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Previously on Hap and Leonard

You have to help me.

Don't be dead Florida.

You've done nothing to help me find Florida Grange

I told you she ain't here no more.

If somethin' happened to Florida,

somebody gonna pay.

One of them Klan's boy put

a bullet in your head,

and you've died for nothing.

You are an ugly man.

- Ugly ideas - You still here tomorrow,

don't say I didn't warn you.

Run!

They're in the Thicket now.

[LUCINDA WILLIAMS' "LIKE A ROSE" PLAYS]

♪ It's okay ♪

♪ You don't have to be afraid ♪

♪ There's nothin' to worry about 'cause we got it made ♪

♪ It's just a simple matter of ♪

♪ Letting me into your love ♪

♪ If you let that feeling come over you ♪

♪ Then there's nothin' more that you can do ♪

♪ Just let it go ♪

♪ Let it go ♪

♪ If it's love you want ♪

♪ Hold out your arms ♪

♪ It's all right here, it's safe and warm ♪

Need a ride, darlin'?

Someone needs to teach crazy here some manners.

- I'm gon' getcha. - Come on, now! Where you goin'?!

He's gon' get ya!

Oh! Oh, watch out, now!

- Ooh! - Watch out, girl!

We got a live one!

- Get her in the truck! - Get in that truck, girl.

Get her arms, Boone!

Hold her down, man! Get those arms!

I'm tryin'!

She just keeps movin'!

Don't let her buck, Boone!

- Hold her down! - I got... I got...

- Firecracker, damn it! - Stupid...

Hey!

Son of a bitch.

Best think this through, boy.

You don't know who you're messin' with.

Aah!

Let's get out of here, Boone!

Get up, Boone!

Let's go! Get out of here!

You're dead, boy!

Hey.

All right. Stay here.

I'ma go get somebody that can help, okay?

I'll be right back, okay?

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Can you tell me what happened?

Did he...

put his hands on you?

You can tell me.

You're safe.

I won't let him hurt you again.

My father used to...

hurt my mother that way.

And when I tried to stop him...

the fists'd come out.

So...

I seen you before.

Where?

I play music sometimes down at Blind Tillie's.

The black club?

Yes, ma'am.

I look like the kind of white woman

who hangs out at a black club?

Just where'd you get the idea that we tolerate

black boys messin' with white girls in this town?

I didn't touch her, I swear.

It was two white boys in a black pickup.

You wearin' a belt, Bobby Joe?

What you mean?

You wearin' a belt, I said.

Well, yes, ma'am.

A belt's a good way to put an end to all this.

That's what I'm sayin'.

I want to talk to my lawyer.

What'd you say?

I got a right, don't I?

That's funny.

He's right.

Whatever rights he had,

after what he done to that girl, he don't have any more.

She ain't said what he did to her.

We know what he did.

He asked for his lawyer.

Never mind. Cut him loose.

- I didn't say we should cut him lose. - Nope. I did.

Get him outta here.

It's your lucky day, boy.

What do you... What do you think?

You think we lost 'em?

I think we the ones lost.

'Cause I-I think we lost 'em.

Keep walkin'.

What the hell is this?

Even when we're lost,

all roads lead to him.

- Who? - The Klan.

Brown's the head of it.

Aw, sorry I got you into this mess, Leonard.

The hell you sorry for?

Ain't your fault people are assholes.

Oh, I'm still sorry.

Don't you go get soft on me, now, Hap.

We got our hands on Brown, I'ma need ya.

All right.

Well.

Damn.

Aw, hell!

- Aw! - The hell with that!

God damn!

- Aah! - Aah!

Now I'm gon' blame you for all this.

Blame me? What'd I do?

Well, you hadn't burned down that crack house,

Hanson wouldn't have gotten the idea

to send us all down here.

Hanson didn't send us... he sent you.

Only reason I'm here is 'cause I'm stupid enough

to be your goddamn friend.

If Florida woulda am-scrayed

when she realized Grovetown wasn't no Disney World,

we wouldn't be here now.

Damn!

What the hell was that?

I don't know.

Florida's car.

Gee.

Just 'cause we found her car,

that don't mean to say she's dead.

Don't mean she ain't either.

Ooh. Just in time.

Gimme that.

Let me go! Stop it!

Let go!

She dead, ain't she?

Probably.

What else is on there?

Reminder...

call Gary Randall at Slaughter/Connolly.

I want to find out if licensing L.C.'s song might be an option

if I don't like the split this guy offers on distribution.

Also, how long

until the rights for the master revert back to Bobby Joe?

Note to self... if I ever have a chance to get a record deal,

find a lawyer who knows more about the music business than I do.

So if you're too shopped out to cook,

too tired of that son-in-law you can't stand

eats all the green pickles before you say grace,

if your family's too damn big or just too damn lazy,

get on down to Maude's Diner.

It's the place to be this Christmas.

Now, as promised, Mr. Burl Ives.

[BURL IVES' "SNOW FOR JOHNNY" PLAYS ON RADIO]

All right.

♪ Please send some snow ♪

♪ Some snow for Johnny ♪

♪ He wants to build... ♪ Hello.

- Hi. - How you doing?

- Sonny Knox. - Florida Grange.

Uh... so, uh,

where's that boy?

Uh, I-I'm sorry.

Bobby Joe should've been here by now.

Well... you know how it is,

between CP time and musician time...

no offense.

Some taken.

Can I get you anything...

coffee, wine, champagne spritzer?

Coffee'd be nice, thank you.

Coffee. How do you like it?

Uh, a little sugar, please.

- Little sugar. - Thank you, thank you.

♪ Some snow for Johnny ♪

♪ He wants to build ♪ Don't mess this up.

Geez. She's beautiful.

♪ I'd like to build a snowman ♪

Stay cool, stay cool.

Stay Sonny.

Little sugar.

Stay Sonny.

All right, all right. There we go.

♪ Yes, everything is ready ♪

♪ And I'm all set to go ♪

There you go.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

So funny... we like, uh, our coffee the same.

You know, that's... it's amazing 'cause, you know,

Jews were like the original black people.

Well, y-you know, they were more brown.

That's why Jews and blacks always got along

because... you know, it's like bagels and lox.

We're like an endangered species here, you know?

I mean, bottom line,

sometimes you got to see kismet for what it is.

And what is that?

Kismet.

♪ Got a big long cigar, too ♪

Mr. Knox I'm short on time.

Sh... Shall we get down to business?

Yeah, sure. Uh, have you heard the recording?

Uh, not yet, no.

Well, you know, it was L.C. Soothe's last recording.

Bobby Joe thinks it's worth a fortune.

I'm not so sure. But...

But I'm feeling great,

it's Christmastime,

and I'm willin' to make Bobby Joe a deal.

I didn't know, uh, Jews celebrated Christmas.

Yeah, well, you know, when in Grovetown...

So, you know what?

This is nuts.

$1,000, all... I'm not even gonna think about...

all in... publishing, masters.

I'll even throw in a new guitar.

Well... Well, nearly new.

My... My friend left it here a month ago.

Either, um, what they say about disc jockeys is true

or you think you're talkin' to a fool.

♪ Thanks for the snow ♪

Uh, what do they say about disc jockeys? What...

That the only thing they know how to lay down is a record.

You want to throw down with me, you gon' have to come correct.

All right. Okay.

Listen, why don't we get out of here, have a drink?

Things always feel better with a drink in your hand.

♪ Thanks for... airs ♪

♪ Thanks for... airs ♪

I think your record is skippin'.

♪ Thanks for... airs ♪ All right. Wait here.

Just hold on. Just let me... Damn.

♪ Thanks for... airs ♪

♪ Thanks for... airs ♪ Stupid.

Burl Ives, I hate you.

♪ ...doors as fast as he could go ♪

Listen, listen, I got a plan.

We go for a drink,

we get somethin' to eat, me and you.

Uh, kismet, remember? Kismet?

The last man

who put his hands on me without an invitation...

I shot.

Shot.

You call me when you get serious

about makin' a deal with Bobby Joe.

♪ Thanks for the snow ♪ I love her.

She shot a man!

She shot a man.

Oh, "Last man that..."

She's got a lot of fire in her gut.

She really does.

♪ Thanks for the snow ♪ People.

Forget about Burl.

Let me tell you about this girl.

A-hey! You get it?

Like a rhyme.

♪ Can't you feel a happy holiday in the air ♪

♪ Whatever you do, don't worry ♪

♪ Whatever you do, don't frown ♪

♪ Bring out the jingle bells ♪

♪ Ring a ling a bells ♪

♪ All join in for one more chorus ♪

♪ It's Christmas, Christmas ♪

♪ Everybody needs... ♪

LaBorde Sheriff's Department. Officer Pendergrasp.

How may I direct your call?

Detective Marvin Hanson, please.

This is Florida Grange.

Hey, merry Christmas, Florida.

Merry Christmas, Peg.

If you don't mind me saying this...

I know he's been calling you, but you're a strong black woman.

Can I say that?

You just did.

Well, it's none of my business,

but sometimes the best thing

you can give yourself for Christmas

is the one thing no one would ever think to give you,

and that is to move on.

Uh, thank you.

Now, can you put the call through, please?

I'm in a bit of a hurry.

Oh, yes, ma'am.

Lieutenant Hanson.

Merry Christmas, Marvin.

You know what would make for a very merry Christmas?

Marvin, I think I need your help with something. Could you...

Hold on a minute, Florida.

Sorry. Go ahead.

Look, I'm in Grovetown.

Grovetown? Why?

I came here to negotiate a contract for a client.

We had a meeting scheduled. He never showed.

I can't think of any reason unless...

Unless what?

Unless something happened.

Something like what, Florida?

I don't know. Use your imagination.

I'd like for you to call the Grovetown Police Department,

put out an APB for Bobby Joe Soothe.

I got a better idea... you come home.

I don't like you being down there alone.

So you're not gon' help me.

I'm helping you by telling you to get out of Grovetown.

Fine. I'll take care of it myself.

Baby, please come home.

I can't.

Not yet.

And you don't get to call me "baby" anymore.

♪ 'Tis the season to be jolly ♪

♪ Don we now our gay apparel ♪

You look like you could use a cup of coffee.

Oh, I would die for one. Thank you.

♪ Troll the ancient Yuletide treasure ♪

Good Lord.

That and a little... something a little heavier?

Thank you.

- Hey, Frank. - Hey, Truman. Merry Christmas.

How you doin', Margaret?

Hi, Truman.

Coffee, Maude.

♪ Strike the harp and join the chorus ♪

Black and hot.

♪ Follow me in merry measure ♪

Today.

You're sittin' at my table.

There's plenty of room at the counter.

Well, it's just that I like sittin' here.

Hey, everybody! There's a-a dude hangin' from the bridge!

Unit 12, you got everything you need?

Little out of your jurisdiction, aren't you, Ms. Grange?

I wondered what happened to you, Sneed.

I bet you fit in real good around here.

Is that your chief?

This area's closed.

That's Bobby Joe Soothe.

And what's that make you?

His lawyer.

Good. Here we go.

Chief.

This is Florida Grange from LaBorde.

Says she's the dead guy's lawyer.

What happened here?

Fella died at the end of a rope, and someone called it in.

Now you know what I know.

There's an FBI unit in Nacogdoches.

You call them?

No. No, I haven't.

But I will call you should I need your services.

Do you do estate plannin'?

Somebody hung a black man from a bridge,

and that makes this a federal case.

Maybe it's just a good, old-fashioned suicide.

People tend to off themselves around the holidays.

I can't say why...

depression, loneliness, boredom.

Maybe...

Maybe he just didn't get what he wanted for Christmas.

You think this is funny?

I think it would be funny if we made any decisions

before the coroner has his say.

Fine.

I'd like to be present at the autopsy.

This ain't the way I do things in my town.

But I will need you to come on down to identify the body.

So, what do you say, Frank?

Died of cerebral hypoxia, Chief...

asphyxiation due to...

So it is possible that he hung himself, hmm?

It's possible.

Seriously?

Always best we keep an open mind

about these things, Ms. Grange, until we know more.

That's kind of hard to do when you're clearly leading him.

What Bobby Joe do, beat himself up and then hang himself?

Mm.

How many dead bodies you seen?

Enough to know that this man did not kill himself.

Exactly how do you know that...

doctor?

He's got bruises on his face, a cut on his lip,

ligature marks on his wrists that suggest he's been tied up.

Now, I suppose it's possible that he tied himself up,

beat himself up, and then hung himself.

I mean, this is Grovetown, right?

I tell you what.

Why don't we call it a suicide, Frank,

uh, but you put that in pencil.

If my investigation turns up anything,

well, we could always change it.

Can I use your phone, Frank?

Pay phone's down the hall.

What are you doing?

Calling the FBI in Nacogdoches.

Now, now, Ms. Grange.

It's a little premature, don't you think?

Why is it the men in this town always try to calm me down

when I know that they're lyin'?

Go home, counselor.

Your client's dead. My nuts are barkin'.

Nothin' you're doin' right now

is gonna bring him back or me any relief.

I find something out, I'll call ya.

I find something out, I'll call ya.

He definitely part of it,

however it went down.

That was a trunk.

Better let me look

case you don't like what ya find in there.

Ugh. Good idea.

Hap.

Ah, thank God!

Don't go gettin' all religious on me.

She ain't here, so...

so there's hope.

How do you see hope?

Look around, Hap.

We're stuck in the middle of nowhere,

wet and cold as shit!

Bobby Joe Soothe is dead, Florida missin',

and the Klan is on our ass!

We don't know how we're gon' get through the night,

much less get out of Grovetown.

No matter what happens,

you always see everything as peachy keen!

Come on! Get in!

Hold that.

Just 'cause Florida ain't in this trunk

don't mean she ain't in some other trunk.

Till I know for sure she's dead, she ain't dead.

All right?

We agree on that?

You know, sometimes I worry about you.

Yeah, well, I appreciate that.

Right now, we got to get to Hanson

'fore Hanson gets to Cantuck

'cause if Cantuck is who we think he is...

Hanson might be next.

Now...

Yep.

Whew.

No, no, no. God damn it!

What?

Out of gas.

You got to be shittin' me!

No, I ain't shittin' you.

Hello?

Excuse me? Is anybody here?

Well, hello.

Good afternoon.

Please tell me you ain't lost.

Uh, I'm Bobby Joe Soothe's lawyer.

I'd like to see his room, please.

Uh, well, I'd have to ask the owner first.

Wait a minute. I am the owner.

That was...

I'm sorry. That... You're just so pretty.

Um, uh,

Tim Garner.

- Florida Grange. - Hi.

Can I see Bobby Joe's room?

Um, I'd like to show you. I really would.

But, see, uh, Chief told me he...

Bobby Joe, that is... committed suicide.

Poor man.

- We all got our devils, I guess. - Mm-hmm.

Anyway, Chief told me not to let anyone in after he left.

He don't want nobody messin' with his stuff

till he says so, is what, um...

Will that get me in?

Uh...

Well, Bobby Joe does still owe 72 bucks for the room,

and dead men ain't known to pay their bills so...

I-I'll need a room for the night, as well,

and some gas.

Yeah, uh, th-that'll be $12 for the room.

Gas, you'll have to wait on.

I'm expecting a delivery tomorrow.

There you are. You keep the change.

Okay.

Chief of Police says this is his town.

This is his town,

he knows who killed Bobby Joe.

For all I know, he's in on it.

I need to find someone around here who I can trust,

somebody who knows what's goin' on.

Maybe, uh, the cook at the diner.

You hang around here as long as he has,

you're bound to know somethin.

♪ Here comes Mary Christmas ♪

♪ Ready as can be ♪

♪ On the Christmas tree ♪

I was hopin' I'd find you here.

Good mornin'.

Yesterday was a good mornin'.

Today...

not so much.

Thank you.

- Thank you, sir. - Uh-huh.

♪ She's dressed in red and green and white...♪

Howdy.

Would you like to have this?

You know, I tried to be nice.

Bacon, didn't I try to be nice?

But here you are again in my seat.

I thought that was your seat.

Oh, they're all my seats.

I thought I made that clear yesterday.

♪ Here comes Mary Christmas ♪

What's clear to me, sir, is that federal law prohibits

any establishment, even in a town as backwards as this one,

from discriminatin' on the basis of race, color,

religion, or national origin.

Most people know that that means

that even if you're black,

if this is America,

you can eat at a restaurant... any restaurant.

Now you know that, too.

Boy.

You better tame your girl here.

She's got a mouth on her.

She ain't my girl...

any more than I'm your boy.

♪ O-O-O-Oh, here comes Mary Christmas ♪

What?

Old man, you're lucky I like your Huevos Rancheros.

Bacon.

Let's get Ms. Grange her coffee to go, please.

Comin' up.

I'd say that's a good idea.

Weather's unpredictable. It's got teeth.

If I was you, I'd drive straight through.

You don't want to be dillydallying around here no more.

I know you took those tapes from Bobby Joe's trailer.

Don't come back.

♪ They baptized me one fine day ♪

♪ Down at the river's edge ♪

♪ All my sins are washed away ♪

♪ Like water under the bridge ♪

♪ Now the river run clear, and the river run clean ♪

♪ And the river run rough sometime ♪

♪ River run wild, and it run serene ♪

♪ Just like a friend of mine ♪

Ho, ho, h...

Ho!

What if you're wrong?

If the Klan killed Bobby Joe,

the L.C. Soothe tapes would've been in his trailer.

They weren't.

Those tapes would have to be worth a lot of money

to kill somebody over.

Well, they're worth enough.

I think whoever killed Bobby Joe

wanted to make it look like the Klan did it.

Whoever tries to sell those tapes to Sonny Knox

is the killer.

Daggone. You're real good at this.

Unfortunately, I've had a lot of practice.

Sonny, are you around?

Oh, God. Jesus, Sonny!

Who did this to ya?

I gotta get the shit kicked out of me

to get some attention from you?

Who did this, Sonny?

Cleavon. Aah.

The bass player from Blind Tillie's.

Was lookin' for Bobby Joe's tapes.

Lookin' or sellin'?

Lookin'.

Where you goin'?!

Now, I didn't kill no Bobby Joe.

He owe me money.

You don't kill a man that owe you money.

You beat up Sonny Knox, so you'll forgive me

if I have a hard time believin' you right now.

I punched him 'cause I thought he got them tapes.

And I figured it'd make up for what Bobby Joe owed me.

Baby, I could use a drink right now.

In fact, I think we all could.

I-I'm all... I'm fine, thank you.

She'll have one.

Just bring it.

All right. Just one.

Of course just one.

I ain't made of free booze.

Go on, Cleavon. Go on.

He's a good man.

Bass player.

All a bass player wanna do

is put a song in your heart and a swing in your step.

'Course, he's a expert at foreplay.

But, now, a percussionist?

Child, mnh-mnh.

They dangerous.

Crazy.

Psycho amazing sex, though.

But they ain't good at long-term relationships.

They got too much anger built up in 'em.

Mm, but it wasn't no percussionist killed Bobby Joe.

Who do you think killed him?

It wasn't no percussionist.

Women loved Bobby Joe.

And he loved to love the women.

Women and cards.

That's what he loved.

But he wasn't lucky in love or lucky in cards.

But havin' bad luck alone

don't get ya killed over here.

Mm, no. Mnh-mnh.

We all know what killed Bobby Joe.

I wish you were wrong.

Me too, girl. Me too.

Shit.

So, uh, find out how long

till the rights to the master revert back to Bobby Joe.

Uh, and, uh, note to self...

if I ever have a chance to sign a record deal,

find a lawyer who knows

more about the music business than I do.

to Bobby Joe.

Joe.

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