Panhandle (2022) s01e02 Episode Script

Do you know who did this?
You did.
Hey, hey. Shh
You're having the nightmares again.
You didn't kill me,
okay? You know you didn't.
I found out you cheated.
Anything is possible.
That was thirdhand
information from two criminals.
Neither knew me or who
I was or what we had.
- Have.
- You're just a projection.
I can make you say anything I want.
How can a clam cram
in a clean cream can?
How can a clam cram
in a clean cream can?
See?
When you talk, it's me talking,
so I can't trust anything you say
since I can't trust myself.
You know me, Bell.
Do I? Did I?
I'll tell you exactly who
put this in your head. Her.
Don't say it. Do not say it.
Officer Cammie Lorde.
Wow.
You really do have awesome teeth.
It's just you and me out here,
Spray Tan Sam.
And as much as it pains me to say it,
you can service my needs.
Anytime.
Six miles over?
Really? Is that the best you can do?
Shit.
- Palanko.
- Bless you.
Sounds like a sneeze, you know?
- Yeah.
- Palanko!
Kind of?
Hello? Is this thing on?
I wouldn't point your
gun straight at your face.
So not bad for a case you were told
wasn't yours to pursue.
Obvious question, but
isn't our actual goal
to reduce the criminal
population of Okaloosa County?
Officer Lorde, I know Bell
Prescott got in your head,
but I'm gonna warn you.
He is leading you down a dangerous path.
Now, maybe you think you can fix him.
You wouldn't be the first woman to try.
Hmm.
Oh, no.
Bell Prescott has gotten in my head,
and now my heart's all aflutter.
No, that is not happening here.
Good.
Then consider this friendly advice.
Stay away from Prescott
for your own good.
And don't kid yourself.
One solve does not make you a detective.
Did you have tuna for lunch?
Was it a sandwich or
a StarKist Snack Pack?
- Snack Pack.
- Ah.
Why don't you do us both a favor
and get back to your actual job?
You got it, boss.
Snack Pack.
You should not be doing that.
You think you can beat me
by getting inside my head,
but you're wrong, Skramstad.
No, I think I can beat
you by just beating you.
Can't know what anyone else is thinking.
You may think you know
them, but it's a lie.
Their lying hearts will one
day deceive and destroy you.
Ha!
Mate in two moves.
Ah!
Bellwether, I have an idea.
I've been thinking.
Maybe a good therapist can
Charge me a fortune?
Prescribe me drugs I
haven't already tried?
Say things like "We
just had a breakthrough,"
which they will only say because I give
excellent breakthrough face.
Have you seen my breakthrough face?
This face got me out of two
different rehab facilities.
Or maybe a therapist can help you.
You're getting worse again.
- Solving that murder was
- A good thing.
Generally, solving
murder is a good thing
unless you're the one
doing the murdering,
which I most certainly am not.
Was it? A good thing, I mean?
Sure.
Aside from someone accusing my dead wife
of extramarital
copulation, it was a blast.
Stop! Stop.
Every time you go into that barn,
you get morose and
obsessed and depressed,
and I won't have it.
Mother.
I am just terrific.
I'll see you at lunch.
Ugh.
Turn that damn thing off.
Come on, dude, it's the Village High
Marching Band
at Shrimp Fest 2018.
Now, wait, wait
That was me. Sweet.
My mother put you up to this?
Yeah, she wanted you out of the barn.
Mission accomplished.
Hey, hey, don't make me
punch you in the face.
I don't want to break your nose again.
I'm going back in there, Checotah.
I intend to find out whether I've been
mourning an adulteress
or a love for the ages.
What are you doing?
911, I have an intruder.
- Dude, seriously?
- Moseley, no!
Oof!
Just totally avoidable, man.
How would your mum feel
Don't do it. Don't do it. Don't do it.
This was the emergency?
Remove this man at
once, or I will hold you
all in contempt.
Hey, Cammie, looking good.
You change your beauty regime?
A little something I like to call
not showering for a week.
Ah! Any more of this,
and I cannot be held
accountable for what I do.
Is anyone even listening to me?
Hey, as much as I love this, Checotah.
All right.
Sorry, ma'am.
- See you later, Bell.
- Bye.
That wasn't an intruder.
That was your friend.
I need you.
For what?
To find out how a person lies.
Your whole life is a
lie, but you walk around
seemingly okay with it.
Wow, you're like a
heat-seeking insult missile.
Oh, boy.
Turns out I know
everything about the world
and nothing about my wife.
You're very dramatic.
You know that, right?
I don't see how I can help you here.
Didn't know her.
She seems like she
was interesting though.
Do you remember algebra class?
You have a very annoying way
of talking. Just get to it.
They always ask you to show your work.
You know why?
'Cause one wrong move
early in the equation
throws the whole thing off.
You can't get the answer if you work off
the wrong hypothesis,
and I've been working off
the wrong god damn hypothesis.
So if I have this right,
you want me to help you
solve your wife's murder
so that you can figure out
if she really loved you.
Well, when you say it like
that, it sounds insane.
Here's the problem.
I saw the file, and I
think the cops got it right.
Vida Prescott had a
fight with her husband.
She took off to the bayou,
probably to buy drugs from
the drifters at the Muck.
She had on expensive jewelry.
Someone killed her for it,
and when the cops showed up,
the drifters booked it to the Everglades
or Epcot or Tony Roma's
or wherever the hell people book it to
when they're in Florida.
Whoever killed her
I'm sorry, Bell, but they're
long gone from Boggsville.
I accept that as a possibility.
I just ask you to
entertain an alternative.
That the investigation was wrapped up
in a hypothetical bow
because no one wants to look under
the Panhandle's dirty little rocks.
But look, if you're content
being the town traffic cop,
if the Palanko arrest is
the crowning achievement
in a forgettable career,
then move along.
Nothing to see here.
I can do this without you.
Okay. Fine.
I have one condition.
I want all of it.
All of the evidence from all
of the cases that you solved
and did nothing about.
Why?
Because for half a
minute there yesterday,
I thought I could do something real.
Maybe I was right.
I'm sick of being the town traffic cop.
If you need help with these
Has it ever occurred to anyone
that I'm a fully capable person?
Honestly, it hadn't
till you just said that.
I see it now.
What?
The whole not showering thing,
it works for you.
Oh, I almost forgot.
Got it back from Okahoochee.
I am sincerely moved.
Don't be.
I don't know, but I bet I can find out.
Ooh, I'm telling you, that
boy is gonna see red now.
He thinks that I'm not gonna
hear about his bachelor party
just 'cause it's in Pensacola.
What happens in Pensacola sure as hell
don't stay in Pensacola.
Especially if what
happens there is herpes.
- Oh.
- What?
Unkind, but true.
Hey, Cammie.
Oh, thank the Lord.
Hey, girl.
You finally gonna let
me attack that problem
on top of your head, huh?
Ooh!
What you see as a
problem, I see as something
that takes no time.
Mm-hmm.
Not that I have anybody to
impress, just by the way.
Oh, well, you don't do
your hair for the men.
You do your hair for yourself.
And who came up with that shit? You?
I'm doing this to make Odell go insane.
Uh-huh, which will make you feel good,
which proves my point.
Okay, see, that there is
what's known as a tautology.
That's like saying the sky is
blue 'cause the sky is blue.
Now, see, I'm over here
trying to spread wellness,
and you "tautologilizing"
all over my shit.
Whatever.
You know what I was
trying to say. Shoot.
But since I ain't fixing your hair,
you finally ready to change your life?
Uh, girl, please, my life
is perfection already.
Girl, your hair is pulled back so tight
you can barely see straight.
Okay, okay, fine. I
came for the brain trust.
Anybody know where JoJo McDunnough went
after he won the lottery?
Hmm, well, I know his
cousin's ex-cousin.
I can ask her.
How do you become somebody's ex-cousin?
- You heard of
- Oh, never mind. Florida.
Or you could just ask me.
- Hmm?
- Okay, with the details.
Okay, this is why I love my crew.
Where is he?
So word is, JoJo blew all his winnings
on bingo and "massage parlors."
Moved into an apartment on Northside.
- Oh.
- Yeah.
- Guess I'm going to Northside.
- I guess so.
- Y'all pray for me.
- I will.
Pack your holy water.
I told you! No god damn credit!
JoJo McDunnough Boggsville PD!
Hey!
Damn. This is a dumb idea, JoJo.
That looks uncomfortable.
Ah, how fare the arrests?
They fare like shit because
I can't read your handwriting.
I yearn for the days of
penmanship, flourishes,
curlicues and arm exercises.
I'll take a course. Fantastic idea.
Great, well, before you sign up,
can you tell me what this says?
Ah.
The McDunnough case.
Yeah, that says "Eisenhower."
Corresponding with the
third and sixth numbers
in the sequence, 55 and 57.
Stop by when you're done.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
wait, can you repeat that
with slightly less
respect for my math skills?
Really? Seemed obvious to me.
Eisenhower was president
in 1955 and 1957,
indicating those numbers
were likely abbreviations,
as in what one does when
one buys a lottery ticket
using birthdates as one's totem.
Birthdates, which, as I recall,
belong to Emilia McDunnough's parents.
Yeah, obviously, I was just
I was just double checking.
On May 12th, 2021,
you broke into Emilia
McDunnough's apartment
and pushed her out the back window.
You got a thing for back windows, JoJo?
You know, she's my aunt.
If my fingerprints was
there, it was 'cause
I was helping her out.
What if I told you I knew
that she bought the ticket,
not you?
Oh, yeah, sure.
But she bought it for me.
- Oh, she bought it for you?
- Mm-hmm.
Because you wanted to
play 6-15-55-9-22-57.
Yeah.
The birthdate of both of her parents?
Right, right, right.
Right, her parents are
My grandparents?
Right.
Oh, you got a lot of friends, JoJo,
a lot of real skinny friends.
- So? I'm popular.
- Oh, yeah?
Bet you are.
What are you doing?
I'm just going on a
little Easter egg hunt.
Except instead of
searching for Easter eggs,
I'm searching for
a-ha.
Crack.
Hmm.
Crack.
Oh.
Crackety-crack-crack-crack.
Man, how the hell do
you know where it all is?
Well, because every
time you look somewhere,
I know that that's where the crack bunny
hid some crack.
Wow, you are so dumb.
Hey, hey! That's a family heirloom!
Uh-huh.
Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho!
Take that.
Hey.
Oops.
Ah, that feels good.
- Oh, jeez.
- I know, I know.
I should be writing tickets, but
people shouldn't get away with murder.
Cam, before you go in there
Later, Urleen. I have
a Confederate to book.
Hello, Cammie.
Long time.
What do you want, Marcus?
Just a friendly conversation.
Cut the shit.
You're here about Arvin Palanko.
You think that you can
play on our relationship
so you can get a quote
for your damn paper.
Well, here's a quote. Go away.
And here's a second quote.
No, we don't validate.
And here's a third quote. You
look like a preppy asshole.
And here's a fourth quote.
- You don't get a damn quote.
- Are you gonna let me talk?
Or are you just gonna
keep barking at me?
Well, spit it out. What do you want?
I want a little time with Tyler.
You haven't seen him in a
year and now you just show up?
I know, I know. I feel bad, Cammie.
I feel really bad, but
there's no hidden agenda here.
I'm just trying to do the right thing.
I don't
Look, now's not a good time.
- Cammie.
- Now, I have work to do.
Just give me a second, all right?
Tickets won't write themselves, Marcus.
- I gotta keep Boggsville safe.
- Cammie.
You don't have to do this, Bell.
You think I wanna do this?
Please tell me there
is a simple explanation
for why someone would think
you were having an a
You know I love you, carino.
I know you use Spanish
when you're trying
to seduce me.
But I do love you.
Yeah, moving here to
the middle of nowhere
wasn't ideal,
and living with your mother
I mean, I like your
mum, but you're over 30.
- This is about my mother?
- It's a little Norman Bates-y.
There were issues.
You're moody. You hated my family.
You think you're smarter than everyone.
You're drunk all the time.
I'm drunk all the time.
I stabbed you in the back
with a letter opener once.
Just regular, everyday issues.
What's that smell?
Hey, Bell.
Your mama told me there was a drunk,
self-pitying pest inside.
Darby, I'm falling apart.
What did she tell you? Was she cheating?
The truth is, I don't know.
Vida was worried about you.
You changed, before all this
and after your dad, you just
Vida did come to me.
She wanted help, but I didn't know how.
I don't know if she
was having an affair.
All I can say was that she was lost.
She felt alone.
And I think you digging into this now
it's not gonna change anything.
Vida!
Vida!
Vida.
Sup, dawg?
In the months after Vida was killed,
I reconstructed her last day.
Receipts, phone calls, people she saw.
That was before the accusation.
- Maybe I missed something.
- Hmm.
Like a booty call from her side piece?
Booty call? I swear I'm
gonna slap this bitch.
That attitude is not helpful.
Really? You're trying to figure out
whether or not she was cheating,
and I can't even infer
a cheating scenario
without you getting all up in my ass?
What word would you like me to use?
Instead of affair, should
I use a fun codeword
like lollipop?
That is not funny.
Oh, Jesus.
Oh, he'll be fine.
He'll be assassinating
rice rats in no time.
Slingshots, for the most
part, are totally safe.
This is insane. I gotta go.
I heard about JoJo.
You want more of those, right?
Can I mention the lollipop
which we're trying to figure out,
or are you gonna act all freaky?
You may mention the, uh
unmentionable.
I just need you for a few hours.
We'll retrace her steps and find out
what she was hiding.
You're really gonna
leave the property again?
I'm filled with
confidence.
Stop, stop.
What?
I'm having second thoughts.
Yeah, I get that.
Would you stop? Stop.
I'm fine.
- Are you sure?
- I'm fine.
It was here.
The day started here.
She came around 11:00 alone.
She ordered torrijas and cafe con leche.
I know that from the receipt.
Also, she forgot to leave a tip.
Or she came here with her boy toy.
Yeah, they paid separately
because that's what you do
when you're sneaking around.
She probably didn't forget the tip.
He paid it.
Sorry, not sorry.
What's next?
She got gas at Raceway,
filled her tank at full service prices.
Who does full service?
Vida.
She always said she didn't wanna
deprive the attendants
of their livelihood.
Or this was the guy.
Pumping her full of
gas.
- You proud of that one?
- No, not really.
Started off strong, but then it ended up
turning into a flatulence pun.
- Keep driving.
- Okay.
Gas was at 12:12, then hiking.
She could've gone out to the trails
near the Air Force base
or the Rocky Bayou trails,
but I think she came out
this way near the River Trail.
Or hiking was a lie so
she could be off the grid,
unreachable.
Welcome to my world.
Finest speed trap on I-10.
I can make the town six
grand on a good weekend.
You stare at him all day?
Who, Spray Tan Sam?
I don't know,
he's kind of attractive.
She could have been anywhere.
She could've been hiking,
she could've been fornicating,
talking about life with a know-it-all
and his gun-toting mother.
What the hell am I thinking?
Are you gonna spiral out here?
Because if you're gonna spiral
I'm currently spiraling.
I have been spiraling the entire time!
I am currently mid-spiral,
in case you hadn't noticed.
Okay.
Well, let's just say that
there are a couple of hours
that we can't account for.
She got a parking ticket at 2:46.
- Where?
- I don't know.
Meter number 51163013.
I remember because it's the coordinates
for Chernobyl,
without the decimal minutes, of course.
You remember that, but you can't
remember which parking meter?
There is only so much one can accomplish
from the confines of
one's home, even me.
Okay.
Wow.
Chernobyl, you coming?
- Bell, you okay?
- Yes, I'm fine.
All right.
- Ugh. Come on
- I said I'm fine.
God, all right.
Hey, did Vida have health issues?
Is that gonna hurt?
No more than when it went in.
But from now on, let's remember not
Ah! Ho!
to stand behind fishermen
who are casting their lures.
Oh, that's good.
You really need to write that down?
The Wright Institute
for Facial Regeneration.
Facial Regeneration? Seriously?
He's gonna waste his
talents on people's vanity.
I'm going to nip, tuck, and fill my way
to a six bedroom estate on Jackson Lake.
Boat dock, mm. It's gonna be nice.
You know you can have all that here.
Oh, did I not mention the prime draw?
It's not in the Panhandle.
Mm, I hear you on that one.
We've come for information.
Vida was here the day of her murder.
Yeah, well, I wasn't.
I know, but you took over the practice
from Dr. Vicstein, and with
it came his patient files.
Patient files covered under HIPAA.
Doctor-patient confidentiality.
Information can be disclosed
to law enforcement officials
for law enforcement purposes.
You write tickets.
Expensive tickets.
And I'm on a first name basis
with Judge William DeBolt.
Billy.
So I can be back in an
hour with a warrant that'll
make your patients rethink
their primary care provider,
or you could do yourself
a favor and cooperate.
Your choice, doctor.
I know that speech.
Law and Order season three.
Logan goes after that doctor
who was an angel of death.
Season three.
- When the show found itself.
- So right.
Logan and Briscoe.
The show was never the
same after Jerry Orbach.
Call me crazy, I like Ed Green.
You know, has anyone ever told you
you have, like, a Jesse
Martin thing happening?
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- You think so?
- Oh, I know so.
Nah.
Not cool, man.
Sorry, sorry.
Oh, and by the way,
Jesse Martin was at least
25% hotter than you.
So not cool.
Find something?
No.
She wasn't even here that day.
No appointment, no bloodwork,
which makes no sense because
we know she parked right here.
Chernobyl.
Maybe she was here but not here.
That used to be a lawyer's office.
I remember because I came
here for an ultrasound,
and when I saw Tyler move,
I knew Marcus couldn't be a part of it,
so I went next door, checked his rates.
Couldn't afford it, so I left.
My point is, maybe
maybe she was here
to see a lawyer, Bell.
So you're saying Vida
wasn't just having an affair,
she was also going to divorce me?
No, no, no, no, no.
Ooh!
He practiced here for years.
You don't have a forwarding number?
For old clients?
Yeah, I know he moved to Boggsville,
but he left years ago. Go!
This is a police issue.
I need to discuss a case with him.
Boynton Beach, Cocoa Beach
- Hello, you there?
- Dania Beach, Daytona Beach
You kidding me?
It's just a mantra.
Florida cities with
"Beach," alphabetically.
No, no, no, not you.
Just, the call dropped.
This Wi-Fi's shit.
What?
- Get me out of here now.
- Okay. Can you
All right, come on.
Beekeeping, really?
What the hell?
It's the middle of the night.
Don't tell me you're ice fishing.
So on top of all your other shit,
you have a chess compulsion?
Skramstad is the best hacker
north of the 60th parallel.
You woke up Mother.
His mother?
Oh, my God, he's like
the Scandy version of you.
Mother is the name of my mastiff.
He needs his sleep.
Why would you name your male dog Mother?
Irony. Who is this?
Nobody.
I need you to find the Wi-Fi connections
on my wife's cell phone.
I take it you want to
track her secret life,
see which networks were
known and logged into,
which will give you
some degree of closure?
Is everyone a therapist these days?
Yes.
Plug the phone into the USB, turn it on,
and wait for my call.
Okay.
I hope you're hungry.
I made frog's legs.
I like frogs. I don't wanna eat them.
- You like cows?
- Yeah.
- How 'bout pigs?
- Sure.
You like hamburgers with bacon on them?
- It's my favorite.
- Uh-uh. No.
You like them, and you
eat them. That's life.
For one thing to survive,
another thing has to go.
We'll talk about this later, Ty.
It's my fault. Indigo never really
understood kids.
He talked to Bell like he was an adult
from the day he was born.
What was your dad like?
Mm
He's dead.
Tell me about your dad.
He's okay. I don't see him much.
How about other relatives?
Grandparents, aunts, uncles?
We have lots of these old photos around.
I bet you have some
good ones too, right
We don't dwell in the past.
You do that long enough,
you get so stuck you
barely leave the house.
OysterHaven.
That's a bar in Fort Walton.
Diddleys-on-the-water.
Bar in Panama City.
I sense a theme here.
We liked to drink.
Shared pastimes are good for a marriage.
Had your liver checked lately?
Is that it? 14 saved networks?
Fiifteen, one more.
Probably a bar somewhere.
DRM-8GL-V8GR.
- Not familiar?
- No.
How do we find it?
You don't. You won't find
it without a router ID
or a spectral analyzer,
which even you don't have.
Oh, and by the way,
checkmate.
Dream-8. Glove-8.
Dorm-8. Galivate? What's galivate?
That's nothing.
- If it were a word, I'd know it.
- Bell.
Think.
It's a lead.
Bell.
We toured the town, I stayed for lunch,
I have to take Tyler to karate.
That can wait. This is big.
No, please stop talking.
You know what's big
for that kid in there?
The one that you used to
get information out of me?
- Karate.
- I need you here.
This is my life.
And you know that class?
The one that you want Tyler to miss?
That's his life, which is my life,
which is real.
Okay? Whatever it is
that you're chasing,
we don't know if it's
real at all, do we?
Am I a bad person?
- No.
- Absolutely.
Seriously, am I selfish, self-absorbed?
Both. All those things, you know?
You don't really listen to anybody.
Don't really care about
anybody but yourself.
And your follow-through
is piss-poor, man.
Okay, I will not have you insult my man.
You screwed my whole family over
when you flaked on the seafront thing.
We were gonna open a restaurant,
rent kayaks and shit.
I hate to say it, you're
kinda universally hated
by this whole town.
There's gotta be another explanation.
For everybody to hate you?
For this supposed lover.
I have to find him.
Maybe he was obsessed with Vida.
Maybe she refused to sleep with him,
and that made him
insane, and he killed her.
And maybe that's why
she went to the lawyer,
to get a restraining order.
Maybe I'm making it worse.
What should I do?
I don't know, man.
Find a good doctor, priest, or lawyer,
you know, someone with, like, a necktie.
They're all dumber than me.
You could try talking to the toad.
Toad?
The toad has the answers?
5-MeO-DMT. Total pantera shit.
Oh, like ayahuasca.
Drink a little tea,
get a little clarity?
Ayahuasca's like a three-hour bus tour
of Paris museums.
5-MeO-DMT is like strapping
yourself to the nose
of a rocket that flies
into the sun and evaporates.
And that's a good thing?
People say it's like 15 years
of psychotherapy in 15 minutes.
What happens next?
I don't know, man.
Ask the toad.
Anything?
Lightweight.
Checotah?
William Moseley!
Dad?
It's a gift that comes
with responsibility,
Bellwether.
If you don't take care
of the things you love,
you lose them.
Don't fight the toad, Bell.
Indigo?
No, Mum, don't.
Stop running and follow
me to the lighthouse.
I can't go there.
It's a dream. You can go anywhere.
Cammie.
This isn't about you.
Oh.
Pay attention, Bell.
You can manage that, right?
Oh!
I've got it.
The toad told me who
Vida was sleeping with.
Dude, it's been like five minutes.
This shit lasts for
Bell?
I need Cammie.
Hey, hey, hey. You sure about this?
You're sure she was having
an affair with Sam Lund?
The Wi-Fi network
that we couldn't track,
it's on his billboard.
"Dream Big, Live Bigger."
The eights are B's.
Well, at least she had good taste.
You're awfully cruel for
a unicorn, don't you think?
I I don't even wanna know.
But you do know he's here.
Yeah, yeah, Bitty's ex-husband
knows a guy whose third wife
is Sam Lund's assistant's sister.
Listen, Bell. Before we do this,
finding the truth about someone you love
doesn't always end well.
Oh, you beautiful
unicorn, I know it, but
I can't help it.
Okay. All right, come on.
Excuse me.
All right, clear a path. Thank you.
- Boggsville PD.
- Whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You okay?
Can you do this?
Fort Walton Beach. Hallandale Beach.
Highland Beach.
Holmes Beach.
There. Hey!
You cuckolded me, you god damn bastard!
I'm talking to you,
you Packsaddley devil!
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Bell, calm down.
I will not calm down.
This man seduced my wife.
Maybe he killed her. I don't know.
But I am owed some answers,
and he has horns!
Everyone, this man has horns!
He doesn't have horns, does he?
Mm, not so much.
Bell Prescott.
Vida's husband.
Mm.
J'accuse.
Bell! Hey!
Hey, hey!
Everybody freeze!
- Don't move!
- Sammy?
- Oh, my God. Are you okay?
- I'm fine.
Apparently this gentleman thinks
that I slept with his wife.
Wait, you're
Paul and I have been together for years.
We have two kids.
So you and Vida weren't
She logged into your Wi-Fi regularly.
Yeah, well, she was looking
to rent a seafront apartment,
and she had very particular tastes.
An apartment? But
Oh.
Yeah.
She was looking to move out.
Go figure.
Okay. Hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey. We're done here.
Drop it.
Sorry, Bell.
I know this hurts.
Maybe it was always as
simple as the police said.
We had a fight, she ran to the swamp,
and that's that.
Nothing more.
- It's Sam. Sam Lund.
- The real estate guy?
You told me if I ever
had a certain visitor
asking questions to call you.
Yes.
I'm calling.
Can we visit the Prescotts again?
Um, we'll see.
- I like Ms. Millicent.
- I know.
Where's my grandma?
I'm not sure, bug.
How come we don't have any pictures?
You mean like family pictures?
Well, you see, um
the thing is,
some people, they like
to live in the past.
But me, I like it now
because I have you.
And we have each other,
and that's all I need.
So good night, doggie lovey. Mwah!
Good night, ruffly guy.
- He's a stegosaurus.
- Oh, that's right.
I knew that. I knew that.
- Hmm?
- Aw, okay, good night.
Mm.
Yeah, it just says no recent sightings.
Can you just put me on an alert list
if anything changes?
I appreciate it.
Get lost on the way to
the porn star's house?
- We need to talk.
- Twice a year.
Christmas and birthdays.
I know, and I wanna change that.
What are you Did you
find God or something?
It's been a tough year, okay?
The paper's losing money.
Nobody believes in news anymore.
I had a heart attack.
I'm fine.
But I had to make some changes.
I was thinking that
things could be different.
This is not about what's best for me.
This is about what's best for Tyler.
Hmm.
I'm asking you nicely,
Cammie, this time.
What is that supposed to mean?
It means I'm asking me-to-you.
But if you make me ask you officially,
if we have to walk into a courtroom,
what name would you use, exactly,
since we both know
Cammie Lorde is made up?
Leave.
Your secrets are safe, Cam.
I just wanna see him.
Come on, Bell, finish what you
started for once in your life.
Shut up.
Do you hear me?
Shut the hell up.
Am I interrupting?
Papa?
Everything okay?
Yeah, fine.
I knocked. No one answered.
So you decided to break in?
I felt we needed to have a talk.
So you heard I'm looking
into Vida's past, that it?
You here to defend
your daughter's honor?
No, not at all.
I'm here to tell you the truth.