Panhandle (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - To Bell or Not To Bell? - full transcript
When a dead body is found on his property, Bell suspects it is connected to an unsolved murder.
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.
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.