01x03 - Howl to Get Away with m*rder

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- Previously on Wild Cards.

- I need to get off that boat

and back to being a

full-time detective.

And you need to stay out of

prison. Best way we do that

is to keep our heads down and do as

we're told, think you can handle that?

Absolutely. This is our

first official shift together.

You think Hall and Oates

walk on stage separately?

- Nice work, both of you.

- You hear that? He said, "Both."

If you couldn't be a

cop, what would you be?

Nothing. My dad raised me

to be a cop. It's who I am.

(RHYTHMIC MUSIC)

- There you go!

I didn't get the memo,

did you get the memo?

Me neither. You don't even work

here, why would you get the memo?

- Oh, and the crowd goes wild!

- Lucky catch.

- So do I get a shirt?

- No.

You see, Ellis here isn't

exactly a team player.

- Oh, really?

- Well, he would be if he had a shirt.

- We have any more shirts?

- We don't have any more shirts.

No. I still don't get how you're here.

Don't think about it too much,

okay? You'll strain yourself.

Simmons, Yates, stop messing around.

Go split the squad up into teams.

- And you two

- Trust fall? Escape room?

You know we could really use shirts.

Not for where you're going.

You know Stanford Township?

That little town out in wine

country outside the city?

That's it. Their local

butcher's gone missing.

I'm sure they have

their own force, right?

An entire force of two, and they

both just went on their honeymoon.

Together? That's so sweet.

I assured the commissioner we'd

be happy to step in and help.

So go help.

- If we find the butcher, do we get shirts?

- No.

Don't make this any worse

than it already is, okay?

- What are you doing?

- What? We're a team, we need building.

(RHYTHMIC MUSIC)

Okay, what is your

earliest childhood memory?

I'm not playing this game.

Do you consider yourself a masterpiece

or a work in progress?

Anybody who considers

themselves a masterpiece

is not somebody you want on your team.

Fair enough. Okay, if you

could have any superpower,

what would it be?

That's easy. The power to

get out of this conversation.

Captain Avoidance,

superpower: Deflection.

We need to focus on him, okay?

Okay.

Lucas Mays. 34, no priors.

Volunteers for the elderly,

coaches little league,

and he looks like a Hemsworth.

- Ellis, we have got to find this man.

- Oh, now you're focused.

Well, what if he's wandering the woods?

Lost with sunlight glistening off his

Okay. We're here.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

Something about these

small towns, you know?

It's like a Norman Rockwell painting.

Have you ever looked at those

paintings? Decidedly creepy.

Thor lives in that trailer?

Kidding me? It's not just a trailer,

it's a classic Silver b*llet.

First class in lack of commitment,

any guy who lives in a house on wheels

is usually looking for a quick exit.

Lucas Mays?

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(KNOCKING)

Police. Anybody home?

(TENSE MUSIC)

Looks like things just went from

Norman Rockwell to Norman Bates.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

Everything else looks pretty

untouched. No signs of struggle.

Tell that to the

previous owners of those.

They're not human. Cow

or deer would be my guess.

Anything some butcher or

hunter would have access to.

All those abs, and he dusts

Too bad he's a psychopath.

I don't think he did this.

I'm gonna get forensics

to get some blood samples.

And then, I need to track

down whoever saw Lucas last.

Uh, uh, uh, "we" need to track

down. There's no "I" in team.

Yeah, but there is in infuriating.

Actually, there's three I's.

But who's counting?

One of Lucas's employees called

in a missing person's report.

Hoping we can shed some light on

Look. The Welcome Center.

You know who works at Welcome Centers?

People who like talking to people.

And people who like talking to

people know all the hot goss.

So much for teamwork.

- (PATRONS): What is happening?

- Hurry up, where's my food?

I've been here for 20 minutes.

A wrong order!

Honestly, Daryl, this bacon is all fat.

- I'm sorry, but like

- This is mutton. Not lamb.

- Where's Lucas?

- Hi. I'm gonna need to speak with you privately.

Everybody, this is now

a police investigation.

I'm gonna need you to clear

out, okay? Everybody, move.

Let's go. Thank you.

Alright. You filed the

missing person's report?

Lucas didn't show up for work yesterday.

And, like, he didn't open

the shop this morning either.

You didn't think to check his place.

Dude's not answering his phone,

he's not gonna answer his door.

I've been looking for his

special dry rub recipe all night.

Mrs. Gaskill out there ordered

ribs for her daughter's birthday.

- What the heck am I gonna rub her ribs with now?

- Okay,

take a deep breath. Did Lucas

ever bail on you like this before?

No way. That's why I got freaked, man.

He's never even missed a day.

Was Lucas into anything

weird or strange?

He's into farm to

table, and nose to tail,

and beer, he likes beer.

- Did he have any enemies?

- No way. He grew up here.

Took over the shop from his dad.

He even gave me a job when I

got fired from the fudge shop.

The guy even makes his own deliveries.

Like, in person.

Oh, yeah, our van's missing, too.

Okay, well, I'm gonna need

the licence plate to that van

and a list of all the deliveries

that Lucas made on

his last day, alright?

You got it, officer.

- Can I be honest?

- Mmm?

Purple is def you.

You're too sweet. Are you

in town for our wine fest?

That's one of the reasons.

Hey, I don't mean to

snoop, but that book,

it saved my life when

my ex ran out on me.

Yeah, um, the heart chakra

affirmations are helping,

but if I'm honest, it's my fault.

I never learn.

Listen, I don't usually

tell people this, but

I can read auras.

And yours is like this brilliant pink.

I don't know, is it like an indigo?

- Really?

- Yes!

You're loving, caring, empathetic,

you're the total package.

You're not the problem. It's them.

Oh, uh Thank you.

Can I ask you a question?

Your hunky butcher is

burning up the socials.

- And I hear he's gone AWOL.

- What? I had no idea.

Weird, right? Do you know him?

Yeah, everybody knows

everybody around here.

But are you sure he's missing?

I made a special trip for his

insta-famous sausage rolls.

They are delicious.

But if you will excuse me,

I have a ton of work to do.

Feel free to help

yourself to a brochure.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

- Hey.

- Grape lady was definitely sleeping with Lucas,

but I don't think it ended well.

- She told you that?

- She didn't have to.

She's realigning her heart chakras.

And every time she talked about

him, she played with her hair.

- Textbook tell.

- Lucas's van is missing, too.

I just put out a BOLO.

And I got a list of all Lucas's

deliveries the day he disappeared.

His last stop was at a restaurant

named "Tralicci" at the local winery.

Shut up. Check out this graphic.

Has the same stick

figures in the background.

Just like the ones we

found in Lucas's trailer.

Look at us, two investigators

coming to the same conclusion.

Two minds thinking as

one. Otherwise known as

- Coincidence.

- Teamwork.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC)

- You're here about Lucas?

- What makes you say that?

It's a small town. News travel fast.

No, I said julienne.

A baby with a chainsaw could

have done better than this.

Start over, now!

The day Lucas disappeared,

your restaurant was his last stop.

Well, you're more than

welcome to look around,

but unless he's in

the walk-in fridge

You're not concerned he's missing?

He's a grown man. I'm not his keeper.

Anybody who might have

had it in for Lucas?

Everyone loves Lucas. Everyone.

We saw some stick figures

that were very similar to

these in Lucas's trailer.

Oh, it's just local superstition.

The totems represent

the harvest blessing.

It's total nonsense, but you

know the tourists eat it up.

Siobhan, Siobhan! What in

the world are you thinking?

We will talk about this later.

I am prepping the lunch rush.

No, we'll talk now. You turned

the restaurant vegetarian

- without consulting me?

- I've gone off meat.

But what even is celiac

carpaccio and Cool Robbie sorbet?

It's celeriac and kohlrabi.

They're vegetables. Keep up.

What kind of wine am I

supposed to pair with that?

I don't know, Harlan. Okay?

Put the regular menu back

or you no longer have a job.

Carpaccio?

- You are?

- Harlan Stanford.

- Like the town?

- Yes.

My grandfather founded the town,

and my father founded the winery.

We're investigating the

disappearance of Lucas Mays.

When was the last time you saw him?

Uh, a week or so ago.

But the chef deals with

all the food deliveries

so you should ask her,

while she still has a job.

You don't really think

he'd fire you, do you?

You know, in high school, Harlan

was a rich, entitled little prick.

And that hasn't changed.

So when did you switch to vegetarian?

- Couple days ago.

- So right after Lucas' last delivery?

Yeah. I told him that I

was cancelling our account.

- How did he react to that?

- Well, he wasn't thrilled.

We are all eating too much meat.

Meat, meat, meat!

It couldn't go on forever.

I mean, it had to stop.

(PLATE SHATTERING)

Idiot!

Thanks for your time.

Go Lucas. First Mona,

then the hot chef in town.

- Yeah, there's differently a history there.

- I mean, you saw the way

she was punching that dough

every time she talked about him.

I think that Lucas was playing

hide the kielbasa with Siobhan.

Not anymore.

Hey, look.

This bottle from 1922 sold

to a collector for 50 grand.

Don't get any ideas.

When my father first started

this winery, it was a humble,

three acres, small store.

But thanks to the support

of this incredible community,

and maybe a little business

brilliance on my behalf.

- (APPLAUDING)

- Oh, it's alright.

The Stanford Winery can proudly say

we have over 100 acres of vines,

an award-winning restaurant,

and are currently being

sold across North America.

What's more, today,

I'm excited to announce our own

recently discovered vintage wine.

Unseen by human eyes for

almost a hundred years.

And now, you'll please excuse me. Enjoy.

I would like you to

remember we sell by the case

and drink up.

Pam, Pam!

Do not put these up here.

Wow. Small town, big drama.

Have you seen my wolf? Her name's Tala.

She's a grey timber wolf.

- Um, somehow she got loose.

- Pam? Pam!

- You see her

- Pam! Hi, how you doing?

You're scaring the clientele.

You can't tape these up.

It's private property.

Hey, is there a problem here?

Yes, this woman is

trespassing. Please arrest her.

Shut it, Harlan.

- I run the wolf rescue next door.

- And one of your wolves is missing?

She's not just missing, she vanished.

I can't understand how.

Look, just because you

can't control your animals

is no reason to scare my clientele.

You know how important

Wine Fest is to this town.

So if I do see your damn (g*nsh*t)

- What the heck was that?

- Bird cannon.

They're sh**ting birds out of a cannon?

Is that like a small town thing?

No, it's a noise maker to keep

the birds away from the grapes.

Usually, it goes off

a couple times a day.

Well, how come it isn't

scaring off those birds?

Red-tailed hawks? They're

probably circling prey.

Tala

- Excuse us.

- By all means.

Anyone else getting creepy

Red Riding Hood vibes?

Wolves don't usually

att*ck unless provoked.

And carrion birds, they wouldn't

fly that close to the wolves.

They must have found something big.

Wow. Your Discovery Channel

subscription's really paying off.

I like to leave the TV

on for the cat, you know?

He likes those animal documentaries.

I'm sure Marc really appreciates it.

- Stay back.

- Why? What is it?

No!

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

There's no way my wolves did this.

They know Lucas. He

was a kind, wonderful

I can't believe.

We'll find whoever did this.

You go back to the house.

We'll join you in a minute.

- Hey, you can't say that.

- Say what?

"I promise we're gonna catch the

bad guys." You can't say that.

Someone she knows was gruesomely

mauled. What was I supposed to say?

Cops can't make

guarantees like that, Max.

Plus, Pam could be the

m*rder*r for all we know.

Pam? No. What you looking at?

Not much. Was hoping for some

footprints but not in this grass.

There's hardly any blood either.

How does someone get ripped

to shreds and not bleed?

When someone's k*lled, they only keep

bleeding so long as

their heart keeps pumping.

So Lucas was dead by the

time the wolves got to him?

Which means this missing person's

case just became a m*rder.

And Wine Festers are headed to a town

where a k*ller and a wolf is the loose.

Exactly, so we need to act fast.

I think he was k*lled somewhere

else and then dumped here.

Ew, do you think the murderers

were hoping the wolves

- would finish off their dirty work?

- Maybe but it doesn't make any sense.

There's high fencing

all around the property,

so how did Lucas's body

appear and a wolf disappear

all from within a secure facility?

- Unless

- What?

Lucas was the wolf.

Okay. You're not helping.

All my wolves are chipped

so I can track them.

And they're all accounted

for except for

Tala. Her tracker's disappearing

and reappearing constantly.

- How's that possible?

- I've walked the grounds.

There's no gap in the

fencing. The gates are secure.

One minute she was

there, the next, gone.

Have you known Lucas for long?

We went to high school together.

We didn't really travel

in the same circles.

He was handsome,

star jock, prom king.

Let me guess, you

were the shy, nerdy kid

who would rather hang out

with animals over people.

- Does it still show?

- You wear it well.

Talk to me about after graduation.

I left town for college.

Studied zoology and became

fascinated with wolves.

Last year, I inherited this land,

and decided to move back,

and open the sanctuary.

And you said your wolves

were familiar with Lucas?

- They knew him?

- He made deliveries a couple times a week.

So they got to know

the sound of his van.

He'd always drop the

meat off here with me.

He never went out into the property.

Certainly not by himself.

It's just not fair.

Lucas was one of the good guys.

And they are few and far between.

When was the last time you saw him?

The day he disappeared.

He swung by with my delivery,

but when he heard that Tala was missing,

he said that he would help find her.

(ELECTRONIC PING)

That's the wolf tracker.

Let me guess, you think Pam

was sleeping with Lucas, too?

There was definitely

something simmering there.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

She's back. Tala's back.

- Where?

- Outside the sanctuary.

Tala!

So we're wolf hunters now?

We just need to confirm her story.

She disappeared again.

I don't understand.

She was heading in

this direction, right?

That's Lucas's van. Do you smell that?

Yeah, it's hard not to.

Tiny hearts?

- Chicken hearts.

- Catching on to a theme here.

But who would buy a

box of chicken hearts?

Somebody named Peter Millford,

at 435 West Valley Lane.

That guy's so into

hearts, maybe he's the one

that put them in Lucas's trailer.

I use the hearts in my dissection class.

Makes me glad I was homeschooled.

How well did you know Lucas Mays?

We grew up here. Went

to this school together.

Class of 2009.

I couldn't believe it when

I heard about his m*rder.

Who said it was a m*rder?

Oh, well, everybody was

talking about the body, I

- Right. Small town.

- I just assumed that it was you know?

You want to open up a window?

You're just looking a little hot.

I'm fine, but I do have a parent-teacher

meeting I should get to so

Right, well, we won't take

too much more of your time.

Can you think of anyone that

would want to harm Lucas?

No. I mean when I heard the body

was found on Pam's land, I

You don't think she

- Do you?

- What? No.

We were all kids together.

Pam was a bit of a loner back in school.

We didn't really hang out much.

But I know she tutored Lucas in math.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I really should get to that meeting.

- You can see yourselves out.

- Sure. Thanks for your time.

Call me crazy

You say that like it's

supposed to be a leap of logic.

You saw the way he was cleaning his

glasses every time

we talked about Lucas.

Maybe he's just nervous because

he's the one who k*lled him.

- Or maybe he was hiding another secret.

- Such as?

Mona from the Welcome Center,

Siobhan, the winery chef,

and Peter, hunky science school teacher.

I think they were all getting

a piece of grade A Lucas.

I mean, look at them all here

rocking those hot Y2K looks.

All except for Pam,

who's clearly marching to

the b*at of her own drum.

I don't trust him.

C'mon, grab the book, let's go.

Parent-teacher meeting,

you really buy that?

Nope. His hand was shaking too much.

What the

Someone broke into my truck.

My bag is missing.

- And my shawl and my hat.

- So is my uniform.

(ENGINE REVVING)

Hey. That's Peter.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Well, unless his parent

teacher meeting is a mobile one,

I think we got ghosted.

- You gonna pull him over?

- No. I wanna see where he's going.

I wonder what you were

like in high school.

Quarterback, unexpected drama club star.

You just keep on poking

the bear, don't ya?

It's either that or we play "I Spy."

I was a regular kid, Max.

Average grades, nothing special.

- Boring.

- Yeah, boring. Exactly.

- You?

- I didn't go to school.

- Never?

- We were always on the move.

Paris, Lisbon, Barcelona,

Pine Bluff, Arkansas.

That was a tough year.

So you grew up on the run, huh?

We weren't running from anybody.

We moved because we wanted to.

New languages, cultures.

How many kids get that chance?

I learned more than I

ever would have in school.

Like how to pick a

lock in seven languages?

Mais oui.

(CHUCKLES)

Where's he going?

Looks like he ditched his car.

(DOOR SHUTS)

Are we really gonna be one

of those couples who get out

of their car in a deserted

country road in the night

and chase a chicken heart

freak into the woods?

- Here, take this.

- "Why yes, Max! Yes, we are."

Okay, perfect. What's next?

Going down into a dark basement

to check on the fuse box?

- Quiet.

- Ignoring that creepy doll

with the eyes that follow you.

(SHUSHING)

Listen.

(INDISTINCT CHANTING)

- What's that?

- You hear that?

He's chanting.

Yes, that's definitely chanting.

And this is me, definitely leaving.

Wait. C'mon, look.

There's smoke up ahead.

You know what they say, "Where

there's smoke, there's

ritual sacrifice?"

Wait a minute. Those

Those are our clothes.

It's us. They're burning us.

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

We, uh We did it.

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

Are you saying that the

three of you k*lled Lucas Mays

and then dragged his

body into the wolf rescue?

- What?

- We were all in love with him.

So when you found out he was

sleeping with other people,

- you all decided to k*ll him.

- No, no. We all knew.

You all knew that you

were all sleeping with him?

Yeah. It's not the 90s.

Ethical non-monogamy is the norm now.

Maybe I do like this town.

But then a few days ago, things changed.

Out of the blue, he told us

he couldn't be with us anymore.

He said he met someone.

Someone he loved.

Someone he wanted to be monogamous with.

He wouldn't tell us who.

Only that being with any of us

would betray his feelings for them.

We never meant to hurt Lucas.

We never, ever would.

I was happy that he

found that kind of love.

But you wanted it for yourself.

Yes, but love is wanting

what's best for someone.

Still it hurt, and we needed to

find a way to move on and so we

- so we turned to

- Witchcraft.

Mona, and Peter, and I have

been in a coven for years.

Maybe I love this town.

But we would never use it for evil.

We cast a spell to banish

him from our hearts.

Not to hurt him.

So the three of you set up that altar

in Lucas's trailer, is that right?

Three hearts for the

ones that he shattered.

But then he went missing.

And when you found his body, we knew

Our spell it backfired.

We didn't banish Lucas from our hearts.

We banished him from

the face of the Earth.

Alright, so this spell

you performed in the woods.

Why did you need to steal our clothes?

Oh, that was just a protection spell

to stop you from

figuring out what we did.

"Let prying eyes pay us no heed."

(KNOCKING)

Excuse me.

Hypothetically speaking.

How does one join a coven?

Alright, what do you got?

Pathology results.

Your victim d*ed from a

g*nsh*t wound through the heart

approximately three days ago.

b*llet went right through

him. And that's not all.

He had some black powder on his clothes.

Modern b*ll*ts don't

leave that kind of residue.

- Must have been an old g*n.

- Very old.

- Probably an antique.

- (PHONE RINGING)

Alright, well, their alibis check out.

They work in a high school

carnival the entire day

and night of the m*rder.

So golden boy Lucas starts a new

relationship and winds up dead

Maybe there's another jealous

ex that we didn't notice?

Or maybe his new lover

turned out to be dangerous.

And we still don't know how Lucas or

the wolf got in and out of the property.

Hey, reception called.

They got a couple witnesses

downstairs who want to

come forward on your case.

- Great, who?

- Oh, umm

An old guy named

Dumbledore and a small child

with a little wand named Potter.

- Very funny.

- Chapter 8 of the team building manual.

Just drop it, Max.

"The struggle of one is the

struggle of the entire team."

Yeah, we're not the ones struggling.

Your best suspects so

far have been witches.

You guys are making this

entire station look like a circus.

He is busy trying to solve a

m*rder. What are you two doing?

Oh, he's got himself a cheerleader.

C'mon, let's get out of here.

Go team!

You have so much discipline.

I don't know how you do it.

It's not healthy to keep

all this anger in you.

And you should be angry. Okay,

let's do some roleplaying.

Not the sexy kind, the therapy kind.

I'll be Yates, and you'll be you.

- And go.

- And stop.

C'mon. You can't take

that. It's us against them.

There's no us, okay?

We're not partners, we're not a team.

And right now, we're nowhere

on this case. Alright, nowhere.

I guess you're right.

I'll see you in the morning.

(EMOTIONAL MUSIC)

(SIGHS)

(RHYTHMIC MUSIC)

- Hey.

- Hey.

Forensics sent us Lucas' belongings.

Thanks. Say hi to Sam for me, okay?

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

- What's wrong, baby girl?

- Nothing. I'm fine.

- Oh, c'mon. Talk to me.

- It's okay, I'm

I'm just tired. Don't worry.

- I always worry.

- You never worry.

You're worry free.

Okay, I'm giving away

a father secret here.

You said you were fine. That's

your tell for "not okay."

Now dish.

Just pretend we're

back on the Cote d'Azur

and you're crying about little François

- and how he broke your heart.

- He was so cute.

I'm all ears.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

- There's someone at the door.

- I got 15 more minutes.

I'll be fine. I gotta go. I love you.

I love you

New mansion, huh?

Variety is the spice of life.

Can I come in?

Sure. Wait, wait, wait.

I'm assuming this gesture

is your unspoken apology?

Or am I totally off base and you

just came here to snap at me again?

- No.

- No, I'm not totally off base?

Or no, this isn't your unspoken apology?

Please, stop talking. The first one.

I'm sorry I snapped at you. Alright?

Apology accepted. You hungry?

I could eat.

So I was looking through

Lucas' belongings, and he

My God, that's amazing.

I came up with the

recipe a few years ago.

I snuck into the VIP lounge

at a Harry Styles concert.

A few hours later, I

was on a long-haul flight

on his private jet

cooking for the whole crew.

You know his song "Adore You"

was written about this

very grilled cheese.

Look, I'm sorry. You were right.

I know you have a lot of

history with those guys

and a lot of stuff going on

inside that I don't know about.

And you don't have to tell me about it.

I'll just be more mindful the next time

she's such a colossal jerk.

Look at this.

Found it in Lucas's belongings.

He was carrying it around in his wallet.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

Lucas kept one half in his wallet.

Why do you have the other

half of this wish bone?

It's hard to grow up in a small town.

You get labelled early on,

and that's who you

are and always will be.

I went to school with

Lucas since the first grade,

and I don't think we ever spoke until I

was assigned to tutor

him in senior year.

I think I know where this is going.

Of course I fell for him.

He was kind, sweet,

and so much smarter than he

was ever given credit for.

The night before I left for college,

I found a love letter with

one half of a wish bone

that he'd left for me.

It said that if I felt

the same way he did,

then I should meet him at midnight

in the middle of town square.

This is like the best

John Hughes movie ever.

I went there, and I waited for hours.

And he never showed up.

Scratch that. It's like the

worst John Hughes movie ever.

When I moved back over a decade later,

he showed up at my door and apologized.

Said he got scared.

Scared of what?

He didn't think he was smart

enough or good enough for me.

I was leaving to do all these things,

and he was going to work

in his dad's butcher shop.

We started talking

every time he came by.

It was just like old times.

We spent over a decade apart

because we were scared to talk.

If we'd just been

honest with each other.

(TRACKER DINGING)

Is that your wolf tracker?

- That's not possible.

- What?

Tala's back in the sanctuary.

(TRACKER BEEPING)

She's here.

What? How did she get back inside?

(TENSE MUSIC)

Hi, baby girl.

(LIGHT GROWL)

There's a tunnel.

I've never seen that before.

That's how Tala got in

and out of the sanctuary.

She must have chewed her way through.

That's how the m*rder*r

dragged in Lucas's body

without getting caught.

Please don't tell me we're going inside.

Oh, we're going in.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

Creepy, drippy cave. Very

apropos for m*rder, yes,

but for once, can a crime

take place in a bakery?

Where even are we?

My guess? These are

old rum-running tunnels.

They used to smuggle

booze in prohibition.

No signal.

Hey, look at this.

- Animal prints.

- Wolf tracks.

Tala.

Hey, do you remember when

Tala's signal kept disappearing?

She was probably running

in and out of these tunnels.

(GLASS CLANKING)

Hello darkness, so not my old friend.

Hey, look.

- (BUZZING)

- Huh.

Wow.

We must be under Harlan's vineyard now.

Bordeaux Grand Cru 1922.

- This bottle's the real deal.

- Yeah? How can you be so sure?

Paper is the hardest

thing to counterfeit.

I don't think any of

these have ever been used.

Yeah, these are all clean.

Oh, my Merlot.

- What?

- I think Harlan is filling these with box wine.

A little "cardboardeaux" if you will.

Corking it and selling it for 50 grand.

- It's exactly what he's doing.

- Genius.

- Not it's fraud.

- Fine, fraudulent genius.

Okay, so if Pam's wolf Tala

found this tunnel, I bet

Lucas did too and that's when

he caught Harlan in the act.

Why m*rder someone over

a $50,000 bottle of wine?

You mean a $50,000 counterfeit

scheme? It's a federal crime.

That's just for one bottle.

He gets caught doing this,

it's an end to that money train.

Not to mention some

pretty serious jail time.

Picture it. Harlan's a

legacy kid who runs this town.

Everything in it bears his name.

One wrong move and his name

would be forever tainted.

I mean, you get it. You're a legacy kid.

- No, I'm not.

- Your dad's a cop, you're a cop.

I mean, isn't part of the

reason you want your desk back

to restore your family name?

Okay, look, we have a theory, alright?

But not a b*llet, a crime

scene, or anything that suggests

Harlan saw Lucas the

night of the m*rder.

Okay, here's a thought. I get out

of this creepy, gross, bad tunnel.

- Really?

- Let me finish.

And then I'll go call for

backup and keep an eye on Harlan.

While I look for the b*llet

and anything that can tie

Harlan to Lucas's m*rder.

See? The team is built.

We're like one machine.

Like Rapinoe and Morgan.

- Who?

- Do you not watch women's soccer?

Okay, look, just be careful.

Any backup is at least an hour away.

Got it, big cheese.

Yates, enough with the Sabrina

jokes, the moment's passed.

We need backup so floor it.

And when I added the restaurant

and elongated the cellar,

I made a fascinating discovery.

A prohibition era cache of vintage wine

almost a hundred years old.

You know what that son of a bitch did?

- Harlan, what?

- He fired me.

- I'm so sorry.

- It was long overdue.

I'm actually kind of relieved.

When it comes down to it,

I have given this place

the best years of my life.

What did I get in return?

Besides callouses, back pain,

and mild drinking problem.

I'm sure.

And I've always wanted

to leave this small town

and open my own shop. I guess

now I don't have an excuse.

- Good for you.

- You know what I think I'm gonna call it?

- "Siobhan's."

- That has a nice ring to it.

Thank you!

Damn it! Look, okay, I got to go.

Um, text me for the grand opening, okay?

Do you know where Harlan

is? I need to talk to him.

He had to get something

from the basement.

Everyone, the wine tour will be

starting in just a "Prosecco-nd."

Like just a second but with prosecco?

(CLEARS THROAT)

I'm gonna take a break.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(AIRY CHUCKLE)

(g*n CLICKING)

What are you doing here?

(TENSE MUSIC)

Put your g*n on the

ground and kick it over.

Slowly.

That's it.

(GRAVEL RUSTLING)

What you doing?

Just admiring your

counterfeit operation you got.

Guess Lucas did, too, and that's

when you k*lled him, right?

I offered to cut him in, but the

idiot had morals and wouldn't bite.

He left me no choice.

There's always a choice, Harlan.

This isn't just about the money, is it?

It's about what happens

if this winery goes down.

- We built an empire here.

- Well, your daddy built an empire.

Now you're about to lose it.

A hit like that would be pretty

devastating to your reputation.

I'm the king of this city.

People look up to me.

For now. But your father

was a true wine maker.

He left you a legacy.

You just turned this place

into some tourist trap

that sells cheap wine at a premium.

You get caught with

this counterfeit crap,

you're done.

That's never gonna happen.

Even your g*n's prohibition era.

You sure that dusty

old thing still sh**t?

- (g*nsh*t)

- Okay.

Yeah, that definitely sh**t.

Look, if you sh**t me with that g*n,

powder residue will match

the wound on Lucas's body.

Not to mention the b*llet in the barrel.

Well, I'll just have to make

sure they never find you.

Don't do anything stupid, alright?

I got backup on the way.

C'mon. We both know

that there's no backup.

(MAX): Alright, right this way folks.

Watch your step, mind your neighbour,

and check your attitudes at the door.

What do we have here?

A recreation, no doubt,

of a very special event that

happened at this very winery.

Okay, so hang back people.

And get your phones rolling.

Definitely not gonna want to miss this.

This story of yore begins as such.

Youngest member of the

most prominent family

struggles to keep the business afloat.

And spoiler alert, he sucks,

so he fakes a buried treasure.

Makes a barrel of money,

until he's discovered

by the local butcher

who's actually the

town's most beloved son.

Money usually gets

him out of everything,

but the butcher's a good,

decent, hot, incorruptible man.

Everything the loser son is not.

- So the butcher has to die.

- Would you shut her up?

(g*n CLICKING)

Oh, believe me, I've tried.

Harlan Stanford, you're under

arrest for the m*rder of Lucas Mays.

Turn around, put your

hands behind your back. Now!

(APPLAUDING)

We went over Harlan's financials,

turns out his vineyards were growing

mostly spoiled crops over the years.

Sounds like he was up

to his ears in debt.

Exactly. Which is why he

started selling these so-called

"Vintage bottles" every few months.

Just to keep the place afloat.

It turns out it was just bad

luck that Lucas found him out.

The butcher was genuinely

a good, decent guy.

- Not many of those left.

- Nope, there aren't.

I got a meeting. Out of my office.

So, what do you want to do to celebrate?

Toilet paper Yates's house?

I'd save it for yourselves.

Both of your careers are

getting flushed down the drain.

She helped me catch a

m*rder*r today, what'd you do?

She solved today's Wordle.

- Oh.

- Oh.

You hungry? I'm buying.

I got it in four tries.

The word was "Foyer."

Probably couldn't get that if you tried.

Couldn't solve that.

You couldn't solve that!

Why didn't you say it sooner?

They're not even here anymore.

I don't know, they turned the corner.

If you're gonna have my

back, have my back right away.

It's not your grilled

cheese, but it'll do.

Nothing is like my grilled cheese.

So, you said you moved

around a lot growing up,

must have been hard to make friends.

My parents are my friends.

Okay, so

If you didn't go to school and

you didn't have any friends,

what were you doing while

your parents were out, um

I was never alone.

I played with Holly Golightly,

John McClane, Sarah Connor.

I sang with Mick and

Keith, Salt and Peppa.

I hung out with Dawson, Pacey, Joey.

Until things got weird. There

was always so much drama.

Yeah, but those aren't real people.

- They were to me.

- Sounds lonely.

- Sorry to hear that.

- I had a wonderful childhood.

My folks were really great people.

- Do you really not see it?

- See what?

Max.

Your parents were criminals.

They put you in a position where they

could've been taken

from you at any minute.

That wasn't a normal childhood.

My parents loved me.

- They gave me everything I needed.

- Like what?

They taught me to never punch down,

never work a mark that wasn't deserved,

and to always lend out my

hand to anyone within reach.

So don't tell me that my

parents aren't good people.

They taught me to survive in a

world where no one has your back

unless they want something from you.

We looked out for each other.

We were a team.

I'm glad you were on mine today.

Thanks for having my back.

Back at ya.

So

Since we're temporarily teammates.

That's a hard no. I'm

not putting that on ever.

They're not giving

us matching t-shirts,

we got to have our own swag.

Just put it on once, I'll close my eyes.

What? No, I'm not gonna put that on.

- Please!

- When did you even have time to do that?

Partners in wine. Partners in crime.

You're kidding, right? No, I

don't do hats. I don't like it.

- They're so cute. It was expensive.

- Well, then, you wasted your money.

Okay, just keep it. You

know, it'll grow on you.