01x08 - Cammie Get Your g*n

[bunniefuu]

Crazy to think how much has
changed in the last month.

Never thought I'd
find myself having

warm feelings for Boggsville,

but it actually looks like a
place that you'd want to be.

Raise a kid, live your life.

Maybe it's just that people
have been a lot friendlier

since the, uh, events.

But other than
the custody thing,

I'm actually feeling hopeful.

New car and your old job.

Mayor laid it on thick.

Oh, he's just peacocking
for the Mullet Fair,

pretending this is a real
town with a real budget.

And who decided that mullets
should be celebrated?

Exactly my point,

and that is why you should
seriously consider this offer.

I know. I know,
Pensacola's great.

The chief told me that if
you play your cards right,

you can take the
detective exam next fall.

Are you for real?

Well, he owes me

for pulling his no-good kid
out of a little situation...

Meth up his butt.

A lot of meth.

Wow.

Well, thank you for going
out on a limb for me.

- Mm.
- I appreciate you, Max.

No need.

You earned it.

And, uh,

good luck with your
custody mediation.

I told you I was raised
by a single mother.

That is not an
easy road to haul.

No.

- Thank you.
- Yeah!

Yeah, welcome to Boggsville.

Seriously, get the hell out.

As honorary Mullet Queen,

I'd like to welcome y'all to
the 40th annual Mullet Fair!

'Cause where else
can you celebrate

fish and hair all
at the same time?

Now, keep that
Boggsville welcome goin'

for Ramon Perez,
the new president

of El Calvero Rum
and Prescott Sugar.

We're all real, real
grateful and happy

about your donation to the
Seafront Project, Ramon.

I see y'all are ready
for the fireworks tonight

'cause those mullets
are lit, baby.

We will not be bought.

Now, Bitty, that
is not real nice.

My brother's on dialysis
'cause of these clowns!

What about Jeremiah Cedar?

We will not be bought.

We will not be bought!

We will not be bought!

We're not even operating
the sugar plant anymore.

OSHA took over,
so it's all good.

Tell that to my uncle
who's missing a kidney!

It's all good for the most part.

I mean, you only really
need one kidney anyway.

All righty then.

How 'bout we toss that mullet?

All right!

Oh, a little less, little less.

Oh, hey, bug.

You having fun?

Yeah. I got to throw a fish!

- Wow.
- And he also got two yeehaws

and a stuffed raccoon.

Oh, cool.

Go check out the souvenir stand.

So, um, I'll see you
later at mediation?

Yeah, yeah. I'll be the guy
there that looks like me.

Bad joke.

Yeah. You said it.

Um, look, I'm...

I'm ready to agree to the
every-other-weekend thing.

I don't like it, but I get
that you want to see him.

I appreciate that, Cam.

Hey, uh, keep your
eye on the newspaper.

I'm about to break a big story.

Bell Prescott's gonna love it.

Poached easy, just
the way you like them.

Aw, thank you, mi amor.

To us.

To you.

For taking down my family.

It's a shame you couldn't
catch my m*rder*r.

Stop.

Stop it!

You're making this happen.

This is your sick mind at work.

Stop it!

Stop it.

Stop it. Stop it right now!

Oh, gee.

You know, that didn't
sound like a, "Hi, Darby.

Thank you for putting
up m*rder hornet traps."

There are no m*rder hornets.

Yeah, well, that
basket of rotten fruit

from Ramon says otherwise.

The entire insect kingdom
was gonna eat me eventually,

so why not embrace the process?

Mm, well, not on my watch, pal.

Got a contract.

There are no m*rder hornets
east of the Mississippi.

I'm worried about you, pal.

What part of "leave
me the eff alone"

don't you understand?

Even in your lowest and
grossest and smelliest,

you can't curse.

Darby.

Come here.

Leave me the f*ck alone.

I think you've done it.

Done what?

Alienated the last
person who cared.

It was either wear a
mullet or throw one, okay?

Hey, do you want to go
get some fried Oreos?

And we could show
Bell your new 'do.

Nice try.

Get out my fries.

Look,

I tried to make a delivery,

and he texts me to just
leave it at his gate.

I want to see him one
last time before I head

to the Everglades
as well, you know?

Holy sh*t.

You decided to run
for tribal council.

I'll probably lose.

You will... If you
wear that hair.

I just wanna make sure he's,
like, all right before I go.

Maybe Cammie can
go check in on him,

you know, now that
you guys are...

- Ah, nah.
- Canoodlin'.

No, no, no, no, no.

He's not her problem. Pshh.

She's got enough on
her plate. You know?

Thank you.

- What is it?
- Well, it was this

or shark meat; they were
out of everything else.

It's alligator.

Moseley's a alligator!

I'm not hungry.

Hey, what's wrong, bug?

It's just, I miss the Prescotts.

I haven't seen them in a while.

Yeah, well, Bell doesn't
want to see me right now.

But you said when friends
don't want to see you,

that sometimes
means they're sad.

I did.

I did say that.

You can't be in here.
This is trespassing.

Well, I decline the
opportunity to arrest myself.

You want to know what's
happened in the world

since you abandoned all of us?

Not even a little.

Well, Alicia and
Alejandro settled,

donating $5 million to
the Seafront Project.

I don't give a damn
about the seafront.

It can fall into the Gulf,
as far as I'm concerned.

Hm.

So you also won't care that
Perez Sugar is changing

the name back to Prescott Sugar.

They're just trying
to take the stink off.

Good luck to them.

You know, all this time,

I thought I needed you...

To get back some iota of pride.

But turns out,
you... You needed me.

Women, you know?

Everything tells us
that we're not enough,

that we just...

We come out of the
womb needing fixing.

I am enough, Bell.

I'm enough without
you, without anyone.

I convinced the mayor
to reopen Vida's case.

This is the part where you go,

"Yay! Thanks, Cammie!

Let's finally solve it!"

You know, you...

You made me believe that
I could make a difference.

You want misery?

Fine.

I want closure.

Mrs. Perez.

What are you doing here?

Well, there's been a
string of burglaries

in the neighbourhood,

so I figured I'd check
in since Alejandro's gone

and the boys aren't
speaking to you.

You certainly helped that along.

Congratulations.

Everyone comes by their
desserts justly, ma'am.

You've ruined my family
and taken my company.

What is it you want?

I want to know what it's
like to have all of this.

Disappointing.

Disappointing?

I reckon that's what
your father would've said

if he knew your son
sugared the rum.

Here.

It's moonshine.

I made it myself.

It's not fancy,

but at least it is
what it says it is.

I don't know, it's a conundrum.

If I ignore her, I might
never learn the truth.

Oh, definitely ignore her.

We've got a good,
healthy thing going.

You think this is healthy?

There are two of you now.

You were always too
much man for one woman.

Oh, thank you for that,
but here's the thing.

If I accept, it means putting
up with her endless questions

and her deeply
annoying enthusiasm.

I might never learn the truth.

And if I do, it might
mean a world of pain.

There is nothing
to life but truth.

What is truth but our own
perception of reality?

Mm, I disagree. There
is one objective truth,

and we must seek it out.

How am I suddenly
in a freshman year

low-rent philosophy seminar?

Picture us naked.

That may help.

Is this about me or Cammie?

Because I'm getting confused.

I'm heading back to Crestview,

but I want you to give
this Pensacola offer

some serious consideration.

I will, as soon as
I get through this,

um, custody thing.

I'll just say this.

The police department there...

literally has a
view of the water.

I mean,

it doesn't get much
better than that.

Wow.

You know, I... I
do have a question.

- Not about Pensacola.
- I'm listening.

The investigation into
Vida Prescott's m*rder

has officially reopened.

You don't say?

And I know I'm supposed
to run everything

through VICAP and CODIS,
but is there anything else

I'm supposed to do,
anything else I'm missing?

Nope.

Sounds like you turned over
every log in the swamp.

Great.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Honestly, how long could
it take to make a decision?

You have to trust me, papi.

- Trust me, papi.
- How long could it take

- to make a decision?
- You have to trust me, papi.

How long could it take
to make a decision?

- How long could it take...
- Trust me...

What do you want,

Señora Soulcrusher?

Five minutes at my
daughter's grave.

Unless your mother is going
to pull out her shotgun.

Mother?

She hasn't been here in a month.

Or was it six months?

Time blurs.

Please, Bellwether.

Please.

I'm leaving Alejandro.

Although "leaving"
is a technical term

since he's already in Cuba.

Maybe he'll like it.

It's Florida without
the politicians.

There you are.

You say your piece and leave.

"Liar."

I suppose that's true.

I considered "mendacious,"

but I didn't have the room.

I loved my daughter.

And for what it's worth,

she did love you too.

I was certain it was one
of you that k*lled her.

We do tend to eat
ourselves alive.

No wonder my father found
comfort in other beds.

Thank you for this, Bellwether.

We got Judge Pritzer.

He's "law and order"
and you're "law,"

so that's good.

Uh, just don't curse.

We got this in the bag.

Okay. Got it.

No cursing.

Ah, sh*t.

- What? What is it?
- You didn't tell me

he got John-John Johnson.

Who the hell is
John-John Johnson?

Piece of sh*t from Gainesville.

Buckle up, princess,
because Lady Justice

is about to get fisted.

- John-John.
- Art, how are you?

- Good to see you, friend.
- Been a long time.

- I know. How's your mum?
- Oh, she's doing pretty good.

Doing good? Tell
her I said hello.

- Yeah. I will.
- Afternoon, all.

Let's make this quick.

Yes, sir.

Love quick.

I've got duties and,
you know, criminals.

Let's see here.

Mr. Malin is
petitioning the court

for equal time-sharing.

- Yes.
- Wait, what?

That's not what we agreed to.

We agreed to every
other weekend.

You agreed to every
other weekend.

My client did not agree.

What the f*ck?

- This is bullshit!
- I do not abide

that sort of
language in my court.

Marcus, look at me.

Mr. Malin here dumped
me when I was pregnant

for a porn star with
zero IQ and an oxy habit.

Uh, sidebar with
my client, Judge?

- That was years ago.
- Uh, did we mention...

- Oh, was it?
- His temper, Judge?

- f*ck you.
- Oh, eat a d*ck.

Language!

You see, Your Honour,

of course I wish that
my son had a father.

But Marcus Malin ain't it.

You want to talk
about bad decisions?

Let's talk about Laila Roberts.

This is about my son!

- Your son?
- Yes!

- Our son.
- You are not getting Tyler.

You think you are. You won't.

- You're never seeing him again.
- He's my son too.

I'm sorry, Judge, we're
gonna need a little...

Cammie.

I told you something when
I was young and stupid.

How dare you throw
that in my face!

I heard about the Pensacola job.

He bought me a
Cosmo. It slipped.

That is 60 miles away.

I'm trying to be a dad!

You're gonna pay
for this, Marcus.

Oh, my God.

If it makes you feel any better,

Tallahassee just called.

You got a hit on the
Perez case you reopened.

Damn, girl. You're in
the big leagues now.

Bell.

Bell, you don't
have to do this...

again. It's starting
to get weird.

I have to.

What your mother
said... I need a sample.

Of my DNA?

There has to be another way.

Oh, of course.

What's wrong with me?

That must be Checotah.

I need to talk to him.

Where's Checotah?

I need Checotah.

And I need a signature.

I thought it was crazy
you hadn't cleaned it.

It still smelled like you.

What? I'm right in the
middle of "Sliding Doors"

and would prefer to
not be interrupted.

I think it was a member of
the family that k*lled Vida,

just one we didn't know about.

What, you haven't made
a move in a month,

and now you want my help?

I'm sending you her DNA.

I need you to hack
CODIS and search

for any Okaloosa
County DNA samples

in a 500 to 1500 centimorgan
shared range with Vida.

Also, brunette
Gwyneth wins the day.

You ruined the movie, d*ck.

I'm here to see Pyramus Lovell.

Great, thank you.

Pyramus Lovell.

I got a few questions about
a m*rder down in Boggsville.

I... I don't know
anybody in Boggsville.

Hm.

Well, I have a very
busy day, so, um,

I'm gonna get
straight to the point.

I'm here about the
m*rder of Vida Prescott.

I don't know her.

Well, it was five years ago,

so let me refresh your memory.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I... I... I did not
touch that woman.

Then why was your bloody
fingerprint on her neck?

I don't know what the
hell you're talking about.

Medical examiners found
a partial fingerprint

on her neck right here.

Five years, and they
couldn't identify it.

See where I'm going here?

- No clue.
- Okay.

Okay.

With your recent arrest,

your fingerprints got
put in the system.

That give you a clue?

Thing is, Pyramus,

we just reopened Vida's case.

And all that evidence got
run through the system again.

And there you were.

That print puts you
at the m*rder scene.

And that arrest...
oof... Paints a picture.

- I... I was in the swamp.
- Mm.

I... I was buying
some recreationals.

I saw her lying there.

I... I touched her neck
just to check a pulse.

Bullshit!

Her throat was slit,
and you know it.

I couldn't see, all right?

It was dark.

All I saw was a necklace.

What necklace?

I-It looked like an old coin

on... on... on a gold chain.

You know,

I never really
thought you did it.

But next time, maybe, um,

maybe get yourself
a lawyer, okay?

I heard you walked
out on Judge Pritzer.

If you want, I'm happy to
help smooth out his feathers.

Actually, I'm
calling about a lead

in the Vida Prescott case.

Is that right?

You wanna tell me what you got?

- Not on the phone.
- Okay then.

I've got some business out
at the, uh, sugar plant.

Why don't you meet
me there, say 7:00?

Thanks, Max.

You know what this means?

It doesn't have to.

It does have to.

If you solve my m*rder...

I have to go.

Lovell said that Vida
was wearing a necklace.

I believe him.

She wore it all the time.

It was a gift from Quique.

Gave a version of it to
all of his descendants

as a idiotic reminder
of their bloodline.

You never mentioned it.

I just assumed
that it was stolen

with the rest of her jewellery.

I'm gonna go meet
Grant. Come with me?

I can't.

I'm sorry.

Skramstad's been waiting
for me to make a move.

And the poor sod, I'm
the only one he's got.

I am obligated to provide him

some minimal form
of human contact.

Human contact?

That's what it's
all about, isn't it?

I know you still talk to her.

Look, I know this is your
way of processing grief,

and for a while, I thought
that it was fine, but it's...

it's not.

You are one of the strongest
people I have ever met.

I'm not like you.

I wish I was.

Are you telling me
that you're okay

for all of this to be nothing?

For the rest of your
life to be nothing?

I'm telling you I
don't have a choice.

This is so disappointing.

I'm doing this with
or without you.

Bell.

Hello?

Hello.

Hello, hello, hello, hello?

Hello, hello,
hello, hello, hello.

Where in the sh*t have you been?

I was elsewhere.

You are never elsewhere.

I have hacked CODIS and
followed the family sperm

and now I will watch
you enjoy that.

Click on the link.

And these are all within
your centimorgan range.

A lot of sperm, apparently.

Yeah, cousins.

I vaguely remember
them from the wedding.

That's Alejandro's idiot
nephew and his idiot sister.

That one invested heavily
in collapsible pools.

Dunce.

No, nothing, nothing.

Oh, my God.

- Who is this?
- Oh, my God.

The sheriff.

Sheriff Grant.

He shares 800
centimorgans with Vida.

So second cousin, or...

Well, Vida's half-uncle,
Alicia's illegitimate brother.

The black sheep?

No, no, no, the invisible sheep.

Mm. This is some intense sh*t.

If he's hiding that,
it's for a reason.

What if he k*lled Vida?

Olav, can you find
Grant's mother's name?

Yeah, of course.

His mother is Ruby Canton.

It all makes sense.

After Vida's family
refused to do anything

about the sugar plant illnesses,

she went to a lawyer.

I thought nothing came
of that, but what if

the lawyer advised her to
contact local law enforcement?

The sheriff?

Say Jeremiah Cedar knew Vida
was gonna meet with Grant,

and Grant knew he knew.

If Grant k*lled Vida, that's
motive for k*lling Cedar

when the poor son of a b*tch
finally emerged from hiding.

Oh, dear God.

What is it?
Bellwether, what is it?

Cammie's on her way to meet him.

Cammie.

Max.

I didn't see your car.

It's around back.

Now, what's this about?

Pyramus Lovell.

I interviewed him
at the state prison.

He swears that Vida
had on a necklace.

All her other
jewellery was gone,

but she still had a necklace on.

And you believe a
convicted felon?

There was no world
where this guy

took a necklace from a
girl with a slit throat.

He was scared even
looking at the pictures.

- I don't see an alternative.
- Well, I do.

I think someone else at the
crime scene took the necklace.

She's not answering.

Skramstad!

Don't do it, Bell.

This doesn't end
where you want it to.

Shut up!

I need a location on
Cammie. Can you do that?

Yeah, the mobile?

Ping tower...

She's right there,
near your house.

That's impossible. Try again.

Yeah, she's right there.

She's at the sugar plant.

Here's the crime scene sign-in.

It lists everyone who was there

the night that Vida's
body was found.

So what exactly is your point?

Walk me through what
happened at the crime scene.

I know the first two cops
here... Mike and Russ...

They lost their jobs after
the mayor's budget cut,

and they both know
better than to take

something traceable,
like... Like jewellery.

Then there's the coroner.

Never met him,

but Urleen says that he
wouldn't take a stick of gum,

let alone a necklace
from a dead woman.

Next at the scene was...

Me.

That job in Pensacola...

it would take me
out of the county.

Look at you.

You finally figured it out.

I knew you were a good cop.

Thing is,

I know you've never fired
that weapon to k*ll.

Yeah, I'm a quick learner.

At the academy, they tell you
to aim for central body mass.

Now, can you imagine
the mess that'll make

of your internal organs?

You ain't gonna win,
and you know it.

Think about how little
Tyler will feel.

I won't even have
to move your body.

Gators'll pick your
bones clean by morning.

Bell.

If you don't mind
and don't object,

I would like to go home now.

He'll live.

Hm. That's a disappointment.

Here's what I have so
far in terms of charges.

Two first-degree murders,
one attempted on me.

He also broke into your house.

You know, if you...
You're making a list.

There's felony
official misconduct,

misuse of position,
falsifying an official record,

and removing evidence
from the scene of crime.

You forgot one.

Ruining my life.

That's not a thing.

It's ill*gal to lean a bicycle

against a cemetery tree.

How is ruining my
life not a thing?

It's over, Max.

There's just one thing
that I don't understand.

Why?

My mother cleaned their toilets.

He's Quique Famosa's
illegitimate son.

Grew up in a trailer park,

even though his father
was richer than Croesus.

Is that what rankled?

How would you know,
you spoiled, indulged,

useless piece of sh*t?

Whatever your childhood was,

you made something
of yourself, Max.

What happened?

The Perez family crawled
back into my life.

Because Vida met me.

She moved here.

The next thing I know, Perez
bought the sugar plant,

then the house on
Rosemary Beach.

I told you that day in the swamp

that I hated the Perez family.

I was telling the truth.

I hated them, too.

Why didn't you k*ll
them instead of her?

You're a fool blinded by love.

You really want to
know what happened?

I'll tell you.

Jeremiah is dying, and
it's all their fault.

You have proof?

Of everything... Of
the soil, the payoffs,

the bullshit they do in
my grandfather's name.

My family, they disgust me.

They're my family, too.

My mother was Ruby.

Ruby Canton. She was your maid.

Quique got her pregnant.

Well, Abuelito had a c*ck
like a cruise m*ssile.

Always looking
for a soft target.

I spent my childhood waiting

for the great Famosas to
let my mother come home.

How dare you talk
to me like this.

Your mother was a
gold-digging wh*re

who brought another piece
of sh*t into this world,

and what did she get?

5,000? 'Cause that
was the going rate.

Oh, I remember Ruby.

It probably went
up into her nose

instead of into your tummy.

You're as worthless
as my husband!

You think you scare
me, you piece of sh*t?

I don't know what came over me.

Well, Vida did.

I ran when I saw
Alejandro's headlights.

Waited out the storm,
then when I came back,

she was gone.

I saw her father
take the machete,

doing what they always did.

Sweeping everything
under the rug.

Help me take him to the car.

He's going to the station.

Bad Moseley.

Bad, bad. Come on, shoo.

Go on.

My God.

What... what happened to you?

Solved a m*rder.

Stabbed a sheriff.

So on and so forth.

So you're... you're well?

I'm fine.

And you?

Fine.

I came to get my passport.

I'm going on a trip.

Fascinating.

Who with?

It's none of your business.

Look at me, setting boundaries.

Well, drop me a postcard?

Eventually.

No.

Boundaries, Mother.

Mothers are overrated.

Wanna dig up some c*ck
onions and have a Gibson?

I don't want a drink.

I should've told her the truth.

I should've told you.

Maybe if I had, none of
this would've happened.

Don't be silly.

One way or another,
I would f*ck you up.

I loved you, Vida.

I believe in what we had
before it all went wrong.

I never said I didn't
love you, papi.

I just didn't care.

My heart hurts.

You loved me more than
anyone ever should have.

But now, it's time
to say goodbye.

Goodbye.

Hey.

- You doing okay?
- I'm better than okay.

- You're here to visit, yes?
- Yeah.

We wanted to see you.

I haven't had time to tidy,

but I can definitely do
some Hemingway daiquiris.

And a tonic water?

- What's tonic water?
- Uh, nothing that you'd like.

A virgin daiquiri, then?

I'd love to, Bell,
I really would.

Excellent.

But, um, Otis is
coming over for dinner.

Yeah. They're dating.

- Dating?
- Yeah.

Actually, Tyler was the one
who wanted to come and say hi.

Isn't that right, bug?

Show him.

I got you a souvenir
from the fair.

It lights up and everything.

Oh, well, that's very
kind of you, Tyler.

Thank you.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I have a million things
to do, so goodbye.

Florida.

Come on, bug.

Front side, back side,
clap, clap, clap.

Double fist, elbow bump,
high sparkle, done!

- Done!
- Wow.

Now can I have some
more apple pie?

- Me too?
- What?

You guys already
inhaled an entire pie.

You think I'm made out of pie?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Am not.

And go to your room
and pack your stuff.

Your dad'll be here any second.

You, uh, figure out that
whole thing with Marcus?

I'm trying.

Now that Pensacola's off
the table, sorta helped.

He should be here already.

Let's go for a bike ride.

That kid is trying so
hard not to cry right now.

He kicked me out of his room.

I'm sorry.

Would you mind watching him?

So I can go over
to Marcus' house

and rip his f*cking head off?

Of course.

Thank you.

Okay, I'll be back.

It's not what's
outside that stops you.

It's what's inside.

Inside the lighthouse...

Marcus, I know you're in there!

Oh.

Marcus?

You can do it. I know you can.

Marcus?

911, what's your emergency?

It's me. I need you, Cammie.

Bell, I can't help
you right now.

You have to. Please.

This isn't about us,

even though now it feels
like everything is about us.

Bell.

I remembered something
from when I was a child.

You need to get to
the old lighthouse.

Bell...

what happened at the lighthouse?