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We were so close.

The Striplings are probably already in the Bahamas having daiquiris.

It's only 9:30.

Daiquiris aren't really a breakfast drink.

- Can't someone just go and arrest them? - It's not that simple, Rosa.

And there's extradition rules.

There's applications and authorizations, and, you know, bureaus calling bureaus

and then lots of different crossing wires

and things that lead ultimately to the ability to go do something like that.

It's not like you just, you know, go and do it.

- You don't know, do you? - I don't.

But I believe I'm in the ballpark, yeah.

Let's see here.

I can't be talking to you.

I know, but I missed you.

And also, Nick Stripling's still alive.

I've got his cell phone and a pretty good idea where he is.

I don't know, I thought maybe we could swing by and we could talk

- about what our next move should be. - Fuck no!

All right, that's a great starting place.

- How about a double fuck no? - We'll call that a baby step.

I know I'm in a bit of a jam here.

Dude, you're a murder suspect.

Maybe it's even a pickle.

Look, Ro, you are so good at these situations.

I need your help, guy.

Ro would always regret what he said next.

- Come over. - Thank you.

Next time, can't we just start here?

Now, don't hang up on me. You know that's a pet peeve of...

Considering the way things had been going,

the smart move was for Neville to lay low,

but he had a hunch the Dragon Queen could help him.

His hunches were as bad as Yancy's.

- Get off! - The fuck?

Egg!

My man. My main man. My brother.

I am none of those things.

You are not. No.

You seen that kid Neville?

No. I just dropped the boss and his missus.

Now I'm gassin' up the plane,

taking some drug runners, you know, back to the States, so...

I'm sure they appreciate you telling everyone.

Excellent point.

Hey, you have a second?

You look parched.

Wanna grab a quick coffee? Or we could... All right.

Well, we can push it. Rain check.

Wow, that guy is scary.

Egg couldn't help but feel frustrated,

both by Neville and sexually,

but he was pretty sure he could go fix one of those.

Couldn't find him. He's bleeding pretty bad.

He'll turn up in the hospital or dead.

I can't remember the last time someone ran away

while my tongue was in their mouth.

You missed your chance.

Would've been good too.

You can go.

Why men don't ever know when they're supposed to leave?

Yancy still had the stink of a dug-up grave on him,

so he needed a shower and a change of clothes.

Pull over. I'll get out here in case the cops are waiting at my place.

Just like high school.

My boyfriend Keith used to drop me off a block away

so I could sneak in after curfew.

I gotta be honest with you, I don't like the sound of that.

You and Keith, staying out late,

doing God knows what.

You know, curfews exist because of guys like Keith.

Oh, my God. You make me need coffee.

I don't make you do anything. I'm not Keith.

I'll meet you later at Rogelio's.

Bring Keith.

After the initial excitement wore off,

Cody buried himself in one of the books Yancy had never read.

Damn, this dude is a good writer.

Yeah.

Hey, you all right?

I'm just kind of tired of running.

Yeah, you know what? It's... Actually, never mind.

You know, I don't like it when people don't finish their thoughts.

I find it really selfish and arrogant.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

I don't know, it's kind of stupid, but I was thinking I'm 27 now,

and you know, they probably wouldn't chase you

if we were, like, a real couple.

I don't know, Cody.

Yeah. No, you're right.

But Bonnie had always seen her life as a series of problems,

and the people around her, well, they were just solutions.

So, who knows...

maybe she had found another one.

Get off me.

- Oh, what the... - It's okay. Just let this happen.

- Just relax, just breathe. - Bonnie.

Easy, easy.

Andrew. Will you get off of him, please?

As she looked at the forged deed,

Gracie knew she was close to a point of no return.

You wanted to see me?

Thanks for coming.

Ya-Ya, we have guests.

When I hear you was trying to sell

your husband's little piece of land on the beach,

I know we had to talk.

As you can see, James gave it to me for my service.

I tell him I could only accept if I'm able to help.

You can't put a price on the relief you brought James and our whole family.

Fuck this. Call a lawyer, Mom.

Little girl, last time I stay quiet around your disrespect. No more.

Any more nonsense out your mouth, you'll regret it.

I'm sorry for her.

It's okay. She's grieving.

Tell her I'm always here for her.

What? Why you make the cat noise?

Because your claws was out. You was ready to go.

Nobody talk to you like that.

Except you.

So, when Mr. Wendell give you such a generous gift?

Right before his spirit leave him, he know the end was near.

Now, we could take a walk, or you could get in somebody else's face?

Nobody fucking with Ya-Ya today.

Look, can you just get him some Advil please?

- Thank you. - No.

- Are you kidding me? - Bonnie, he tried to kill me.

Stop being so dramatic. He tried to scare you.

You, on the other hand, tried to kill my husband.

I mean, what is it about me that just drives men to violence?

I don't know, but I'm pretty sure you shouldn't be so happy about it.

That golf cart thing is actually how I found her.

I saw the video online.

Sorry, man, I just thought you were dangerous.

See, you were trying to protect me.

Okay, look, you know that I root for love,

and I couldn't be happier for you two crazy kids.

But you're a fugitive. We both are. You can't stay here.

Well, you know what? I got a backup plan.

See, he's coming through for you. Go ahead. What is it?

Well, I got us a room at the Motor Inn.

Yeah.

Lesson one, champ: She doesn't do Motor Inns.

Any chance we could spend a few nights at the cabin

just until I figure out what's next?

Sure.

I gotta go to Ro's.

- Be gone before I'm back. - Yes.

That little fucker.

- 911. What's your emergency? - Yeah, hi.

I'm actually calling to report a sighting of a wanted man. Andrew Ya...

- Hey. - It's a false alarm.

Hey! No! What the...

Hopefully, you have the find your phone feature.

Dude, I just got a chick's number. I didn't back it up. Fuck!

Hey, excuse me. Yeah.

Go back to the woods or whatever.

Goddamn it.

As he waited for Yancy,

Ro couldn't stop thinking about all of Sonny's threats.

Flaco, have you seen Natalia's hair clip?

What hair clip?

Her unicorn hair clip. It's her favorite.

She can't find it, and she's losing her shit.

You okay?

- Why? - When you think,

your forehead gets all scrunched.

You're gonna get lines.

I should warn you, I'm not gonna get old with a guy who looks old.

Too late.

I'm good.

Are you sure?

Cross my heart.

- Okay. Bye. - Okay.

We're not open yet.

Not even for me?

Hey.

No, no, no.

I left my house for you, put on a nice outfit.

That greeting ain't acceptable. Come again.

Hello, Queen.

Better.

Who pissed in your beer?

Still no gunshot victim showing up at the hospital.

So sad for you.

Relax, man, it will all work out.

Things usually do for me.

I need a favor.

I wanna meet your boss.

I got something for him. Something good.

Good for you or good for the both of us?

I ain't decide yet.

We gotta see how you behave.

Hey, buddy. You won't believe my last couple days.

You okay? What's going on?

I'm sorry, man.

Ro, what did you do?

It's gonna be fine. Let the system work. You didn't do anything wrong.

You know the drill, step down and assume the position.

Arms up.

My former friend here just said it. I did nothing wrong.

- He's got a finger in his pocket. - That's not mine.

Andrew Yancy, you're under arrest for the murder of Israel O'Peele.

Goddamn, it feels good to say that.

Your nose looks terrible. How'd that happen?

Get him out of here.

Your sheriff said you set this up.

You made the right decision, man. Thank you.

Okay.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say will be used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to talk to an attorney

and have them present while being questioned.

If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you.

You have the right to an...

What's with all the notebooks?

Actually, sorry.

It's just... Don't go through that one.

What are these? Diaries?

They're...

It's, like, a book that I'm writing.

You're a writer?

- Trying to be. - What's it about?

Well, it's about this.

Us.

Bonnie didn't wanna get ahead of herself,

but if he was still good in bed, they'd probably be married by the weekend.

The Yancy family cabin on the St. Johns River

had been there for years.

It was quaint,

which in Florida speak, means it had no air-conditioning and tons of bugs.

On the positive side, Bonnie was pretty damn sure

that the Oklahoma State Police had no idea

that this godforsaken place even existed.

Okay.

No one will bother us here.

I thought the same damn thing.

Sorry, Andrew told us the cabin would be empty.

That sounds like my son.

How is he?

I'm just saying you are wearing that uniform.

Free weights or just body weights?

You look great. What's the secret?

Not even Tilly or her beloved carrots

could make Eve forget that Yancy was still alive,

and she knew just who to blame.

- Mind if I join you? - You may not.

What if I told you that Yancy just got charged with murder?

Florida Crime Blotter. Right there.

How are you not done yet? It's, like, one short paragraph.

Fuck off and let me finish.

Now, you can get in the 'cuzzi.

Holy shit, babe.

It's like we couldn't have planned it better, right?

I hope the charges stick.

You know, I wonder if I should send Caitlin over to Yancy's place

just to plant a cell phone or something.

I know what you're gonna say, she'll just fuck it up,

but she's a good girl.

She's such a good girl, babe.

We should keep talking about her instead of doing this.

Dude, we're about to bone here.

I have an offer from the Dragon Queen.

What the fuck's a Dragon Queen?

I called over

and there is no record of any private plane leaving that airport at that time.

I saw him with my own eyes, Monte.

He's alive. Are you telling me that they found nothing?

They did find a decomposed finger in your pocket.

Well, that's just for good luck. That's my special thing.

It's Nick's finger.

We dug it up so we could go through his cell phone.

Have they even checked his cell phone yet?

There's no cell phone in evidence.

Fucking Mendez. You know he took it.

- Hey. - Hey?

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I knew you'd tell him, and then he wouldn't have shown up.

All right, gentlemen, gentlemen,

I do appreciate the raw emotion of your native tongue.

I'd love to be included in this.

- What are you doing? You know him. - What do you mean what?

You don't think it's possible that he went to interview that piece of shit doctor,

and the guy pulled a gun and Yancy had to shoot him?

- Did that happen? - No.

See?

Excuse me.

By the way, this is the least sexy you've ever been.

I'm not feeling it either.

This is bullshit. I'm coming down there.

No, don't do that.

You could lose your job.

I can help.

Really? Are you a witness?

Did you see Nick Stripling alive?

No, but I did see the plane.

Yeah, nobody's gonna believe you either. Without proof, that plane doesn't exist.

Look, I know you told me to leave it alone and I put you in a bad spot,

but, Ro, this does not feel great.

You think I feel great?

Sorry, I'd hate to hurt your feelings.

You be in emotional prison. I'll be in the real one.

Evan Shook wasn't normally a deep thinker,

but he had convinced himself that if he could just find his phone,

he might get his mojo back as well.

Hello?

Nice badge.

Hey, I'm glad you guys caught that shit heap, Yancy.

Hope he gets fucking shivved in jail.

Actually, I'm looking for, like, an attractive, middle-aged white lady.

You and me both, sister.

A: Do not call me sister.

- That's not for you. - Okay.

Secondly, I can still see your wedding ring from here, so that's very gross.

Eagle eyes, huh?

I'm sorry, Miss, Officer, there was a lady here.

She kind of left with, like, the guy that she was with.

I know not where.

- Thank you. - Yep.

You know, this is the first time I've seen your house in the light.

Uh-huh.

Truly fucking insane, my man.

Thank you.

Not a compliment.

Problem with being a federal agent is

you can't even snoop around in a murder suspect's house without probable cause.

Or, you could just say fuck it.

I'm doing it. I'm going in.

This was just what Bonnie needed.

She tried to take it all in.

It was easier than she thought.

Cannonball!

It wasn't a cannonball, but Cody liked to yell that whenever he went swimming.

Manatee? Like the one that told you to clean up your life?

Andrew should keep his trap shut.

He always talked about how much you both love it here.

Yeah.

It took 33 million years to make this place.

It began with a tiny crack in the limestone,

allowing an underground river to feed a humongous fountain.

Wow.

That's not magic, I don't know what you call it.

Geology.

Now I see why you two got along so well.

You gotta come in. It's so clear.

Crystal clear.

A place like this holds up a mirror to our soul...

shows us what's real.

Sounds like doing mushrooms.

Yeah, it is kind of like that.

Andrew was right about you. You really are a hoot.

Been called worse.

Cannonball!

Just like that, all of Bonnie's skepticism washed away,

because this sure as hell felt pretty magical.

She got the message with a wink.

As far as Cody goes, well, she just had to follow her heart.

Look at our little Egg calling meetings, making moves.

Sorry. I know you've got a great opportunity for us.

She controls a piece of the beachfront

- you're trying... - I can speak for myself.

Looks like they haven't figured out who's wearing the pants today.

We do sort of a 50-50 thing in our house.

Right, babe?

Teamwork makes the dream work.

Whenever you're ready.

Dazzle us.

It's the Wendell property. Before he died,

James Wendell give it to me as payment for my services.

What services?

I help him die.

I know you make Mrs. Wendell an offer on the property.

Now you make me an offer instead.

It is a beautiful property.

Well, great.

Now that we've discussed this amazing opportunity, no more business.

- Go get us some drinks. - Coming up.

Well, you're making them. Let's go.

Thanks, guys.

Those are our guys, our guys. They're so cute.

What?

I don't think you and your husband make a 50-50 couple in no way.

Really? 60-40?

- No. - If you say so.

Wow, that's a pretty small crate for a dog your size.

Let me guess, you would've been here 20 minutes ago,

but you wanted to think of something clever and funny to say

for when you saw me.

Mission accomplished.

No, honestly, perfect line.

- Just keep talking. - Okay.

Do you realize how fucked you are?

Are you really gonna pin this shit on me?

- Yeah. - Over what,

me ripping out your goddamn mailbox a few hundred times?

You know, allegedly.

What are we even doing here, man?

Have you ever been in a fight with someone for so long,

you don't even remember how it started?

I remember how it started.

You made everyone believe I was a dirty cop.

You are a dirty cop.

Yeah, but nobody knew that.

I have a feeling that anyone that met you would've known that right away.

I mean, they might not have known it, known it in their mind,

but they would've definitely have felt it and known it in here.

You're such an asshole.

- I'm an asshole. You're an asshole. - Yeah.

Who cares? Here's what matters:

Nick Stripling's alive, and he killed Israel O'Peele and Charles Phinney.

Now, I know that you took his phone.

So just let me out of here, and we'll find the guy together.

Listen, you can take all the credit and be the hero,

and hell, they'll probably give you a promotion for it.

Don't put your hatred for me over doing what you know what's right.

I'm sorry, did you say something?

I wasn't listening.

You were listening.

Yeah, you were listening and you know it.

Absolutely were listening.

Obviously, your land is great.

It's definitely worth the 700 grand that you want for it,

but I'm all tied up in construction right now. So...

I just... I don't have access to the capital.

Babe, come on. It's, like, the literal perfect spot for my boutique.

What if instead of, like, buying it,

we just dialed her in on the back-end thing?

So, you mean, like, give her 50 grand now for the deed

and then give her 3% of the first-year gross? No.

She would make, like, five times what her property is worth if we did that.

- We'd be suckers. - For me, baby.

All right. For you, anything.

So what do you say?

This shit does usually work?

What are you doing?

No one's talking to you.

This bullshit does usually work on the dumb tourists who come through here?

I mean, yeah.

- Yeah, they eat it up usually. - I felt like we...

Did you not feel like we were selling that...

- I did. - ...so well? I was, like, so in it.

Egg, leave us.

Hey, where do you think you're going? You work for me.

He's more afraid of me than you.

You know who I am?

Yeah, you're, like, a magician or some shit.

Yeah, and I love your vibe. Like, your whole style, everything with the hat.

Like, what is it, a wrap? And then the jewelry and your whole... Such a...

You can feel it, eh?

That heaviness in your chest.

The sense you've made a grave mistake.

Don't forget that feeling.

Consider it a warning.

I've been watching you.

You've been busy bees, you two.

Busy building, busy stealing, just busy, busy, busy.

You're thriving on my island because I allow it.

But it can all go away with a whisper.

So when the sun comes up tomorrow,

maybe you buy this piece of land from me, or not, ups to you.

As you Americans love to say...

"It's not personal, just business."

But know this:

Disrespect is always...

personal.

So before we talk again, it could serve you to ask around

and find out what happens to people who fuck with me.

Holy shit.

What the fuck happened?

How did they know Yancy was gonna be there?

Rosa, hey. Not the best place to be talking about our friend.

Oh, please, Sheriff Bubba?

Yo, I've talked to him on the phone, he doesn't know Spanish.

Sheriff. Word on the street is

you have a tiny dick.

Look, Monte says that

there's no record of them flying out of the airport.

We should break into that hangar

and find a manifest or

any proof they were there.

It's best if we stay out of that mess.

Are you serious?

He needs help.

Hey,

aren't you the ME from Miami?

- Yes. - The phone does not do you justice.

Gross.

I know that Yancy was causing us both a heap of trouble,

but he's been permanently sidelined, thanks to this guy.

Set him up, hook, line, and sinker.

I didn't know that.

I know things are

fucked up

but I have to think of my husband and kids

and mortgage, you know.

Yes, I understand.

Sorry, I was just surprised.

I didn't know you were a fucking prick.

To hell with her.

You did exactly what I would've done.

It was, without a doubt,

the worst thing anyone had ever said to Ro.

Bonnie was always one of those people that loved to say,

"Age is just a number."

But now she was starting to wonder

if it was finally time to figure out where the hell her life was going,

and with whom.

Hey, you.

Wow.

- Sorry. - That's okay.

I could use a "wow" every now and then.

I was just working on my book.

Yeah.

Make sure you put this in it.

You smell like a river.

In a good way?

No. Go shower.

Yes, ma'am. Whatever you say.

Bonnie couldn't help herself. I mean, who could?

When I signed up for senior honors English,

I thought maybe I'd learn a little.

Never thought someone would steal my heart.

Like an angel, there she was,

Ms. Chase, even hotter than she was in high school.

Her white top was unbuttoned low, which was pretty sweet.

More freckles than I remember, but who cares?

Today we went swimming with her old boyfriend's dad,

which was kinda weird, but he seems cool.

He didn't cockblock me or anything.

The pit hit her stomach pretty damn fast,

and it wasn't reading about purple hard-ons that could cut a diamond

or even ass cheeks you could rest your beer on.

It was that this supposed book seemed like it was written by a child.

Rosa had never done any breaking and entering without Yancy,

but the time had come.

Hello?

Hello?

Thank you, Candy.

A funny thing happened on the way in.

I completely fell asleep right before we landed and no one even noticed.

I swear I woke up when the wheels hit the tarmac.

Take that, regulators.

You guys need to get right back to work, or you wanna grab a beer?

Quieres una cerveza?

Okay, no. We can rain check.

I didn't hear anything...

Enrique, I say this as a friend,

but maybe you're doing a little too much of your own...

Keep talking, I'll fucking kill you.

Wow. That seemed overly aggressive.

Okay, Natalia had her bath. Do you want me to take her upstairs?

- Honey, you ready for bed? - Come on, Papa.

Daddy never has me go to bed this early.

Where is he?

He's in Miami, helping Uncle Yancy.

Go brush your teeth.

Thank you, Paula. You can go on home.

Okay.

Normally, Ro liked putting Benito to bed,

but tonight it took him somewhere he didn't wanna go.

Okay, you ready?

- Yeah. - Let's get to the loot.

This is super cool. This is like a pocket toolbox.

- You've got lots of stuff in there. - A knife?

Well, a knife is one of the tools in it, but it's also got a can opener. It's got...

When would they be opening cans?

- I'll take those. Thank you. - Oh, really?

I had a feeling that might happen, but we got more where that stuff came from.

Who's this for? Let me try to remember this one here.

Oh, my goodness, look at that, a unicorn hair clip.

I know unicorns are your favorite.

- I'm gonna go put it in. - Yeah, go ahead. You'll look great.

What could this be for this old sailor here?

Go ahead, have at it, rip it open. Look at that.

- A turtle? - Yeah.

Your dad was telling me that you don't like the red lights at night.

And did you know that those are for these little guys here?

These guys are born in the sand,

but then when they get big enough to crawl,

they follow the light of the moon back to the water where they're safe.

But if they see a white streetlamp,

sometimes they think that the white light is the moon,

and then they'll follow that into town,

and then they can, you know, get smooshed by a truck or a car,

you know, get killed by these vehicles that don't see them.

Bro.

How do they know to follow the moon?

It's their guiding light. Everybody's got one.

What's yours?

I don't know.

You know, most of the time, I just follow this guy here

and he usually leads me the right way.

All right, go play with that turtle.

What is the problem with a pocketknife?

It's a knife.

Fuck.

- What? - Nothing. It's all right.

So, is this what déjà vu feels like?

You know, I think I saw a bottle of 2009 Silver Oak.

You wait here and I'm gonna grab it.

Is that, like, a wine?

Yeah, that's a wine.

That's romantic as fuck.

The crickets weren't loud enough to drown out

Bonnie's screaming conscience.

Luckily, she'd learned how to bury the guilt so deep

that she'd forget all about it if she could just have a second alone.

You okay?

I really screwed up Cody, didn't I?

The moment that boy walked in the door, I could tell something wasn't right.

And you've met my son,

so you know I'm well-versed in grown men with issues between the ears.

I imagine you had a lot of fun with young Cody back in the day.

It was exciting, that's for sure.

And my life was never exciting.

But then you left town, moved on, he didn't.

He thought he was still in love, the dipshit.

It's my fault.

When I was swimming,

I saw your manatee.

And I felt like it was telling me to really go for it with Cody.

It sounds like it was a different manatee.

You wanna know what I always tell Andrew when he's in a pickle?

He calls it the pickle speech.

Not right now.

Understood.

Bonnie wasn't the only one

who felt trapped by all the poor choices she made.

You gotta be kidding me.

Main guy, right?

Well, I'm actually glad that it's you guys

'cause I know you've probably been hearing

some pretty great things about me from the Keys.

I know you two shitheads have a history of fucking with each other.

That's not the case.

Mr. Yancy got himself caught up in a murder, and we've got a witness.

My client didn't kill anyone.

That's great. Good job.

That's right. It was this Stripling guy who also happens to be dead.

When we arrested Yancy, we found Stripling's finger in his pocket.

Like now it's a crime all of a sudden to walk around with a finger in your pocket.

I mean, it's a long story.

That does not involve murder.

I mean, it does just, you know, isn't me committing a murder.

It's a close-range gunshot to the head. The neighbor heard the gunshot.

Seconds later, she spots Yancy walking out of the apartment.

I went over there to talk to O'Peele, but when I got there, he was already dead.

So you admit to knowing the victim

and being in his apartment the day he was killed?

How we doing?

Andrew is obviously being set up by someone with a grudge.

A grudge? I haven't had contact with Yancy in years.

That's not true. I smash this guy's mailbox

every time I'm in his neighborhood,

and recently, I broke his nose right through a body bag, like a soccer player.

Just wham. Came right out, and I cracked it.

So I would say that's close contact, and that's definitely with under a year.

Based on this evidence,

we have to recommend that the DA moves forward with an indictment.

Have to... I mean, you don't have to do anything.

This is America. Should we take a vote?

I'm not in support of it.

Well, let's keep in touch.

You know, you got my number.

I'm pretty available, so... Any of you guys on social media?

After a full hour of listening to Claspers talk

without a single person responding,

Rosa finally exhaled and resumed her search.

Oh, my God, are you okay?

I know you.

Cream, two sugars.

All right, be honest with me. How fucked am I on a scale from one to ten?

A million.

You couldn't just say ten?

You don't think I'd understand that ten is bad?

- You're fucked. - Oh, my God.

Here we go.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Regarding jurisdiction,

we're aware there may be a connection with the Phinney murder in Key West,

but because of O'Peele,

we're gonna let Officer Mendez hold your client here in Miami.

- That okay? - Time to vote again.

No, I'm not okay with that. You got anything to stop that?

Why are my kids here?

Hi, Daddy.

Sorry to interrupt.

I just spoke to Mrs. Blank, the primary witness in this matter.

Oh, for fucking Christ's sake. We've been through this.

She saw him there

- right after she heard the gunshots. - Correct.

That's what she said in her statement. You know what else she said?

I only have grape, no mango.

Benito had asked her for a snack.

Thank you.

But then I assured her it was "okay to tell me the whole story."

She says she "told Detective Mendez" that before the murder

she did see another man "hanging around O'Peele's apartment."

She remembered him because "he only had one arm."

Like the guy in the movie, The Fugitive.

She said I probably didn't see it because "there are no Mexicans in it."

I told her I'm not Mexican, "I'm Puerto Rican."

Yeah, she's super racist.

She went on to explain that Detective Mendez told her

to keep that part out of her statement.

Or the real murderer, Mr. Yancy, would probably go free.

I mean, I'm not a lawyer, but that feels like that would be good for my case. No?

Goddamn it.

I told you. A sock on the highway.

I thought we weren't gonna let this clown become a detective.

- It was three years ago. I forgot. - Forgot.

Okay, this is bullshit, all right. These two are married,

these two are best friends.

- We're good friends too. - Yeah.

You think that that's the only evidence I got, Sally?

There's a whole other folder on my fucking desk, okay?

- I'd go fucking get it. - I would love to see that too.

Yeah, you know what? I'm actually good either way with the folder.

You took our kids with you to interview a witness and then you brought them here?

I let Paula go home.

Showed up when it mattered, Ro.

Appreciate you.

Just a nod, not a smile?

God, it kills this guy to show any joy.

Johnna Russell, Oklahoma State Bureau of Investigation.

I'm looking for a Plover Chase.

I don't know who that is.

Bonnie.

Oh, yeah, she's out back.

- We have a problem. Mendez took off. - Goddamn it.

Bad guys always run, but don't feel bad. I mean, who could've seen that coming?

Yancy was right.

When you screw up, it's always easier to get the hell out of Dodge

than it is to face the music.

As for Bonnie, well, she knew in her heart it was time to stop running.

Just not today.

You just missed her.

Also, I'd like to report a stolen airboat.