01x05 - Stop Being a Coward and Take the Meat

[bunniefuu]

- I want to raft.

-: A what?

Like with rafts on a river.

Sorry!

Blondie?

Actually, yeah.

- I'm here for you.

- And Laila.

I need something more

to work with.

Tuna. That's, uh, some guy Wally

and Wyatt would talk about.

Who is Tuna?

He's my f*cking boss.

The hardware is all his.

Place is further up the road.

Every shipment passes through

there. Oregon to Jalisco.

I don't even know

what he looks like!

- Look for the buckskin.

- Fiona.

Hi, are you busy?

Who are you?

Beth Burgess.

I'm a journalist.

We don't need the publicity,

so you'll have to leave.

There might be people

who would be interested

to hear how awful he is.

Look, I need to know

where the stash is.

Hey! Hey!

What are you doing?

Yes! Amazing!

Oh, my God!

No! Come on!

Favorite pants.

All right, Patty. You're good.

Just leave the cookies with us.

Oh, I baked these special

for Jimmy.

You're a crooked bunch.

Patty! Ease up.

Sorry. Sorry, hon.

- Couldn't help it.

- Mm, it's-it's okay.

- I missed you.

- Yeah, me, too.

I missed those lips.

And these lips have been missing

their sweet baby.

I bet you say that to all

the girls who come to visit you.

No, no, no.

Listen up, Patty Cake.

I'm a one-woman show.

I'm all Patty, all the time.

- Alone at night on the farm

- Mm-hmm.

I think of you.

Yeah? What you be thinking?

- What it would be like

if you were out,

- Mm-hmm.

and we were together

on the open road.

And you got a bed

in that van of yours?

Oh, yeah.

Just big enough for two.

Keep you warm

on them cold, winter nights.

Tell me how.

I'd do it just how you like it.

- Little fast.

- Okay.

Little slow.

And somewhere in between.

So, you know, my commissary's

getting just a little low.

Whatever you need, darling.

Yeah? You can do something

for me?

Patty Cake?

Patty Cake. Patty Cake. Patty

Arms up.

Out the gate!

I got this.

Clean.

Door closing.

Yes.

Good evening,

I'm Tessa Flores.

And I'm standing in the now

quiet Munango Valley Ranch,

a destination wedding venue

with a terrible secret.

It's here where

Charles "Tuna" Billingham--

a former U.S. Marine

turned entrepreneur--

was running the largest

firearms trafficking operation

in Colorado history.

An operation that

last night turned deadly.

Real fast.

And that's when he came out of

nowhere and-and attacked me.

And, um, well, I happened

to have a p*stol, and I

I shot him.

- What? Fiona m*rder*d a guy?

- Hey, hey, what are you doing?

- I want to hear this.

- That-that could've been you.

It also was me.

Of course Tessa fails

to mention that.

He could've k*lled you.

What?

- But the story

doesn't end here.

Earlier today,

investigators came across

this neglected storehouse.

It's here where police found

the remains of two bodies

- What?

- Bodies! Do you know

what that means?

Yeah. Clearly,

an actual serial m*rder*r

- could've m*rder*d you.

- Yeah, exactly.

So, if Tuna is a proven k*ller,

and Wallace was going

behind his back,

doesn't that make Tuna

an excellent new suspect?

What are you talking about?

- Beth.

- George knew.

George totally knew.

Uh, I-I'm actually worried

about you.

Th-This is textbook

crazy behavior.

It's clearly not safe.

I mean, l-look at your head.

- Okay. You're overreacting.

- Am I?

I work in law enforcement.

Baby

You give fines to people

who fish with two poles

- instead of one.

- All right.

Overfishing is a real problem.

I-I just want you to be safe.

You don't-- You don't

care about me being safe.

You want to drag me off

to the woods

so that I can give birth

to stuff.

That's not fair-- What?

What? D-Don't answer that.

We're not done here.

Hello?

Beth? That you?

Who's this?

- What? Wh-Who is it?

Just hang up.

Like you got so many people

blowing up your phone

past 9:00.

Who do you think it is?

- Wait, Toni?

- What-- Toni? Toni Toni?

- Two minutes. Two minutes.

- Toni's in prison.

How? There was no operator.

Your girl got herself

a cellphone.

How'd you get it?

I got my ways, but let's

talk about the important sh*t.

- Tuna.

- Oh, my God.

Did you see the news?

Yes. And what did I tell you?

You were right about everything.

All of it.

I mean, you think

he could be the one?

Yeah, I really think so.

Hey

Listen, I should really

get back to bed.

No, no, no, no, no.

Absolutely not.

This is the first time I get

a cell phone in three years.

You're not gonna crap out on me

this early.

Your husband or whoever

the hell, they can wait.

We got other sh*t to talk

about. Come on.

Okay, here's

what I've been dying to ask:

Why'd you get married?

Ooh, all right, all right.

No, just 'cause,

you know, you're so young,

and-and beautiful and smart,

funny and

You know, he was, he was kind of

a-a douchebag.

Well, Wally was down

for anything.

Didn't matter

if I was wiling out

or dragging him

to some comic book store,

he was into it.

Hmm.

- So, you were,

you were comfortable with him.

- Yeah.

I mean, he was

a crazy-a*s white boy

who wasn't afraid of anything.

Nothing.

But I guess I wanted

some of that superpower.

I mean, those are good reasons,

I guess.

No, they're not.

Wally was a bad choice.

Like, so, so bad. The worst.

Why'd you marry your dude?

Oh, enormous p*nis.

- For real?

-: It's fine.

Hello?

Hey, mama, how are you?

Listen,

I think I might have PTSD.

Do you? Come here.

I'm all right. I just--

Wh-Where's all my work?

Oh, okay,

you're not gonna believe this.

So, um, last night,

after the story broke,

I was trending.

- Me, I was trending nationally

on Twitter.

- Yeah. Fiona's story has

really captured

the country's attention.

Oh, also, Trent and I got

back together.

Wow, k*lling that kid really

turned your life around, huh?

Big-time.

What's all this?

We're starting a podcast.

Exciting, right?

It's an in-depth look

at Tuna's operation.

Fiona will be hosting.

One Woman, Many g*ns:

The Shootout at Munango Valley.

Okay, but we release this

as a run-up to my story?

Right? I mean,

that could be good.

So, Fiona works Tuna,

I work the Wallace angle,

and all roads lead back

to exonerating Toni.

I like it.

To be clear,

this is not a Toni story.

All right? Just Tuna.

But the two are connected.

- Uh, where's the proof?

- Oh, my God.

I'm finding it!

I appreciate your blind

commitment to this woman, Beth.

I mean, it's

journalistically irresponsible

and sometimes hard to watch,

but it's very sweet.

Wait, so you're canning it?

No, it's just

on the back burner.

So, Fiona walks into a building

and kills a guy,

and she's a hero.

What does Toni have to do

to get that superpower?

Hey, I saved your life

that night.

- I mean, sort of.

- Sort of?

Are you, are you serious

right now?

You were trapped

in a little room,

crying, and I literally

swooped in and rescued you.

- Okay. I wasn't crying.

- She was cr-- She was sobbing.

- It was pathetic, okay?

- Wow. I can't believe

you're actually f*cking

turning on her after that.

- I'm not turning on her.

- Okay, you know what?

I don't need this sh*t.

Okay. She's overreacting.

That's not normal.

No, I just don't understand you.

How could you do that

to sweet Fiona?

She's a literal angel.

Nice.

Hello?

Yeah, this is she.

Yes, yeah, I did call you, um

Hi, um

As I mentioned in my voice mail,

I was hoping to sit down

with one of your inmates.

Charles Billingham.

Yeah, that's right.

Yeah, it's for a podcast.

No, no. I-I know you're

a jail guard.

It's just that, see, um,

he doesn't have a publicist

listed online,

so I was thinking--

Hello?

Hello?

sh*t.

Hey, I'm really sorry.

I think I-I-I probably

do have PTSD like you said.

I might have a way of

getting you into the jail

to see Tuna,

if-if you're interested at all.

Leave me alone.

- Okay. I'll-I'll shut up.

- Great.

What did you have in mind?

Well, it's my connection,

so I'd have to come with you.

No.

No, thank you.

I don't need your help.

Okay. Suit yourself.

Oh, my God, fine, yes.

Okay, you can come.

Just tell me what to do.

Hey, babe.

The reunion thing is in,

uh, T-minus two hours.

So, uh, what do we want

with our steaks tonight?

I think we've got pilaf,

or, uh

What the hell?

Beth, where's my elk?

That is 34 steaks.

Chuck, sirloin

Just

g*dd*mn it. Call me back.

Let me see 'em.

Show him.

All premium elk.

Very fresh.

- Can't do it.

- Travis.

It'd take you 30 years

to get a stash like this,

and we both know it.

Stop being a coward

and take the meat.

You get ten minutes.

And if anyone asks,

you're his lawyers.

Oh. I got it.

Oh. Oh, my God. Okay. Hey.

Mm-hmm.

I thought this place was

gonna be cool, but it's not.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Next visitor, let's go.

Pick up the phone.

Oh.

Well, you're not my lawyers.

No, we're not, um,

but we are here

to give you a chance

to speak in the court

of public opinion.

Um, I am doing a podcast

about your criminal enterprise,

and I would love for you

to be a guest.

Well, it'd be a chance for you

to share your side of the story.

And we'd paint you

in a very sympathetic light.

You-you do know

what a podcast is, yes?

They're-they're very popular.

I'm sorry. Is he, like,

obsessed with you or something?

What is happening?

Hello again.

Hmm.

Hello, Beth Burgess.

Yeah, that-that-that's right.

Good-good memory.

- Um

- Mm-hmm.

Okay, I'm gonna be frank

with you, Mr. Billingham.

Um

I just came from

the D.A.'s office,

and it's-it's not looking good

for you.

You're facing

multiple life sentences.

But there is something

you can do to help yourself.

Confess.

Your sentence will be reduced,

your karmic debt halved.

Do you remember

Wallace Plimpton?

- All right, give me the

- Stop it.

Now, see,

the thing about Wallace is,

his k*ller was never found.

But that didn't stop the cops

from throwing a young woman

into prison.

A woman who-who had

a little girl,

an orphan who's-who's

on the streets,

all because the real k*ller

isn't man enough to confess

- and take responsibility.

- Okay, that's enough.

- Give me the phone.

Give me the phone.

- Stop. Stop it.

She does not speak

for the podcast.

You do not speak

for the podcast!

Hope he doesn't hear.

Shh.

I didn't k*ll Wallace.

He was making moves,

you wanted him gone.

I went to his funeral.

I donated the flowers.

I supplied the linen.

I held his mom's hand

as we stood before his casket.

Open casket, by the way,

if you can believe it.

But I remember standing there

thinking,

"Uh, this was a sloppy m*rder."

Fingerprints intact.

Teeth still in his head.

Amateur.

If I had k*lled him,

there'd be no way

you could identify him.

There'd be no body found.

No casket to cry over.

I'm thorough, Beth Burgess.

Do you understand?

- Do you f*cking understand?

- Yes, I understand.

And then there's you.

You come into my home,

lie to my face, k*ll Miggy.

No, I didn't.

It was Fiona.

- Fiona k*lled him, not me.

I didn't k*ll him.

- What the f*ck?

No, all this is because of you,

and I'm not gonna forget that.

You should apologize.

What, you think

a few g*n-running charges

and body parts

they'll never pin on me,

what, will keep me locked up?

You're smarter than that.

Yeah. Now apologize.

I'm-I'm I'm very sorry.

Apology not accepted.

Give her back the phone.

Hi.

Nobody gives a f*ck

about podcasts.

All right, ladies. Let's go.

Ma'am.

All right, come through.

- sh*t.

Do you think he did it?

Because now I'm not so sure.

And if he didn't,

are we back to Wyatt now?

Ow! What the f*ck was that?

How dare you ruin this for me!

How dare you!

You are so selfish.

I k*lled a man. Okay?

I f*cking k*lled a man!

I deserve a podcast!

f*ck, dude!

What the f*ck?

Put it down. g*dd*mn.

Good thing I just took a sh*t,

otherwise I would've

f*cking sh*t my pants.

Who'd you think I was,

the f*cking jerk-off police

here to bust you f*cking

tugging it, huh, Tug Boat?

- Catch you wet-handed?

- You've got two f*cking

toilets inside.

I like that one. It's cozy.

Also, it's like taking a sh*t

on the Enterprise.

f*cking stinks.

Oh.

Like your doodies smell

like f*cking fresh lasagna.

Please.

Damn, I guess sh*t went kind of

crazy at Munango, huh?

f*cking Miggy dead.

Tuna pinched.

You heard from Tuna?

Nah. You?

Ah, man, what the f*ck?

A pool floaty?

Man, our neighbors got to order

some better sh*t.

Now I got to buy a f*cking pool

to use this.

Did you steal that?

Look, dude,

we got to bounce for real.

f*cking Feds, A*F,

they're all gonna be coming

down here, sniffing our butts.

Pack your sh*t, dude.

We're going to f*cking camp

for two weeks.

O-Or we could leave.

Yo, that's what I just

f*cking said.

Yo, are you extra stupid today?

- What the f*ck?

- No, I mean, like, for good.

Listen, I got this cousin.

He's got a setup in Wyoming,

outside of Jackson.

Like, rafting and kayaking,

for tourists or whoever.

You want to be a rafter?

Yeah.

Bro, it's easy money and-and

right on a beautiful river.

Plus

I don't know, a lot of people

find water calming.

I'm already gonna buy

a f*cking pool, dude.

But you want to leave all this

to go f*cking wrap your lips

around dinghies all day?

- Sorry. Hard pass.

- Come on, man.

What, you never thought about

what you'd do with Tuna gone?

Yeah, if Tuna was gone, I'd be

f*cking rich. Think about it.

g*dd*mn, dude,

unless we get f*cking rolled on,

so pack your sh*t,

we leave in 30.

Wake the f*ck up.

Jesus Christ, dude. Rafting?

That's weak.

Dream a little bigger.

Do yourself a favor.

Sell hoverboards or a vape shop

or something, something tight.

Now, pack your sh*t or rot

in jail. Up to you, playboy.

What do you mean, "not exactly"?

Well, Tuna is a k*ller.

I'm confident of that,

- but

- But? Spit it out. Come on.

I don't think he k*lled Wallace.

You're sure?

Yeah. Pretty much.

- Damn.

- Listen, it's not so bad.

Now we know he's not our guy.

We can move on

to trees worth shaking.

Like back to Wyatt.

Do you remember Wallace

ever talking about

somebody named Donna?

- Mm-mm.

- Because

Okay, it turns out

the brothers were having

some kind of

territorial pissing match

over her.

I'm-I'm sorry.

I know he was your husband,

but it's strong motive.

And she mentioned

a boyfriend, who

he could've had good

reason to pull the trigger,

I'll track him down.

- Yeah.

- And this is me

with my tinfoil hat on,

but what if there was

a serial k*ller in the area?

I mean, I know they

don't typically

target armed white men,

but crazier sh*t has happened.

I don't know.

Look, we're no worse off than

we were a few days ago, right?

- I just want this sh*t

to be over.

- Oh, I know.

But we're not there yet.

Just a little further, okay?

We'll get there.

Faith as small as a mustard seed

can move a mountain.

Is that scripture?

Yeah, it's a prayer

my mom used to say.

I don't need to move a mountain.

I just need enough faith

to put that weasel-d*ck loser

behind bars.

Attagirl. Okay. We can do this.

Anything to get me back to

my baby, all right?

Yeah.

Hey.

Check this out.

What do you think?

- Wait, is that

- Yeah, it's Laila.

Yeah,

I'm-I'm still working on it,

but I think I got

the eyes right.

: Oh, God. I'm sorry.

- Hey. Hey. Hey, hey.

What happened?

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Look, I can't have you

falling apart on me like this.

I-I need you to wipe your eyes,

get the hell back out there,

because we need you.

We need you to go find

something or someone.

Hi. I'm looking for

a child in the system.

She'd be about three

and a half years old.

INF 1125.

INF 1125b. INF 1125bc.

Fill them out and come back.

- Next!

- No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.

I-I I did them.

At-at home, before coming in,

so

Student much?

Your relation to the child?

Uh, friend of the mother.

Uh, best friend.

Old, old best friend.

We only release information

to relatives.

- Next!

- No, no, no, no. Wait.

I'm also her aunt.

So sister and friend

of the mother.

It's just there-there wasn't

enough space

- for all of that.

- Family only.

Okay, there-there's just

there's not much room here.

- So if I could just use

this pen

- Next!

You're being extremely

unhelpful,

uh, Tamra.

I'm only doing my job.

My J-O-B.

And I only give out information

when this form--

it's signed by family.

F-A-M-I-L

Why, hello. Edna Plimpton?

- Who are you?

- I'm, uh

I'm Tamra

from Child Services.

Do you have a minute?

No.

It's just a few seconds, really.

I-I'm very fast.

You like cake?

Nice girl like you

spends all her time

helping the children.

- Eat.

- Oh, thank you.

Family recipe.

Wow, yummy.

Uh, so, anyway,

my supervisor just needs you

to fill out these forms,

and, um, I'll be on my way.

I don't sign anything

from the government.

Please.

It would really help

your granddaughter.

My granddaughter?

I'm sorry.

I don't have a granddaughter.

But you are

Wallace Plimpton's mother?

Yes, but I'm not kin

to that girl.

That's Toni's child,

not my son's.

The child's name is

Laila Plimpton.

Don't you call her

by my family name!

I warned him about

people like her.

I'm sorry, people like what,

Mrs. Plimpton?

People who weren't raised right.

Uh-huh.

I know what you think of me,

I can see it in your eyes.

But when you're a mom,

you can spot trouble.

You can sniff it out.

You got kids?

You've abandoned

your son's child.

That wh*re shot him!

My little baby boy.

She-she

she ruined everything.

Okay, okay, okay.

Sit down. Sit down, sit down.

Wait. Wait. Wait.

Here. Here, here, here,

look. Look.

Foster family sent me this.

See?

They don't look anything alike.

She is not my granddaughter.

Right?

Right?

No. No, she's not.

The people are here already.

Where are you?

Oh, I'm sorry, babe.

I-I want to be there,

I really do. I just

I have one really important

work thing

- to take care of first.

- Okay, whatever.

This is exciting, isn't it?

Special playdate

with Auntie Beth?

You promised to get me

a baby doll.

I didn't say when,

so right now we're playing

at this park.

Oh! Look, let's go over here.

Tessa?

-: Hey!

- Hi!

- It's me.

- What's going on? How are

- Am I-- Can I?

- I consent.

- All right. All right.

-: How are you?

- Good to see you.

- What's going on?

- I thought this was just

for J-school kids.

- Oh, yeah, yeah.

They let us forestry dorks

tag along.

Well, I'm so glad you're here,

- because these things

give me hives.

- Right?

- Yes.

- I know. I'm already sweating

through three layers.

So, are we losers?

Like, where is everyone?

- Where's your wife?

- Um

- Uh, she's running late.

- I know I got here

way too early.

You want to get drunk?

- Yeah.

- Follow me.

Hey, Ellie.

Let's go make a new friend.

Hi.

This is Ellie.

What's your name?

- Laila.

- Hi, Laila.

That's a beautiful name.

Can you push us?

Yeah. Sure. Go.

You good? You ready?