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Previously...There'’s the rest
of the dream team!

I hired my own P.I.
to find the ring.

From what I hear,
it'’s an heirloom

dating all the way back
to the pharaohs.

Gimme your wallet and phone,
bitch.

This is you, right?
You'’re the Sea Sprite shitter.

Hey!

Hey, that was my phone!

You bi-

Well, I saw
this clown'’s friend

put some powdery shit
in those girls'’ drinks.

Maybe he'’ll get hit
by a car.

Violence
is the unintended consequence
of letting a town go to seed.

Big Dick Casablancas

and Clyde Pickett--
they'’re responsible

for the bombings.

You little piece of shit!

Cussing mothercusser.

He--Bugged our office.

I believe you'’re right.

It'’s a theory. I wouldn'’t
stake my reputation on it.

I might stake yours, but...

What? Hello. What do we have here?

Is that a bug?

Who do you think? Powell divorce, probably.

20 million changing hands.
And his people were dirty.

What about Whole Lotta Lotta
versus Ramirez?

Those lawyers
who came in here?

Hmm. Could have been
the pizza man.

Who? Penn Epner

and his merry band
of Murderheads.

Remember? He came in here
wanting to combine forces?

That guy couldn'’t find his ass with both hands!

You wanna keep this? No, I don'’t use that brand.

Well, shit.

♪ A long time ago

♪ We used to be friends

♪ But I haven'’t thought of you
lately at all ♪

♪ Bring it on,
bring it on, yeah ♪

♪ Just remember me when

♪ We used to be friends

♪ A long time ago

♪ We used to be friends

♪ A long time ago

♪ We used to be friends

♪ Hey

So the pizza guy
bugged your office?

Mm-hm.
But we took care of it.

Hey. Can we talk about this?

Yeah, about how
I'’m saving the planet
by biking everywhere?

Yeah, you'’re basically
the Lorax.

Um, is it possible

that we could tie
your little friend up outside?

Anything, my love.

Wait a minute.

Hm?
Come here.

I just want to remember
what it looked like

before it got shrunk.

You'’ve made that joke before.

I know. It'’s a solid bit.Hm.

So, we'’ll meet up at Wallace'’s
after work?

Ohh.

Wallace'’s housewarming.

You know,
I love Wallace, and Shae,

but some
of their friends are...

Yuppies?

Boring yuppies.

Text from Leo.
Oh. Okay.

"Mark those five hours yesterday
as billable.

If an FBI auditor calls,
you have my back, right?"

Then there'’s a--
I'’m not emoji savvy,

Yep.but it looks like a wink.

Yes, it'’s a wink.

So...how many courses
was this lunch, Veronica?

We did some casework
afterwards.
Uh-huh.

You knew we were having lunch.

Yeah. At five hours,
shouldn'’t it be called
something else?

I thought
your therapist had driven

all these dark thoughts
out of your head.

Well, whaddya know,
there are a few left.

You gonna talk about this
with her?

I don'’t like to go in
with a set playlist.

I like to keep it
improvisational,
like jazz.

Another ding on therapy.
It'’s like jazz.

But yeah, your marathon lunch
will probably come up.

You guys thought
you caught this asshole,

and you quit looking.

And now one of us
has a dead son.

We haven'’t quit looking.

That man accused
at the meeting last night,
why isn'’t he in custody?

I'’m very sorry for your loss,
Mr. Linden, but rest assured,

we are doing everything
in our power--

I'’m gonna stop you right
there... Marcia.

May I call you Marcia?

Sure.

Enough with
the steady stream of bullshit.

I mean, it'’s like a bull

somehow found its way
into your mouth

and is just lettin'’ it rip.Okay, Mr. Linden--

Now, I started
an online gambling empire

on the back of a credit card
with a $500 spending limit.

And now I own
my own goddamn island,
on which I am literally king.

Mr. Linden--Because I'’m direct.

Because I'’m not afraid
to ruffle any feathers.

And because
I don'’t sit on my ass
in the middle of a crisis.

Mr. Linden--No. Excuse-excuse me.

You know, years from now,

when kids
are building sand castles
on Neptune'’s beaches,

they'’re gonna be finding
pieces of my boy'’s skull.

And meanwhile, Marcia,

you and your
Podunk police department--Mr. Linden, sit down.

No, I'’m happy standing.

I don'’t give a good goddamn
how happy you are.

I said sit down.

All right.

Now...

out on Dipshit Island,

you can swing
your little dick around
all you like,

but Neptune?
That'’s my island.

I will find
the responsible party,

but let me make
a few things clear.

Your boy,
may he rest in peace,

was an asshole.

His hobby was drugging girls

who might not otherwise
have sex with him.

And you, sir,
are under investigation

for tax fraud and tax evasion

and will soon be sipping drinks
out of a coconut

in federal custody.

Oh, I know exactly who you are,
Calvin Linden.

And you don'’t scare me.

So...

here'’s how this is going to go.

You are going
to leave this office now

and let me do my job.

Is that understood?

Hey!

You guys want a real story?

C'’mon, get your asses over here.

You lined up on me all right?

Good? Good.

My name is Calvin Linden.

King of Platform 1881

and CEO of Fan Fantasy Fantasia.

My son...

was Prince Bryce Linden.

As we speak,

I am texting
my secretary of the treasury

to prepare a check
for $250,000,

payable to whoever finds
my son'’s killer.

I prefer that
he be brought in alive,

because I'’m gonna kill
that prick myself. But...

I can be flexible on that point.
Whatever.

Mr. Linden. Mr. Linden, sir.

Yeah, Stretch.
What do you need?

Do you have any theories
on who might have...

No.

Thanks, babe.

Hey, look who it is, Noah.
It'’s Auntie Veronica.

Bearing gifts.

You guy aren'’t weird
about grenades, are you?

Oh, '’course not.
And just in time.

He was getting tired
of the throwing stars
you gave him.

And our poor dog--

You don'’t have a dog.

Well, not anymore.

Thank you so much for coming.Thanks for having me.

Shae!

Oh, excuse me, Veronica.

I'’m glad you made it.

I thought you would be out
chasing that reward.

Pfft.
It'’s gonna be a nightmare.

Every idiot in town
stepping on clues? No.

Well, I was about
to put Noah down.

I'’m a big girl.
I'’ll be fine.

We want to preserve
the bathroom'’s original
integrity,

but tracking down vintage tile
that matches...

And you finally find
the correct shade,
but it'’s not the correct size.

Ya know?

Have you tried
the hummus?

A-maz-ing.

I'’m not really
a hummus girl.

Trust me,
it'’ll change your life.

A P.I.

That must be fascinating.

I used to love watching
Charlie Chan movies
with my grandpa.

It'’s pretty different.Well, obviously,

but the idea'’s
basically the same.

Eliza was 53rd
on the waiting list

for three spots
at this preschool.

Ooh. Not great.So, when I got pregnant again,

I called and I asked to see
if I could get my unborn child
on the list,

and they said sure.
And here is the crazy part--

How could this
get any crazier?

Nicole. Hey,
when did you get--

Shh. I need to hear
the end of this. Go on.

Riverwood gives preferential
treatment to siblings,

so...my fetus actually ends up
getting Eliza in.

That'’s mind-boggling.Yeah? Wow.

Yeah. I mean,
it'’s nothing

compared to what happened
with Veronica'’s kids.

My kids. Yeah.Yeah.

That was insane.Insane.

Well, tell her the story.Oh, I'’ve told it
so many times.

You have to hear it.
It'’s so good, though.

So I was searching
for a preschool
for my twins,

uh, Hakeem
and Olajuwon.

Hakeem is a dream,

and Olajuwon
has the heart of a champion.

You'’re very sweet.

The preschool that I liked
is very gung-ho about diversity.

They hear those names,
they make certain assumptions.

They assume they were black.
And African. And Muslim.

Yeah. But we'’re not Muslim.

And so, on the first day,
two little blond boys show up

and the school was like,
"What?!"

And while I swear
I had no intention
of gaming the system--

She'’s just a huge fan of 1990s
Houston Rockets basketball.

Mm-hm.
But it'’s a great preschool,

so I just kept
my big trap shut.

Excuse me.

Whew.

What now?

I wouldn'’t have thought of you
as someone who vapes.

Took you for old-school.

Well, my bong
doesn'’t fit in my bag.

Mm.

Your bag is vibrating,
Veronica.

What have you got in there?

Mr. Rabbit, is that you?

No, it'’s Mr. Phone.

Ohh.

Hey, Honey Bunches of Oats.

Hey, Cap'’n Crunch.

Looks like I'’m not gettin'’ off
till late.

The congressman'’s gettin'’
stir-crazy.

Coolio. It'’s fine.
Don'’t worry about it

Are you high?

Yeah. On life.

And weed.

Nicole brought it.

Fun. Just promise
you won'’t drive.

I promise.

Same goes for Nicole.

Nicole, my dad
says you cannot drive.

No problem. I have a driver.

Hey, I'’m sorry
about this morning.

I shouldn'’t
have perused your messages.

That one from Leo, though,

was a real page-turner.

Forgiven. But...

just so you know,
if the situation were reversed,

I would consider your privacy
sacred.

You are high.

Okay, bye! Okay, bye!

You have a gun.

And a hairbrush.
You have a driver?

I do.
Can we shoot it?

It'’s mostly just used
for brushing hair.

Oh! The gun.

Mm.

So, I know who not to get
in a gunfight with.

I'’m not usually
that accurate,

I just really hate bottles.

They'’re the worst.

But as a bar owner,
I'’ve learned to make my peace.

Comrade Quacks.

Okay, how did
a cosmopolitan woman like you

end up owning
a place like that?

A shitty meat market
with a stupid name

when, on a personal level,
I'’m dope as hell?

Basically.

Well,
the original owner,
Ilya Varushkin,

was this crazy Russian.

I was a cocktail waitress,
and we'’d get off at 4:00 a.m.

and be forced to walk
the five blocks back
to where we parked,

and Ilya refused
to provide security,
or lights,

despite our repeated requests.

And one night--

morning--

I was attacked and raped.

Shit.

Sorry, I didn'’t...

No, I mean,
I sued that Russian prick
for all he had.

Turns out all he had
was Comrade Quacks. So...

You think construction sites
have security?

My family
had a construction business.
Trust me, we'’re fine.

Ah.
Mm.

What were we talking about?

Uh...um...men suck.

Ah. Yes.

Some.

Many.

Aaron Heller,
who called me the C-word

because
I canceled plans with him
the day my mum died.

Sam Hicks,
who said I completed him

and then completed
in my roommate'’s mouth.

The asshole who raped me

and every other asshole
who'’s put his hands
and his mouth

and his dick
where it didn'’t belong.

Your turn.

Find every last scrap of dirt

on that lying piece of shit!

Penn'’s a punk,
no argument there.

I want to know every girl
who ever laughed in his face.

Every sweat sock
he ever tried to impregnate.

Every back zit he ever popped.

But you'’ll just end up

making this
into a bigger thing--

I'’mmakin'’ it a bigger thing?!

He stood up
in front of the City Council!

But Clyde,
no one believes him!

He'’s the pizza boy
who cried wolf!

And if I'’ve learned anything
from hip hop,

you don'’t punch down.

I--

You listen to hip hop?No.

But Veronica dragged me
to Straight Outta Compton.

I feel I'’m up to speed.

Come on.

You all right?

Yeah.

Sorry, this kind of shit
just really sets me off,
ya know?

I'’ve worked very hard
to get back some semblance
of respectability.

And it'’s not like
I don'’t get it. I get it.

I'’ve done some things
I'’m not proud of.

Haven'’t we all?

We haven'’t all
robbed multiple banks.

Not for lack of trying.Yeah.

I do feel like
shootin'’ something, though.
You wanna join me?

Promise there'’ll be beer?Scout'’s honor.

See ya at noon.

Oh, my God, oh, my God.

Oh. My. God.

Have you thought
about what you'’re gonna wear?

I'’m thinking a backless top,

but with jeans,
just to balance it out.

I was thinkin'’ trench coat,
nothing underneath.

Ooh, the old standby.

And where is
your gentleman caller
taking you tomorrow, Dad?

Duck hunting.

Kinky.

You realize it'’s not gonna be
in a carnival booth?

Gives me a chance
to work him.

You and our prime suspect,
drunk,

in a secluded wood with guns.

What could go wrong?

That'’s the spirit.

Any luck
tying him and Big Dick
to those shell companies?

You were bragging about
your mad computer skills.

No, I meant
"bad" computer skills.

The list is on my computer.
Have at it.

Still feel like we'’re on
the right track here?

I do.

Lay it out for me.

Big Dick wants to remake
the boardwalk on a budget,

so he enlists his Chino pal,
Clyde,

to soften up the market.

The harassment campaign

isn'’t driving
local business owners out
fast enough,

so they commission
a bunch of bombs

from their other Chino pal,
Perry Walsh.

We get close to Walsh, they...

And they still have some bombs,

so they just keep going.

I can almost get there.

It'’s just...

the collar bomb.

Maybe Big Dick and Clyde

would kill
to get what they want,

but this collar bomb,

the person who does that

feels like someone
just released
from Arkham Asylum.

So this is what
it would have been like

if you had friends
in high school.

What?

The former owner
of Comrade Quacks

just asked Nicole for a favor.

Why is that funny?

She sued the guy.

Took the only thing he owned.
Comrade Quacks.

Sued him over what?

Um, not providing adequate
security.

She was raped?

I didn'’t say--

Nightclub
is a sizeable settlement,

I can tell
she wasn'’t murdered...

and you said
it was over security.

You should be
a private investigator.

Why are you so fired up?

I was looking for patterns
among the victims.

Have you noticed
that each of the bombs

killed someone
with a sex offense
in his history?

Jimmy Hatfield,
at the Sea Sprite,
kicked out of his first college

after two women
accused him of popping up
in their dorm room beds

naked and uninvited.

Perry Walsh.
Mailed an ex-girlfriend
a package bomb

along with a misogyny-laced
"get well soon" card.

Bryce Linden, accused earlier
of trying to roofie women,

and you told me
that the margarita slinger
on the beach

said something sexual to you.

It'’s a pattern.
But I was missing a perp.

And now?What about Nicole?

As the perp?!I'’m just sayin'’.

We saw what she did
to Jimmy Hatfield.

Not a lot of ladies
slip on sap gloves

and knock men out
with practiced right hooks.

Plus we know for sure
that almost every victim

passed through Quacks.

This is a cussing joke, right?

I make fun of you
for befriending
our lead suspect,

and now you pull this theory
out of your ass.

Yeah, I'’m probably
grasping at straws.

She hasn'’t spoken about
her expertise with explosives,
has she?

Oh, yeah.
She makes those
perfectly round bombs

like Boris and Natasha.
And she likes to--

What?

Her family
is in construction,
which means--

Demolition.
She has the know-how.

But answer this.

Nicole'’s business
hinges on spring break.

Why would she destroy
her livelihood?

Fair enough.

Point, set, match.

Mynew friendis not a mass murderer.

Yours probably is.

We'’ll see.

Chief.

Things just got weirder.

What'’s that?

It'’s a note from someone
claiming to be the bomber.

Let me see that.

Y'’know, you should probably
wear gloves.

Or I can just read it to you.

"I am the Neptune
spring break bomber.

"I hope you and your
feeble-minded officers

"have enjoyed
my first four explosions.

"But now the real fun begins,

unless you accede
to my demands."

And there'’s...
an ultimatum for the mayor.

Let me see that.And something about Neptune

prostituting itself
each year.

Has anybody else seen this?

Yeah, I'’m coming home now.

Do you want me
to pick something up for dinner?

Like reallycooking?
Or opening cans of soup?

Maybe you should handle dinner.

Nope, a recidivist.
Be back soon.

Weevil?

What'’s wrong with you,
Veronica?

You know, there are
a range of opinions.

You got a problem with me,
deal with me.

What you talkin'’ '’bout,
Weevil?

Using a 19-year-old kid
as a chip.

Wow. That'’s some gutter shit.

Try remembering
when you were cool.

Hm. Well, I mean,
since you asked so nicely.

Juan Diego'’s brother?

He took out
two high-ranking

Nuestra Familia
street commanders.

That kid shows up
in the Cali prison system,

they'’re gonna
put him in a box.

Oh, that Juan Diego.
The ice machine shitter.

Well, maybe he should
have considered that

before he held a knife
to my throat.

But you know what?

Bygones.

Now, if you'’ll just...
fill me in

on what'’s causing the uptick
in petty crime by the boardwalk,

my heart will remain
three sizes too big.

No clue.

Bullshit!

You and me...

we were close once.

If there'’s
anything left--

There'’s not.

My dad went out on a limb
for you.

He and Cliff spent a year

building your case against
the Sheriff'’s Department,

and you settled
behind their backs.

I had a wife and a daughter
to think about.

I don'’t live
on Cherry Tree Lane, V!

I needed the money!

Does that
make me a criminal?

No. Being a criminal
makes you a criminal.

Which is why Jade split town,
right?

She didn'’t want her kid
raised by a--

Stop there, Veronica!

Hector.

Yeah. Go ahead.

Are you sure?

That'’s great news.
All right.

Yeah, bye.

Great news, huh?

Did you make the cover
of Hoodlum Weekly?

Cops can'’t find the guy
who filed the complaint
against Juan Diego.

He must'’ve split town.

So the charges are dropped!
How about that?

Turns out
I'’m not lowdown gutter trash.

Jury'’s out.

The primary font he used
is Avenir.

Which is French for "future."

Is he maybe indicating
time frame?

Avenir'’s also classified
as a geometric typeface.

I'’ll start drawing squares,
triangles, and trapezoids
through the text.

Maybe there'’s a message.

The word "fun" is blue.

"House" is red.
Red and blue make purple.

Purple funhouse.

The funhouse version...
of purple is green.

The next bomb
won'’t be at the beach,

it'’ll be somewhere green.

A field, a wooded area,
someone'’s lawn.

Well, that narrows it down
to literally everywhere.

And the funhouse version
of purple is green? What?!

What'’s your better idea?

You know what, it'’s not better
than funhouse purple.

But you'’ve set the bar so high,
Don.

You'’re still stuck on
your Big Dick theory, Penn?

Why?

The $250,000 reward?

I mean, I understand
I'’m not independently wealthy

like the rest of you,
so by all means,

keep following Don
down the garden path.

Think about it, Penn.

Does this note
really sound like Big Dick?

Did it ever occur to you
that it could be fake?

Big Dick or Clyde Pickett

could have written it
to throw us off the scent!

Everyone hold on
to your straws.

Someone'’s grasping for them.

You know what...

Are you changing
my filter again?

Did he change it?
What did he make me?

Look, it may sound absurd--

You'’re shitting me.
It'’s bullshit.

It'’s some dumb kid
from Hearst College
thinking he'’s funny.

Well, maybe.

But if there'’s even
a five percent chance--

No, I say we roll the dice.
I'’m not doing this.

Way to stake out
the moral high ground, Mark.

Eat shit, Marcia!

Theresa, will you
talk some sense into her?

Mark, I agree
with Chief Langdon.

From a human standpoint,

and not to be crass, but from
a political standpoint as well,

I don'’t see where
you have much choice.

I need to call my wife.

You'’d do it if you were mayor.

You'’re a natural-born hero.

Debatable.

You buyin'’ that letter?
It reeks of knucklehead.

Agreed. I guess we'’ll know if,
as the letter promises,

"the real fun
is only just beginning."

You fare any better than I did
on those shell companies?

Nope. We'’re gonna need someone
with serious hacking chops.

I thought you youngsters
were all computer whizzes.

What happened?
Too busy taking selfies?

Hey, are you
cooking something?

Nope.

You sure
you'’re not cooking anything?

Holy shit!

Ohh.

Your breakfast burrito,
I presume?

Yeah. I heated up the toaster
and I forgot to put it in.

Maybe if we just
hook up jumper cables

to your brain every morning?

Yi-yi-yi.

What is goin'’ on with you?

Hello?

Anybody there? It'’s Matty.

So I...thought I should drop by

and, um, apologize.

For?

I told Penn your theory...

about all the criminal activity
being sourced back to Chino.

I didn'’t think
he'’d go broadcasting it--

It'’s okay.
I knew a girl your age

who frequently
made ill-advised decisions.

Who?
Hm?

I just wanna be able to help.

How are your hacking skills?

Non-existent.

Oh, cuss a duck.

I do know someone, though.
He'’s amazing.

You guys read about how
everyone at Neptune High

got straight A'’s last year?

Yeah. That was him?Mm-hm.

Wow. He'’s a friend of yours?

Um, not really.

That'’s too bad.

I think he likes me, though.

Hey there. Hey, good morning.

Hey. Matty.
Have you seen Caelen?

Uh, he had to talk to Ms. Adler.
He should be here soon.

You excited?About?

San Diego Air & Space Museum!

It'’s the Curtiss B-1 Robin
of field trips!

Is that a plane?

Yes. That'’s a plane.

Listen up.

We only have a few hours
at the museum, and a lot to see.

So I need you all
on best behavior.

And just a reminder, I'’m still
waiting on computing programs

from our optics unit
from some of you.

You hear that last part, Owen?

I know the work'’s
below your level--

A kid in diapers could write
a scratch version of Pong.

I have a kid in diapers.
I'’ll test your theory.

I still need you to turn it in.

He doesn'’t get it.

No one
at this school does.

"Get your assignments done,
move through the maze..."

It'’s like, who cares
that you'’ve got this...

giant brain in there?

Hey...

weird question.

Do you know anything
about real estate?

Sorry.

Ohh. That'’s too bad.

I have all these people
coming at me
to buy my dad'’s motel,

and I wanna pick
the right one,

but I'’m having
an impossible time

getting info
on the companies.

I'’m rambling.
Sorry to bug you.

Wait, hold on.

You can hack their systems.

I'’m sure these places
have insane security.

I'’d have to be...
a computer genius.

You wouldn'’t have to be.

Oh, my God, Owen.

That'’s so sweet.

It'’s a slippery slope,
Owen.

While my client
did have relations

with the man in question,
no money changed hands.

Really.

The john was fresh from
a tour in Afghanistan,

and Ms. Carlyle has
a "veterans fly free" policy.

My client
has saluted many vets.

Men, women,

from both Iraq wars,
Vietnam, Korea--

even an intrepid
World War II vet.

They really are
the Greatest Generation.

I'’m perfectly willing

to trot out
every last one of them,

but wouldn'’t it be better

to applaud Ms. Carlyle'’s
love of country

rather than putting us all
through a lengthy trial?

Motion for dismissal granted.

Ms. Carlyle, you'’re free to go.

Thank you, Your Honor.
And God bless America.

That'’s what I'’ve been saying.
Taking a knee ispatriotic.

Hello, Veronica. Ohh.

What can I do for you?

Juan Diego De La Cruz.
I believe he'’s a client
of yours?

Only for another couple hours.
Charges have been dropped.

That one'’s
in the win column.

New charges
were just filed against him.

Well, shit.
By me.

If I could be so bold--

I need leverage over Weevil.

Begging the question...

Weevil may not
have anything to do
with the bombs,

but I think
he has information

that could get us closer
to knowing who does.

Juan Diego is scheduled
to be re-arraigned
this afternoon.

I'’d planned on
taking The Missus
on a hike this afternoon.

The Missus is my new puppy.

You named your dog The Missus?

Says the owner
of a dog named Pony.

Okay.
So, Weevil...

can'’t be happy about
any of this, I take it.

I guarantee it.

Then The Missus
will understand.

One more thing.

Middle-aged white guys

share secrets with others
of their kind, don'’t they?

How else would we know which
no-prescription-needed websites
selling Viagra are legit?

Gross. Has my dad talked to you
about memory issues?

I forget.

Cliff.

Cliff!

Have you noticed

anything unusual
with my dad?

With his memory?
Unusual?

You cagey mothercusser.
Tell me what you know.

It is not my place to say,
Veronica. Ask your dad.

Now, if you'’ll excuse me,

I have a new old client
I need to see.

I don'’t think
I can do this.

Of course you can.
You are the bravest man I know.

My dad is going to see.

All our friends.
What'’ll they think?

They'’ll think
what everyone else
in town is going to think:

that Mark Dobbins
is a hero.

What about your sister?
She won'’t think I'’m a hero.

My sister'’s a bitch.

Come here.

I'’m so proud of you.

Ahh, I shoulda
worked out more.

You look great. Come on.

Oh, um--

what about your shoes?

The letter said
"not a stitch."

I-I-I can'’t run
without shoes.

I think...
this humiliation was the point.

I'’m sure you'’re right.

Go get '’em.

Okay...

You hear Santino and Tomas
were gunned down?

What'’s that,
nine more dead now?

Just since
we'’ve been here?

Try this.

It'’s got lavender?
Like the flower?

Just a hint.

That'’s good!
Yeah.

That'’s really good!

A lavender latte?

Por favor? Sure.

Could you imaging
having a meal like this
back home?

Without lookin'’
over your shoulder
every second,

afraid you'’ll be shot
in the back?

But for fate,
we coulda been born here.

This coulda been our lives.

So normal.

To normal.
To normal.

You know me, Veronica.
What do I always say?

"Are you gonna eat that?"

Please. I always say,

"You don'’t negotiate
with terrorists."

I don'’t think
I'’ve heard you say that once

in the 25 years
I'’ve known you.

Regardless,
watching our valiant mayor

trotting down Ocean Ave
in his altogether

was pretty damn
entertaining.

Here it is.

Wait, that'’s the video
you want to show me?

The naked mayor one?
No. That poor man.

Poor man? Oh, obviously,
you haven'’t seen the video.

He'’s a human tripod.

It'’s like watching
The War of the Worlds.

Oh. Here'’s one of The Missus
being humped by Smoky Joe,

the neighborhood
Lothario.

Counselor?
Your client?

Thanks, Deputy.

Who are you?

I'’m your court-appointed lawyer.
Cliff McCorm--

Whatever.
Why is she here?

She'’s your accuser.

Since when?
I thought I was getting out.

Since this morning.
Stay strong, JD.

Oh, lady, come on!

"Lady"? Cuss you.

"Lady."

You have no idea
what you'’re doing here.

I'’m pretty sure I do.

I'’m putting you
in an impossible situation.

If you don'’t give me
satisfactory answers
to my questions,

I have the power
to put you in Chino

where people are waiting
to kill you.

And if I tell you
what you wanna know,
I'’m just as dead.

Where'’d this money
come from?

My wallet.
You stole '’em.

How did youget '’em?

I own a casino.

Okay. I'’m done here.

Where'’s the DA'’s office again?

I just wanna stop by
and let '’em know

how terrified I was
when your client
held a knife to my throat.

You don'’t care
that you'’re gonna
end up getting me killed?

You don'’t seem to care about

all those people
getting killed by bombs.

Bombs? I have
nothing to do with bombs.

I am not so sure.

Six hundred.

I mean, it'’s not a fortune,

but it'’ll get you
far away from here.

Talk to me and it'’s yours.

Weevil.

He gave us a yard for every
spring breaker'’s wallet we took.

You ever see Weevil
with this guy?

Lots of folks
need body work done.
I can'’t keep track of '’em all.

I'’d prefer you don'’t die,
but that'’s all it is,
a preference.

Yeah, I saw him, okay?

That'’s the money man.
Clyde something.

He'’d drop by Weevil'’s shop,

and when we saw him
I knew it was payday.

Weevil said that he'’s someone
that we don'’t want to mess with.

♪ On the first part
of the journey...♪

Want a beer?

Please. ♪ I was lookin'’ at
all the life ♪

♪ There were plants and birds
and rocks...♪

That is impressive.

Very impressive.

♪ The first thing I met
was a fly with a buzz ♪

Can I make
a confession?

♪ ...with no clouds

I'’ve never been hunting.

Coulda fooled me.

You'’ve shot at people,
though, right?
I have.

Pretty much the same principle.
Cheers.

♪ It felt good
to be out of the rain ♪

Okay, first concert.

CCR. I was nine.

Ended up being
their final tour.

Wow. Weren'’t you Joe Cool?

Ugh.

Yeah?

I don'’t care.

No, I promise you, I don'’t.

Just...

tell that son of a bitch
he is gone.

If he'’s still there
when I get back,
I'’ll tell him face-to-face,

and he will not enjoy
that encounter.

♪ I was looking
at a river bed... ♪

No pets.

Very clear policy.

This jackass renting
one of our units

has a boa constrictor
that keeps getting loose!

Could come in handy
if you have an ocelot problem.

I gotta take a piss.Okay.

♪ There ain'’t no one
for to give you no pain ♪

♪ Da da, da,
da da da da da ♪

♪ Da da da, da da

♪ Da da, da,
da da da da da...♪

Goddamnit. Goddamnit.

What'’s the point
of all this technology
if it doesn'’t work?

Stupid thing
isn'’t taking my thumb print.

Well, that could be
because thatstupid thing

only takes
mythumb print.

Oh, God, ya see?

See? I'’m losing it.
I'’m losing--

So, I managed
to get some alone time
with Clyde'’s phone.

Interested in
what he and Big Dick

have texted each other
about the bombings?

Big Dick: "There'’s gonna be
no Neptune left worth owning

"if these bombs
keep going off.

Not sure we have the
right police chief
for the moment."

Clyde responds,
"At least people realize

"your dead library friend
isn'’t the guy,

not after
the horse collar bomb."

And it goes along like this.

Just two guys
trying to figure out
who they think is responsible.

How'’d you get ahold
of Clyde'’s phone?

Clyde took a call
and then left the duck blind
to relieve himself.

I know what you'’re gonna say.

That he left his phone out

for you to explore?

Clyde is responsible
for all the shit
going down around town.

He'’s got
a whole ex-con network--

That'’s the theory.

It'’s not a theory anymore.
It'’s a fact.

I know he'’s paying Weevil
to send out PCH-ers

to mug tourists
and vandalize businesses.

And the grocery store rats

did come courtesy
of an ex-con

employed at Dobie'’s
Sweet Release bakery.

And I think
it'’s safe to assume

that Matty was right about
the first bomb being placed

in the vending machine
from Alpha-Jolly,

courtesy of fellow
Chino inmate Perry Walsh.

I see you'’ve been digging
through my personal files.

Your memory journal.

Were you ever
gonna tell me?

I didn'’t want
to scare you.

Well, guess what. I'’m scared.

I'’m not dying.

Well, that'’s reassuring.I'’ve seen doctors.

Yeah, like this, um,
fancy pants in Beverly Hills?

Did you take out
a second mortgage?

Clyde got me in there.

And I know what
you'’re gonna say.

I lost my perspective.
And maybe you'’re right.
Ethically--

Do you think I give a shit
about ethics here?

If Clyde and Big Dick offer you
top-flight medical care,

you say yes. You hear me?

Screw appearances.

I know Keith Mars
can'’t be bought.

I'’ve been thinking a lot
lately.

Obsessing, really.
Veronica, I am afraid that

I'’m just gonna end up
doing something stupid.

No.
Somethin'’ dumb.

Forget something.
Blow a case.

Or worse...
get one of us hurt.

I'’m starting to think that
maybe it'’s time to hang it up.

What?

No. You'’re 56.

56 is the new 19.
I can show you the article.

56 is 56, Veronica.

Once we wrap up this case...

take a vacation.

I'’ll hold down the fort.

Let'’s talk about that.

At first,
I thought he was gonna say
he was retiring,

which would
have been bad enough.

Instead, he tells me
we should shut down the business

and I should go chase waterfalls
or some shit.

Does he actually think
that I would leave town

after hearing news like that?

"Oh, a doctor put you
on medication for dementia?

Cool! See ya!"

Sounds like
he wants you to leave.

He'’s being a martyr.
Trying to let me off the hook.

Because you being off the hook
will make him happy.

Please. I cannot deal
with Therapy Logan right now.

Y'’know, there'’s this scene
in The Crucible--

Oh. Broadway Logan
might not be much better.

Salem witch trials.

This guy'’s dying
under the weight
of these heavy stones.

But...

he won'’t give in
to his tormenters.

He just keeps saying,
"More weight."

Okay, I--

That'’s you, Veronica.

I'’m a witch?You'’re not happy.

And you act like
you don'’t have the power
to change your circumstances.

I love you. I do.

But if I'’m not what you want,
say so.

You want to stay in Neptune,
you want to leave Neptune--

it'’s also your call.

It'’s your life.
You get to do what you want.

Are you serious right now?
I do what I want.

No, you don'’t.

Not really.

Ooh, you are starting
to piss me off.

If I wasn'’t around
and your father wasn'’t around,

what would you be doing?

I would be sticking my head
in the oven,

because the two
most important people
in my life would be gone.

I'’m sorry.

It was the wrong time
to bring this up.

Your dad'’s gonna be fine.

It'’s all gonna be okay.

Hello.

Ho ho ho ho! Look at that.

She seems nice.

This is the cheap shit
lost-and-found, isn'’t it?

I mean, if you did find
an Egyptian heirloom ring

that belonged to a congressman
that was worth
hundreds of thousands,

you wouldn'’t keep it in here,
would you?

That'’s all there is.

That'’s all there is.
All right.

Wonderful bedside manner.

There ya are. Ha ha ha!

Help me with the wind.

Oh, yeah. Mm.

Mm.

Oh! Nicole Malloy.
Just the lady I was lookin'’ for.

Ah. Seen your face on benches.Thank you.

I'’m on my way out.
Well.

Well, this'’ll
just take a minute.

Ya know, just a minute.

So, from what I can suss out,

all the bombing victims
spent time in your club, right?

So I'’m thinkin'’ that the killer
was pickin'’ his victims here.

And I'’m hopin'’ that maybe
you can let me check out

the security footage
dating back to the first day

that the spring breakers
came into town.

Why would I do that?
$250,000.

It'’s a nice chunk of change,
right?

I certainly can be persuaded
to spring--

Gotta get outta here! Let'’s go!

So, prior to the blast,
did you notice anyone
suspicious?

Yeah. The bartender
had a bad attitude.

It made me uncomfortable.

So, the bomb.
Men'’s room or ladies'’?

I'’ll ask the questions,
Mr. Van Lowe.

Call me Vinnie.

Chief...

no dead so far.

Three in critical condition.

More of these nails.

Muchas gracias.

So, where were we?

I believe you were giving me
a list of your persons
of interest?

Are you all right?
I got here as fast as I could.

You: stay.

This is a crime scene.
No P.I.s.

He'’s a P.I.

He'’s a witness.Yeah, I'’m a witness.

Well,
Veronica'’s my friend..

She came to comfort me
at my request.

Congrats, Veronica.
You found a friend.

Is that a woman'’s jacket,
Vinnie?

It was free.

I should hope so.

Ms. Mars? Please.

I'’ll be okay.

We still on
for tomorrow night?

More than ever.
Okay.

I just have
a couple more questions.

I have a few as well.Excuse me?

I'’m sorry. You go first,
and then I'’ll answer.

I'’ll follow up.
I'’ll be the caboose.

Alexa, shuffle my playlist
After Work Tunes.

Shuffling playlist
After Work Tunes.

♪ Now I,
I'’m cravin'’ your body ♪

♪ Is this real,
my temperature'’s risin'’ ♪

♪ I don'’t want to feel ♪

♪ I'’m in the wrong place ♪

♪ To be real

♪ Whoa, and I'’m ♪

♪ Longing to love you...

Oh. Carol.

"Prostitute yourself."

Uh, sorry?

Uh, can I come in?
Yeah. Yeah.

What'’s this about?

The bomber.
In the letter in the newspaper,

he warned about Neptune
"prostituting" itself.

He'’s late. He shoulda sent
that letter 20 years ago.

It'’s a weird phrase, isn'’t it?

How often do you reference
prostituting yourself?

Uh, never.

Yeah! Who says that?

Well, weirdos and...
serial bombers, it seems.

Big Dick Casablancas
says it routinely.

What?
How do you know this?

His Twitter account.
He posts regularly.

Want to know
how many times he'’s tweeted

some variation
of "prostituting yourself"

since he opened his account?

Well, if it'’s more than one,
he'’s our guy.

No!
Yeah!

The fire department prostituted
itself by offering paid tours,

public library, same thing

for allowing
the "Say Yaas" program,

where drag queens
read from their journals--

And Big Dick
is mad at the mayor, too,

for delaying the NUTT vote!

The bomber...
got the mayor to streak!

You were right, Penn!

I think you were right!

I was right!

♪ I'’m longing to love you ♪

♪ For one night

♪ Please let me love you

♪ With all of my might

I wanna take this off.Okay.

So sexy
that you were right.
Oh.

What? Oh!
Did I do something wrong?

No, it'’s just
there'’s something
digging into my back.

What?

Oh, my God.Oh, Jesus Christ!

Jesus Christ!

I think it was his beak.

How did you know
where I lived?

You had that
"No High Rises" button
in your car,

and the only people
who give a shit about high rises
are beach people.

And given
your ten-year-old Hyundai,

the place had to be
rent-controlled,

limiting me to a small section
of beachfront property.

And I knew you had a big dog

because of the big dog toys
in said beater car.

I saw a leash
hangin'’ outside your door.

Anyway, my hacker acquaintance
did some digging,

and it turns out all of
those out-of-state buyers

are, in fact, shell corporations

owned by something
called Phoenix Land Trust.

Beaver.

I don'’t know what that means,
but Phoenix Land Trust

was owned by a Cassidy--

get this-- Casablancas,

Mm-hm.until his death in 2006,

at which point
ownership transferred to...

Big Dick Casablancas.

His dad. Yeah.

Phoenix Land Trust
has bought a ton of property
in the last six months.

Owen made a list
of those as well.

And that'’s how I found out
my new friend Nicole

sold Comrade Quacks
after the first bombing.

Ownership
was to officially transfer
at the end of spring break.

She didn'’t care
if lower Neptune

was buried under
a pile of rubble.

She was getting
the hell out of Dodge.

What?

My issue with trust,
it'’s not hardwiring...

Great. Thank you. Bye. it'’s experience.

You ready?

Let'’s do it.

And in my experience,

the people you care about
let you down...

but only if you let them.