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I thought I'd slip into something a little sexier.

Mm.

Just what I always wanted,

magician on top, Donald Duck on bottom.

Who is more excited, the magician or Donald Duck?

Clearly the duck.

Oh, Jesus.

Mother!

- Hello there, Millicent. - Morning.

The gun, Mother.

Oh, for heaven's sakes, Bellwether.

I didn't shoot Moseley.

I just scared him back into the gator pit.

William Moseley is my pet.

Named after the first governor of Florida.

Yes, we all know that.

You wouldn't shoot at someone's poodle, would you?

I would, if it were on my property.

How'd he get out?

I don't know. Some kind of hole in the fence.

You can't just leave 'em on the wrong side of the gate.

I'm kind of in a hurry, okay?

They're, like, eight inches from your property.

These are practically brand-new seersucker slacks.

I don't wanna muddy them.

- Thank you. - My auntie says I'm enabling you.

If I was a real friend, I'd cut it the hell out.

This the same auntie that lost 10 grand on pachinko last year?

That's a low blow, man. Come on.

Something is amiss with the azaleas.

You're an odd duck, Bell.

It's why I love you. Catch ya later.

Got an idea of how fast you were going?

Make it a good guess, because I got a radar gun.

North of 80?

Ding, ding, ding. We got a winner.

Jonathon Michael Dungee.

Now you know mine.

You gonna tell me yours?

Do you want my name so you can lodge a report?

'Cause maybe we're doing a little highway flirting?

Yeah, 911. What do you want?

Is this is a real emergency, or you got something stuck up your butt?

Oh, shit.

Aren't you gonna question me?

- Did you do it? - Well, no.

Uh-huh. Don't care.

- It's murder. - Still don't care.

'Cause I'm not authorized to care.

All I'm authorized to do is write tickets.

Felonies I report to the county sheriff in Crestview.

The sheriff is an idiot, a moron, a cretin.

- He's just gone through a bit of a shock. - An imbecile.

A birdbrain, simpleton, dumbass.

Last month, he investigated Mel Doppler's murder

and still hasn't solved it.

It's ridiculous, because clearly Bill Mason killed him.

And you know that why?

Doppler's remains were found in the Apalachicola River on June 14th.

Phone records show Doppler called Mason on June 4th,

so the sheriff presumed he was killed sometime after that.

If you sample the remains, you'll find diatomic activity,

which does not occur until 21 days postmortem.

Ergo, Doppler was murdered sometime in mid-May.

What are you talking about?

Bill Mason killed Mel Doppler,

faked the phone call, and is living the dream

in Destin as an off-brand Chippendale...

The Cockpits.

I guess the "pit" part of the pun refers to the armpits.

I don't know. They could do better.

Okay, so just out of curiosity, 'cause again, not my job,

you have any proof of this,

or you pull all this out of your gold-plated ass?

If you show her, she'll never leave.

Okay.

What in the holy hell?

My crime lab.

Emillia McDunnough,

nephew killed her for a lottery ticket.

PK Benton, decapitated in his trailer park.

Talk to the gentleman in lot eight.

Maxi Tran, the manicurist did it.

Why I'm the only one who figured that out escapes me.

Shall I go on?

Why didn't you tell anyone?

I am not authorized.

Mr. Prescott, I'd like to know exactly how you did all of this

when everybody in town knows that you haven't been off of your property in five years,

ever since...

Hey!

The murder weapon was a double-edged blade,

likely an oyster knife, based on hilt guard marks,

wound edge bruising, and blood loss.

An oyster knife.

And the victim had a toothache in the days before his murder.

- And you know that how? - Because he knows everything.

Well, because he looks like a Smurf.

Likely the result of excessive benzocaine from an oral pain relief gel.

Now, get this corpse off my property and to the coroner's.

We don't have a coroner.

You really have no idea what's going on out there, do you?

Boggsville.

Six months ago, the mayor told everyone

that their paychecks were gonna bounce.

Cops left, garbage men quit,

and, in case anyone other than my kid gives a crap,

the library closed.

They only kept me because the radar gun is the one thing

standing between this town and bankruptcy.

It ain't glamorous or satisfying

or really anything other than unmitigated hell,

but I'm it.

Last one standing.

So I'm gonna ask you one more time, Mr. Prescott.

How is it that you know about all of these murders

when you haven't been off of your property since...

Stop.

You haven't been off of your property

since your wife was murdered.

Yeah, there's been a murder at the old Prescott compound two miles east of Boggsville.

No ID. All we know is that he's been stabbed,

potentially by an oyster knife.

Three years of writing tickets does not qualify you to opine on cause of death.

You tell that son of a bitch Bellwether Prescott to expect me.

Sheriff's on his way.

So people around town say that you're an agoraphobe, which means...

That's an anxiety disorder

in which one fears places or situations that cause panic.

It's a fear of fear. Not my issue.

You know, people telecommute to work. I telecommute to life.

My days could not be more full.

I play chess with an opponent in Norway.

I'm learning to make tortellini from an Italian nonna.

The world is my oyster.

Hey, hey, hey, what the hell?

Do not contaminate the crime scene!

I have degrees in criminology

from excellent online institutions.

Yeah? And I learned how to floss on YouTube.

Step away.

Bellwether is what they call a polymath.

- A polymath? - Yes, like Leonardo da Vinci.

Hmm. If you're so smart, how come you haven't solved your wife's murder?

That was incredibly hurtful.

Oh, God, this is disgusting.

Okay, Addams Family,

as far as I'm concerned, you both are suspects.

As far as I'm concerned, you're trespassing.

Six generations of Prescotts have lived on this land.

We have dredged. We have drunk.

Some have even fathered the occasional bastard child.

But we have never, ever committed murder.

Mm, uh...

What would really be helpful, Mum,

is if you would fetch me some Ziplocs.

Hey, I could arrest you.

Darby!

Come on in.

Oh, look, it's the speed trap queen.

It's my job. You were speeding.

A girl's gotta make a living. I get it.

I must've done, like, a thousand lap dances back in the day.

And you did them beautifully.

Even in high school, we knew you had that special touch.

- Aww. - Gross.

Now, your mama called and said there's a hole in the gator fence.

The alligator situation is under control,

but I would love your help with the murder victim.

That is one blue son of a bitch.

Hmm, definitely bluebottles. Probably on their second molt.

There you go.

Time of death is...

three days ago, likely Monday night.

Bygones be bygones?

Organic in nature,

which you'd care about if you were a real cop.

Well, if Florida were a real place,

maybe I'd be a real cop.

Let me guess. You're not from here?

Detroit. And none of your business.

Lorde.

Uh-huh.

On my way.

Emergency. I have to go.

Do not go near the crime scene.

Final warning!

Five years, Bell.

Maybe it's really time to move on.

I miss my son,

the one who was off to New Zealand or India

or God knows where.

If you don't mind, I'd like to concentrate on getting rid of this dead body

before the whole place starts to stink.

Ugh, Jamie Dykstra smelled like a swamp rat

from the day he was born.

Can't possibly get any worse.

- Jamie Dykstra? - Mm.

Why didn't you tell the officer who he was?

I don't know. I thought maybe you killed him.

I hate seeing you like this.

What are you even looking for?

I've seen Dykstra's name somewhere.

Jamie Dykstra.

$5,000 made out to cash by you.

Endorsed by Dykstra a week before your murder.

What's the connection between you and the murder victim?

What was the $5,000 for, Vida?

Naughty gator!

Naughty, naughty gator.

It's the first meeting of Dinosaur Club.

If I'm late, I'll get a sad face.

We walked in as soon as the bell rang.

Legally, that means no sad face.

911. Is this a real emergency,

or you have something stuck up your butt?

I identified the victim, Jamie Dykstra.

But if you don't do something with his remains,

my alligator's gonna finish the job.

The sheriff got held up by an accident

involving a harpoon at a bait shop in Dorcas,

and that's all I'm allowed to say, okay?

Bellwether.

No, no, no, Bellwether. Where are you going?

What are you... What are you doing?

I need to find a place to preserve this body.

You know what Dr. Wright said.

Stress creates panic, and panic creates agoraphobia.

Step aside, Mother.

Everything is under control.

You can't just stuff a dead body

in the passenger seat and leave.

I thought you wanted me to run off to India, New Zealand.

I thought you wanted me to have adventure.

I do, I do, but we just need to discuss this.

What if you have a panic attack?

Goodbye, Mother.

Rocket Pop?

Back so soon?

I got a report about a missing ice cream truck.

My ex has no trust. It's always been an issue.

Where's the body?

In the ice cream truck.

You don't need to be concerned about that now.

Before, you did,

but now the body has ceased decomposing.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You put the murder victim inside the stolen ice cream truck?

Do you have any idea how many violations I could charge you with?

Oh, look, I'll make my quota all in one.

Because that's all you care about, your quota and not murder.

Yeah? Yeah? Well, I found out Dykstra was released last week

from Grayton Correctional after serving five years for robbery.

How's that for not caring?

And I don't have time to care. So that was a one-off.

Checotah, did you make any deliveries last week

to Jamie Dykstra? It's important.

Oh, uh...

Yeah, a metal detector.

Right.

Why don't me and Checotah go to my dumpster fire of an ex about the truck and...

Yeah, you two deal with this, like, murder situation, okay?

Uh, hey, be safe, man.

I know why Dykstra was here.

My great-granddad made rum during Prohibition...

From the extra sugarcane in our fields.

He buried the proceeds in coffee tins in our garden.

Now, how Dykstra found this out, I do not know,

but given the metal detector, he was trying to rob me.

Well, what happened to the metal detector?

Are you out of your damn mind?

Your mother called.

She thinks you're gonna have a heart attack.

Sit down. Now.

Well, hello to you too.

I don't talk to people who write doctors speeding tickets.

- Dr. Otis is with The National Health Service Corps. - Okay.

Only till I pay off my student loans.

Then back to Atlanta where, I'm gonna open a Botox clinic and make bank.

While you're here, can I interest you in a dead body?

I think the hideous shade of blue is because of...

Excessive benzocaine, like in topical oral pain relief gel.

Mm. Only place to get that is the pharmacy on Seagate.

You need to get to the pharmacy.

- We have a break in our case. - It's not our case.

It's not even my case. I'm off-duty in a half an hour,

and then I have to pick up Tyler, take him to karate.

I do not have time to run around playing Nancy Drew.

Nancy Drew was far more talented than you,

and she was a fictitious child from the 1930s.

Hey, if you want it done, then do it.

But leave the body in the truck until the county sheriff arrives.

Once again, I am city.

Felonies are county, got it?

- Hey, Mum? - Yeah?

You catch bad guys?

Yeah, bad guys who speed.

You know what?

Let's make a pit stop. Come on.

We're all out of Plan B.

Good to know, Kevin, but that's not why I'm here.

Did you sell tooth pain gel to James Dykstra?

Do you know how many people come through here?

Last Thursday.

Great.

Thanks, Kevin.

He says he did.

Did you ask if he saw anything strange?

Okay, in case the boundaries got blurred here,

I do not take orders from you, and I don't have time for this.

Are you even a cop,

or have you ever seen a movie that has cops in it?

Stop baiting me.

Are you sure I have to answer more questions?

My God, have you alienated the entire town?

Um, I have the sheriff on the phone, so... yes.

Dykstra bought benzocaine, but that's all I know.

His vocal pitch. He's lying.

Liar, liar, lab coat on fire!

Liar.

Fine.

I saw Dykstra fighting with a redhead.

She had a "Mermaids Do It Wetter" T-shirt. Wicked hot.

In a trashy stripper way,

not in a high-class stripper way.

Please don't give me the details.

Hard to get it just right with you.

What?

Daenerys' mum is a stripper.

Florida.

I know where the redhead works.

What's a stripper?

Let's go to tae kwon do.

It's an employee's T-shirt from Okahoochee Springs.

That's, like, 25 miles away.

I'm back on duty this afternoon.

- Not a chance. - This is critical, Cammie.

- We need to go there. - There is no "we."

If you wanna do it, then just do it.

But don't drag me into this bullshit any further, thank you very much.

So the cop isn't gonna help you anymore, is she?

What if there's a connection between this murder and Vida's?

What if this is my last chance

to find the person who took her away from me?

Well, then maybe it's time to really do something about it.

I'd have to do it myself, but I...

Please don't leave me, Bell.

I can't leave here.

I believe in you, Bell.

I do.

You know our deal.

If you leave, you can't have me.

I don't have you now.

You got this, Bellwether.

I embrace discomfort. I confront my fears.

I embrace discomfort. I confront my fears. I embrace...

- You're off campus. - Yes.

Fine. I'm driving.

- I'm gonna vomit. - No, sniff this.

Not kidding. Ginger ale, ice chips, newsprint

got me through my first trimester.

Hey there.

I'm Arvin, the wildlife guide here at Okahoochee Springs.

I got a whole family of gopher tortoises down by the mangroves.

We're here to see a mermaid. Official business.

Mm-hmm.

All right, well, this is our mermaid roster.

Are you okay there, buddy?

Magnifique.

The redhead. That one.

Mermaid Kelsey.

"Mermaid Kelsey likes toasted marshmallows and a positive attitude."

Florida.

Yeah, well, the best place to catch her

is when she comes outta the lagoon.

Let's get you in there, huh?

Look, I don't know what I'm doing here,

except I hate handing out tickets

and I hate everybody hating me.

So I thought, maybe for once,

I'll do something that matters.

Hello! Prescott?

Prescott.

Like, what happened?

- Are you okay? - He doesn't look okay.

- What's wrong with him? - Oh, he's agoraphobic.

Is that the thing where you wanna have sex with dead people?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

You may wanna ask them about Jamie Dykstra.

Yeah, getting there.

So tell me about this fight that you and Jamie had.

When he was in prison, I told him I'd wait,

but then I met Arvin, and, you know.

Kels, babe, maybe you should ask why she's asking.

Don't tell.

Jamie's been murdered.

So where were you Monday night, Kelsey?

Oh, my God. Poor Jamie.

You were with your sister.

I remember 'cause I had to pick up new catch poles in Orlando.

Oh, don't worry about him. He's probably also drunk.

No judgment, man.

There's plenty of cool agoraphobes.

Talking about the real deal.

Like Proust, Emily Dickinson,

the Beach Boys dude, Howard Hughes.

- Wow. - He's dumb and smart.

I am so confused right now.

A fellow historian.

There's not many of us around here.

Yeah. Not a lot of people know this,

but Howard Hughes was kidnapped by Aristotle Onassis

and didn't actually die until 1987,

and that's if he's even dead at all, right?

And it was Onassis' money that financed 9/11,

which was obviously an inside job, because everybody knows

that jet fuel doesn't melt steel beams. Come on.

- Everyone. - Nope. Just dumb.

You have sex with this man?

I would never hurt Jamie.

Any idea who would?

Manny Galarza.

He took over Jamie's oyster boat when he got locked up

and he wouldn't give it back.

And yes, I do. He's really thorough.

- Aw, match made in heaven. - I know.

What is happening right now?

Just, you know, singing along to the radio

like normal American humans sometimes do

when they're out in the world.

- You did actual police work. - Mm-hmm.

I didn't know that was a thing you could do.

I know.

Interviewing my first suspect. How exciting.

So much better than sitting in my car all day

getting vagina cancer from a radar gun.

Must you be so crass?

Why, yes, I must, kind sir.

So, did you have a job before you stopped doing things, or...

No.

I was raising money to restore the seafront.

It was going to be beautiful.

It would've given this town the life it deserves.

Hmm. You did a pretty bad job.

When I went inside, I stopped.

No open containers.

Oh, please. This is the Panhandle.

- Why are you doing this? - Doing what?

Putting yourself through hell.

You could have just left that body until the sheriff came,

stayed in your weird house with your weird mum for the rest of your life.

There is a chance Dykstra's murder is connected to Vida's.

I'm gonna turn off Pitbull.

It doesn't feel appropriate for the moment.

I never had a purpose.

My whole life, I jumped from interest to interest.

I got a degree in zoology because I got interested in this certain kind of sloth.

And then I briefly became one of the world's leading experts on sloths.

And I even traveled to Colombia

to study sloths and...

Ah, it doesn't matter.

The point is, then I met Vida

and she became my purpose.

And she inspired me to do the seafront project

since the two things I loved were her and this town.

She made me feel so alive.

And then somebody killed her.

And you can't put yourself through hell

when you're already in it.

So now may I?

Yeah, go ahead.

- To Vida. - To Vida.

What?

Vida's scarf.

It's gone.

Oh, it must be in the lagoon.

I need to get home.

I thought you left because I left.

I thought...

I thought I'd never see you again.

I'm here for now.

But if I were you, I wouldn't leave again.

Oh, hey, Ty.

Sheriff was on his way from Dorcas,

but he got delayed by an overturned big rig

filled with contraband howler monkeys.

Mm. Hey, I'll just be a minute.

I bet Urleen will give you a cookie.

Yay!

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

Okay.

I got it!

All right.

Now, I'm gonna give you a silver dollar if... hold on...

if you...

try a tomato.

Whoa.

- Can I have another? - Of course you can.

I did some digging

and I found out Manny Galarza has a record of felony assault.

Maybe if you want, we could pay him a visit.

"We."

I think she likes you.

- Don't be ridiculous. - I'm sorry?

I have no further interest in this investigation.

You're on your own.

I... I went out on a limb for you here and you're just...

You're just done?

Yes, I'm just done.

So you're gonna hide in your house

and pretend like you live in the past,

which, by the way, you basically made up.

- What is she talking about? - What are you talking about?

I read Vida's file. She was a...

She was a spoiled drunk with a brutal temper.

Aren't you gonna defend me?

Well, at least I didn't make babies

with that glob of snot Marcus Malin.

I made a mistake.

You made a choice.

You didn't have a marriage. You had a train wreck.

- We're leaving, Ty. - I wanna stay.

Mrs. Prescott's gonna introduce me to Moseley.

Who introduces a six-year-old to their pet alligator?

You don't know anything about my marriage. You are a stranger.

- Yeah, well, you're a... - A drunk?

No, you're a coward.

I'm fine with drunks, not so much with cowards.

- Oh, great exit line! - Uh-huh.

You come up with that beforehand?

License and registration.

So, Adam...

Are you allowed to leave your post?

Oh, screw it. Not like it matters.

White folks hate me 'cause I'm Black

and Black folks hate me 'cause of the badge,

but, you know, paycheck and pension.

I hear you.

I go where the money is too. I'm a hedge fund manager.

I live in New York six months,

here the other six to avoid taxes.

Mm, wow.

You must be so proud.

I pay all of mine because, you know,

just seems like that's what one's supposed to do.

That's funny 'cause you get paid by taxes.

It's kind of like you're paying your own salary.

Yeah. That's hilarious.

I'm just gonna use the restroom.

Excuse me.

Manny Galarza?

Hands on the wheel!

Oh.

That's some bammer shit, Manny. Let's go for a ride.

That shit's legal in 23 states.

Not in Florida, buddy.

I really think you gotta start putting the past behind you.

You know, if you ever wanna...

make way for the future.

Oh, spare me the tribal wisdom.

It's not tribal, you racist.

It's Forrest Gump.

How high are you right now?

Mm.

I heard your cop pal brought Galarza in for questioning.

You know his last order were for rubber gloves,

zip ties, and a bone saw?

Where were you Monday?

- I'll kill you, traffic cop bitch. - Sit, sit.

Manny Galarza, is it?

The finest oyster man on the Panhan... dle.

What kind of bullshit is this?

There is a question that has plagued me.

Which goes better with oysters,

hefeweizen or Muscadet?

Some people say Muscadet because it's got this crisp...

It was insane for you to question him yourself.

Do you know how strong someone has to be

to shuck a thousand oysters a day?

- This is my job. - Since when? Since yesterday?

But if you ask me, it's better with salmon.

So I'd go with the Muscadet!

Great.

So now that we're all pals here,

where were you Monday night?

Indian bingo.

And I had a few beers and I tried to catch frogs.

- Get any? - Nah.

How is this relevant?

If he's lying and went to your place,

he would've had to take the highway.

I was on duty Monday night.

I can check my body cam footage.

So if your truck shows up...

Knock yourself out.

You don't see my truck, don't you?

Oh, gross.

Florida.

Is that it?

No, doesn't have the bull bar.

Oh, shit.

You were making a date.

Well, some people have Tinder,

I have the I-10.

Sex without commitment is vulgar.

What century are you from?

And not that you'd understand,

but I need certain stuff done to me

and I need to do certain stuff to other people

and I'm not gonna apologize for that.

She's right, man. Women have drives.

- Slut-shaming's wrong. - Mm-hmm.

Learned that from my ex-stepdaughter.

- Can I have my weed back, please? - No.

Okay, that's it.

Wait, roll back.

There!

The Okahoochee van.

Didn't Arvin say that he was in Orlando Monday night?

Appreciate that, I'll hold.

Okahoochee said Arvin's only worked there four months.

They're checking his HR file.

Do you ever wonder if the people you meet

on the interstate have diseases?

SeaWorld?

You sure about that?

For three years, huh?

Okay. Thanks.

He lied.

When I worked for The Post, I did a story on SeaWorld.

They vet everyone.

No way a nutcase like Arvin slipped through.

You were a journalist?

Until Marcus fired me for getting pregnant,

which is funny because he's the one who got me pregnant.

That's my point, casual sex is not nice.

Why did Arvin lie about SeaWorld?

Well, we know that Dykstra spent the last five years in Grayton.

And that Arvin was not at SeaWorld.

- I should check Grayton. - You should check Grayton.

I'm sorry your son doesn't have a father.

- Oh, my God, it's so slow. - It's your VPN.

Tyler has a father. He just doesn't have a dad.

Arvin Palanko, convicted of manslaughter,

incarcerated at Grayton, released in May.

Do you know that Florida correctional officers have their own Facebook group?

I learned about it when I was looking

into the murder of Niklas Lidstrom.

Officer Lorde, it is your lucky day.

What's another word for "friend" in Elvish?

Oh, my God, it's a prison play.

"Mellon."

Arvin and Dykstra, together again.

It makes perfect sense!

Dykstra brags about your buried treasure to Arvin

and tells him he's gonna go after it once he gets out.

Perfect sense.

Then Arvin gets paroled, relocates here,

and waits for Dykstra's release

so he can get in on the buried treasure too.

My heart... Palpitations.

Dirt.

Here, I got it from your place.

You can hold on to it instead of the scarf.

What, home is your safe place, right?

This is like a portable safe place.

You did that for me? Thank you.

Okay, so this is supposedly where Arvin lives.

Get out.

Get out of the car.

Psst. Alligator breeding ground.

The spike that I found in Dykstra's shoe, it was an egg tooth.

- It's what baby gators use to get out of their shell. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay.

Open up.

I'm gonna go in.

I found the metal detector.

Ha!

You do not get to die.

You do not get to die.

Please don't die.

You shot him.

Yeah.

Never fired my gun before.

It was honestly kind of thrilling.

For now, I'm gonna try not to think what that says about me.

Okay.

I got nothing to do with this.

I've got an alligator egg tooth that says otherwise.

Consider this, Arvin.

While you were at Grayton,

Dykstra bragged to you about a rich family with buried treasure.

When he got paroled, he found out you moved here

and were getting biblical with his mermaid.

I love her, okay?

I was gonna blow the whole treasure thing off,

but then Jamie showed up at my place.

And then you followed him to Bell's and killed him.

Ow.

Then why don't I have the money? Hmm?

Here's what I think.

Using his metal detector, you started digging,

you damaged the fence, and Moseley came after you.

That's his pet alligator.

All that time at Okahoochee working with the gators

gave you a soft spot, didn't it, Arvin?

It was either kill Bill and Moseley

and get the treasure or escape.

He looked at me with those eyes.

You could murder someone but you couldn't kill an alligator?

That makes you a decent man, Arvin, at least to me.

As a decent man, I would appreciate it

if you could shed some light on the connection

between my wife and Jamie Dykstra.

You really wanna know?

Jamie found out your wife was having an affair and he blackmailed her.

That's how he knew about the treasure.

Vida told him.

I arrested some limp dick with a harpoon in Dorcas,

rounded up eight howler monkeys in Turkey Creek,

yet somehow this is the weird part of my day.

And why is Prescott here?

I'm turning myself in for driving with an expired license.

You irritate the hell out of me.

Well, then, perhaps the fine Officer Lorde

can write me a ticket and I'll be on my way.

Right after I book Mr. Palanko

for the murder of Jamie Dykstra.

You made an arrest?

Yes, Sheriff Grant.

I did.

You sure you wanna be here?

I mean, the whole Vida thing, it's a lot to process.

Nothing a Gulf oyster and a Hemingway daquiri can't fix.

Mm.

Holy shit, that's good.

Look at that sunset.

Even if it is Florida,

it should be illegal for something to be that beautiful.

Yes, it should.

I wasn't meaning you.

That wasn't what was happening.

Okay, okay.

All right.

Can I ask you something?

Did you know Vida was having an affair?

Because if you did, that would give you motive.

And if you have motive...

Before we discuss that...

Why don't you tell me who you really are?

What are you talking about?

Let's start with Niklas Lidstrom,

who thankfully is very much alive

and was one of the greatest defensemen in NHL history.

Played 20 seasons for the Red Wings.

Everyone from Detroit knows Lidstrom.

You don't. Ergo, you're not from Detroit.

Black people don't do hockey, okay?

Then there's that tattoo on your wrist, "BMT."

It's surely not a person.

Does anyone bother with the full monogram these days?

Then I thought of your slight diphthongal tendency.

And that points us to New York and leaves us with Brooklyn Manhattan Transit.

Meaningless to anyone but a true New Yorker,

say, one who was born near the Brooklyn Manhattan subway line,

who doesn't want anyone to know that

or anything else about her.

For the same reason she runs a quad VPN on her cell phone,

in spite of the fact that slows the damn thing down to the speed of mud.

You say I'm stuck in my past.

I say you're running from yours.

- Shall I go on? - No, you should not.

Think you're so smart?

That vial of dirt?

It was Tyler's cocoa.

Good night, whoever you are.

Hello?

Hello? Somebody there?

Layla?

Is this you?

Were you having an affair, Vida?

I thought we had a future together.

Didn't you?

I could answer that,

but I'm just a projection of your grief.

This isn't over, is it?

It's not.

I'll find your killer, Vida.