,

they have that
lower row of teeth

like they're smiling at you, like
they know something about you?

That was Cameron.

Then Eric confesses
and four years go by

and Olivia's hand shows up

and his sister
flies down to Louisiana,

and now, fuck.

So, what's the problem?

There's a reason we left there,
and it wasn't just Olivia.

To be honest, I don't
think I can go back there again.

Why are you looking
at me like that?

Well, of course you can.

I swore to
myself I never would.

Yeah, but you're different now.

Everything's different now.

I know you don't
believe in the universe...

Well, I believe it exists.

But you don't believe it
gives you opportunities.

Oh, it really hasn't.

Well, what if
the one thing between...

- How long is it total?
- 15 to 20.

Yeah, well, what if the difference
between 16 more years of jail

and his sudden freedom is you?

How come you get
to be so perfect?

- Because I don't.
- Because you do.

And you are.

I still can't believe
we made it here.

Come here.

I love you.

I love you, too.

It's kind of okay, actually.

In my mind, Summit had
morphed into this Arkham,

Hellboy, Lovecrafty, Salem,
Hall of Ghosts thing,

and then I get here
and it's like,

"Oh, right, it's just craft
stores and galleries

and... here's a word I
don't use that often...

it's quaint."

And she is in a pipe dream.

I don't wanna say I feel
sorry for her, but...

Uh, all right.
Speak to you soon, love.

We're off to go
track down a ghost.

Yeah. Love you, too. Bye.

- Sorry.
- Got you one anyway.

- Thanks.
- It's okay.

Oh, here.
Also if you need it.

I need to step away
for a few minutes.

I have some things
I need to take care of.

Uh, wait, seriously?

Yeah, I... I, uh...

I gotta follow up on some stuff
that I started the other day.

But if you find anything,
just text me.

- All right.
- Otherwise, an hour, hour and a half?

Yeah, all right.

I'll, uh...

I'll just go track down the
dude that knew Cameron.

Great.

Yeah, should be easy.

- All right.
- Okay.

- Hour.
- Oh, and, Joel?

- Yeah?
- Seriously, thank you.

Yeah, of course.

- All right, I'll see you soon.
- Okay.

Yeah, shit,
I remember that clown.

If you do find him, tell him he
still owes me for two months.

Better yet, bring him here.
I'll tell him myself.

Well, he was here with
a girl, though, right?

Yeah, poor little señorita.
She didn't know what hit her.

Then that guy, pfft, bolts

day before Christmas.

Any idea where she is?

Mmm, I wanna say she was
gone about a week later.

She's Mexican.

Could be anywhere.

She got a name?

Yeah, Leticia.

I can't remember the last name,

but I remember Leticia.

Pretty name.

Don't blame our town.

I'm told you need
suffering to make art.

Yeah, but it's the artist
who's supposed to suffer.

- Ah.
- You owe me a dollar.

Yes, I do.

Did he put up a fight?

Mmm, a bit, but not.

Hey, how did he seem?

How are things
with him and Laura?

Seemed like he had a good
thing going down there,

if that's what you mean.

Sweet girl, Laura.

We used to joke that
she'd need a neck brace

the way that she would
look up to him.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Two beers, please.
Whatever's your local best.

She'll have a Polygamist Porter

and I'll have
a Diet Coke, please.

- You guys have Advil?
- No. Sorry.

- Thanks.
- Oh, sure.

And thank you for your message
about Cameron's old apartment.

There's a guy
checking on the bills

and hoping to get something
about the old girlfriend...

- Great.
- ...and maybe a forwarding address.

- So, well done.
- Great.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

And congratulations
to me, too, I guess.

- For?
- Being smart enough to bring you here.

You did more in 60 minutes than I
did in three days, so thank you.

Aw, thanks.
Just trying to help.

So, I, uh... I just have a few questions,

mostly about the property.

Oh, uh, one sec.
Um...

Sorry. Wife has a question
about a house thing.

Sha, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.

Uh, sorry.

We know the murder happened

somewhere between
10:15 and 11:45.

Do we know that for sure?

Well, Olivia was seen
leaving the party at 10:04.

And then a guy
overhears her and Eric

having an argument
at the studio at 10:10.

Then she calls
her neighbor up the hill,

and then her friend JC
at 10:16,

the last anyone
ever heard from her.

Oh, sidebar...

you know the people
up the hill, O'Connor?

Do you know that
they own the Red Room?

Oh, please,
please don't tell me

you don't know
what the Red Room is.

Is that like
a "50 Shades of Grey" thing?

It's a private art collection.

Individually,
some incredible pieces.

Overall, no unifying aesthetic.

They had a piece from... from it
on loan at the Denver Art Museum,

this obscure French Impressionist,
Henri-Edmond Cross.

When I was 12,
my mother and I sat

in front of it
for literally six hours.

Well, if you would've
told me they had,

like, a Brian Bolland or a Will
Eisner or something, then...

Don't tell me you don't know

who the father
of the graphic novel is.

My interest in American art

ended with Hopper's
"Intermedio" in 1963.

Well, Eisner was before,
but, you know, whatever.

Anyhow...

- Her wounds.
- Her wounds.

Yes, her wounds were...

they were from
a variety of things,

but they believe
the death blow to be

from multiple hammer strikes.

And there was some flesh...

piece of flesh they found
on the wall, a tiny speck,

and in it were bug eggs.

Sorry. Uh, wife thing.

- Bug eggs.
- Blowflies.

Which puts it
no later than 11:45.

So I'm trying to figure out

who was where between
10:15 and 11:45 p.m.

Well, I can't really
be of any help on that

because I was at a 10:20 movie

that was at Eastridge.

So I left the property
about 9:45...

or 9:46,
which I weirdly remember.

Wow, a movie New Year's Eve.

Crazy.

I know, right?
And trust me, I, uh...

I wasn't one to avoid a party.

It's just the truth is

me and my then
girlfriend, now wife,

had had a little fight.

You weren't texting her enough?

Sorry.

Let me turn this thing off.

Uh, yeah, so.

So, yeah, you said
that, you, uh,

once saw Cameron
on the property

out by the studio?

It was actually by the, uh,
story trail, actually.

Could you show me exactly?

Sure.

Look, it's simple.

All you do is find a way
to get him alone.

Then you casually bring it up

and let him do the rest.

Should I wear a wire?

Wha... no.

Why?

- Wha... are you joking?
- Well, I don't know.

- Whenever this happens on "The Wire"...
- "The Wire."

It's called "The Wire,"

so, yes, of course
they have wires.

But this is Summit, man.

We don't have wires.

We just have
one guy says something

and another guy
tells a third guy.

Okay.

Hey!

All you need to do is this.

If he asks you
to stick to the story

or to continue the lie
in any way,

you just tell me.

Frank, what's the matter?

We didn't even know
about the murder

when we agreed to this.

Ah. Dude,
you're not in trouble.

Okay.

You swear to God?

- Yes.
- Is Joel?

I don't know.

Maybe not.

Hopefully not.
Hey, hopefully not.

Enough to get this girl to
bring him back up here.

Doesn't mean that he's in trouble.

He's just... he's...

he's of interest.

How the fuck did she get him to
come back anyway?

Oh, you gotta be
freaking kidding me!

She brought him to the site.

I gotta go.

Hold on.
What do I do?

What do you mean?
Stay, eat.

But no acting, all right?

Don't act, just...

just be normal, man, all right?

So, her one big book...

well, I'm sure you read it.

Everyone's read it.

Mm-mm.

No?

"Whose Woods These Are."

You read it one way, it's the
story of this poor hunter

who tries to protect his family
from this evil monster bear.

You turn it over and
read it the other way,

it's the story of this poor bear
who tries to rescue his mom

from the trap
of this evil monster hunter.

- Hmm.
- Not a bad idea, right.

- Pick a direction.
- Wherever Cameron was.

Well, it's a circle. They both
end up at the same place.

Good choice.

So anyway, she'd lead these "story
walks," she'd called them...

Cub Scouts, field
trips, Girl Scouts.

It was like she'd never tire of telling
her one story.

- Well, that's sweet.
- Well, I guess.

Or she just couldn't
move on, maybe.

Anyways, at night when I'd
just need to clear my head,

I'd come out here and
I'd walk the property.

So, on that night, I'm walking
along, and all of a sudden... boom...

he and this other guy, like I just
caught them at something, right here.

Then they just disappeared
off into the dark.

And so you...

Went to the main house,
which is right over here,

and I told your brother.

Where'd you live?

In the barn.

I was there with
all the other strays.

She was always
picking up strays...

cats, dogs, people.

You lived in a barn?

Well, I grew up on a farm.

She had horses.

Seemed like a good idea.

And then the reality was I was
just a guy living in a barn.

Not the idea you had when you
first got here, I assume.

It's a long story.

You ever meet her?

Once, at Thanksgiving.

Not so fun?

It was an attempt.

But I can tell
there is no chance

this Dennis Klein guy

is legit.

One thing we know

is what a scam artist
looks like.

Am I right?
So, I'm like...

He says, "If I'm
not absolutely right,

you have to buy me
a drink."

And whammo, to a tee.

So, then he starts
telling me why he's here.

Why was Eric here?

Wanted to change his life, didn't
want to be the Grim Reaper...

Actually, hon, I feel like I'm
monopolizing this whole thing.

Petra, what do you do?

- She is...
- I do many things.

- ...major into the art world.
- Peripherally.

She restores art,

she teaches, she writes books.

About?

She got 600 pages

into one about
the Italian Divisionists...

see, I read
your e-mails...

and then she's like,
"Wait a minute,

maybe those critics
back at the"...

- whatever they're called...
- Salons.

"The ones who trashed
the Divisionists

back in the day,
maybe they were right."

And she throws her book
away and starts again.

Well, they were right, right?

I mean, when was that?
Like, 1894?

- '96.
- '96.

Well, they were spot-on.

Well, my beef was the
overt social overtones...

Oh, I get your beef.

I'm totally with you.
I get it.

I mean,
the powerful are corrupt.

Art is needed
by the disinherited.

I mean, if I want a message,
send me a fucking telegram.

Yeah, Olivia, 1943 just called.

They'd like their once topical

"send me a telegram"
reference back.

Hello, JC.

Hello, 2007 called,

and they want their
fill-in-the-blank call joke back.

It's all overrated...

the neos, the pointillists.

Really? You don't think
understanding the science

of how the eye
perceives light is...

Has nothing to do with art.

I mean, come on.

Yeah, can we measure
human emotions

through the chemical,
the synaptical,

the sciency-wiency...
whatever... events?

Sure.

But at the core of it,

end of day,
you have to feel it.

You can't think art...

teach art, write about it.

Um, didn't we just establish

she thinks, teaches,
and writes about art?

The most beautiful
piece of art I've ever seen

was drawn by an 11-year-old
girl in 15 minutes.

It... it's no technique.

But it was raw, it was pure.

Of course, it was about me,

so, maybe I'm exaggerating
a little bit.

Just eat your pie.
Sorry.