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Crazy to think how much has
changed in the last month.

Never thought
I'd find myself having

warm feelings for Boggsville,

but it actually looks like
a place that you'd want to be.

Raise a kid, live your life.

Maybe it's just that people
have been a lot friendlier

since the, uh, events.

But other than
the custody thing,

I'm actually feeling hopeful.

New car and your old job.

Mayor laid it on thick.

Oh, he's just peacocking
for the Mullet Fair,

pretending this is a real town
with a real budget.

And who decided that mullets
should be celebrated?

Exactly my point,

and that is why you should
seriously consider this offer.

I know.
I know, Pensacola's great.

The chief told me that
if you play your cards right,

you can take the detective exam
next fall.

Are you for real?

Well, he owes me

for pulling his no-good kid
out of a little situation--

meth up his butt.

A lot of meth.

Wow.

Well, thank you for going out
on a limb for me.

-Mm.
-I appreciate you, Max.

No need.

You earned it.

And, uh,

good luck
with your custody mediation.

I told you I was raised
by a single mother.

That is not an easy road
to haul.

No.

-Thank you.
-Yeah!

Yeah, welcome to Boggsville.

Seriously, get the hell out.

As honorary Mullet Queen,

I'd like to welcome y'all
to the 40th annual Mullet Fair!

'Cause where else
can you celebrate

fish and hair
all at the same time?

Now, keep that
Boggsville welcome goin'

for Ramon Perez,
the new president

of El Calvero Rum
and Prescott Sugar.

We're all real,
real grateful and happy

about your donation
to the Seafront Project, Ramon.

I see y'all are ready
for the fireworks tonight

'cause those mullets
are lit, baby.

We will not be bought.

Now, Bitty,
that is not real nice.

My brother's on dialysis
'cause of these clowns!

What about Jeremiah Cedar?

We will not be bought.

all: We will not be bought!

We will not be bought!

we're not even operating
the sugar plant anymore.

OSHA took over,
so it's all good.

Tell that to my uncle
who's missing a kidney!

It's all good
for the most part.

I mean, you only really need
one kidney anyway.

All righty then.

How 'bout we toss that mullet?

All right!

Oh, a little less, little less.

Oh, hey, bug.

You having fun?

Yeah. I got to throw a fish!

-Wow.
-And he also got two yeehaws

and a stuffed raccoon.

Oh, cool.

Go check out
the souvenir stand.

So, um, I'll see you later
at mediation?

Yeah, yeah. I'll be the guy
there that looks like me.

Bad joke.

Yeah. You said it.

Um, look, I'm--

I'm ready to agree to
the every-other-weekend thing.

I don't like it, but I get
that you want to see him.

I appreciate that, Cam.

Hey, uh, keep your eye
on the newspaper.

I'm about to break a big story.

Bell Prescott's gonna love it.

Poached easy,
just the way you like them.

Aw, thank you, mi amor.

To us.

To you.

For taking down my family.

It's a shame you couldn't
catch my murderer.

Stop.

Stop it!

You're making this happen.

This is your sick mind at work.

Stop it!

Stop it.

Stop it. Stop it right now!

Oh, gee.

You know, that didn't sound
like a, "Hi, Darby.

Thank you for putting up
murder hornet traps."

There are no murder hornets.

Yeah, well,
that basket of rotten fruit

from Ramon says otherwise.

The entire insect kingdom
was gonna eat me eventually,

so why not embrace the process?

Mm, well, not on my watch, pal.

Got a contract.

There are no murder hornets
east of the Mississippi.

I'm worried about you, pal.

What part
of "leave me the eff alone"

don't you understand?

Even in your lowest
and grossest and smelliest,

you can't curse.

Darby.

Come here.

Leave me the fuck alone.

I think you've done it.

Done what?

Alienated the last person
who cared.

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It was either wear a mullet
or throw one, okay?

Hey, do you want to go
get some fried Oreos?

And we could show Bell
your new 'do.

Nice try.

Get out my fries.

Look,

I tried to make a delivery,

and he texts me to just
leave it at his gate.

I want to see him
one last time before I head

to the Everglades
as well, you know?

Holy shit.

You decided to run
for tribal council.

I'll probably lose.

You will--
if you wear that hair.

I just wanna make sure he's,
like, all right before I go.

Maybe Cammie can go
check in on him,

you know,
now that you guys are...

-Ah, nah.
-Canoodlin'.

No, no, no, no, no.

He's not her problem. Pshh.

She's got enough on her plate.
You know?

Thank you.

-What is it?
-Well, it was this

or shark meat; they were out
of everything else.

It's alligator.

Moseley's a alligator!

I'm not hungry.

Hey, what's wrong, bug?

It's just,
I miss the Prescotts.

I haven't seen them in a while.

Yeah, well, Bell doesn't
want to see me right now.

But you said when friends
don't want to see you,

that sometimes means
they're sad.

I did.

I did say that.

You can't be in here.
This is trespassing.

Well, I decline the
opportunity to arrest myself.

You want to know
what's happened in the world

since you abandoned all of us?

Not even a little.

Well, Alicia
and Alejandro settled,

donating $5 million
to the Seafront Project.

I don't give a damn
about the seafront.

It can fall into the Gulf,
as far as I'm concerned.

Hm.

So you also won't care
that Perez Sugar is changing

the name back
to Prescott Sugar.

They're just trying
to take the stink off.

Good luck to them.

You know, all this time,

I thought I needed you...

To get back some iota of pride.

But turns out, you--
you needed me.

Women, you know?

Everything tells us
that we're not enough,

that we just--

we come out of the womb
needing fixing.

I am enough, Bell.

I'm enough without you,
without anyone.

I convinced the mayor
to reopen Vida's case.

This is the part where you go,

"Yay! Thanks, Cammie!

Let's finally solve it!"

You know, you--

you made me believe
that I could make a difference.

You want misery?

Fine.

I want closure.

Mrs. Perez.

What are you doing here?

Well, there's been
a string of burglaries

in the neighbourhood,

so I figured I'd check in
since Alejandro's gone

and the boys aren't
speaking to you.

You certainly
helped that along.

Congratulations.

Everyone comes by their
desserts justly, ma'am.

You've ruined my family
and taken my company.

What is it you want?

I want to know what it's like
to have all of this.

Disappointing.

Disappointing?

I reckon that's what
your father would've said

if he knew your son
sugared the rum.

Here.

It's moonshine.

I made it myself.

It's not fancy,

but at least it is
what it says it is.

I don't know, it's a conundrum.

If I ignore her,
I might never learn the truth.

Oh, definitely ignore her.

We've got a good,
healthy thing going.

You think this is healthy?

There are two of you now.

You were always too much man
for one woman.

Oh, thank you for that,
but here's the thing.

If I accept, it means putting
up with her endless questions

and her deeply annoying
enthusiasm.

I might never learn the truth.

And if I do,
it might mean a world of pain.

There is nothing to life
but truth.

What is truth but our own
perception of reality?

Mm, I disagree.
There is one objective truth,

and we must seek it out.

How am I suddenly
in a freshman year

low-rent philosophy seminar?

Picture us naked.

That may help.

Is this about me or Cammie?

Because I'm getting confused.

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I'm heading back to Crestview,

but I want you to give
this Pensacola offer

some serious consideration.

I will, as soon
as I get through this,

um, custody thing.

I'll just say this.

The police department there...

literally has a view
of the water.

I mean,

it doesn't get much better
than that.

Wow.

You know,
I--I do have a question.

-Not about Pensacola.
-I'm listening.

The investigation
into Vida Prescott's murder

has officially reopened.

You don't say?

And I know I'm supposed
to run everything

through VICAP and CODIS,
but is there anything else

I'm supposed to do,
anything else I'm missing?

Nope.

Sounds like you turned over
every log in the swamp.

Great.

-Thank you.
-Mm-hmm.

Honestly, how long could it
take to make a decision?

You have to trust me, papi.

-Trust me, papi.
-How long could it take

-to make a decision?
-You have to trust me, papi.

How long could it take
to make a decision?

-How long could it take--
-Trust me--

What do you want,

Señora Soulcrusher?

Five minutes
at my daughter's grave.

Unless your mother is going
to pull out her shotgun.

Mother?

She hasn't been here
in a month.

Or was it six months?

Time blurs.

Please, Bellwether.

Please.

I'm leaving Alejandro.

Although "leaving"
is a technical term

since he's already in Cuba.

Maybe he'll like it.

It's Florida
without the politicians.

There you are.

You say your piece and leave.

"Liar."

I suppose that's true.

I considered "mendacious,"

but I didn't have the room.

I loved my daughter.

And for what it's worth,

she did love you too.

I was certain it was
one of you that killed her.

We do tend
to eat ourselves alive.

No wonder my father found
comfort in other beds.

Thank you for this, Bellwether.

We got Judge Pritzer.

He's "law and order"
and you're "law,"

so that's good.

Uh, just don't curse.

We got this in the bag.

Okay. Got it.

No cursing.

Ah, shit.

-What? What is it?
-You didn't tell me

he got John-John Johnson.

Who the hell
is John-John Johnson?

Piece of shit from Gainesville.

Buckle up, princess,
because Lady Justice

is about to get fisted.

-John-John.
-Art, how are you?

-Good to see you, friend.
-Been a long time.

-I know. How's your mum?
-Oh, she's doing pretty good.

Doing good?
Tell her I said hello.

-Yeah. I will.
-Afternoon, all.

Let's make this quick.

Yes, sir.

Love quick.

I've got duties and,
you know, criminals.

Let's see here.

Mr. Malin is
petitioning the court

for equal time-sharing.

-Yes.
-Wait, what?

That's not what we agreed to.

We agreed
to every other weekend.

You agreed
to every other weekend.

My client did not agree.

What the fuck?

-This is bullshit!
-I do not abide

that sort of language
in my court.

Marcus, look at me.

Mr. Malin here dumped me
when I was pregnant

for a porn star with zero IQ
and an oxy habit.

Uh, sidebar
with my client, Judge?

-That was years ago.
-Uh, did we mention...

-Oh, was it?
-His temper, Judge?

-Fuck you.
-Oh, eat a dick.

Language!

You see, Your Honour,

of course I wish
that my son had a father.

But Marcus Malin ain't it.

You want to talk
about bad decisions?

Let's talk about Laila Roberts.

This is about my son!

-Your son?
-Yes!

-Our son.
-You are not getting Tyler.

You think you are. You won't.

-You're never seeing him again.
-He's my son too.

I'm sorry, Judge,
we're gonna need a little--

Cammie.

I told you something
when I was young and stupid.

How dare you throw that
in my face!

I heard about
the Pensacola job.

He bought me a Cosmo.
It slipped.

That is 60 miles away.

I'm trying to be a dad!

You're gonna pay
for this, Marcus.

Oh, my God.

[sighs]

If it makes you
feel any better,

Tallahassee just called.

You got a hit
on the Perez case you reopened.

Damn, girl.
You're in the big leagues now.

Bell.

Bell, you don't
have to do this...

again.
It's starting to get weird.

I have to.

What your mother said--
I need a sample.

Of my DNA?

There has to be another way.

Oh, of course.

What's wrong with me?

That must be Checotah.

I need to talk to him.

Where's Checotah?

I need Checotah.

And I need a signature.

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I thought it was crazy
you hadn't cleaned it.

It still smelled like you.

What? I'm right in
the middle of "Sliding Doors"

and would prefer
to not be interrupted.

I think it was a member
of the family that killed Vida,

just one we didn't know about.

What, you haven't made
a move in a month,

and now you want my help?

I'm sending you her DNA.

I need you
to hack CODIS and search

for any Okaloosa County
DNA samples

in a 500 to 1500 centimorgan
shared range with Vida.

Also,
brunette Gwyneth wins the day.

You ruined the movie, dick.

I'm here to see Pyramus Lovell.

[door buzzes] Great, thank you.

Pyramus Lovell.

I got a few questions about
a murder down in Boggsville.

I--I don't know anybody
in Boggsville.

Hm.

Well, I have a very busy day,
so, um,

I'm gonna get straight
to the point.

I'm here about the murder
of Vida Prescott.

I don't know her.

Well, it was five years ago,

so let me refresh your memory.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I--I--I did not touch
that woman.

Then why was your bloody
fingerprint on her neck?

I don't know what the hell
you're talking about.

Medical examiners found
a partial fingerprint

on her neck right here.

Five years,
and they couldn't identify it.

See where I'm going here?

-No clue.
-Okay.

Okay.

With your recent arrest,

your fingerprints got put
in the system.

That give you a clue?

Thing is, Pyramus,

we just reopened Vida's case.

And all that evidence got run
through the system again.

And there you were.

That print puts you
at the murder scene.

And that arrest--oof--
paints a picture.

-I--I was in the swamp.
-Mm.

I--I was buying
some recreationals.

I saw her lying there.

I--I touched her neck
just to check a pulse.

Bullshit!

Her throat was slit,
and you know it.

I couldn't see, all right?

It was dark.

All I saw was a necklace.

What necklace?

I-It looked like an old coin

on--on--on a gold chain.

You know,

I never really thought
you did it.

But next time, maybe, um,

maybe get yourself a lawyer,
okay?

I heard you walked out
on Judge Pritzer.

If you want, I'm happy to help
smooth out his feathers.

Actually,
I'm calling about a lead

in the Vida Prescott case.

Is that right?

You wanna tell me what you got?

-Not on the phone.
-Okay then.

I've got some business
out at the, uh, sugar plant.

Why don't you meet me there,
say 7:00?

Thanks, Max.

You know what this means?

It doesn't have to.

It does have to.

If you solve my murder...

I have to go.

Lovell said that Vida was
wearing a necklace.

I believe him.

She wore it all the time.

It was a gift from Quique.

Gave a version of it
to all of his descendants

as a idiotic reminder
of their bloodline.

You never mentioned it.

I just assumed
that it was stolen

with the rest of her jewellery.

I'm gonna go meet Grant.
Come with me?

I can't.

I'm sorry.

Skramstad's been waiting
for me to make a move.

And the poor sod,
I'm the only one he's got.

I am obligated to provide him

some minimal form
of human contact.

Human contact?

That's what it's all about,
isn't it?

I know you still talk to her.

Look, I know this is your way
of processing grief,

and for a while, I thought
that it was fine, but it's...

it's not.

You are one of the strongest
people I have ever met.

I'm not like you.

I wish I was.

Are you telling me
that you're okay

for all of this to be nothing?

For the rest of your life
to be nothing?

I'm telling you
I don't have a choice.

This is so disappointing.

I'm doing this
with or without you.

Bell.

Hello?

Hello.

Hello, hello, hello, hello?

Hello, hello, hello,
hello, hello.

Where in the shit
have you been?

I was elsewhere.

You are never elsewhere.

I have hacked CODIS
and followed the family sperm

and now I will
watch you enjoy that.

Click on the link.

And these are all within
your centimorgan range.

A lot of sperm, apparently.

Yeah, cousins.

I vaguely remember them
from the wedding.

That's Alejandro's idiot nephew
and his idiot sister.

That one invested heavily
in collapsible pools.

Dunce.

No, nothing, nothing.

Oh, my God.

-Who is this?
-Oh, my God.

The sheriff.

Sheriff Grant.

He shares 800 centimorgans
with Vida.

So second cousin, or...

Well, Vida's half-uncle,
Alicia's illegitimate brother.

The black sheep?

No, no, no,
the invisible sheep.

Mm. This is some intense shit.

If he's hiding that,
it's for a reason.

What if he killed Vida?

Olav, can you find
Grant's mother's name?

Yeah, of course.

His mother is Ruby Canton.

It all makes sense.

After Vida's family
refused to do anything

about the sugar plant
illnesses,

she went to a lawyer.

I thought nothing came of that,
but what if

the lawyer advised her to
contact local law enforcement?

The sheriff?

Say Jeremiah Cedar knew Vida
was gonna meet with Grant,

and Grant knew he knew.

If Grant killed Vida,
that's motive for killing Cedar

when the poor son of a bitch
finally emerged from hiding.

Oh, dear God.

What is it?
Bellwether, what is it?

Cammie's on her way
to meet him.

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Cammie.

Max.

I didn't see your car.

It's around back.

Now, what's this about?

Pyramus Lovell.

I interviewed him
at the state prison.

He swears that
Vida had on a necklace.

All her other jewellery was gone,

but she still
had a necklace on.

And you believe
a convicted felon?

There was no world
where this guy

took a necklace from a girl
with a slit throat.

He was scared even
looking at the pictures.

-I don't see an alternative.
-Well, I do.

I think someone else at the
crime scene took the necklace.

She's not answering.

Skramstad!

Don't do it, Bell.

This doesn't end
where you want it to.

Shut up!

I need a location on Cammie.
Can you do that?

Yeah, the mobile?

Ping tower...

She's right there,
near your house.

That's impossible. Try again.

Yeah, she's right there.

She's at the sugar plant.

Here's the crime scene sign-in.

It lists everyone who was there

the night that
Vida's body was found.

So what exactly is your point?

Walk me through what happened
at the crime scene.

I know the first two cops here--
Mike and Russ--

they lost their jobs
after the mayor's budget cut,

and they both know better
than to take

something traceable, like--
like jewellery.

Then there's the coroner.

Never met him,

but Urleen says that he
wouldn't take a stick of gum,

let alone a necklace
from a dead woman.

Next at the scene was--

Me.

That job in Pensacola...

it would take me
out of the county.

Look at you.

You finally figured it out.

I knew you were a good cop.

Thing is,

I know you've never
fired that weapon to kill.

Yeah, I'm a quick learner.

At the academy, they tell you
to aim for central body mass.

Now, can you imagine
the mess that'll make

of your internal organs?

You ain't gonna win,
and you know it.

Think about
how little Tyler will feel.

I won't even have
to move your body.

Gators'll pick your bones clean
by morning.

Bell.

If you don't mind
and don't object,

I would like to go home now.

He'll live.

Hm. That's a disappointment.

Here's what I have so far
in terms of charges.

Two first-degree murders,
one attempted on me.

He also broke into your house.

You know, if you--
you're making a list.

There's felony
official misconduct,

misuse of position,
falsifying an official record,

and removing evidence
from the scene of crime.

You forgot one.

Ruining my life.

That's not a thing.

It's illegal to lean a bicycle

against a cemetery tree.

How is ruining my life
not a thing?

It's over, Max.

There's just one thing
that I don't understand.

Why?

My mother
cleaned their toilets.

He's Quique Famosa's
illegitimate son.

Grew up in a trailer park,

even though his father
was richer than Croesus.

Is that what rankled?

How would you know,
you spoiled, indulged,

useless piece of shit?

Whatever your childhood was,

you made something of yourself,
Max.

What happened?

The Perez family
crawled back into my life.

Because Vida met me.

She moved here.

The next thing I know,
Perez bought the sugar plant,

then the house
on Rosemary Beach.

I told you
that day in the swamp

that I hated the Perez family.

I was telling the truth.

I hated them, too.

Why didn't you kill them
instead of her?

You're a fool blinded by love.

You really want
to know what happened?

I'll tell you.

Jeremiah is dying,
and it's all their fault.

You have proof?

Of everything--
of the soil, the payoffs,

the bullshit they do
in my grandfather's name.

My family, they disgust me.

They're my family, too.

My mother was Ruby.

Ruby Canton. She was your maid.

Quique got her pregnant.

Well, Abuelito had a cock
like a cruise missile.

Always looking
for a soft target.

I spent my childhood waiting

for the great Famosas
to let my mother come home.

How dare you talk to me
like this.

Your mother
was a gold-digging whore

who brought another
piece of shit into this world,

and what did she get?

5,000?
'Cause that was the going rate.

Oh, I remember Ruby.

It probably went up
into her nose

instead of into your tummy.

You're as worthless
as my husband!

You think you scare me,
you piece of shit?

I don't know what came over me.

Well, Vida did.

I ran when
I saw Alejandro's headlights.

Waited out the storm,
then when I came back,

she was gone.

I saw her father
take the machete,

doing what they always did.

Sweeping everything
under the rug.

Help me take him to the car.

He's going to the station.

666

Bad Moseley.

Bad, bad. Come on, shoo.

Go on.

My God.

What--what happened to you?

Solved a murder.

Stabbed a sheriff.

So on and so forth.

So you're--you're well?

I'm fine.

And you?

Fine.

I came to get my passport.

I'm going on a trip.

Fascinating.

Who with?

It's none of your business.

Look at me, setting boundaries.

Well, drop me a postcard?

Eventually.

No.

Boundaries, Mother.

Mothers are overrated.

Wanna dig up some cocktail
onions and have a Gibson?

I don't want a drink.

I should've told her the truth.

I should've told you.

Maybe if I had,
none of this would've happened.

Don't be silly.

One way or another,
I would fuck you up.

I loved you, Vida.

I believe in what we had
before it all went wrong.

I never said
I didn't love you, papi.

I just didn't care.

My heart hurts.

You loved me more
than anyone ever should have.

But now,
it's time to say goodbye.

Goodbye.

Hey.

-You doing okay?
-I'm better than okay.

-You're here to visit, yes?
-Yeah.

We wanted to see you.

I haven't had time to tidy,

but I can definitely
do some Hemingway daiquiris.

And a tonic water?

-What's tonic water?
-Uh, nothing that you'd like.

A virgin daiquiri, then?

I'd love to, Bell,
I really would.

Excellent.

But, um,
Otis is coming over for dinner.

Yeah. They're dating.

-Dating?
-Yeah.

Actually, Tyler was the one
who wanted to come and say hi.

Isn't that right, bug?

Show him.

I got you a souvenir
from the fair.

It lights up and everything.

Oh, well,
that's very kind of you, Tyler.

Thank you.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I have a million things to do,
so goodbye.

Florida.

Come on, bug.

Front side, back side,
clap, clap, clap.

Double fist, elbow bump,
high sparkle, done!

-Done!
-Wow.

Now can I have
some more apple pie?

-Me too?
-What?

You guys already inhaled
an entire pie.

You think I'm made out of pie?

-Yeah.
-Yeah?

Am not.

And go to your room
and pack your stuff.

Your dad'll be here any second.

You, uh, figure out
that whole thing with Marcus?

I'm trying.

Now that Pensacola's
off the table, sorta helped.

He should be here already.

Let's go for a bike ride.

That kid is trying so hard
not to cry right now.

He kicked me out of his room.

I'm sorry.

Would you mind watching him?

So I can go over
to Marcus' house

and rip his fucking head off?

Of course.

Thank you.

Okay, I'll be back.

It's not what's outside
that stops you.

It's what's inside.

Inside the lighthouse...

[knocking on glass]

Marcus, I know you're in there!

Oh.

Marcus?

You can do it. I know you can.

Marcus?

911, what's your emergency?

It's me. I need you, Cammie.

Bell,
I can't help you right now.

You have to. Please.

This isn't about us,

even though now it feels like
everything is about us.

Bell.

I remembered something
from when I was a child.

You need to get
to the old lighthouse.

Bell...

what happened
at the lighthouse?