The Glades (2010–2013): Season 1, Episode 1 - Pilot - full transcript

[ Bird screeches ]

[ Birds screeching ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Lighter clicks ]

[ Vomits ]

[ Vomiting continues ]

Shit!
Justin!

[ Horn honks ]

Justin!

[ Horn honks ]

Justin!



[ Vomiting continues ]

I got to go!

Some say I don't play well with others.

I was a damn good detective in Chicago

until a disagreement with my boss
encouraged me to pack it up

and make a change.

So I put the windy cd in my rear view

and headed to the Sunshine State.

Kick back, play some golf,
work on my tan...

Maybe ride to catch a speeding ticket.

Yeah, well, that didn't work out.

Damn it, Jim.
Pick up.

Jim: Hey, you've reached
Jim Longworth.

I'm either out seeking justice
or trying to break 80.



Leave me a message.

[ Dialing ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

Now he's calling me.

Don't answer it.

Hello?

Carlos, he with you?

I'm not here.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

He's right here.

Oh, you must have heard.

I'm four over at the turn.

Birdied 3, 7, and 10
with a lip out at 11.

Yeah, that's great,
but we got a situation.

Yeah, we do.

I'm 4 holes away
from breaking 80

for the first time in my life.

A woman's body was found
in fisheating creek.

Well, she's not gonna be
any deader an hour from now.

Man:
Hey, come on!

And there's this tag
or message... whatever...

popping up all over town.

I think it might be related.

Who found the body?

Underaged kid
and her boyfriend.

Fell asleep in the swamp
last night.

How underaged are we talking?

I don't know.
16, 17.

Well, what was she doing
out there?

She doing the guy?

I didn't ask her that.

What the hell
did you ask?

Nothing. I'm still trying to
find her parents.

Listen, stick her in a room,

don't let her talk to anyone.

I want a clean shot at her
before her parents shut her up.

Jim...

[ Stammers, sighs ]

Call your wife.
Open your office.

It's Sunday.
My office is closed.

Yeah, I just opened it.

Uh, excuse me.

Yeah, uh, see this ball?

This ball

is part
of a murder investigation.

Anybody messes with this ball,
you go to jail.

Perdón por mi amigo, ¿eh?

Pero si alguien toca la hola...
ay, que no la toca, ¿okay?

Gracias.

What's wrong with you?

[ Siren wails ]

No scar tissue,
no water in her lungs.

Nothing in her stomach.

[ Microwave beeps ]

Her identity and cause
of death inconclusive

without the head.

You might want to give
that a minute. Aah!

Damn it.

You want to, uh,
look at the body?

Nope. She's dead.
I want to talk to the girl.

Any word from the parents?

Her mom's M.I.A.

Apparently not unusual
for the weekend,

especially with her husband
on a poker run in the keys.

Any of these geniuses
got a record?

Law-abiding,
far as we know.

Where's the boy?

Local kid.

Justin...Brussard.
22.

I sent him home.
Why?

He vomited all over my keyboard
giving his statement.

I got a call
into the girl's folks.

She's 16.

You can't talk to her
without a parent or guardian.

[ Sighs ]

Jim Longworth.

You're a cop?

Lieutenant.

Oh!

Uh, you need anything?

You want something to eat?

Something to drink?

Would you feel more comfortable
if we waited

till we located
one of your parents?

My parents?
Good luck with that.

So you're okay talking to me,
then?

Oh, we sent
your whatever he is...

boyfriend or whatever...
home.

He puked all over
my partner's keyboard.

[ Both laugh ]

He drinks too much.

Did he have sex with you?

No.

And what's this got to do

with the woman
without the head?

I don't know yet.

He said you guys got out there
a little after 10:00

and stayed out there all night.

Did you hear or see anything?

You mean related to the woman?

Yeah.

Did you hear or see anything

that might help us identify
who she was?

Like the person or persons
who might have dumped her there.

Maybe she died there.

Well, maybe.

We don't think so.

Well,
what do you think happened?

I think she was killed somewhere
else and then dumped there

so an alligator could destroy
the evidence.

I didn't hear anything.

Hmm.

What about this spot?

Anything special
about this spot for you two?

No.

No special meaning?

No.

Just a place to go.

A place for other people,
maybe?

Like young people...

to party, get drunk...

Try sex?

So it's kind of a dumb place
to dump a body, right?

If someone knew that.

How do you know
she didn't, like,

float there from upriver
or something?

Doesn't figure that way,
forensically.

Are you like
a forensics expert?

I'm an expert
in all things homicidal, Erin.

There isn't much about murder
I don't know...

Or can't figure out...

If I just keep asking
the right questions.

[ Breathing heavily ]

Oh!

Son of a bitch!

Oh!

Jim:
Is this absolutely necessary?

Callie:
You want to die of infection?

He looked
pretty hygienic to me.

Everyone looks hygienic

till the blood work comes back.

Either that's an exit wound

or all the surgeons in Chicago
are drunks.

My captain shot me.

On purpose?

He thought I slept
with his wife.

I didn't.

But I was the only one in
the department that didn't.

Good boy.

It feels like it's gonna hurt
like hell later on.

Well, I can give you something
for the pain,

but a six pack of beer
will do the same trick.

And then if I give you
something for the pain

and later on you want that
six pack, it's not good.

Callie, is it?

Oh. Yeah.

How long am I gonna have to wear
this thing?

Why?
You in some kind of hurry?

I have a titleist
with a perfect lie

sitting on the 14th fairway
at Belleair,

waiting for me to break 80

for the first time in my life.

Well, with that swing,
I'm not surprised.

Sign, date, and initial
where indicated.

What am I signing?

You're releasing the medical
center from liability

should you lose your hand
or die from infection

due to my incompetence.

I'm not signing this.

You will if you want
your pants back.

[ Sighs ]

That thing working?

No.

You lose your uniform again?

I'm just saying hit the gym
once in a while,

every little thing
won't throw your back out.

Yeah, we could be
workout partners.

Spend even more time together.

I got missing-persons files

from Orlando, Ocala,
Tampa, Miami.

Nothing promising so far.

Still waiting on Jacksonville,
Naples.

Naples?
That's like old people.

She wasn't that old.

Maybe she was visiting
relatives.

Dressed like that?
I don't think so.

What's wrong with the way
she was dressed?

Someone she was visiting
would have called it in

if she was missing,
don't you think?

We may not have her head,
compadre,

but we still have ours.

Carlos:
The club manager called.

He's getting complaints that
you've cordoned off an area

around your ball
on the 14th fairway.

I want to finish the round.

It's gonna be weeks before
you can swing a club, man.

Go pick up your ball.

I'm getting medical treatment.

I'll be fine
by the end of the week.

Esophageal abrasions?
What's that... like heartburn?

What causes that?

Acid reflux.
Spicy foods.

You.

How spicy?

Spicy.

Habanero spicy.

What's that test called again?
What test?

Barnuclear or something.

Barnucleous?
Yeah, that's what I said.

A skin graft to determine race.

Yeah, that one.

She's white.

And tan.

Any way to determine
if the tan is natural

or... or the result
of a tanning booth?

No. Both are caused from
exposure to uv rays.

Exposed evenly
like from a tanning bed

or mottled, like a native?

Fine.
I'll do a barnucleous.

Did you find out
if she had any kids?

Pelvic density suggests not.

But you'll do a test
to determine anyway.

Hey, if she's anything like
my mom,

she and my sister talk five times
a day, and they hate each other.

Whatever the hell that means.

It means..

I need a female perspective.

Hey.
Thanks.

Hey.
I was hoping I'd catch you.

Already not sure
how I feel about that.

I just wanted to run something
by you.

Yeah, I just came by to get
my check, and now I'm gonna go.

See, I have this theory.

Well, two theories, actually.

Now I need
someone like yourself

to just walk it through
with me.

Don't you have co-workers
for things like that?

I do. Yeah, lots of co-workers.
[ instrumental music plays ]

And a partner, I guess.
I mean, technically speaking.

He heads up
the local highway patrol.

Actually really like this song,
which is kind of weird.

Anyway, yeah, he's a nice guy.
Great wife.

They have me over for dinner
every Sunday.

But he's not a very good cop.

He's also not
a healthcare professional.

Or a woman.

I need a woman's perspective.

Who's a healthcare professional.
Right.

Yeah. Look, I really
can't do this right now.

[ Horn honks ]

Ooh, is that for you?

Hey, is that your car?

That looks like
a, what, sorento?

That's nice.
Nice and shiny.

Who's that waiting for you in the car?
That's my husband.

Your husband is 12?
All right, he's my son.

He looks annoyed.

[ Laughs ] He's 12.

So there's a husband somewhere.
Somewhere.

Maybe a drink, later,

which sounds a lot like a date,
but it's not.

Later I have to feed my son

and get on him
about his homework.

After that.

After that, I go to bed.

Breakfast. My treat.
Anywhere you want.

Okay.

I'll feed my son

and at least get him pretending
to be doing his homework.

You can come by around 8:00.
I'll give you 30 minutes.

8:00.
Yeah, 30 minutes.

Pretending to do his homework.

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

You got a minute
for some questions?

Can't.
Got to set up.

Actually, uh,
now is what I meant.

I already gave the other guy
my statement.

Mixed in with chunks

of whatever you had for dinner
last night.

I thought I'd do
a little follow-up

now that you're
presumably less hammered.

Look, I didn't have
anything to do

with that lady getting killed.

Well, I don't know that.

Why would I tell you
she was out there

if I had something to do
with it?

I don't know.
You're a moron?

I already know
you're not very bright.

It's not murder, but rape

will still get you
eight years in prison,

and you brought that
to our attention.

Rape?
I didn't rape anybody.

The presumption
is a 16-year-old

isn't emotionally capable

of consenting
to a sexual encounter,

so legally, the presumption is a
clear "no" across the board.

And having sex with someone
who says no is rape.

The legal age is 16.

She looked it up.
Went online or something.

She lied to you about that.

Which I'm assuming you believed

because it sced up better
with your immediate needs.

Any reason you can think of why
she lied to you about that?

Like maybe
it was her first time?

[ Laughs ] First time.

That's hilarious.

She indicated to me
that it was.

Maybe she indicated that
to you to mess with you.

What does any of this
have to do

with the woman
without the head?

What is it with everyone
and that question?

It's how
a police investigation works.

It's what we do.
We ask questions.

Sometimes direct,
sometimes indirect.

It doesn't matter
if they make sense to you.

Half the time
they don't make sense to me.

Well, I know
she's lying about that

because I know for a fact
the guy she did before me.

How do you know he's not lying?

Because he was my brother.

Was?

Is your brother dead?

Yeah, he is dead.

Got clipped on his motorcycle
by a tourist

on state road 301.

Interlake and 301.
They put that light up.

Put the light up
right after it happened,

like some frigging reminder
to me,

so every time I drive by,

I get to remember
how he got mangled

by some previa-driving asshole
from frigging Maine.

Well, at least
you've worked through it.

I'm gonna need to ask you
a few more questions,

so don't leave town
without checking with me first.

Why? I'm pretty sure
we just covered that.

[ Horn blares ]

♪ We're knock, knock, ♪
♪ till I found you ♪

♪ now that I found you ♪

♪ I ain't gonna let
my eyes off you ♪

♪ I can't say where the
situation gonna lead us to ♪

hey.

Oh. Hey.

What are you drinking?

Bourbon.

You don't drink bourbon.

Sometimes I do.
Have a seat.

I'm looking for Carlos.

His wife says
he likes to come here

for the old-school pinballs.

Haven't seen him.

He's right there.

I didn't even see him.

Hey, what was the name
of that kid's brother?

What kid?

Uh, Justin.

Was it Lane?

Lane? Yeah, maybe.
Why?

There's a shrine for him

at the state road 301
and interlake.

When was that accident
that killed him?

A year ago, maybe.

To the day? Maybe.
About that.

Are you okay?

[ Laughs ]

Yeah.

I'm just fighting with my wife,
is all.

You guys don't fight.

Not very often.

She ran off to her sister's...
whatever.

Big drama queen, right?

Hey, have a drink.

Oh. Let me take care
of this first.

Sure, sure.

I'll be here.

Why didn't you tell me
there was a tooth?

What are you talking about?

It says you pulled a tooth
from the vic.

A cuspid.
From the alligator.

Why didn't you tell me?
What difference does it make?

Carlos, a tooth can tell us
all kinds of things.

About the alligator.

Size, sex, migration...

Of the alligator.

Digestive system...
is it fast, slow?

One day, two days?
Okay.

It's been three days.
Maybe the head's still intact.

[ Laughs ]

Are you out of your mind?

How are you gonna find
the one alligator

in a swamp of alligators
who fed on our Jane Doe?

With the tooth.

No wonder
your partner hates you.

When's the tox screen
scheduled?

Tomorrow.

I want to come with you.

[ Chuckles ] I'm not taking you
to the lab with me.

Why not? The last time I
did that, you told them

they had their head
up their ass.

They do.
Or they did.

I have no idea if it's
a recurring problem or not.

I'll keep an open mind.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Hey, baby.
[ chuckles ]

No, no, no.
I'm not playing pinball.

Hey, excuse me?

Where's the guy
that was sitting here?

He said he was tired.
But the beer's for you.

Melanosuchus would be my guess.

Genus, even a phylum...

I can't be certain
without more research.

But all members of the chordata
family are territorial.

And digestion is what...
long, short?

Oh, very slow, like 10 days.

Let me hang on to this.
I'll do some blood work.

Probably give you
size, sex, coloring.

Will that help?

Call me.

Real cop.

Yeah!

Pretty cool.
We're working together.

A real case.

J.T. Landers?
Never heard of it.

It's a regional clothing chain

operating out of the southwest.

No, I'm not big
on the fashion habits of women,

but would you order
this thing online?

Uh, depends.
Was I exceedingly drunk?

Not the online-shopping girl,
huh?

Just trying to keep an eye
on the budget.

I was under the impression
nurses made good money.

We do.

It's medical school
that's killing me.

The victim also had high levels
of capsicum in their stomach

from eating spicy foods.

Southwest spicy.

And trace amounts
of tricresyl phosphate.

It's a neurotoxin
found in motor oil.

People get it from
breathing recycled air,

like on most commercial
airline flights.

You're thinking
she's a tourist.

Tourist in town on business.

Although
I'm trying not to think

anything too specific just yet.

That would explain why she
hasn't been reported missing.

She's traveling alone
on business,

family back in Phoenix.

Not to suggest
anything too specific.

But is she a mom?

Because if she is,
I'm sure one of her kids

is trying to get ahold of her.

See?
Thank you.

I said that to my guy.
He told me I was nuts.

Ah.
So you have a guy?

Well, he's not
my own personal guy.

I got to share him
with the rest of the county.

So, your captain shot you

for not sleeping with his wife,

and you ended up here.

More or less.

Got a little money for it.

Not a fortune as it turns out,

but thanks to a rash
of short sells,

enough to set myself up
in a decent place

and not have to look
over my shoulder.

But, trust me, if it ever gets
too busy or too dangerous,

I'm out of here.

Was that more or less?

That was less the parts
I'm leaving out

till I get to know you better.

You were fired.

Do you have a beer
or something?

I always have beer, but,
frankly, I don't want my son

to think that there's something
going on here.

Can't we just tell him there's
nothing going while I sip my beer?

Technically, I'm still married.

And Jeff likes to dialogue
with his father

about my activities.

Where is he?

Well, he's supposed to be
in his bedroom

not doing his homework,

but my guess is
he's spying on us.

I meant his father.

The guy you're technically
still married to.

Raiford.

Impressive.

Yeah.

Jeff?!

Jeff?

What?

Homework.

Yeah, I know.

I finished.
All of it?

What part of "finished"
is confusing to you?

Hm.

So, uh...

What you guys talking about?

Like you haven't been
listening.

Is that the dead woman
you guys found?

No, that's another woman.

Uh, yeah.
Yeah, that's the woman we found.

Oh, cool.
What happened to her head?

Okay, this goes
bye-bye.

Did she offer you a beer?

No.
And I even asked nicely.

I'll get it.
No, you won't,

because he won't be here
long enough.

He was just about to get to the
reason why he came and then leave.

You go upstairs
and do your homework.

Oh, my gosh.
I just told you.

For real this time.

[ Sighs ] Sorry about the beer.

[ Footsteps depart ]

Armed robbery.

My husband.
I wasn't gonna ask.

Now, is there really something
you want to run by me,

or can we just say good night?

When did you lose
your virginity?

Okay, look at the time.
No, I'm serious.

One of my suspects
may have used her virginity

to manipulate a guy.

Now, I've heard rumors
about you people.

Is it possible for a girl
to lose her virginity

to more than one guy?

Sure. I've lost mine
three, four times.

Really?

And we just fall for that?

Every time.

What would you say about a girl

who lost her virginity
to a couple of brothers?

As in
same-parents brothers?

Oh, that chick was good...

Or desperate.

See? I knew talking to you
was a good idea.

Caiman, female,
about 4 years old.

Between 9 and 10 feet.

Not bad from just one tooth.

Got you one better...
caiman aren't indigenous.

Probably someone's pet
who let it loose

when she got too big.

Won't be the only gator
in the area,

but she will definitely be
the only caiman.

Wait.

Here we go.

Broad snout,
bony ridge over the eyes.

Definitely caiman.

Female coloring,
easy 10-footer.

[ Gunshot ] Uh!

That's the one, right?

That animal is protected.

Well, then how come I had
such a clear shot?

Oh.

I'm not autopsying
an alligator.

Get that thing off my table.

Caiman.

Then let the kid do it.
Right.

And the chain of evidence
goes out the window.

See?
You think I'm right.

I think you're nuts, but we've
been over that already.

Hey, guys.

Tubal absorption runs along
the length of the thorax,

so anything this guy's eaten
over the last 10 days

will be right along here.

Look at that. All marked up
for you and everything.

Thanks for letting me observe,
Dr. Sanchez.

I really appreciate it.

Yeah.
No problem.

The caiman latirostris is
pretty efficient as a predator.

It eats fish, turtles,

small land creatures
like raccoon, possum.

Pretty much anything that
ventures into its waters,

especially when it's nesting
or just gave birth.

Their enzyme production
is really low

'cause they have like
no immune system.

Basically they never get sick,

so it gets pretty backed up
in there.

Uh, catfish.

I'd say brim or perch, maybe.

Oh, a box turtle.
[ chuckles ]

Okay.
That's it.

No, no, no.
There's more.

Yeah, I can feel it.

Definitely.

Oh, man.

Sweet.

A jawbone.

Anything popping with that?

Mike: It keeps asking me
to update the software.

Ignore it.

Most departments work off
adobe 3.9 years ago anyway.

Tourists, transients,
illegals... this is Florida.

Thousands of visitors
from all over the world

pass through here
this time of year.

Just focus on the ones
who've been reported missing.

What if they haven't?

Family, co-workers,
friends...

someone eventually calls it in.

Then there's the hipaa rules.

Whoa. We got
a lot of leg work to do

before we start asking
for dental records.

Pace yourself.

It'll come together.

[ Sighs ]

You could help.

I found the jawbone.

I saved you a trip
to the high school.

Lane brussard, class of '02,

and I quote, "okeechobee
southerners are subhuman."

A quote that's been popping up

all over the high school
this past week.

We still don't know
what it means.

It means the one-year
anniversary of his brother

being killed by a tourist
had not gone forgotten.

[ Computer beeps ]

So, I figured out
who's been painting

on the sides of buildings
around here.

Your brother.

That's not funny.

Well, I don't mean
your brother per se.

I mean someone
who loved your brother,

someone who thought he was
a hero worth remembering.

He had a lot of people
like that.

So, here's
what I think is going on.

And you tell me
if I've got it wrong.

You hate tourists.
I mean, who doesn't, right?

But unlike us,
you have a really good reason.

And knowing that,
I'd be kind of an idiot

not to pursue the possibility
that you lured

one of those annoying asswipes
into a situation,

killed her, dumped her body
in the swamp,

then dragged poor Erin into it
after the fact

so she could witness
you finding her headless body.

How's that?

Only that's not what happened.

I mean, you might have done it.

I've been wrong before.

But I just don't see it.

See, the thing about murder

is you really have to be able to
keep it together

to get away with it,

and I don't know.

Something about the way
a kid like you

is able to sit here sawing away

at Robbie's
chicken-fried steak

just doesn't say to me
that three days ago

you killed a woman
and fed her to an alligator.

Now, what I do see you doing
is spray-painting

"okeechobee whatever the hell"

on the side of buildings

so no one will forget
your brother.

Will you give me that?

Okay.

Good.

And was it your idea
or your girlfriend's

to plaster it
all over your high school?

She's not my girlfriend.

Not your girlfriend.

We're just hanging out.

Hanging out
with a 16-year-old.

I mean...

We just were both
thinking about him.

I was drunk, passed out.

We just wanted to remember him.

Sorry, kid.

Yeah, well, he was drunk.
That's not exactly news.

Kid doesn't even remember
trying

before passing out
completely in the car

and sure as hell can't account
for Erin's whereabouts.

Yet he can remember tagging
half the damn county.

I got calls in
to all the major airlines,

checking passenger lists
on flights

from flagstaff, Phoenix,
Albuquerque.

I could have done that.

I said I'd handle it.

And the entire school
was tagged,

so we should check and see
if any female teachers

or employees have failed
to show up for work.

Eliminate by profile.

Oh, we do profiles now.

Approximate height,
age, weight.

No children.

This is not my first picnic,
Jim.

I still say
she'll turn out to be a tourist.

Bad cop work sticking
to one theory, mi amigo.

[ Dog barking ]

Did you bring your dog to work?

I had to swing by the house.

Promised the wife
I'd look after it.

The last thing I need is
to come home with the neighbors

banging on the door that
the damn thing barked all day.

I'll check with the school,
and then I'll get back to you.

Would you just go?

[ Whimpers ]

[ Insects buzzing ]

Jim: So, a blow pop,
two red bulls,

corn nuts, and lotto tickets.

Did she buy anything else?

Beer? Whiskey?

Offer to have sex with you?
What?

Did she buy anything else?
Maybe came in with someone?

Our atm was down.

She asked
where the nearest one was,

so I told her
it was across town.

Was her behavior odd
or suspicious in any way?

She seemed pissed off
about something.

A little wired for 2:00
in the morning, really.

You can keep that if you want.
Really?

[ Rap music plays ]

[ Indistinct talking ]

[ Car alarm chirps ]

Young man: All right, no.
No, I told you.

What?
I told you already.

Callie: Girl bought
a lotto ticket?

Jim:
A blow pop, two red bulls,

bag of corn nuts,
and lottery tickets.

He was drunk and passed out.
She had to do something.

Jeff doesn't drink those,
does he?

Yeah.
Lives on them.

You know what's in that stuff?

No.
Do you?

Ooh!

They make you pee
like a racehorse.

Two of those,
she'd be up all night.

Well, I haven't noticed
Jeff doing

an inordinate amount of peeing.

Am I bothering you?

Yes. I'm busy.

Don't take it personally.
I have a test on Monday.

I don't know.
A 16-year-old female killer?

Statistical long shot.

But she did lie about leaving.

Maybe even lied to Justin.

I still don't understand
why you guys do that.

Because we can.

It's special, or at least
you guys think it is.

You don't think it's special?
I did at the time.

I saw Jeff.
Hanging with some older boys.

I know his friends.
They're okay.

Bored maybe.
Was he smoking?

No.

You wouldn't tell me if he was.

You can't talk Jeff
into doing something

he doesn't want to do.

If he's into something wrong,
he got there by himself.

That's the best
you can hope for.

You have to read
that whole book?

Eventually.

Maybe I'll take Jeff
to a movie.

You barely have enough time
for yourself.

I'm sure he's bored.

Look, don't police my son.

Neither one of us are huge fans
of your line of work.

I guess I understand that.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Thank you.
Mike.

The high school hasn't reported

any of their regular
female teachers missing.

However... she doesn't have
to be a regular employee,

she could be...
damn it, Jim.

Would you just for once
let me finish my thought?

Sorry.

There was a substitute teacher

who was scheduled to teach
last week who never showed up

and hasn't been heard from
since.

Does the substitute teacher
have a name?

Yes. Salazar.
Gina Salazar.

Huh.

Jim?

Jim?

[ Dog yips ]

I hate you, too,
you little shit!

[ Whimpers ]

Jim: Sucks.

Letting someone go.

Thanks.
Just not in the car.

The night he was killed,
he was coming to see me.

Lane.

He'd just gotten off work
at pizza hut,

and I told him to meet me here.

I told him to wear
his Calvin klein

'cause I didn't want him

smelling like pizza hut
my first time.

I was so nervous.

Maybe he was, too.
I don't know.

Maybe his mind
was just elsewhere.

I never told Justin this,
but...

He and Lane look really alike.

I mean, not in the face
or anything.

But, like, you know,
their hands

their voice.

It's so weird on the phone.

I thought that with Calvin klein
and everything,

it might seem like it was him.

Like if Lane hadn't been killed
on his motorcycle that night,

and we finally got to do it.

I really wanted it to be him.

He was a surrogate.

You used Justin
in place of his brother.

He didn't like that,
subbing for his brother?

Threw a whole brand-new bottle
of ck in the creek.

That why you left?

Partly.

He was too drunk by then
anyway.

Tried for like 15 minutes.

You'd think he'd stop drinking,

but I think trying
made him drink more.

So after he passed out,
I just left.

Tried to stay gone a long time.

Went and got my daddy
his lotto scratchers.

I was mad, I guess.
I don't know.

Wanted Justin
to worry about me.

How long were you gone?

I don't know.
Hour, maybe.

So you left twice?

Then you were gone a lot longer
than an hour.

You got here at just after 2:00
in the morning,

then used an atm at the bank
in the strip mall

at the other side of town.

I went twice.
I told you.

I was trying to make Justin
worry about me.

You remember Gina Salazar?

She sometimes substitute-teaches
at your school.

No.
Yeah.

She served you with detention

for writing "okeechobee
southerners are subhuman"

on your assignment.

Okay.

She's missing.

[ Sniffs ]

Guess that's better
than pizza hut.

Jeff:
Hey, I think I got one.

I'm impressed.

I was told there weren't
any fish in this creek.

Got lucky, I guess.

What kind of fish is that?

Uh, looks like a shiner.

I thought
you said fishing was gay.

Hey, aren't I contaminating
a crime scene?

You're helping me
interview witnesses.

Doesn't look like he saw much.

Thank him for his time,
send him on his way.

Mike: So, the teacher's
not missing?

She ran off with some guy.

Husband was pissed
I even called.

Told me to shove his wife's
dental records up my ass.

The girl still lied.

Yeah.

Sometimes they do that.

Hey, I appreciate you keeping
our streak alive.

Just burgers.

Well, under the circumstances,
I would have understood.

I know I've been treating you
like my secretary.

Well, we got the jawbone.

I'll stay on it.

You know, you might feel
a bit better

if you get out whatever it is
that's bothering you.

I mean, look, I never intended
on playing this card,

but we're partners, but
technically with seniority,

I'm your supervisor.

Your boss.

I guess I know that.

I've given you
a lot of latitude.

Too much, maybe.

But how else was I supposed to
evaluate your worthiness?

I mean, hell, you won't even
wear the uniform.

I wear the badge.

You know, in spirit.

I've been doing a good job here
for a long time.

I'm just trying to work in.

Well, I'm having trouble
with that...

you being here.

I mean, it's not really fair
to either one of us.

Why should I feel like
I'm not up to the job?

What are you doing? I'm trying to
tell you that this isn't working out.

No, I mean, the meat.

You're smashing the burgers,
dries them out.

[ Utensil clatters ]

Look, I appreciate you
telling me how you feel.

I know you and Janice
are fighting.

I know that's hard for you.

But you can't really expect me
to be sloppy

just so you feel better
about yourself.

The burgers are done.

When's Janice coming home?

She didn't say.

She didn't say?

She must really be mad at you.

I need to chop an onion.

Better get to these quick.

Do you even carry
your service revolver?

I checked your vehicle.
It wasn't there.

It's Sunday, Mike.
What do I need a gun for?

You pulled
my wife's dental records...

Without telling me.

What kind of cop
looks into his partner

without telling him?

Your wife was missing.

Well, that, and your shoes.

My shoes?

Which were
all over the crime scene...

to say nothing
of the m.E.'S report,

which confirmed the victim's
natural Florida tan,

and the fact
she'd never had children.

Probably settling for a dog,
which you hate,

but cared for so the neighbors
wouldn't get suspicious. Jim...

Then, of course, there's
the capsicum in her stomach...

evidence that she'd recently
eaten southwestern spicy food...

and the fact that just hours
before she was killed,

she was on a commercial flight

wearing a blouse that she bought while
visiting her sister. Okay, Jim.

I mean, to be perfectly honest,
amigo,

when you really think about it,

you were so incredibly bad
at this.

I said, "okay"!

Yeah, I feel kind of stupid
that it took me so long.

Your wife didn't go
to her sister's

because you had a fight, Mike.

She was flying back to tell you
she was gonna leave you,

and...You had a fight.

So, what are we gonna do?

I killed my wife.

Mutilated the woman
I slept next to for 16 years.

You think I won't shoot you?

Kind of hoping you won't.
I mean, look at you.

You act like a clown.

You treat the job
like an inconvenience.

It is kind of
a pain in the ass.

Why should I take shit
from you?

'Cause I'm a better cop
than you.

I tried, Jim.

I really tried.

I mean, things didn't always
suck between us.

That wasn't my intention.

I'm talking
about me and Janice.

Oh. Sorry.

Uh...What happened?

Everything happened.

I lost my confidence.
The...

I lost the one good thing I had
here at home.

Sick and tired
of hearing me bitch

about you all the time.

I don't know.

If we'd had kids, maybe...

But it just got so bad.

I didn't know
where I wanted to be.

I didn't want to be at home.

I didn't want to be at work.

Did you ever not want to be
anywhere?

Here.

I hate it here.

But the golf is great,

and I might have met someone.

I mean, she has a kid and
is married to a guy in prison,

but we'll see how it goes.

[ Laughs ]

Can you give me an hour?

How's that again?

So I don't have to shoot you.

You wouldn't get very far.

[ Guns cocking ]

Officer: Hands up.
Give me the gun.

Got it.

Let's go.

Carlos:
Did he say why?

Not really.

He blamed me.

I can see that.
Right.

I'm so hard to work with,
a man killed his wife.

You are.

See that?

Over your rudeness, and
I still punch it up there.

Damn it!

There you go.

Ouch.

If I make this and break 80,

you're not gonna kill your wife,
are you?

And give you the satisfaction
of arresting me?

[ Chuckles ] No way.

Yeah, baby!

[ Laughs, hums ]

You're kidding me?

I miss.
You're happy.

You're an asshole.

Why am I an asshole?

Well, I wouldn't be like,
"oh, yeah, baby, cunka-chunka,"

if you blew
your chance to break 80.

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

What are you doing?
You're not gonna give me that?

That's 4 feet.

You're not gonna give me that
for 80?

Not 4 feet.

Oh.

Are you an asshole now?

Okay.

[ Breathes deeply ]

Callie: An 81?

You three-putted
the last hole?

Burned the edge on the outside,
went 5 feet past.

He gave me that one.

A gimme 81.
Wow.

Yeah, hey,
I feel good about it.

My game's in good shape.

I left a couple shots out there,
but that's golf.

Oh, you watch way too much
golf channel.

I do.
I really do.

[ Both laugh ]

Thanks for taking Jeff fishing.
Sure.

His dad never did
anything like that.

Well, he was trying to put
a roof over his family's head.

You know, by stealing things
that didn't belong to him.

I'm not making excuses.
I knew what he was doing.

I didn't like it,
and I told him so.

But I knew what he was doing.

You could have left him.

I could have.

But I didn't.

And then I didn't have to.

Well, you wouldn't be
the first woman in history

to divorce a man in prison.

Yeah, but then I'd be the woman

who divorced her husband
in prison.

What?

What?

You're staring, and I don't...

oh. N-no.
N-nothing.

Uh, just admiring the view.