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Shit. Justin!

Justin! Justin!

I gotta go!

Some say
I don't play well with others.

I was a damn good
detective in Chicago...

until a disagreement
with my boss encouraged me...

to pack it up and make a change.

So I put the Windy City in my rearview
and headed to the Sunshine State.

Kick back. Play some golf.
Work on my tan.

Maybe write the occasional
speeding ticket.

Yeah. Well, that didn't work out.

Damn it, Jim. Pick up.

You've reached Jim Longworth.

I'm either out seeking justice
or trying to break 80.

Leave me a message.

- Now he's calling me.
- Don't answer it.

Hello.

- Carlos, he with you?
- I'm not here.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. He's right here.

Ah, you must've heard.
I'm four over at the turn.

Birdied three, seven and 10,
with a lip-out at 11.

- Yeah, that's great, but we got a situation.

Yeah, we do. I'm four holes
away from breaking 80...

for the first time in my life.

A woman's body was found
in Fisheating Creek.

Well, she's not gonna be
any deader an hour from now.

Hey! Come on!

And there's this tag or message...
whatever...

popping up all over town.
I think it might be related.

Who found the body?

Underage kid and her boyfriend
fell asleep in the swamp last night.

- How underage are we talking?
- I don't know- 16, 17.

What was she doing out there?
She doing the guy?

- I didn't ask her that.
- What the hell did you ask?

Nothing. I'm still trying
to find her parents.

Listen, stick her in a room,
don't let her talk to anyone.

I want a clean shot at her
before her parents shut her up.

Jim...

Call your wife, open your office.

It's Sunday. My office is closed.

Yeah. I just opened it.

Uh, excuse me. Yeah, uh...

See this ball?

This ball is part of a
murder investigation.

Anybody messes with this ball,
you go to jail.

Gracias.

What's wrong with you?

No scar tissue, no water in her lungs.

Nothing in her stomach.

Her identity and cause of death
inconclusive without the head.

- You might wanna give that a minute.
- Damn it.

You wanna see the body?

No. She's dead. I wanna talk to the girl.

Any word from the parents?

Her mom's M.I.A... apparently
not unusual for the weekend...

especially with her husband
on a poker run in the Keys.

- Any of these geniuses got a record?
- Law-abiding, far as we know.

- Where's the boy?
- Local kid.

Justin... Brussard, 22.

- I sent him home.
- Why?

He vomited all over my keyboard
giving his statement.

I got a call in to the girl's folks.

She's 16. You can't talk to her
without a parent or guardian.

Jim Longworth.

You're a cop?

Lieutenant.

Oh!

You need anything?

You want something to eat?
Something to drink?

Would you feel more comfortable if we
waited till we located one of your parents?

My parents? Good luck with that.

So you're okay talking to me then?

Oh, we sent your, uh... whatever he
is... boyfriend or whatever home.

- Puked all over my partner's keyboard.
- Mmm.

He drinks too much.

Did he have sex with you?

No.

And what's this got to do
with the woman without the head?

I don't know yet.

He said you guys got out there
a little after 10:00...

and stayed out there all night.

Did you hear or see anything?

You mean related to the woman?

Yeah. Did you hear or see anything...

that might help us identify who she was?

Like the person or persons
who might have dumped her there.

- Maybe she died there.
- Oh, maybe. We don't think so.

Well, what do you think happened?

I think she was killed somewhere else...

and then dumped there
so an alligator could destroy the evidence.

I didn't hear anything.

Hmm.

What about the spot?

Anything special about
the spot for you two?

No.

No special meaning?

No. Just a place to go.

A place for other people maybe...
like young people?

To party, get drunk, try sex.

It's kind of a dumb place to dump a
body, right, if someone knew that.

How do you know she didn't, like...

float there from upriver or something?

Doesn't figure that way forensically.

Are you like a forensics expert?

I'm an expert on all
things homicidal, Erin.

There isn't much about
murder I don't know...

or can't figure out...

if I just keep asking the right questions.

Holy shit!

Son of a bitch!

Is this absolutely necessary?

You wanna die of infection?

- Looked pretty hygienic to me.
- Everyone looks hygienic till the blood work comes back.

Either that's an exit wound,
or all the surgeons in Chicago are drunks.

- My captain shot me.
- On purpose?

He thought I slept with his wife.

I didn't.

But I was the only one
in the department that didn't.

Good boy.

Feels like it's gonna
hurt like hell later on.

I can give you something for the pain...

but a six-pack of beer
will do the same trick.

And then if I give you
something for the pain...

and later on you want that six-pack,
it's not good.

Callie is it?

Oh. Yeah.

How long am I gonna have
to wear this thing?

Why? Are you in some kind of hurry?

I have a Titleist with a perfect lie...

sitting on the 14th fairway at Belleair...

waiting for me to break 80
for the first time in my life.

With that swing, I'm not surprised.

- Sign, date and initial where indicated.
- What am I signing?

You're releasing the medical center
from liability...

should you lose your hand or die from
infection due to my incompetence.

I'm not signing this.

You will if you want your pants back.

- There you go.
- Thanks.

That thing working?

No.

You lose your uniform again?

I'm just saying.

Hit the gym once in a while, every
little thing won't throw your back out.

Yeah, we could be workout partners...

spend even more time together.

I got Missing Persons files
from Orlando, Ocala, Tampa, Miami.

Nothing promising so far.

Still waiting on Jacksonville, Naples.

Naples? That's, like, old people.
She wasn't that old.

Maybe she was visiting relatives.

Dressed like that? I don't think so.

What's wrong with the way she was dressed?

Someone she was visiting
would've called it in...

if she was missing, don't you think?

We may not have her head, compadre,
but we still have ours.

The club manager called.

He's getting complaints that you cordoned off
an area around your ball on the 14th fairway.

- I want to finish the round.
- It's gonna be weeks before you can swing a club, man.

- Go pick up your ball.
- I'm getting medical treatment.

I'll be fine by the end of the week.

"Esophageal abrasions."
What's that, like heartburn?

- What causes that?
- Acid reflux, spicy foods, you.

- How spicy?
- Spicy.

Habanero spicy.

- What's that test called again?
- What test?

The "barnuclear" something.

- Barnacles?
- Yeah, that's what I said.

- Skin graft to determine race?
- Yeah, that one.

- She's white.
- And tan.

Any way to determine
if the tan is natural or...

or the result of a tanning booth?

No. Both are caused
from exposure to U.V. rays.

Exposed evenly, like from a tanning bed...

or mottled like a native?

Fine. I'll do a "barnucleous."

- Did you find out if she had any kids?
- Pelvic density suggests not.

But you'll do a test to determine anyway?

Hey, if she's anything like my mom...

She and my sister talk five times a day,
and they hate each other.

Whatever the hell that means.

It means...

I need a female perspective.

- There you go.
- Thanks.

Hey. I was hoping I'd catch you.

Already not sure how I feel about that.

I just wanted
to run something by you.

I just came by to get my check,
and then I'm gonna go.

See, I have this theory...
well, two theories actually.

Now I need someone like yourself
to just walk it through with me.

Don't you have coworkers
for things like that?

I do, yeah. Lots of coworkers.

♪♪ And a partner, I guess. Technically speaking.

Heads up the local highway patrol.

Actually really like this song,
which is kind of weird.

Anyway, yeah, he's a nice guy.
Great wife.

- They have me over for dinner every Sunday.
- Wow.

But he's not a very good cop.

He's also not a health care professional
or a woman.

I need a woman's perspective.

- Who's a health care professional.
- Right.

Yeah, look, I really
can't do this right now.

Oh. Is that for you?

Hey, is that your car?
That looks like a... what, a Sorento?

Looks nice. Nice and shiny.

- Who's that waiting for you in the car?
- That's my husband.

- Your husband is 12?
- All right, he's my son.

- He looks annoyed.
- Well, he's 12.

- So there's a husband somewhere.
- Somewhere.

Maybe a drink later?
Which sounds a lot like a date, but it's not.

Later I have to feed my son
and get on him about his homework.

- After that.
- After that, I go to bed.

Breakfast? My treat. Anywhere you want.

Okay.

I'll feed my son and at least get him
pretending to be doing his homework.

You can come by around 8:00.
I'll give you 30 minutes.

8:00. Yeah, 30 minutes.

Pretending to do his homework.

♪ I know what it takes
to make this party jump, so follow me♪

♪ I've seen some stormy skies
but rainy days don't bother me♪

You got a minute for some questions?

Can't. Gotta set up.

Actually, uh, now is what I meant.

I already gave the other guy my statement.

Mixed in with chunks of whatever
you had for dinner last night.

Thought I'd do a little follow-up,
now that you're presumably less hammered.

- I didn't have anything to do with that lady getting killed.
- Well, I don't know that.

Why would I tell you she was out there
if I had something to do with it?

I don't know. You're a moron?

I already know you're not very bright.

It's not murder, but rape
will still get you eight years in prison.

And you brought that to our attention.

Rape? I didn't rape anybody.

The presumption is a 16-year-old
isn't emotionally capable...

of consenting to a sexual encounter.

So legally, the presumption
is a clear "no" across the board.

And having sex with someone
who says no is rape.

Legal age is 16.
She looked it up. Went online or something.

She lied to you about that...

which I'm assuming you believed because it
synced up better with your immediate needs.

Any reason you can think of
why she lied to you about that?

Like maybe it was her first time.

First time? That's hilarious.

She indicated to me that it was.

Maybe she indicated that to you
to mess with you.

What does any of this have to do
with the woman without the head?

What is it with everyone and that question?

It's how a police investigation works.

It's what we do. We ask questions...

sometimes direct, sometimes indirect.

It doesn't matter if
they make sense to you.

Half the time, they don't make sense to me.

Well, I know she's lying about that...

'cause I know for a fact
a guy she did before me.

How do you know he's not lying?

- 'Cause he was my brother.
- "Was."

- What's your brother, dead?
- Yeah, he is dead.

Got clipped on his motorcycle
by a tourist... State Road 301.

Interlake and 301...
they put that light up.

Put the light up right after it happened.

Like some friggin' reminder to me.

'Cause every time I drive by...

I get to remember how he got mangled...

by some Previa-driving ass wipe
from friggin' Maine.

Well, at least you worked through it.

I'm gonna need to ask you
a few more questions...

so, uh, don't leave town
without checking with me first.

- Why?
- Pretty sure we just covered that.

♪ Went
knock-knock-knockin' on every door♪

♪ Till I found you♪

♪ Now that I found you♪

♪ I ain'tgonna let
my eyes off of you♪

- Hey.
- Oh, hey.

- What are you drinking?
- Bourbon.

- You don't drink bourbon.
- Sometimes I do.

- Have a seat.
- I'm looking for Carlos.

His wife says he likes to come here
for the old-school pinball.

- Haven't seen him.
- He's right there.

Oh, I didn't even see him.

- Hey, what was the name of that kid's brother?
- What kid?

Uh, Justin. Was it Lane?

Lane? Yeah, maybe. Why?

There's a shrine for him
at the State Road 301 and Interlake.

- When was that accident that killed him?
- Year ago maybe.

- To the day?
- Maybe, about that.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I'm just...

I'm fighting with my wife is all.

- You guys don't fight.
- Not very often.

She ran off to her sister's.
Whatever. Big drama queen. Right?

Hey, have a drink.

Let me take care of this first.

- Sure, sure.
- All right?

I'll be here.

Why didn't you tell me there was a tooth?

What are you talking about?

It says you pulled a tooth from the vic.

A cuspid from the alligator.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- What difference does it make?

Carlos, a tooth can tell us
all kinds of things.

About the alligator.

- Size, sex, migration...
- Of the alligator.

Digestive system... is it fast, slow?
One day? Two days?

- Okay.
- It's been three days.

Maybe the head's still intact.

Are you out of your mind?

How are you gonna find the one alligator...

in a swamp of alligators...
who fed on our Jane Doe?

With the tooth.

No wonder your partner hates you.

- When's the tox screen scheduled?
- Tomorrow.

I wanna come with you.

- I'm not taking you to the lab with me.
- Why not?

The last time I did that, you told them
they had their head up their ass.

They do, or they did.

I have no idea if it's
a recurring problem or not.

- I'll keep an open mind.
- Look...

Hey, baby.

No, no. I'm not playing pinball.

Hey, uh, excuse me.
Where's the guy that was sitting here?

Uh, he said he was tired,
but the beer's for you.

Melanosuchus would be my guess.

Genus, even phylum...
I can't be certain without more research.

But all members of the Chordata family
are territorial.

And digestion is what? Long? Short?

Oh, very slow. Like, 10 days.

Let me hang on to this.
I'll do some blood work.

Probably give you size, sex, coloring.
Will that help?

Call me.

- Real cop.
- Yeah.

Pretty cool. We're working together.

A real case.

J.T. Landers? Never heard of it.

It's a regional clothing chain
operating out of the Southwest.

I'm not big on the fashion
habits of women...

but would you order this thing online?

Uh, depends. Was I exceedingly drunk?

Not the online shopping girl, huh?

Just trying to keep an eye on the budget.

I was under the impression
nurses make good money.

We do. It's medical
school that's killing me.

The victim also had high levels of capsicum
in their stomach from eating spicy foods.

Southwest spicy.

And traces of tricresyl phosphate.

It's a neurotoxin found in motor oil.

People get it from
breathing recycled air...

like on most commercial airline flights.

- You're thinking she's a tourist.
- Tourist. In town on business.

Although I'm trying not to think
anything too specific just yet.

That would explain
why she hasn't been reported missing.

She's traveling alone on business,
family back in Phoenix.

Not to suggest anything too specific.

But is she a mom? Because if she is...

I'm sure one of her kids
is trying to get ahold of her.

See? Thank you.

I said that to my guy.
He told me I was nuts.

Oh. You have a guy.

He's not my own personal guy. I have
to share him with the rest of the county.

So, your captain shot you
for not sleeping with his wife...

and you ended up here.

More or less.

Got a little money for it.
Not a fortune, as it turns out.

But thanks to a rash of short sales...

enough to set myself up
in a decent place...

and not have to look over my shoulder.

But trust me, if it ever gets too busy
or too dangerous, I'm out of here.

Is that more or less?

That was less the parts I'm leaving out
till I get to know you better.

You were fired.

You have a beer or something?

I always have beer, but, frankly...

I don't want my son to think
that there's something going on here.

Can't we just tell him there's nothing
going on while I sip my beer?

Technically, I'm still married...

and Jeff likes to dialogue with his father
about my activities.

Where is he?

He's supposed to be in his bedroom
not doing his homework...

but my guess is he's spying on us.

I meant his father... the guy you're
technically still married to.

Raiford.

Impressive.

Yeah. Jeff!

- Jeff.
- What?

Homework.

- Yeah, I know. I finished.
- All of it?

What part of "finished"
is confusing to you?

So, uh, what you guys talking about?

Like you haven't been listening.

Is that the dead woman you guys found?

No. That's another woman.

Uh, yeah. Yeah, that's the woman we found.

Whoa, cool! What happened to her head?

Okay, this goes bye-bye.

- She offer you a beer?
- No, and I even asked nicely.

- I'll get it.
- No, you won't.

Because he won't be here long enough.

He was just about to get
to the reason why he came and then leave.

- You, go upstairs and do your homework.
- Oh, my gosh! I just told you.

- For real this time.
- Sorry about the beer.

- Armed robbery... my husband.
- I wasn't gonna ask.

Now, is there really something
you want to run by me?

Or can we just say good night?

When did you lose your virginity?

- Okay. Look at the time.
- No, I'm serious.

One of my suspects may have
used her virginity to manipulate a guy.

Now, I've heard rumors about you people.

Is it possible for a girl
to lose her virginity to more than one guy?

Sure. I've lost mine three, four times.

- Really? And we just fall for that?
- Every time.

- Really? And we just fall for that?
- Every time.

What would you say about a girl who lost
her virginity to a couple of brothers?

As in same-parents brothers?
Oh, that chick was good... or desperate.

See? I knew talking to you was a good idea.

Caiman, female.

About four years old.

Between nine and 10 feet.

Not bad from just one tooth.

Got you one better.

Caiman aren't indigenous.

Probably someone's pet
who let it loose when she got too big.

Won't be the only gator in the area...

but she will definitely be the only caiman.

Wait. There we go.

Broad snout.

Boney ridge over the eyes.

Definitely caiman.

Female coloring. Easy 10-footer.

That's the one, right?

Animal's protected.

Well, then how come I
had such a clear shot?

Unorthodox? Try "nuts."

I'm not autopsying an alligator.

- Get that thing off my table.
- Caiman.

- Then let the kid do it.
- Right, and the chain of evidence goes out the window.

- See? You think I'm right.
- I think you're nuts.

But we've been over that already.

Hey, guys.

Tubal absorption runs along
the length of the thorax.

So anything this guy's eaten
over the last 10 days...

will be right along here.

Look at that...
all marked up for you and everything.

Thanks for letting me observe, Dr. Sanchez.
Really appreciate it.

Yeah. No problem.

Uh, Caiman latirostris
is pretty efficient as a predator.

It eats fish, turtles...

small land creatures
like raccoon, possum...

pretty much anything that
ventures into its waters...

especially when it's nesting
or just gave birth.

Their enzyme production is really low...

'cause they have, like, no immune system.

And basically, they never get sick...

so it gets pretty bagged up in there.

Uh, catfish.

I'd say bream or perch maybe.

Oh, box turtle.

- Okay, that's it.
- No, no, no. There's more.

Yeah. I can feel it. Definitely.

Oh, man. Sweet.

A jawbone.

Anything popping with that?

It keeps asking me to update the software.

Ignore it. Most departments work off
Adobe "3.9 years ago" anyway.

Tourists, transients, illegals.
This is Florida.

Thousands of visitors
from all over the world...

pass through here this time of year.

Just focus on the ones
that have been reported missing.

What if they haven't?

Family, coworkers, friends...
someone eventually calls it in.

- Then there's the HIPAA rules.
- Whoa.

We got a lot of legwork to do
before we start asking for dental records.

Pace yourself. It'll come together.

You-You could help.

I found the jawbone.

I saved you a trip to the high school.

Lane Brussard, class of '02. And I quote:

"Okeechobee Southerner's Are Sub-Human."

A quote that's been popping up
all over the high school this past week.

We still don't know what it means.

It means the one-year anniversary
of his brother being killed by a tourist...

had not gone forgotten.

So I figured out who's been painting
on the sides of buildings around here.

- Your brother.
- That's not funny.

Well, I don't mean your brother per se.

I mean someone who loved your brother...

someone who thought he was
a hero worth remembering.

We got a lot of people like that.

Here's what I think is going on...

and you tell me if I've got it wrong.

You hate tourists.
I mean, who doesn't, right?

But unlike us, you have
a really good reason.

And knowing that, I'd be kind of an idiot
not to pursue the possibility...

that you lured one of those
annoying ass wipes into a situation...

killed her, dumped her body in the swamp...

then dragged poor Erin
into it after the fact...

so she could witness you
finding her headless body.

How's that?

Only that's not what happened.

I mean, you might have done it.

I've been wrong before.
But I just don't see it.

See, the thing about murder...

is you really have to be able
to keep it together to get away with it.

And, I don't know,
something about the way a kid like you...

is able to sit here sawing away
at Robbie's chicken-fried steak...

just doesn't say to me
that, three days ago...

you killed a woman
and fed her to an alligator.

Now, what I do see you doing...

is spray-painting "Okeechobee whatever
the hell" on the side of buildings...

so no one would forget your brother.

Will you give me that?

- Okay.
- Good.

Was it your idea or your girlfriend's...

to plaster it all over your high school?

- She's not my girlfriend.
- Not your girlfriend.

- We're just hanging out.
- Hanging out with a 16-year-old?

I mean, it's just...
We were both thinking about him.

I was drunk. I passed out.

I just wanted to remember him.

Sorry, kid.

Yeah, well, he was drunk.
That's not exactly news.

Kid doesn't even remember trying
before passing out completely in the car.

Sure as hell can't account
for Erin's whereabouts.

Yet he can remember tagging
half the damn county.

I got calls in to all
the major airlines...

checking passenger lists on flights
from Flagstaff, Phoenix, Albuquerque.

- I could've done that.
- I said I'd handle it.

The entire school was tagged,
so we should check and see...

if any female teachers or employees
have failed to show up for work.

- Eliminate by profile.
- Oh, we do profiles now?

Approximate height, age, weight.
No children.

This is not my first picnic, Jim.

I still say she'll turn
out to be a tourist.

Uh, bad cop work sticking to one theory,
mi amigo.

- Did you bring your dog to work?
- Had to swing by the house.

Promised the wife I'd look after it.

The last thing I need is to come home...

with the neighbors banging on the door
that the damn thing barked all day.

I'll check with the school,
and then I'll get back to you.

Would you just go?

So, a Blow Pop, two Red Bulls,
corn nuts and lotto ticket.

She buy anything else... beer, whiskey?

- Offer to have sex with you?
- What?

Did she buy anything else?
Maybe came in with someone?

Our A.T.M. was down.
She asked where the nearest one was.

I told her it was across town.

Was her behavior odd
or suspicious in any way?

She seemed pissed off about something...

a little wired
for 2:00 in the morning really.

- You can keep that if you want.
- Really?

A'ight, go.

- Son, I told you.
- What?

I told you already.

♪ She always stay by my side
because she care for me♪

♪ Will you be there for me?♪

Girl bought a lotto ticket?

Blow Pop, two Red Bulls, bag
of corn nuts and lottery tickets.

He was drunk and passed out.
She had to do something.

- Jeff doesn't drink those, does he?
- Yeah, lives on 'em.

- You know what's in that stuff?
- No. Do you?

Oh! Make you pee like a racehorse.

Two of those, she'd be up all night.

Well, I haven't noticed
Jeff doing an inordinate amount of peeing.

- Am I bothering you?
- Yes. I'm busy.

Don't take it personally.
I have a test on Monday.

I don't know... 16-year-old female killer?

Statistical long shot.

But she did lie about leaving.
Maybe even lied to Justin.

I still don't understand
why you guys do that.

Because we can.

It's special, or at least
you guys think it is.

- You don't think it's special?
- I did at the time.

I saw Jeff hanging with some older boys.

I know his friends. They're okay.

- Or maybe... Was he smoking?
- Nope.

You wouldn't tell me if he was.

You can't talk Jeff into doing something
he doesn't wanna do.

If he's into something wrong,
he got there by himself.

It's the best you can hope for.

- You have to read that whole book?
- Eventually.

Maybe I'll take Jeff to a movie.

You barely have enough time for yourself.
I'm sure he's bored.

Look, don't police my son.

Neither one of us are huge fans
of your line of work.

Yes, I understand that.

Mike.

The high school hasn't reported...

any of their regular female teachers
missing, however...

She doesn't have to be a regular employee.

Damn it, Jim! Would you just for once
let me finish my thought?

Sorry.

There was a substitute teacher
who was scheduled to teach last week...

who never showed up
and hasn't been heard from since.

Did the substitute teacher have a name?

Yes. Salazar. Gina Salazar.

Huh.

Jim?

Jim?

I hate you, too, you little shit.

Sucks...

letting someone go.

Thanks.

Just not in the car.

The night he was killed,
he was coming to see me.

Lane. He'd just gotten
off work at Pizza Hut...

and I told him to meet me here.

I told him to wear his Calvin Klein...

'cause I didn't want him
smelling like Pizza Hut my first time.

I was so nervous.

Maybe he was too. I don't know.

Maybe his mind was just elsewhere.

I never told Justin this, but...

he and Lane look really alike.

I mean, not in the face or anything.

But like, you know, their hands...

their voice.

It's so weird on the phone.

I thought that with Calvin Klein
and everything...

it might seem like it was him.

Like if Lane hadn't been killed
on his motorcycle that night...

and we finally got to do it.

I really wanted it to be him.

He was a surrogate.

You used Justin in place of his brother.

He didn't like that... subbing
for his brother?

Threw a brand-new bottle
of C.K. in the creek.

- Is that why you left?
- Partly.

He was too drunk by then anyway.

Tried for, like, 15 minutes.

You'd think he'd stop drinking.

But I think trying made him drink more.

So after he passed out, I just left.

Tried to stay gone a long time.

Went and got my daddy his lotto scratchers.

I was mad, I guess. I don't know.

Wanted Justin to worry about me.

How long were you gone?

- I don't know, hour maybe.
- So you left twice.

And you were gone a lot
longer than an hour.

You got here just after
2:00 in the morning...

then used an A.T.M. at the bank in the
strip mall at the other side of town.

I went twice.

I told you I was trying
to make Justin worry about me.

You remember a Gina Salazar?

She sometimes
substitute-teaches at your school.

No.

Yeah. She served you
with detention for writing...

"Okeechobee Southerners are sub-human"
on your assignment.

Okay.

She's missing.

I guess that's better than Pizza Hut.

- Hey! I think I got one!
- I'm impressed.

I was told there weren't
any fish in this creek.

Got lucky, I guess.

- What kind of fish is that?
- Looks like a shiner.

I thought you said fishing was gay.

Hey, aren't I contaminating a crime scene?

You're helping me interview witnesses.

Doesn't look like he saw much.

Thank him for his time,
send him on his way.

So the teacher's not missing?

She ran off with some guy.

Husband was pissed I even called.

Told me to shove his wife's
dental records up my ass.

- Girl still lied.
- Yeah.

Sometimes they do that.

Hey, I appreciate
your keeping our streak alive.

Just burgers.

Under the circumstances,
I would've understood.

I know I've been treating you
like my secretary.

Well, we got the jawbone. I'll stay on it.

You know, you might feel a bit better...

if you get out whatever it is
that's bothering you.

I mean, look, I never intended
on playing this card, but...

We're partners,
but technically, with seniority...

I'm your supervisor, your boss.

I guess I know that.

I've given you a lot of latitude,
too much maybe.

But how else was I supposed
to evaluate your worthiness?

I mean, hell, you won't even
wear the uniform.

I wear the badge, you know, in spirit.

I've been doing a good job here
for a long time.

- I'm just trying to work in.
- Well, I'm having trouble with that.

You being here, I mean
it's not really fair to either one of us.

Why should I feel like
I'm not up to the job?

- What are you doing?
- I'm trying to tell you that this isn't working out.

No, I mean the meat.
You're smashing the burgers. Dries 'em out.

Look, I appreciate
you telling me how you feel.

I know you and Janice are fighting.

I know that's hard for you.

You can't really expect me to be sloppy...

just so you feel better about yourself.

The burgers are done.

- When's Janice coming home?
- She didn't say.

She didn't say?

She must really be mad at you.

I need to chop an onion.

Better get to these quick.

Do you even carry your service revolver?

I checked your vehicle. It wasn't there.

It's Sunday, Mike.
What do I need a gun for?

You pulled my wife's dental records...

without telling me.

What kind of cop looks into his partner
without telling him?

Your wife was missing.

- Well, that and your shoes.
- My shoes?

Which were all over the crime scene.

To say nothing of the M.E.'s report...

which confirmed
the victim's natural Florida tan...

and the fact she'd never had children.

Probably settling for a dog,
which you hate...

but cared for so the neighbors
wouldn't get suspicious.

- Jim...
- Then, of course, there's the capsicum in her stomach...

- evidence that
she'd recently eaten Southwestern spicy food.

And the fact that just hours
before she was killed...

she was on a commercial flight wearing a
blouse she bought while visiting her sister.

- Okay, Jim. - To be perfectly honest,
amigo, when you really think about it...

- you were so incredibly bad at this.
- I said okay!

I feel kind of stupid
that it took me so long.

Your wife didn't go to her sister's
because you had a fight, Mike.

She was flying back to tell you
she was gonna leave you.

And... you had a fight.

So, what are we gonna do?

I killed my wife...

mutilated the woman
I slept next to for 16 years.

- You think I won't shoot you?
- Kind of hoping you won't.

I mean, look at you. You act like a clown.

- You treat the job like an inconvenience.
- It is kind of a pain in the ass.

Why should I take shit from you?

'Cause I'm a better cop than you.

I tried.

Jim, I really tried.

I mean, things didn't
always suck between us.

That wasn't my intention.

I'm talking about me and Janice.

Oh. Sorry.

Um, what happened?

Everything happened.

I lost my confidence, the...

I lost the one good thing
I had here at home.

Sick and tired of hearing me
bitch about you all the time.

I don't know.

If we'd had kids, maybe...

But it just got so bad.
I didn't know where I wanted to be.

I didn't want to be at home.
I didn't want to be at work.

Did you ever not want to be anywhere?

Here. I hate it here.

But the golf is great.

And I might have met someone.

She has a kid and is married to a guy
in prison, but we'll see how it goes.

Can you give me an hour?

How's that again?

So I don't have to shoot you.

You wouldn't get very far.

Hands up. Give me the gun.

Got it.

Let's go.

Did he say why?

Not really. He blamed me.

I can see that.

Right. I'm so hard to work with,
a man killed his wife.

You are.

See that? Over your rudeness,
and I still punch it up there.

Damn it!

There you go.

Ouch.

If I make this and break 80...

you're not gonna kill your wife, are you?

And give you the satisfaction
of arresting me?

No way.

Yeah, baby!

You're kidding me.

I miss, you're happy.

- You're an asshole.
- Why am I an asshole?

Well, I wouldn't be, like,
"Yeah, baby! Conka-chunka!"...

if you blew your chance to break 80.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?

- You're not gonna give me that?
- That's four feet.

You're not gonna give me that for 80?

Not four feet.

Oh. Are you an asshole now?

Okay.

An 81.

You three-putted the last hole.

Burned the edge on the outside.

Went five feet past. He gave me that one.

A gimme 81. Wow.

Hey, I feel good about it.
My game's in good shape.

I left a couple of shots out there,
but that's golf.

Oh, you watch way too much Golf Channel.

- I do. I really do.
- Yeah.

- Thanks for taking Jeff fishing.
- Sure.

His dad never did anything like that.

Well, he was trying to put
a roof over his family's head...

you know, by stealing things
that didn't belong to him.

I'm not making excuses.
I knew what he was doing.

I didn't like it and I told him so...

but I knew what he was doing.

- Should've left him.
- I could've.

But I didn't.

And then I didn't have to.

Well, you wouldn't be the first woman
in history to divorce a man in prison.

Yeah, but then I'd be the woman
who divorced her husband in prison.

What?

- What?
- You're staring, and I don't...

Oh. No, no. Nothing.

Uh, just admiring the view.

♪ We stole
every pleasure in the dark♪

♪ And now we think you'd make
a better theme park♪♪

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