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[ Grunts ] Damn.

Too many last night.

We should've been here
hours ago.

Oh, relax.
Jimmy's sound asleep.

[ Ice rattles ]
Not so loud, man.

You're gonna wake him up.

You're gonna stroke yourself out
one of these days.

Hey, who's been messing
with Jimmy's rig?

No one that knows
what's good for 'em.

Jimmy will put a powerful hurt

on anybody
messing with his rig.

Damn!

I'm sorry
about not spending the night.

It's just Jeff and the wedding.

Oh, no, no, no.
I don't want to rush you.

No, no rushing.
[ Both laugh ]

Oh, what was that?!

- Oh.
- Oh, I see.

- Oh, wow.
[ Laughing ] - Just...

- Florida Brides.
- I-it's research.

Oh, I can tell.

Okay, fine.
I'm a girl.

- It's stupid. Whatever.
- Oh, you're a girl, all right.

Oh, that's nice.

I could totally
see you in that.

I could totally see you
out of it, as well.

Well, for 2 grand,
I'd better get that reaction.

2 grand for a dress
you're only gonna wear once?

That's the plan, I mean,

assuming you don't
screw this thing up.

Let me buy it for you, then.

Oh, okay.
[ Chuckles nervously ]

Aren't you gonna fight me
on that?

- Why... 'cause I'm stupid?
- Good point.

[ Laughs ]
No, actually, seriously,

that's very sweet,
but I already have a plan.

I'm going to apply
for this orthopedic fellowship

at the hospital.

It's 30 bucks an hour,
and it's part-time.

An extra job? What,
are you collecting them?

It's just for six weeks,
and I'll get to buy the dress,

but, more importantly,
I get to work with Ted Hardy.

He's a legend
in the sports-surgery world.

Wow.

Okay, then go for it.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, I mean,

whatever makes you feel
like Cinderella on the day.

Mm. You know
what that'll make you?

Prince Charming?

- Late for work.
- Oh.

[ Giggles ]

Two employees from
The Smokeoff

found our victim
just like this...

Lid closed and apple in mouth.

From rigor, I'd put
time of death at midnight.

What is that smell?

A dead body.
No, not that one.

The bacon one.

Oh, this could be
the best day ever.

Not for our victim.

Jimmy Steele,
A.K.A....

Captain Barbecue.

I know this guy.
He's huge.

Yeah, he should've laid off
the smoked meats.

No, no. I mean
his... his barbecue empire.

He's got his own TV show,
his own cookbooks,

a line of rubs and sauces,

plus a whole chain
of restaurants.

Looks kind of thinner on TV.

Because he died
from anaphylactic shock.

- Allergic reaction? To what?
- Could be anything,

but the allergen
tripped his immune system,

flooded his body
with histamines,

which caused angioedema...

Swelling of his lips,
face, and tongue.

His blood pressure lowered and
then triggered a heart attack.

Huh.

I also found this...
an epipen.

It injects epinephrine
into the body,

slows the
allergic reaction down

long enough for the victim
to get to an E.R.

People with severe allergies
always have one on hand.

I-I'm guessing
whoever rolled him into this pit

knew about his condition.

And then someone
stuffed him in there

before he had time
to call for help,

using his body
as the perfect murder weapon.

Okay, but, uh,
what's with the apple?

Oh, the apple is a statement.

Jimmy Steele was a pig.

And whoever made it is somewhere
out there in hogheaven.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

The Glades 04x03
Killer Barbecue
Original Air Date June 10, 2013

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Body's headed into the shop.

You know there's more
to this crime scene

- than Jimmy's grill.
- Shh!

I'm trying to figure out
Jimmy's secret rub.

All right, it's garlic.

It's salt.
Is that paprika?

What we need to figure out
is what he was allergic to.

Well, it wasn't sweet,
savory barbecue.

That's for sure.

Oh, do you smell that?

[ Sniffs ] Mmm.

Please close that.
It needs another 18 hours.

Okay.

Uh, and that would make you...

I'm Trina Burns,
Jimmy's number two.

I came as soon as I heard.

Huh. Detective Longworth,
Dr. Sanchez.

So, what was your boss doing
out here all alone last night?

It's how
he always liked to cook.

He liked the quiet,
no interruptions.

He got here yesterday
to roast the hog slow and low

for 24 hours
to kick off The Smokeoff.

24 hours?
That sounds awesome.

It is, but if the fire dies,
then the hog is ruined.

Oh, well, then we'll make sure
it stays on.

It's a crime scene.

It's Captain Barbecue's
last hog, Carlos.

It's what he would've wanted.

The man was an artist.
Should I cancel the contest?

I've got 300 cooks firing up
their grills right now,

not to mention
the food vendors, the beer tent.

Oh, I think we've suffered
enough loss for today.

Is that Jimmy's bike?

Yeah,
he used it to run errands.

It was easier
than the R.V.

Piggly Wiggly?

There's one in Everglades City
about 15 minutes away.

It's Jimmy's hometown.

That's why he
did The Smokeoff here?

Yeah. He never forgot
where he was from.

It's so sad.

He was always really careful

and just made sure
that he was prepared

so he would not go this way.

So you knew
about his allergies?

Well, yeah.
I mean, everybody did.

It's why he didn't grill oysters
or clams or shrimp.

Shellfish.

At least now we know
what we're looking for.

Might help us figure out who.

Uh, anyone have it out
for Jimmy?

Maybe have a run-in with
one of the other contestants?

Mnh-mnh.
No, never.

Right, because people
that camp out for three days

and smoke meat and drink beer
are completely sane.

Sweet land yacht.

Yeah, Jimmy toured a lot
this way.

He always had what he needed.

Okay.

His R.V. is registered
to Baby Back LLC.

That's, uh, one of Jimmy's
shell corporations.

He was into a lot of things.

Jimmy grew up poor in the swamp

and made a $50-million business
out of nothing.

And I also found this
if it helps.

Uh, Carlos?
Carlos: Hmm?

Med-alert necklace.

A lot of good it does
in the drawer.

His wife, Mary,
made him wear it,

but it got in the way
when he was grilling.

Where can we find her?

She passed away
six months ago... cancer.

He has a daughter, Anna.

She's, um, up north somewhere,

but they haven't talked
in a while.

When Mary died,
he threw himself into work.

- It's how he coped.
- Is this another?

Graydon's.
That's Jimmy favorite bourbon.

But, no,
he wasn't a big drinker.

Uh, Carlos, check it out.

Is there a contestant
I should worry about?

[ Sighs ]

More like one
we should worry about.

[ Chuckles ]
"The Green Machine"?

[ Chuckles ] Hey, Dr. Sanchez.
Detective.

Guess this means
it's true about Jimmy.

That's why,
uh, we're here. You?

Oh, barbecuing's
kind of a hobby.

A hobby?
This is one serious rig.

Oh, thanks.

I configured it all myself.
Generator powers the laptop,

which adjust the intake fans,
keeps the heat constant.

Blu-ray thermometers
monitor the meat,

send a text to my smartphone.

I'm also in a cellular hot spot,
so if it helps,

I could run Jimmy's financials
while we're setting up.

Great, and, uh,
while you're at it,

look into a company
called Baby Back LLC.

Hey, Danny, marinade's ready.

This is my brother, Drew, the
other half of The Green Machine.

Detective Longworth
and Dr. Sanchez.

Oh, yeah. Danny talks
about you all the time.

Man, that sucks
about Jimmy, huh?

He was definitely
King of "Q."

Sho' nuff.
Sho' nuff.

Oh, a little early for that,
isn't it?

[ Both cough ]

It's, uh...
It's marinade.

Jimmy always likes to
sign off every show with a shot.

Drew, I said no green chilies!

We only get one bite
to impress the judges, man.

We're not gonna impress
the judges, man,

if we set their mouths on fire.

Now, cut it with ketchup,
get your head in the game.

Come on. [ Sighs ]

Sorry.

Drew and I used to compete
together in everything...

science fairs, pinewood derby,
barbecue contests...

Till Cindy Pelligrini.

Met her here three years ago.

She and I totally hit it off

till Drew asked her out
behind my back.

Things got ugly.
She dumped us both.

So, uh,
sharp tools and open flames...

Is that really a good idea?

Eh, our mom
said enough was enough

and decided to sign us up for The
Smokeoff, put it all behind us.

We actually have a shot
at winning this year

because Landon Givens
isn't competing.

Landon...?

He's the Tiger Woods of ribs...

Won the baby-back category
five years running now.

Drew, what are you doing?

Um,
unwrapping the waygu brisket.

Meat inspection's in an hour.

It has to stay
at 45 degrees Fahrenheit

to set up
the Maillard reaction.

All right, this is critical.

No, no.
Let the healing begin.

Hardy:
Callie Cargill.

A third-year
med student, huh?

Why aren't you in school?

I'm taking some time off.

Getting married.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

I'm a three-time loser
myself.

W-what's that quote
about insanity?

Oh, uh, doing the same thing
over and over again

and expecting
different results.

[ Chuckles ] It's Einstein.

Okay, Einstein.

- You got the job.
- Really?

I need you two days a week.

I'm doing a longitudinal study

on the efficacy of various
orthopedic procedures.

These patient files
date back 10 years.

I need them organized
for statistical analysis.

Okay, uh,
by patient age, outcome?

You're the med student.
You figure it out.

You can use my office.

Oh, you mean now?

You need to be somewhere?

No.
I'm good.

Good.
I'm late for rounds.

I'll see you in a few hours.

Don't screw up.

Cashier in Everglades City
rang Jimmy up at 9:53 P.M.

He bought 10 heads of garlic
and a bag of apples,

which means he got back
to his R.V. around about 10:30,

11:00 at the latest.

Which leaves a window
for our killer

to get in and out of the R.V.
without him noticing.

That's evidence, not lunch,
and it was in Jimmy's mouth.

And this was under his lip.

Carlos:
Bar-code sticker.

Supermarkets use it
to track produce.

So, you're saying
it was a spiked apple

that triggered
his allergy attack?

It wasn't the apple.

Other than a small amount of
alcohol, his stomach was empty,

which means
he finished prepping his pig,

knocked back
his celebratory shot...

Sho' nuff...
And died.

I'm having its contents tested.

I tracked down Anna,
Jimmy's daughter.

She runs a cat rescue
in Woodstock, New York.

"Friends of Pookie."

[ Chuckles ]
Dad must've been so proud.

I called Woodstock P.D.

They're sending a squad over
to her house to notify her.

I also ran Jimmy's name
in the system.

Last year,
he filed a restraining order

against a Landon Givens.

Also has a prior for hunting
deer on a neighbor's property.

The Landon Givens,
as in the Tiger Woods of ribs?

He grew up in Everglades City.

That's the same city
Jimmy grew up in.

Jimmy never forgot
where he came from.

Maybe Landon
never forgot Jimmy.

Which would explain
why the Tiger Woods of ribs

has a beef
with Captain Barbecue.

A beef with Captain Barbecue.

That was cute.

Oh, that smells amazing.

That's Blackjack oak
right there.

Can't beat that.

Okay, chef,
what do you recommend...

Ribs, brisket,
Sonny's chicken po' boy?

I recommend you take a number.

Even if you are the police.

You're here about Jimmy Steele.

You want to know about
that restraining order.

Um, not if it stops you
from what you're doing.

I ain't never laid a finger
on that man.

I did win five titles
for the best ribs.

So, I challenged him
to a cook-off.

He gonna hide
behind his lawyers.

Blocked me from competing.

He filed papers
so I couldn't defend my title.

- Good reason to smoke the guy.
- Come on, man,

I don't need Jimmy Steele's
stamp of approval.

I got theirs.

You know, for a long time,

this was the only place

that black and whites
could share a table together.

So, long as I got food,
hungry people gonna eat.

Sho' nuff.
Oh, that was Jimmy's saying.

[ Chuckles ] Come on,
folks have been saying that

for 200 years around here.

But Jimmy was a local, right?

Uh, you two go back a ways?

Hardly.

Jimmy adopted our town
for his little down-home act.

So, if you'll excuse me,
hungry people got to eat.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Get that number.

[ Ringing continues ]
What's up, Daniel?

Daniel: Detective, you'd better
get back here... quick!

[ Popping ] Daniel?

[ Fireworks popping ]

[ Popping continues ]

Sorry for the panic call.

It was a lot worse
when it started.

An animal-rights activist buried
firecrackers in everyone's rig

while we were getting
our meat inspected.

Not going anywhere near
that one.

Just to make sure
no one cheats or pre-marinades.

One by one, we fire up our rigs

and [Whoosh]
the whole place lights up

like the Fourth of July.

Security caught her, though.

Oh, I wonder
what gave her away.

Uh, hey, Anna.
A long way from Woodstock.

How do you know my name?

Well, any friend of Pookie's
is a friend of mine.

You're Jimmy Steele's daughter.

Yeah. Well, I got nothing
to say to you.

No worries.
Your sign says it all.

Daniel.
You bet.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Do you want some?

Oh, no, I don't support
the animal-cruelty complex.

But it supports you.

Yeah, I checked
your charity financials.

You received 100 grand from
Jimmy's family trust every year.

I mean,
that's a lot of kitty litter

or was till your dad
froze your accounts last year.

Ah, see, told you I'd find
a reason for you to kill him.

Okay, for starters,
Jimmy wasn't my father.

He was my stepfather and
an insult to all living things.

Gandhi said the greatness
of a nation

and its moral progress

can be judged by the way
its animals are treated.

And Jimmy said,
"if you kill it, I'll grill it."

He celebrated animal cruelty,
but I didn't kill him.

I'm a vegan.

I believe in peace
through harmony.

Just not with your stepdad.

Yeah, your rap sheet says
that you disrupted his TV show.

You threw red paint
on his restaurants,

oh, which started right
about the time your trust ended.

Okay.

My mom had cancer,
lost her hair, couldn't eat.

The minute she was buried,
Jimmy started partying,

dating one bimbo after another.

I called him on it,
and he cut off my trust.

See, that wasn't so hard.

Although, that does now make
your motive twice as strong.

Okay, if I had killed him,

why would I
protest The Smokeoff?

Wouldn't killing the butcher

behind the ceremonial slaughter
of innocent animals

be protest enough?

Well, it would make
one hell of a distraction.

Where were you at midnight?

A gas station
on the Pennsylvania Turnpike.

I hitched a ride
with some PETA activists

I met at a foie-gras protest
in Hudson, New York.

The driver was Moon something.

He drove a white van.

Moon something, white van.

All right,
I'll get right on that.

What you should get on

is finding out who killed
my stepdad, which wasn't me.

Now, can I go?

You don't have any evidence
linking me to Jimmy's murder.

Oh, well, not yet.

But I do have plenty to
hold you on for eco-terrorism.

Fine.
I'll call my lawyer.

He'll bail me out in an hour.

Okay, fair enough.

Until then, enjoy your ribs.

Ugh.

My data set says
the peach tree is sweeter.

No, it's way too subtle.

We're going with the ash.

Ash burns too hot.

It'll completely change
our endothermic dynamic.

Endotherma-what?

Dude, seriously, you got to
get your head out of your tablet

and learn to trust your gut.

Daniel, Daniel's brother,
what do you got for me?

I looked up Anna
like you asked.

I couldn't find her listed
on any flights or buses

leaving New York this week.

Mmm.

Oh, yes,
no, that... too.

No, I meant for lunch.

Ribs, brisket?
Oh, no, no.

We, uh, cook overnight
low and slow.

- Nothing until tomorrow.
- Oh.

But I did find something
on Baby Back LLC

that you might
be interested in.

Jimmy founded the company
five months ago,

then shut it down
and took a $250,000 write-off.

Oh, that's an expensive bath.

- What was it for?
- I can't tell you.

There's no paper trails
or e-mails,

but I also
ran his credit cards.

He traveled a lot last year,

dropped 10 grand a weekend
at five-star restaurants

in Napa, New York, Paris, Rome.

Starting
the week his wife died.

Maybe he was healing
his heartbreak with food.

Or cooking a little something
on the side.

- What are you doing?
- Subacromial decompressions.

- With these?
- Yeah.

Why are you organizing them
by procedure?

'Cause you wanted
to compare procedures.

Not of a 20-year-old
with a 60-year-old.

Did you get your degree
off a cereal box?

Excuse me.

If that's not what you wanted,
then you should've said that.

Oh, so it's my fault
you're an idiot.

Okay, um, I don't appreciate
your tone, Dr. Hardy.

It goes against the hospital's
employer conduct rules.

Oh, we don't want that, do we?
So you're fired.

I'm sorry?

Now I won't be
breaking any rules

when I say you're
the worst nurse I ever hired.

[ Scoffs ]

- And probably your last.
- Huh?

My God,
you barely interviewed me

'cause no one else
would come in for the job

because you're an arrogant,
abusive ass.

Is that the best you can do?

- No.
- Yeah.

- This is.
- Huh?

Your post-op
sucks butt.

You don't use
post-op fluoroscopy

to study
a patient's pathologic motion

'cause if you did, you'd
understand the biomechanics

and prevent re-injury,
which, as we all know,

a patient
is his own worst enemy.

Kind of like you.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Nice rack...
of ribs.

You competing?

Mourning.

Cooking is my therapy,
so I, uh, set up my grill.

What is that...
honey?

[ Sighs ]
Apple-cider vinegar.

Sugar burns the meat,

and Jimmy always said,
"appearances are everything."

Well, yeah, especially if
you're having an affair at work.

Are you suggesting that I was

sleeping with my boss,
detective?

Oh, no.
No, no, no.

- I'm accusing you of it.
- Of course.

You see an attractive woman,
and you assume

that's the only possible way
that I could succeed.

No, I just saw you make a
beeline for Jimmy's nightstand,

yeah, like you'd
been there before.

I helped run the company.

The R.V.
is where he did business.

Uh, did your business, like,

at the Ritz in Paris
or the Peninsula in New York?

Yeah, every weekend
for three months,

you and Jimmy
flew to all the best restaurants

around the world.

I mean, both tickets
were on his credit card,

but that's your name
on the travel voucher.

It was research.

Well, you stayed
in the one hotel room.

Fine.
We had a fling.

Which ended three months later.

Because the fire burned out.

The fat ass dumped you?
[ Scoffs ]

If he fired me, why am I
still running his company?

Yeah, well,
work affairs are tricky.

I mean,
he couldn't fire you outright,

so you knew your days
were numbered, so, so were his.

Where were you last night?

At the Marriott
in Everglades City,

ordering room service.

But I'll save you the call.

Jimmy was planning on taking
the company public next year

to expand the Jimmy Steele
Sho' Nuff chain.

So if I was planning a coup,

wouldn't I wait
until the company doubled?

Well, not if
he wasn't planning on

taking you along for the ride.

I analyzed the bourbon,
found traces of calcium, iodine,

and an allergenic protein
called tropomyosin.

Somebody spiked his booze
with shrimp.

Gives a whole new meaning
to food poisoning.

I also filtered the bottle
and found a piece of shell...

All it took with
an acute allergy like Jimmy's.

So now we have
the murder weapon.

I also found two sets of prints

on Jimmy's favorite bottle
of bourbon... one of Jimmy's...

And the other our killer.

How's the shrimping?

Bountiful.

Better be careful, detective.

A lot of moccasins
in this swamp.

[ Sniffles ]

Don't want you getting bit.

Huh, thanks for the warning.

Hey, why don't you throw
that frog sticker away?

And that casting net.

Unless you're dumb enough
to bring a knife to a gunfight.

[ Sighs ]

You come all the way here

[sniffles] To arrest me
for using an illegal net?

No.

But for killing Jimmy Steele.

[ Sighs ]

Hands behind your back.

I was in the swamp...
shrimping.

Jim:
Did anyone see you?

Mm-hmm.
The moon.

And some gators.

Okay,
then how'd your fingerprints

end up on this bottle
of Graydon's in Jimmy's R.V.?

Same bottle that somebody
spiked with shrimp,

knowing that he'd, uh,
throw a shot back at midnight

after finishing work
on his hog, sho' nuff.

You got me.

Well, I do, Landon, on camera.

Yeah, see, Graydon's...
It's a small batch of bourbon.

Each bottle
is hand-numbered

at their distillery
in Bardstown, Kentucky,

and only three of them
were sold in Florida last month,

one of them
at Everglades City Liquors

just 3 Miles
down from your house.

When that opens
later on this morning,

I'm guessing that
that security footage

is gonna show this bad boy
smack bang in your hands,

so why don't we cut the crap

and you tell me
exactly what happened?

Okay, listen, I knew that he
went in early to cook his hog.

So I brought him
a bottle of his favorite bourbon

as a peace offering to let me
back into The Smokeoff.

I thought you had nothing
to prove.

Oh, it's easy money.

$1,000 prize
to do what I do every day.

But Sonny was...

A son of a bitch,
and he said no, so I left.

Sonny?
Who's Sonny?

That's his nickname
on the "Q" circuit.

Now, look, I ain't gonna lie...

I like the money.

But there is no way
I'm gonna kill a man for $1,000.

Yeah, but revenge
would be tasty, huh?

Detective, I got a world full
of family and friends

and way more important things
to do with my life than revenge.

Now, either
you're gonna charge me

or let me get on with my day.

All right,
just don't leave the swamp.

I already told you,

my family been on that land
for 100 years.

I ain't going nowhere
anytime soon.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Door opens, closes ]

- Hey.
- Hey.

How was your morning?

Uh, better now.

Well, that makes one of us.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Does this mean
you didn't get the fellowship?

Oh, no, I got it.
I started right away.

Oh, well, that's good, right?

It was right up until
he fired me.

Wait, what?

Yeah, turns out Dr. Hardy
is also a legendary jackass.

Oh, I'm sorry, Cal.

But look, hey, you don't have
to take on this extra work

to buy your wedding dress.

Let me buy it for you...
seriously this time.

Seriously?

Okay.

- Yeah?
- I was being silly before.

I would love that.

Thank you.
[ Chuckles ]

Aww.
Hey, Callie.

You guys set a date yet?

Not yet. There's a lot
of moving parts.

Mm, speaking of moving parts,

you're not
holding the barbecue champ?

Nah, he's not going anywhere.

Neither is
Jimmy's stepdaughter.

Anna's still here?

With her trust fund frozen,
she can't make bail.

Oh, but get this.

I was checking out his will.

Now, he may have cut Anna out of
the 100-grand-a-year trust fund,

but he did not
cut her out of the estate.

In fact,
she's his only next of kin.

Oh, looks like she won
more than a trophy

for best fireworks display.

Hey, Callie.
Did you pick a date yet?

- No.
- No.

I'm gonna go before anyone else
can ask me to set a date.

Good idea.

You are seriously
one lucky guy.

I know, right?

That's more than
I can say for Jimmy.

His med-alert necklace
had a microchip.

Gives an E.R. doc
a patient's medical history

if they're unconscious.

He survived three
allergy attacks this past year

- thanks to his epipens.
- What happened this time?

That's what I wondered
until I got his labs.

There was no epinephrine
in his blood or in the epipens

that he injected into his leg.

Someone tampered with it?

Someone close enough to know
that he'd use an epipen

to stop the effects
of an allergic attack.

Someone like
his stepdaughter, Anna,

who we have stuck in our cells

and who looked to make a killing
if stepdad got dead.

I thought your lawyer
was springing you, like, um...

18 hours ago.

He's having some trouble
reaching my bank in Woodstock.

Really?
'Cause I just called them.

Yeah, they said you've got $83
in your checking account.

It's just a few grand shy
of your bail.

[ Sighs ]

Since Jimmy froze you out,
you are seriously cash poor.

Thanks for the customer service,
detective.

Well, one thing
you could've mentioned

to your bail-bonds man
was Jimmy's will,

which, as his sole
surviving family member,

you're a hell
of a lot richer now

than you were
a couple of days ago

when he was slaughtering
innocent animals.

See, another reason
for bumping him off.

I don't care about his money,

not that it matters since I was
in Pennsylvania when he died!

Oh, right, the mysterious van
with the vegan vigilantes.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Ooh, maybe that's them
right now.

Yeah.

I finally found Baby Back LLC.

Definitely throws one of our
suspect's motives into question.

You're gonna want to see this
in person for yourself.

Last time I checked,
in person is the only way

a person can see something
for themselves, Daniel.

Daniel: I sent you a link.
[ Cellphone beeps ]

Did you find the van?

[ Applause ]

[ Southern accent ]
With my rub,

you can make your butts
as tasty as mine.

[ Applause ]

Nope, something much better.

Thank you so much.

I'm glad you enjoyed that.

Now, y'all come get you
some of this rub.

It'll make your meat
stand out in a crowd.

Come on.

Come on, try it.

You were right, Daniel.

This is definitely something
I wanted to see for myself.

Uh, excuse me.
Hi.

Coming through...
Police business. Excuse me.

Uh, official
police business. Hey.

Oh, Daisy Duke called,

said she wanted
her shorts back.

[ Sighs ]
What the hell are you doing?

Uh, what am I doing?

Oh, that's right...
Arresting you, Trina,

or should I say Barbie?

For what?

Lying to a cop,
obstructing justice,

uh, inciting a riot,
and, uh, one other thing.

- Oh, yeah, murder.
- What?!

[ Spectators booing ]

Yeah. Oh, okay.
Whoa, whoa.

Here.

Seriously detective,
you are making way too much of this.

As opposed to you
making way too little,

like you forgetting to mention

that you shot a TV pilot
that Jimmy scrapped

at the last minute.

Because he had a guest
that bailed at the last minute.

He put me in her outfit,
ran the pilot, fans ate it up,

and then he offered
to spin off my own show.

In exchange for spinning you
around hotel rooms

like in Paris, Bali, Istanbul.

He promised he was gonna sell it
to the barbecue network.

I spent three months
hounding him to send the tapes,

and, yes,
we let go and had some fun.

But then I realized that
that's all that it was

and that he was never gonna help
me, and I broke things off.

But you didn't stop
hounding him.

Yeah, my assistant
checked Jimmy's e-mails.

Couldn't find any trace
of Baby Back

until he looked
in Jimmy's trash folder.

Yeah, he tagged you for spam.

Wait. Jimmy never read
my e-mails?

No, but we did.

53 last month to be exact.

Whew!

Like,
"let me have it."

That's to the point.

"I'm begging you"...
a little desperate.

Oh, and my favorite...
"You're a pig."

Yeah, you threatened him
with breach of contract,

then with sexual harassment.

When none of that drew blood,

well, then you just killed him
and stole your pilot back.

I was in my hotel room
Thursday night.

Remember?

Which we checked to confirm.

Yeah, also found out
that you ordered shrimp cocktail

from room service
around about 8:00 P.M.,

which would've given you
plenty of time to get back here

to Jimmy's R.V.

I ordered shrimp cocktail
because I like seafood,

and I can't eat it
when I'm around Jimmy.

You knew his habits.

You knew
where he kept his epipen

and his
med-alert necklace,

knew he liked to cook here
late at night

when there was no one around
to help him.

I mean, you add anger
to opportunity and motive,

you've got all
the ingredients for murder.

Last time I checked,

ordering shrimp cocktail
is not a crime.

No, but dropping a shrimp tail

into your highly allergic boss'
favorite bourbon is.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Wait here for a second.

What's up, Colleen?

What's up is something

I just discovered
in Jimmy's medical records.

The place of birth is listed
as Lowell Correctional.

- The women's prison?
- Uh-huh.

His mom gave birth while
she was in for manslaughter.

Ran over her neighbor
with her car

after they got into a fight
at a garage sale.

The state sent Jimmy
to live with his aunt

in Everglades City.

Four years later, the aunt
goes in for selling pot.

- They both die in prison.
- Nice family.

Yeah, well, Jimmy would've
ended up in jail, too,

without his aunt's neighbors,
the Givens family.

They fostered him.

That's why he and Landon
were so competitive.

So they weren't just cooks.

They were practically brothers.

[ Sizzling ]

Daniel:
$200 waygu beef brisket.

[ Coughs ]

Tastes like an ashtray.

Way to go, little brother.

Wait a minute.

You're blaming this on me?

You're the one
with the high-tech,

meat-probe text alerts
that didn't go off.

Because you fried them
when you put in ash

and the fire got too hot!

That's what happens
when you go with your gut

instead of
thinking things through!

You mean how you thought
Cindy Pelligrini was into you

when really the whole time,
she was into me.

She was never into you.

She was totally into me.

She totally was not.

- She totally was too!
- Was not.

- Was too!
- Was not.

Was too!

[ Grunting ]

[ Sizzling ]

Hot, hot, hot!

It's hot!
Hot, hot, hot!

[ Laughs ]

[ Both laugh ]

This is a disaster.

Well, at least we tried, right?

[ Clears throat ]

[ Sniffs ] Come on,
let's hit the beer tent.

First one's on me.

No, no, no, no.

The Greens don't try.

We're The Green Machine.

Danny, it's cool, man.

We live to fight another day.

What else can we do, huh?

What else we can do
is figure out a way

back into this thing.

I came here for a ribbon,
and, damn it,

I am going home with a ribbon.

Buddy, the judging's
in like three hours.

We don't have time
to barbecue another brisket.

But we do have time
to barbecue beans.

The sides competition?

I pack Navy beans
in the pressurized cooker.

It'll have the cooking time.

We can add your spicy marinade,
blend in the rib tips.

We could add ash
for extra smoke.

I'll get the beans.

I'll get the wood.
Boom!

[ Imitates explosion ]

[ Laughs ]

[ Cellphone ringing ] Okay.

Detective.

Daniel.
Is something wrong?

My brother and I sort of
got in a little shoving match.

Oh, please don't tell me
the brisket was injured.

Okay, at least tell me
Jimmy Steele's hog

is still smoking on his rig.

I can see the smoke from here,

low and slow just like
his daddy always taught him.

His daddy, huh?

Oh, that's funny
since he never knew his daddy.

He was raised
by Landon Givens' family.

They're the ones
that taught him how to "Q,"

which he then
made millions off of.

But if he stole the recipe,

how come Landon
still beats Jimmy head to head?

Sounds like something
we should ask the pig.

Jimmy Steele?

Not that pig... the one
that's still smoking on his rig.

[ Doorbell rings ]

I got your address
from personnel.

So, not big
on boundaries, either.

I spent 40 years
running an O.R.

I'm used to being in charge.

I want you to come back.

The worst nurse
you've ever hired?

Oh, oh, oh, okay, okay, okay.

Y-you're not
the worst.

High praise.

Oh, God.
[ Scoffs ]

All right, uh,
I'm 78 years old.

I still have
a lot to contribute.

But it means asking people

to do things
I used to do myself.

Actually,
that would piss me off, too.

I don't really like asking
other people for help, either.

I don't want to have
to babysit anyone.

After four decades as a doctor,

you're the only nurse
I ever fired who didn't cry.

Well, I'm a single mom
with a teenage son

who's putting herself
through med school,

so I have a pretty thick skin.

Thick enough to come back?

Say Monday?

[ Sighs ]

You fire me again, that's it.
Understood?

Understood.

Uh...

Mmm. Moist.

Nice balance of texture.

Mmm!

And the char on this bark.

And what is that I'm getting?

A note of apple?

I'm definitely getting chicory.

Oh, no question.
Fantastic ribs.

Okay,
that was option "A."

Now for option "B."

Mmm, mmm.

Oh!
Oh, yeah.

Unbelievable.

Buttery a-and sweet.

Melt-off-the-bone
tender.

Mmm.
Both: "B."

- No question.
- Unbelievable.

It's official. Landon Givens
kicks Jimmy Steele's ass.

Mmm.
Is it the sauce?

I broke down each sauce
chemically like you asked me to,

compared them both.

They're exactly identical
down to the molecule.

Then why
are Landon's ribs better?

It's the same sauce,
same cut of meat,

same cooking time.

Only one other explanation
I can think of.

Mystery solved.

You know
why Landon's ribs rock?

I know why Anna's
still stuck in lockup

despite the fact

that she's inherited
Jimmy's $50-million estate.

He has a substantial amount
of cash tied up in escrow.

Last week, Jimmy Steele bought
a 30-acre tract

of foreclosed property.

First National Bank is holding
the escrow for the lender,

which means disbursement of
his estate is still months away.

Jim: Colleen.

You just solved
two mysteries...

Why Anna is still here

and why Landon's ribs
are so much better.

Oh.

[ Breathing heavily ]

Cutting it all down
before you leave, huh?

I already told you,
I ain't going nowhere.

Well, that's not
what First National says.

Blackjack oak, right?

It's the same kind of wood
you use in your rig.

My great-great-granddaddy
brought these seeds with him

when he moved here
from Georgia.

He smoked his hog with the wood
just like his son...

[ Breathing heavily ]

And his son's son...

And my son one day.
[ Sniffles ]

Yeah, just not Jimmy.

You said he adopted
Everglades City,

but the truth is,
your family adopted him,

gave him a life
he never would've had,

and he repaid you by
stealing your family's recipes,

your way of cooking,
even your words... sho' nuff.

He built his business
off your family's back,

made $50 million.

Yeah, I think that's enough
to kill a man for.

Didn't make him happy, did it?

Well, not until
he stole your wood

by buying your land
from underneath you.

Now, why would he do that?

Blackjack oak grows all up
and down the eastern seaboard.

Yeah, but not like it here.

It's the soil,
the brine, the sun.

Like you said,
nothing beats it.

That's why your ribs were always
better than Jimmy's, right?

And why you wanted your land,

but you weren't about
to let him take it.

So you let him have it.

[ Birds chirping ]

You never get tired
of eating, do you?

You'd think so, wouldn't you?

Which is why I really hope
you didn't kill Jimmy

'cause these baby backs
are ridiculous.

No, what's ridiculous
is you thinking

I had anything to do with it.

Well, I called First National.

Your shack here is underwater

not from lack of customers,

but because a lot of them
can't pay.

And First National's
not a food bank.

Thank you.

I don't need their charity.

But you needed Jimmy's,
didn't you?

I mean, he knew
you were in trouble.

He hijacked your land
when you were in foreclosure.

So you bought a bottle
of his favorite bourbon

and you went over there,
asked if you could stay.

But he laughed in your face.

And you knew about his allergies
from when you guys were kids.

So you grabbed a shrimp like one
that you caught from the swamp,

and you crushed its tail
into that fancy bourbon,

knowing it would kill him.

Let me tell you something.

I got hot that night,
but I couldn't kill him.

He is mean as a moccasin,
but Sonny was kinfolk.

Now, he never knew his daddy,

so my daddy took him in
and raised him as his own.

He the one that taught us
the secrets of the swamp

and grew up hunting
and fishing.

Jimmy was 6 years old
when he nearly died

from eating a shrimp po' boy.

Now, my daddy flat-out
stopped serving it,

and Jimmy got his own
chicken po' boy.

Sonny.
Mm-hmm.

That's your family nickname
for Jimmy.

Sho' nuff.

Now, to us,
he was always a Givens.

But he never saw it like that.

He was ashamed
of being an orphan.

He hated our kindness.

Enough to kick you
off your own land.

Well, his heart
was as hard as his mama's.

It's like they say...

the apple don't fall
far from the tree.

Actually, sometimes it does.

Carlos.

Need you to look into something
for me.

Oh.

You were right.

The apple in Jimmy's mouth
is a different varietal

than the one
in the pig's snout.

So he didn't buy it at Piggly
Wiggly in Everglades City?

Nope.

I tracked it through
the bar code on the sticker.

It's an organic varietal
called Stayman-Winesap.

It thrives in mild summers
and cold winters.

Well, that rules out Florida.

And with no shortage
of organic fruit

from local groves in Florida,
it's not even sold here.

Which means
the killer brought it with him

from a state
with mild summers...

And cold winters.

Thought you might be hungry.

Our vegan options
are a little thin, thank God.

It can't be easy being vegan.

Having to bring your own food
with you wherever you go.

Like the, uh,
Stayman-Winesap Apples

that you bought
in Hudson, New York.

Same type we found
in Jimmy's mouth.

[ Muffled ] That's your
smoking gun... an apple?

Well, it's the seed.

They don't grow or sell
this varietal in Florida,

but they do
in places like Hudson.

[ Sighs ]

So, when we couldn't find
your phantom vegan pals

or the phantom white van,

well, then I looked into flights
from upstate New York.

And saw
that I wasn't on one, was I?

Nope.

But then I looked again,

found a ticket purchased
by Mary Steele, your mom.

Uh, she cashed in
her frequent-flyer Miles

for an e-ticket from nearby
Hartford, Connecticut,

to Fort Lauderdale
on Thursday morning,

which is surprising 'cause
she's been dead for six months.

But as her daughter with access
to her account password,

you could cash in those miles.

Which would explain this...

TSA footage of you arriving
at Fort Lauderdale Airport

Thursday morning,

giving you plenty of time
to go to the Walmart

in Everglades City to buy, uh,

cardboard
for your protest signs

and a pack of Bubba Joe's
Boil-And-Eat Shrimp.

Now, why would a vegan
buy boil-and-eat shrimp?

Oh, wait.
[ Chuckles ]

That's right...
'cause you killed him.

You waited till Jimmy rode out
to buy garlic at 10:00,

and then you crushed the tail of
one into his favorite bourbon.

And you emptied the epipen that
you knew he kept by the grill,

and then you waited in the woods
for him to die.

It was the perfect crime.

But you couldn't resist
shoving an apple down his snout

like the pig he is...
or was.

[ Sighs ] You know...

I didn't always hate him.

When he married my mom,
he treated me like his own.

But...

Then she got sick,
and he pulled away.

He said it was because he was
abandoned as a kid, but...

but he was a man.

He didn't have to be that way.

I told him so,
and he cut me out of his life.

He said he'd worked his way up
to the top of the food chain

and he wouldn't be dragged down
by bottom-feeders.

He had no respect for life...

mine, my mother's,
or the animals he slaughtered.

So you killed him
with a shrimp,

earning you the blue ribbon
for irony.

And 25 to life for murder.

"This was a bean revolution.

"The legumes were smoky
and clean,

"yet vibrant
and perfectly seasoned.

The flecks of burnt pork
were an inspired addition."

Dude, we totally crushed it!

You know what?

If we never would've messed up,
we never would've placed.

That's 'cause we're Greens,
damn it.

We always come out on top.

Both: - Boom!
Woman: - Look at this.

Look at my blouse!
You ruined it!

[ Sighs ]

I just bought this blouse.

You got your baby-back fingers
all over it!

I'll never get this clean.

- Cindy?
- What?

Oh.

[ Chuckles ] Hey, Daniel.

Hey, Drew.

- Hey.
- Hey.

It's...

Nice to see you guys.

Yeah, it's, um...

Good to see you, too.

Okay.

Well...

Right.

We really have to go.

Bye.

Thinking what I'm thinking?

Oh, I am so thinking
what you're thinking.

You're paying for this.
[ Laughs ]

Mm.

Whoa.
No barbecue?

Actually, I'm a little Q'd out.

Words I never thought I'd say,

but, no,
just some salad for me.

Um, w-where you going?

Uh, my room...
Um, homework.

He means Facebook.

See you tomorrow.

Yeah, I know.

I just thought we'd have
a little family time.

Busy lives, busy schedules.

Trust me, this is family time.

Speaking of,
I took the fellowship again.

- With the wacko?
- He's not a wacko.

He's just dealing with
not being who he was.

Yeah, and taking it out on you.

I can handle it,
and I can get my wedding dress

in six weeks
when I've earned it.

I told you, I'll pay for it.

Well, now you can put that money
towards whatever exotic locale

you're gonna take me
for our honeymoon.

Oh, I see where this is going.

Hey, what's...
What's that?

Oh, it's, uh...
Hardy wrote a seminal paper

on ACL regeneration.

There's dressing in the fridge.

No, no, no.

I-I thought we'd, um, uh, go
through dates for the wedding.

I'm sorry.

I really need
to read this tonight.

Do you mind?

No, of course not.
No, no, I get it.

Thanks.

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