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Oh, she's going with a bold lip tonight. I like it.

Yeah, but is it too bold?

Like an old white lady deeply inspired by a picture she saw of Rihanna?

She's pulling it off.

- Yeah? - Okay, I'm going to Stacy's to study.

Sorry to miss this one.

Great, I won't have to hear you butcher Billie Eilish in your room.

How come you're not dressed yet?

Oh, he's not feeling well.

- You blowin' off your mom's concert? - Paul, he's sick.

Honeybun, I left pasta on the stove for you if you want a little nosh.

Thank you, Mom.

Probably just... eat and crash.

Honey, make sure you lock up, with everything going on in the neighborhood.

Where the fuck did you go? Why aren't you answering?

Lydia, are you okay?

Where's Mikey?

Yoo-hoo, Morgan fam!

We got a four-alarm real estate fire. Where are you?

Why him? Why? Why?

Uh, call me back.

Okay, well, that's a whole story. I'll get to that in a sec.

- It's crisis mode. - What?

There's been some chatter on the Citizen app about what happened here.

Sorry to bring it up and be that girl.

What kind of chatter?

Let's just say we need to nail the sale within the next 24 hours.

All right. Well, we got J.D.'s offer.

No proof of funds. Moving on. Can't dwell on the past.

Actually got a letter from that lovely intergenerational family.

I think they're people to consider. They're great.

Okay, fine. Sure.

And I'd be remiss if I didn't mention there have been some developments

with the developer that probably won't develop

because I know Lydia hates that.

And speaking of hate...

I hate that you didn't tell me you have

an extra 400 square feet just layin' around.

I'm smelling a bonus room.

And some piss.

It's the raccoons.

Yeah, diva, I know what human piss smells like. I was single once.

- Where is Lydia? - I don't fucking know, Greg!

Hey! Don't you come down on me, sir.

- I went to jail for you. - All right.

You know, I think it's actually a classic rumpus room.

Just leave.

Will you stop calling? She doesn't wanna talk to you.

Mikey? Wh... why the fuck are you answering my wife's phone?

I... I swear to God, if you did somethin' to her, I'm gonna fucking kill you.

Paulie, relax, okay? She's fine.

Listen, I found your... your little box of evidence.

Wait. Is that Lydia? I hear that.

I... I know how she clears her throat.

You don't know my throat.

Lydia, what's goin' on?

I'm married to a lying bastard, that's what.

Okay. I don't know what manipulative bullshit Mikey's telling you,

but you need to come home, Lydia!

We...

We have a situation with the house, and... and...

Do what you want. You always do.

Uh... hello?

That fuckin' loser. Am I right?

Hey, thanks for the lift home.

Yeah, well, it was the least I could do.

Yeah.

After bashin' my head in and holdin' me hostage.

Yeah, that's why I said it was the least I could do.

Um, what about your guys that were looking for you?

Should I be worried about them?

Oh, no, no, no. I... I was bluffin'.

What?

Then what was the money for? How do you sleep at night?

Just on all levels.

'Cause th... Do you not have sh... I would have given you sheets.

Well, I have sheets. I just... They're...

- You know, I haven't been home, so-- - I can't. Okay... I'm just gonna go.

Oh. Hang on.

- Thank you. - There... Yeah.

Jesus.

Oh man.

Maybe this is a bad idea.

Oh, for shit's sake. Can you just stop being such a coward and let your son in?

All right.

- Try not to miss me too much. - Okay.

Come on up, kid.

Look, I know you have your reasons for not telling Dennis the truth.

Jimmy was a good father.

Please do not take that from my son.

- But he thinks he's gonna die. - He's not.

The CT scan is gonna come back fine.

The boy hasn't known for the past 38 years.

We don't need to be drudgin' up the past.

What are we drudgin'?

Oh! Oh, we tryin' to dr... drudge this baby out!

So happy you're here, babe.

Me too. Look at you two!

My two most important women in my life about to bring in the most important man.

Well, apart from my father. May he rest in peace.

Hi. I am so sorry.

I just got word that Dr. Cutler has a family emergency

and is not gonna be able to make it for the delivery.

- Wait, what? - Oh no!

- Not make it at all, not make it? - Wait--

We have excellent doctors on call. You're gonna be in great hands.

- No! - We're gonna be in great hands.

I wanna be in the hands of my out-of-network doctor

that I already vetted and... and, you know, met!

All right. I would be more than happy to deliver this baby.

Okay?

Oh. Mom, you know what?

I could really go for a sandwich right now.

- My blood sugar... just dropped. - Oh. Okay!

Well, I'll see what I can drudge up.

All right.

- Yeah. Okay. - Thanks, Mama.

- Yeah. - Love you.

Uh, love you more.

Uh, babe, are you all right?

No.

Dennis, this is... this is how it happens.

This is how I become some sad statistic because I get a shitty doctor

who doesn't listen and ends up cutting me open like a side of beef.

Baby, I promise you I am not gonna let that happen.

Look, I'm sorry that I've not been myself recently,

but I'm back now.

Daddy's got you.

Okay. Oh! That's actually hurtin' me a little.

Could you-- Okay. Don't worry about it.

What is he doin' sittin' out there? Is he all right?

Oh, I swear to God, Bobby, if you blabbed your mouth...

I didn't say shit, all right?

Well, keep your mouth shut, and let me handle this.

Oh, honey. I don't even know where to start.

Yeah, well, it... it's all very confusing. I mean, why would you...

why would you change your name, huh?

I mean, why are you hiding your dead brother from me?

Because I'm embarrassed, okay?

You've seen Bobby. That's who I was.

A piece of trailer trash from Duval County.

Yeah, I'm from Possum's Hollow.

Our mayor was a literal possum. He was elected.

- He was an elected official. - Well, you had a good childhood.

You had parents who didn't resent you for just being alive.

I guess...

I just wanted you to see who I wanted to be.

But I should've trusted in the truth of us,

how we knew from the moment that we met that we were meant for each other.

At the Tulsa Regional Airport?

Ha! It's...

it... it's just too much.

I mean, the lying.

The cheating.

I mean, what about the sob story about the fire?

- No, there really was a fire. - Margo.

We couldn't pay for heat, so we had these shitty space heaters.

I had bought these cute curtains to make the place less depressing.

- They caught on fire. - So you lost a few curtains.

- Your brother's alive. - He was never the same, J.D.

The smoke inhalation gave him asthma, and half his body is burned.

He's like a Ken doll down there.

He can't, uh...

So how does he go to the bathroom?

It's tough.

I mean, I ruined his life.

That's why I let him live on the boat. I...

He is the only family I've got.

Except for you and Harper.

I know I messed up.

But let me get him out of our hair, okay?

I'll go back to the boat, and I'll pack him up.

I'll do it.

Told you. That's him.

That's J.D. Campbell.

Okay, I love a good stakeout,

but we're not really taking that crazy lady's insane theory seriously, are we?

Which part is insane?

Um, literally every part. The neighbors were involved

in a drug-fueled sex scandal, and the kid got caught in the middle?

You have to admit, there is something strange going on.

Paul got busted in a drug sting.

And don't forget about this true crime.

Okay. Okay. I followed up.

There's no death certificate, and his body never showed up at the morgue.

- What? That's even weirder. - All right.

This video is very blurry.

- And Phyllis is a full-on kook-a-dook. - She's not a kook-a-dook!

Don't say that. You don't know what else she has going on.

All right. Why are you upset?

- 'Cause my boobs don't hurt. - What?

If I was pregnant, they would hurt, but they don't.

- They're, like, perfectly fine. - Honey.

They're... I think they're hard, even.

They're like... they're like boob bricks.

Go ahead. Punch me in the boob. You'll see.

No, I... I don't want... I don't want to.

Okay, I... I'm gonna say, with love...

you do seem a touch hormonal.

- No, I don't! - Okay.

Can we please just keep talking about murder?

Of course.

Of course we can. Look.

Phyllis did make one valid point here.

It's weird the parents sealed the autopsy.

- Yeah. - Okay.

Especially with a killer still out there.

Oh God, it's work.

Okay. Hey. Hey.

All right. We're gonna be okay, bub. We really are, all right?

Listen, some people play Mozart for their babies in utero.

We investigate murders that happened in the house we wanna raise our baby in.

Yeah.

- Whoo! - Whoo!

Thanks so much.

I'm Emily Morgan.

I got one more song for you.

Yeah, yeah. I'll be right down.

I'm just finishin' some work upstairs, but feel free to look anywhere down here.

I gotta say, you have great timing.

I just branched out on my own, so a quick flip like this is...

It's perfect.

Uh, well, a... a quick sale would be perfect for me.

Yeah. Yeah, Greg told me about the offer that fell through.

Yeah. Huh? Hey, go figure.

Out-of-work soap opera actor and he can't show proof of funds.

Yeah.

- This house has great bones. - Uh, yeah, it does.

Garden needs a little work.

I'd just rip out that mandarin tree and make room for a pool.

Yeah, well, you can rip out anything you want for the right price.

I'll give you 200... under asking.

Cash, no escrow, no inspections.

- 200 under? I-- - Yeah.

No, why... why would I agree to that?

Because I know your son was murdered during an armed robbery,

and you waited three years to sell to avoid disclosing it,

and that maybe someone in this house had something to do with it.

Okay, look, you can't believe everything you read on Citizen.

I didn't read it on Citizen.

Well, hello.

Gwen? What are you doing here?

I just wanted to thank you for the tip on the Morgan house.

The one you couldn't come up with the money for?

What are you talking about? They already accepted our offer.

Ask your husband.

Oh, and, um...

apologies for the construction noise that you're about to live through.

It's gonna be fucking relentless.

I appreciate you being cool about all this, man.

Oh, it's... it's okay.

So tell me, uh... you and Mar--

You and Luann, do you have any other family?

No. Mama's dead,

and Daddy's in jail,

for, uh... for stealin' boats.

No, I'm just kiddin'.

It was vehicular manslaughter.

- All right, cut the shit! All right? - Jesus Christ!

You really her brother, or are you fuckin' her, or both?

Don't bullshit me, Bobby.

That is gross, okay? That's my sister, all right? I swear.

Drop your pants.

What the fuck? Come on, man.

Drop your fuckin' pants.

- Okay. - Now!

What the fuck is that?

Oh my God!

How the hell you think I feel?

Wha... So she was tellin' the truth.

- It's all such a mind tangle. - Oh, I know, I know.

Women are... They're so complicated.

But I'll tell you what, Luann, you have her heart

ever since she first saw you on Rising Tides...

Right.

...she has been obsessed.

I mean, why do you think she stalked you at the Tulsa Regional Airport?

What do you mean, stalked me?

Come on, you don't... really think it was a coincidence

you both ended up at that Kenny Rogers Roasters, do you?

Yeah, there was a bomb threat. We had to get off the plane.

No! No, no, there was no bomb threat.

That was a classic Bob threat.

And you're welcome.

All right, tell me the truth. What does she really want?

'Cause I know she's always playing the long game. Talk!

Games? I don't know about a game.

You wanna keep what's left of that thing, you better talk quick.

I'm tellin' you, okay?

I... Whoa!

It's the prenup, all right?

She's just stickin' it out till she gets her cut.

- Okay? Just put the gun down, okay, buddy? - You fuckin'...

- You fuckin' grifter. - Okay, put the gun--

Whoa! Shit!

Help!

My asthma!

Help me!

Kill me now!

Just put me out of my misery.

- I can't do it. - Yes, you can. You're doing great.

You have never seen a woman give birth before.

Well, I have.

You're doing really good, Mom.

Just a few more big pushes. Remember, you gotta push into your butt.

- Like you're pooping. - No. No, I don't wanna poop.

I don't wanna poop. Are you gonna cut me open?

- Please don't cut me... - Hey.

- Hey, hey, hey! - Nobody is cutting anyone, okay?

I'm right here with you, I promise.

Okay. Thank you so much for not being shitty.

You got this, Mom. You're doing so good.

- Dad, I need you to support her head. - Oh, yeah.

God, you look familiar.

Oh, yeah, people say I look like Jason Momoa.

No. Nobody says that.

- Stop telling people that. - Okay.

Okay, Mom, can you count backwards from five for me?

- You can do it. - Do it with me, all right?

Five. Four.

Three. Two.

- Big push. - One.

Your hair is different. It looks good.

Thanks, it's been like this for a while.

Sorry. I'm sorry, honey. I understand why you've been avoiding me.

- Mom. - No, no. I...

It's been a few years,

and I've just been a deadbeat, terrible mom.

Can we not do this here?

Yeah, sure. I was just proving my own point.

So have you guys sold the house yet?

Dad said you've been a little resistant, which feels on-brand.

Did he? Yeah, well, it's been very hard for me.

I have feelings. Your father doesn't.

Well, I think you'll feel better when you get out of there. I know I do.

Yeah, I know, it's just...

Um...

I feel your brother there.

But I'm... I'm glad you're good.

I'm glad you're taking care of yourself.

Someone has to.

I deserve that.

I feel him, too, when I play.

Sometimes.

You feel Jacob?

I mostly feel him making fun of me.

Well, I think you sounded great.

I'm so glad you're still singing.

I kind of think it's what... got me through.

Yeah.

I know everyone says I need to move on, but...

I just feel like if...

if I let myself stop missing him for even a second,

it's like I'm saying, it's okay that he's not here.

Oh my God, I'm doing it again.

Bartender, cut me off.

Well.

After this.

Dear Paul and family,

I'll be honest, the thought of buying your house terrifies me.

It's the same feeling I had when I first met my wife, Carla.

Yes!

It's the thought of losing a thing I've always wanted

before I even have it.

Love makes you do things you never thought you were capable of.

It makes you feel invincible.

Why isn't it... Fuck!

But also so fragile you could break at any moment

because you can't live without it.

That's how I feel about your house.

It feels like a place where love grows.

Like that, Mama?

Yeah, just like that.

I think I'm so pretty. Look at me!

Shut up. Don't.

I'm going to prom!

Like your beautiful mandarin tree,

where I can picture my son climbing and reaching for the sky.

Thank you so much for your consideration.

Sincerely, Dennis Sampson.

Hey, honeybun, it's me. Again.

I just wanna tell you that we're selling the house.

And, um... I don't know if...

I don't know where I'm gonna end up, but

come find me, okay?

Please?

I love you.

He's so beautiful.

Like his mama.

My little Jimmy, come here.

My good boy!

My beautiful boy.

I'm gonna be the best dad

for as long as I can be.

I just hope he remembers me.

Of course he'll remember you, love.

You know, uh...

I... I try to remember my dad's face

sometimes, and it's... it's like it's blurry.

And I, uh...

Uh, I don't... I don't wanna be a... a blurry face to him.

Dennis, you're not gonna die of sarcoidosis.

You don't know that.

Jimmy wasn't your biological father.

Wh... what?

Your mom asked me not to tell you, but I can't not tell you.

You bein' serious?

Yeah.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

What's happening?

The Morgans accepted our bid.

We got the Los Feliz place.

Oh my God.

That's where I know you from.

Hey, doll. Hop in.

Margo?

Hi!

Where's my mom?

Well, she got caught in traffic,

so I thought we could have a little girl time.

Come on, put your stuff in the back, and get on in here.

Okay.

Oh, you're home.

Not for long, apparently.

Just getting some things.

Well, hey, if you're plannin' to move in with Mikey,

you should know he's got no bedsheets.

He... All right.

Will you please just let me know what's goin' on, huh? Talk to me.

Oh, now you wanna talk? That's hilarious.

Come on. No. Stop.

- Hey-- - Get off of me!

Okay, what? What? What the hell did Mikey do to you?

He fucked me, Paul. He fucked me hard. Is that what you wanna hear?

That's not funny.

Well, maybe I should have married him.

Maybe he's a drug addict, but at least he communicates.

Well, I'm sure whatever he communicated to you was a lie.

How could you not tell me that Jacob stole something from your jobsite?

It was just a... a pair of stupid earrings for some girl.

I didn't think it was a big deal.

Well, if I had known, maybe I could have done something.

It... it happened way before.

Uh, and how was I supposed to know that he'd been stealing from the neighbors?

Did you ever think he may have been acting out to get your attention?

Maybe if you talked to him

instead of just grounding him every time he messed up, he wouldn't have--

Maybe if you didn't bring a... a fucking gun into the house,

our son would still be alive.

That's on you, Lydia. Not me.

You think I don't know that?

I've punished myself for that every second of my life.

Look. I'm...

I'm sorry. All right? I didn't mean it.

You really hate me, don't you?

Lydia, stop.

No, I see it.

I see it.

And all these years,

I'm realizing I didn't know what that look meant, but now I do.

You despise me.

I do not.

Stop lying for once in your goddamn life!

- Be real. - Okay.

- Okay. You... you want me to be real? - Yeah.

These last few years have been absolute hell!

Yeah, I've wanted to leave you a thousand times!

But I stayed 'cause I felt guilty.

I knew if I left you, you... you'd be all alone.

'Cause no one in their right mind

would wanna be with the person you've become!

And that's the fuckin' truth!

Dad?

Emily! What are you doin'?

Give me that. Don't... don't look in there.

What is...

Is this from that night?

Why do you have all this?

To protect you.

I'm going to Stacy's to study.

You're blowin' off your mom's concert?

Probably just eat and crash.

Oh my God!

No, no, no. No!

I've been over it in my head a million times.

How could I not recognize him?

- I should have-- - No. Don't do that.

It's not your fault, honey. It was just... It was a horrible accident.

That I caused, and he's gone. And I ruined your life.

No, you didn't ruin my life, honey.

No. No.

You are my life.

Wait a minute. Wh...

What is this?

- Why is this in there? - What?

Em. Em, you said you shot that gun once that night, right?

Yeah.

Why does it matter?

Because this... this is a bullet casing.

And the one I found that night is...

It's in a pillowcase upstairs.

- So what does that mean? - I...

- Hey, babe. - Hey.

I have terrible news.

Are you okay? Is the baby okay?

Yeah. No, we're totally fine. Sorry. I should have phrased that better.

The Morgans accepted another offer.

- Well, that fuckin' blows. - Mm-hmm.

'Cause I think I might've just cracked the case on their son's murder.

You got that autopsy report?

Okay, you better work.

- It is my actual work. - Yeah.

And according to this, the bullet that killed Jacob

was fired by a .40 caliber gun.

No. What's a .40 caliber gun?

The one in J.D. Campbell's hand.

Oh fuck.

Fuck-a-doodle-doo.