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[rock music playing]
[man]
And it's been awhile
Since I could
hold my head up high
And it's been awhile
since I first saw you
And it's been awhile
Since I could stand
on my own two feet again
And it's been awhile
since I could call you
And everything
I can't remember
[man 2 whooping]
[Zeke] Save some
of your energy, Earl.
- I was tight.
- [Dick] That was tight.
[Lydia] Good job, guys!
[Zeke] Once you get your
tempo down, we'll be good.
[Dick] You speed your tempo up,
be even better.
[Zeke] Let's do it
one more time.
Let's try it last line
before the chorus.
- [Dick] Y'all staying up?
- [Earl] Staying up!
- [Dick] Three, four...
- [Cynthia laughing]
[rock music playing]
[Zeke] Yeah, that's it.
And everything I can't...
[Lydia] Zeke,
we're going to bed.
- Okey-dokey.
- [Lydia grunts]
[Earl] Night, Cyn.
[Lydia] Say good night to Earl.
Y'all be good now.
[Dick] Hey, no promises.
Don't listen to that nut job.
We'll be good, baby.
I love you.
- [Lydia] Love you.
- Nighty-night.
Hey, you motherfuckers
wanna get weird?
Break it
To me gently
Let me down
the easy way
Make me feel
that you still love me
If it's just
If it's just
for one more day
Break it to me gently
So my tears
My tears
won't fall too fast
If you must go
Then go slowly
Let me love you
'till the last
The love we shared
For oh so long
Is such a big part
Of me
If you must take
Your love away
Take it gradually
Oh, oh, break it
Break it to me gently
Give me time,
oh give me a little time
To ease the pain
Love me just
a little longer
'Cause I'll never
Never love again
'Cause I'll never
Love
Again
[train horn blares]
[brakes squeal]
[Earl] Stop stopping.
- All right, go.
- I can't go.
- It's still fucking red, dude.
- No one's fucking around.
What did that sign just say?
I don't... Nothing.
- No, what did it say?
- I don't know, dude. Just worry about driving.
[Zeke] I gotta know
what they say, dude.
I don't wanna overload you. Okay.
Just worry about driving.
You're not going to
overload me.
- [Earl] All right, whatever.
- [tires squeal]
How you doin'
back there, Dick?
[Dick groans]
[Dick coughs]
- [Earl] Jesus Christ...
- [Zeke] Is he breathing?
[Earl] He's breathing.
- [tires screech]
- Fuck, goddamn, dude!
[Zeke] What did that
sign just say?
[Earl] I don't fucking know.
I missed it.
[Zeke] All right. I think it's
on the other side of these trees.
[door alarm chiming]
[Earl] What are we
supposed to do?
[Zeke] Richard!
We're taking you
to the hospital. All right?
- [grunts]
- [Dick groans]
[Zeke] Shit! Pick him up.
- [Earl] Fuck him up even worse!
- [Zeke] Grab his feet.
[Earl] Can't bring him
inside like that, man.
- That's fucked up.
- You'd leave him here, retard?
- Grab his feet.
- [Earl] No, I'm just saying
there's gotta to be
a better option than this.
- We can figure...
- Help me, dude!
[Earl] I was just fucking,
I don't know, see if...
[Zeke] Grab his fucking ankles!
Drag the fuckin' feet down.
[Earl] Fine,
we're leaving him outside.
[Zeke] I know.
Slow down.
Good night, Alan.
Good night, Jo.
[Dick coughing]
[grunts]
- [Zeke] Oh, fuck... Shit!
- [Earl] Goddamn, fuck!
[Zeke] Sorry, Dick.
Shit.
- Drive safe.
- How long you here till?
- Noon.
- [laughs]
Not me.
Hold up. Hold it.
Hold it. Hold it!
[groans]
Hood up?
Anonymity.
Oh, right, right!
[Dick coughing]
[Earl] We're fucking fucked...
Fucking close enough, dude.
Just fuck it.
[Zeke] Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Anonymity!
Fuckin' book it!
[Zeke] Shit.
[thuds]
[Dr. Richter] My man! My man!
Shit!
Hey! Hey!
Hey! Yo!
[Zeke] Go! Go! Go!
[train horn blaring]
[church bell tolling]
[Earl] Fuck.
[Zeke] Yeah.
[Earl] Now we're gonna
have to leave town now.
[Zeke] Shut the fuck up.
[Earl] You wanna go to jail?
- [bell continues tolling]
- [bird cawing]
[Zeke] Dick's gonna
be fine, man.
I'll call you tomorrow.
Fuck.
[car engine starts]
[shower running]
[sighs]
[alarm beeping]
[alarm stops]
[Lydia] You're not goin'
into the yard today, right?
Can you take
Cynthia to school?
All right.
Yeah, okay. Okay.
I'm on it.
[Cynthia] When I'm done
with breakfast,
can I play you
my piano, or no?
You gotta get to school, baby.
You can play it for me when
you get home, all right?
[Lydia] Hey,
I need some change.
You got like some
fives or anything?
Probably not.
[Lydia] Anything?
[Zeke] Uh...
Uh...
Here's one.
Good enough.
[Cynthia] Where's your
horse wallet I got you go?
Hmm? Uh, this is
a wallet I found.
[Cynthia] Where'd you find it?
At the bar.
Does it have any money in it?
Little detective,
I tell you what.
It's got a million dollars
in it.
- [Cynthia] Hmm.
- Eat your marshmallows.
You have to take it
to the police.
That's what
you're supposed to do.
Yes, baby, I will. Thank you.
[Cynthia] Can I come with you?
No.
[blows air]
[grunts in frustration]
Fuck!
- Where are you off to?
- Jesus Chr...
[sighs] You startled me.
[Lake] Where are you headed?
Just, going outta town
for a couple of days.
Broke your chair.
Yeah, sucks.
What're you takin'
all this stuff for
if it's just a couple of days?
Because it's an emergency.
- No shit.
- Yup.
What happened?
Not like
an emergency emergency,
but like, just like
a normal emergency.
Just like, you know what I'm
sayin', just like whatever.
Uh, I guess? [chuckles]
They letting you off
at the warehouse?
Nah, I'm going in today,
make a little paper,
then I'm gonna bounce.
I just, you know what
I'm sayin', I just, you know,
I'm gonna tell 'em
I have an emergency.
Because I have an emergency.
All right, weirdo.
I believe you.
Need me to feed your animals?
[Earl] Oh, shit,
I ain't think about that.
Yeah, that'd be tight.
Uh, yeah,
I'd hit you back for that.
[Lake] Mmm-hmm.
What'd you do?
What do you mean?
What'd I do?
Yeah, what'd you do that
you gotta skip town for?
Nothing, I mean,
it's just like some...
Just like some
family emergency shit.
Just like some normal ass
family drama stuff.
- Just some... Whatever.
- Uh-huh, family drama.
[Earl] Mmm-hmm, yeah.
[Lake] Mmm-hmm.
[snickers]
You're a weird dude,
Earl Wyeth.
Yup.
Be safe!
Okay.
[spits]
- [cat meows]
- [Zeke] Morning, buddy.
God... [gasping]
Oh... Yeah.
[stammering] You go
back up the stairs.
Stay right there...
[scatting]
Here we go.
[Lydia] Honey,
what are you doing?
See, I make the bed.
Cynthia's going to be late.
Uh, you know what?
I'll do it...
I'll do it when I get home
You're right.
How much sleep
did you get last night?
Not enough,
I'll tell you that.
- [blows raspberry]
- [laughs]
Gross.
Bye, baby.
[Zeke] Stay right here.
Be right back.
Phew, sorry,
there's a dead mouse.
[Cynthia] Ew.
Hey, hey, hey, let's...
Why don't we...
Sit in the front seat
this morning.
[Cynthia] The front seat
is dangerous for kids.
All right.
Wouldn't do anything reckless.
[indistinct police
radio chatter]
Morning, ma'am. I got a call
from Dr. Richter.
Whoo, boy. You're in
for an upsetting day,
I tell you what.
I'll buzz him.
Look, you know
I normally don't call y'all
about minor shit,
but this... I just...
[Spenser] This is a big deal.
I get it.
[Dr. Richter] This dude
suffered, Spense.
And I don't think this
could have happened to him
without the assistance of, uh,
- a second party.
- Well, what happened?
[Dr. Richter] Well, severe
peritonitis of the colon,
for starters.
We didn't even realize
he was dealing with that
till he started bleeding
all over the damn gurney.
[Spenser] Lord.
That's not even
what did him in.
Here's what did him in,
rectal hemorrhaging.
Rectal hemorrhaging.
I saved a dude one time,
couple towns over
off Highway 11.
Thought his wife
was going to leave him,
so he went in the kitchen
under the sink,
poured him up one of them
suicide margaritas.
Drank it down. They got him
to me just in time.
By the time I got him,
the Drano had eaten
half way though his throat.
But we saved him.
Saved his ass.
He's back with his wife.
They got two kids.
They're doing well.
He works at the garden center.
[Spenser] Over by
the Ruby Tuesday?
[Dr. Richter]
Yeah, that's the one.
The point is this,
you hemorrhaging here.
I can save you.
You hemorrhaging back here,
it's a whole another
ball game.
Where are you going with this?
[Dr. Richter] Here's
the weird thing, Spense.
Several cranial contusions
that aren't even consistent
with the rectal hemorrhaging.
What the hell is that?
Blunt force trauma.
Exactly, which leads me
to believe,
like due to the nature
of his injuries or...
I mean, I don't know.
I just think this guy was
a victim of a sexual assault.
We haven't even finished
the autopsy yet,
but we've already found
traces of semen.
In the colon.
Lord.
We've got some real perverts
on the loose.
- [door opens]
- [bell rings]
- [Cashier] Hi, there, Officer.
- Hey.
- How's it goin'?
- Pretty good.
[Dudley] I wanna get
some of them scratchers.
[Zeke] Oh, my God.
[flies buzzing]
Get a number eight
and two number sixes.
[Cashier]
Somebody's tryin' to win.
Oh, and a four.
Eh, you never know.
Um, excuse me? Police lady?
- [Dudley] Yeah?
- My dad found a wallet.
[bell rings]
- [Dudley] This your father?
- [Cynthia] Yup.
- Hey, there!
- Hi.
Uh, daughter tells me
you found a missing wallet.
Oh, it's not missing anymore!
[laughs]
- [Dudley] Yeah.
- [Cynthia] Ow.
I thought I should take it to
the police, uh, here you are!
[chuckles] Yeah.
Thank you, Cynthia!
I got it right here.
- [door opens]
- [bell rings]
Hey, Duds,
everything all right in here?
Yup, just got a, uh,
missing wallet.
Okay. I'm gonna
get some cupcakes.
Oh. Awesome.
Well, take it easy.
Bye.
You're welcome.
[bell rings]
You're not going to get fired
for an emergency, dude!
[Earl on phone] Dude, I can't
tell 'em it's an emergency.
We told 'em that last month
when we saw Papa Roach.
Rick's still pissed
about that shit apparently.
Oh, also, you seen his
new fuckin' glasses there
made out of wood or some shit.
Looks like what's his face
Dana Carvey in Master of
Disguise when he's tryin'
- to get that turtle bar.
- Look, Earl,
the "S" has hit the fan, okay?
- What?
- The "S."
The "S."
I don't know
what you're spelling, dude.
The fuckin' "S," man!
What?
Just come over ASAP.
All right, baby...
- [Earl] Me?
- Sweetheart.
Did you just call me
sweetheart?
Awesome.
What's the emergency?
Why did you say ASAP?
[rock song playing
on car stereo]
[indistinct chatter]
[clicks tongue]
How're you doing?
Question is,
is how you're doin'?
Oh, I'm doin' just fine.
Hmm. Honeymoon period.
[laughs] Guess so.
Uh, Ted Bolton's
on his honeymoon.
The real kind.
The wedding kind.
Ted? I thought
his name was Ed.
Oh, Ted is short for Edward.
Oh, thought it was
short for Theodore.
Listen, Duds, whatever
the hell his name is,
I'm gonna need some
assistance with this
homicide bullshit
till Bolton gets back.
Are you serious?
- Mmm-hmm.
- Thank...
Thank you, ma'am.
I'm not askin' you
to crack a case now.
I'm just askin' you to type up
some shit and keep a file.
Well, irregardless, I...
I appreciate it, ma'am.
I won't let you down.
I just gotta drop
off this, uh...
Where in the world...
Ugh.
Wowee. Thought I'd lost it.
- Mmm-hmm, that'd be no good.
- Yeah.
No license.
Oh, there's a credit card.
Richard Long.
And I'll get right with you
on all that
homicide craziness.
Great.
[toy honking]
I'm looking forward to your
piano recital Saturday.
You gettin' good?
Will you play for me later?
If you want.
I do indeed.
[Cynthia chuckles]
Where's Haley?
- Did you leave her at school?
- I don't know.
We'll find her.
We'll find her.
[doorbell ringing]
Oh, that's Earl.
Be right back.
Don't drown.
[doorbell continues ringing]
- Yo, I got fired.
- [Zeke] What?
Psych! I ain't fuckin' fired.
What's going on?
Fuckin' gullible.
- Oh, hell no.
- [Zeke] Yeah.
There's Dick blood
all over my fuckin' backseat!
Why didn't you cover it up?
I tried to, dude.
It's fuckin' bled
right through.
[Earl] No shit.
That romper is fucked up.
Put it on Deluxe.
I haven't got Deluxe.
Okay, what've you got?
Light soil, medium soil,
and heavy soil.
Put that shit on heavy soil.
Duh... I've already
got it on heavy soil.
Great, solved.
[inhaling]
Guess we got kinda little
carried away last night.
[Zeke] Yeah.
You heard from Dick at all?
Mmm-mmm. You neither?
[Earl] Uh-uh
I handed his wallet
off to a cop.
Yeah, right,
that would be stupid.
You serious?
Why would you do that?
'Cause she asked me
for it, man.
Where'd you even see
a fuckin' cop?
At the gas station,
when I called you!
When the shit hit the fan!
That's what
you were talking about.
All right, great.
I'm gonna need you to take
Cyn to school, dude.
I'm gonna take... Why would
I take Cyn to school?
[taps car]
Yeah, okay. I'll take her.
[Zeke] I'm gonna try and get
this shit wiped down
while you're out.
See, dude, this is exactly why
I said we should leave town.
Everything's gonna be fine.
If we just get the car clean,
we're gonna be fine.
[phone ringing]
It's Lydia.
I don't know,
fuckin' answer it.
Hey, Lyds.
[Lydia on phone] Did Cynthia
get to school all right?
Yeah, we got to school okay.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. What's up?
Did you hear
about the murders?
[whispers] What'd she say?
[washing machine whirring]
Huh?
[Lydia] Somebody got
murdered last night.
Where?
Beth came in this morning
and said that someone
dropped this guy off
in front of the ER
and he just died
right there.
He was like brutally, brutally
raped.
That's crazy. Uh...
Beth told you this?
Yeah. She... She's a nurse
at St. Germain's.
[Zeke] Okay... Okay.
Hey, will you, uh, pick me up
from work when they cut me?
No, I can't.
I gotta do all this shit.
Zeke, seriously,
I'm freaked out...
Baby, you get off at 3:00
in the afternoon.
You're going to be fine.
What kind of murderer
is gonna kidnap you
in the middle
of the afternoon, baby?
Fine.
[Earl] Murderer?
Who the fuck's a murderer?
[shouts]
We're the fucking murd...
I didn't get to play you
my piano.
You can play it for me
when you get home.
Oh, Christ, it's not like
I don't wanna hear it.
I'll be looking forward to it
all day.
Pacing and everything,
thinking about
how amazing you'll be.
But you gotta get ready
for school, so go get dressed.
[sighs]
[sighs]
[lights matchstick]
[shouts] Fuck!
[Cynthia] Earl,
did you break your chair?
[Earl] Yeah,
don't worry about it.
You can't smoke here.
It's vape. Got it.
All right, whatever.
Let's go.
[Mrs. Bennett]
Good morning, Cynthia.
[Earl] What's up? Zeke's dad,
uh, not Zeke,
Cynthia's dad is like,
his car's all janky right now,
so like, I'm just like
signing in for her.
Or I don't know, official
whatever, okay, tight.
Thought that was you,
Earl Wyeth.
What's up, Jane?
Hello, Mrs. Long.
How are you
this morning, Cynthia?
[Cynthia] I'm okay.
It was a crazy morning.
Oh, I hope everything's okay.
It's chill. It's like
Zeke's car is just
acting up a little bit,
so it's like...
You know what I'm sayin'?
[stammers] It's not...
It's not crazy. [scoffs]
You're all set, sweetie!
Bye, Mrs. Bennett,
bye, Mrs. Long, bye, Earl.
Bye, Cyn, have a good day.
Earl.
Earl,
can I talk to you for just
a second about some things?
Uh, I mean I would typically,
but like, I gotta...
I gotta roll,
you know what I'm sayin, like?
[sighs]
I guess we can talk
for a second.
[Jane] Thank you very much.
Let's go outside.
Oh, this is your... Flower.
[Jane] Now, I don't mean to
put you in a funny position.
I ain't... No, I ain't...
I'm not in a funny position.
It's cool.
All right. [exhales]
You were with Dick
last night. Yeah?
Yeah. I mean, for like...
I mean, not really.
I mean, yeah, but like,
just for like... For a little while.
Like I left early, so...
I mean, I don't know what...
I mean, like why?
I didn't see him this morning.
He didn't come home.
I mean, like, I don't know.
Like basically,
he said he had
like a meeting.
Like an early meeting.
A meeting?
Since when does Dick
have meetings?
I don't know.
Whatever,
all right, you got me.
You hiding something from me?
I'm not hiding anything.
What would I hide?
Is he fooling around on me?
Pfft. No.
No, ma'am.
You better not be lying to me.
I'm not lying.
If he was fooling around
on you, you'd know it.
I feel like he is.
He's always sneaking around
and coming home way too late
for just band practice.
What's it y'all even do?
[Earl] This some, like...
This is like some
personal shit
you guys got to talk about
with each other.
Know what I'm saying?
[Jane] Yeah.
Fair enough.
You see my husband,
you'd better warn him
before he comes home.
Okay. I'll do that.
Have a nice day, Jane. Cool.
[Jane] All right.
[scrubbing]
[Earl] Oh, shit.
[Zeke] Grab a rag, dude.
[Earl] I ran into Jane.
- And?
- She's looking for Dick.
Not like dick, but you know...
What'd you say to her, man?
I don't know.
What I could tell her.
I told her I hadn't seen him.
[Zeke] Oh, fuck, man! Fuck!
[Earl] Don't get excited, man.
Just let us clean the car.
Ain't sayin' we're implicated
in nothin'.
Just clean the car
and we'll be straight.
[Zeke] All right.
[Earl] What'd they do
in Pulp Fiction?
- [Zeke] Call Anthony Kiedis.
- [Earl] Ah, you're thinkin' of Harvey Keitel.
Anthony Kiedis is the dude
from Red Hot Chili Peppers.
[Zeke] Will you shut the fuck up?
I'm really fucking stressed out now.
- [Earl] I was telling you who Anthony Kiedis...
- [Zeke] Rub the seat, dude.
[Earl] This shit is nasty.
[scrubbing continues]
What's this?
That's Haley. He's Cynthia's.
You can leave it.
[clicks tongue]
Know what, dude?
Even if we got this
totally cleaned out,
they still got ways
to test for DNA.
Fuck, fuck.
What are we gonna do?
I mean, we could just
tell 'em it was stolen.
[Dudley] Yes, ma'am.
Thank you.
Huh...
Odd.
DNA results
came back negative.
[Spenser] There's no DNA?
Inconclusive!
I mean, inconclusive.
How could DNA be inconclusive?
Um...
- I don't know.
- [sighs]
Anything on those assholes
that dropped off Mr. Doe yet?
[Dudley] No, ma'am. Not yet.
[clicks tongue]
I spoke
with the missus earlier.
Said she's gonna make me
a quiche for when I get home.
She's super excited
I'm on this case. So...
[clears throat] Anything on
John Doe himself?
Any missing person's report?
Do we have anything?
I mean, I can keep digging,
but seems like the best we can
hope for right now is, uh,
something just falls
into our laps.
Hmm.
Hmm.
- Okay.
- Okay.
[Zeke] Push.
[Earl] Well, dang.
That sucks.
I guess we should have
checked the depth first.
Are you gonna help me,
or are you gonna go to jail?
[grunts]
Fuck!
Fuck!
Hold up.
Let me put my shit down.
Try not to get my phone wet.
[Zeke coughs]
- Yo, give me your hand.
- Just reach forward.
- Can you reach?
- Fuck, dude.
Do that shit on purpose?
Tryin' to help you...
Why are you being a dick hole?
Ow! [screams] Fuck!
Stop it, dude.
I'm fuckin' bleeding.
[scoffs] Yeah.
That's what's up.
Sorry.
[spits]
Fuck, dude. I think you
made me chip my tooth.
No. Seriously?
Not sure?
Right here.
In the front?
Naw, that's a bridge.
A little...
It's a little rough.
- Yeah. Right?
- Yeah.
- [clatters]
- [dogs barking]
[muffled rock music playing]
[urinating]
[music stops]
[Earl] Yo...
How's Comet?
I dunno, I got to get back
over to the house.
[door opens]
Oh, God... Jesus Christ!
Sorry, I thought
you'd be gone by now, Earl.
[Earl] No, it's cool.
Gone?
[Lake] Yeah. Hey, Zeke.
Sorry to have startled, y'all.
Just comin' in
to feed the animals.
Where you goin'?
Nowhere. Just whatever.
[Lake] Wait,
are you staying now?
I already helped you out.
So, like...
I gotta go, dude.
All right.
Well...
Thanks for your help, buddy.
Are y'all breakin' up
or somethin'?
[Zeke] Naw, I just...
I gotta...
Wife's waiting on me.
And I gotta walk.
Lemme get them short...
Fuck it.
I'll get those shorts later.
What, did y'all knock over
a bank? [chuckles]
I want some money!
- You want a beer or somethin'?
- All right, yeah.
[door opens]
Where've you been?
[Zeke] Up at Earl's.
Dick left his
driver's license.
[Zeke] Oh.
You know, I just can't believe
what happened last night.
[stammers]
You think you live
in a safe place,
but it's just everywhere,
you know?
There's this dark,
fucked-up-ness everywhere.
You think you can
get away from, but...
Lyds?
No, I'm sorry, I won't go
on and on about it.
It's just...
- It's just unsettling is all.
- Yeah, I know.
I just gotta...
I gotta tell you something.
Okay.
I think, um...
[stammers] Did, uh... Did...
What's the problem, Zeke?
- You're so fucking hot.
- [laughs]
Thank you.
Car got stolen.
[chuckles] What?
Yeah, the car got stolen
last night.
- Are you serious?
- Yeah.
What did you take Cynthia
to school in this morning?
Earl drove her.
- So...
- What? Who stole it?
I don't...
- Holy shit.
- Yeah
The car got stolen?
Why are... [stammers]
Why didn't you tell me?
Well, I just did.
I didn't want to scare you,
you know.
Did you...
Did you call the police?
No. Not yet. I'm...
- Yeah.
- Not yet?
Zeke, you've been home
all day!
- What have you been doing?
- Yeah. I've been.
Hasn't been that long
probably.
No, it's fine.
[stammers] I'll call 'em.
Oh, Lyds. Calm down.
Come on. Lydia.
L-L-L-L-Lydia.
Have you gone crazy?
Well, maybe it's just gonna
show back up, you know.
- Holy shit.
- We'll just deal with it here.
- What?
- Zeke, this is...
This has something to do
with the... The murders.
Oh, baby, don't worry
about that.
Don't worry about that,
come on.
I thought I heard it
driving away last night.
- Yeah, that might've been...
- I heard it being stolen
- and I didn't do a damn thing!
- No, baby, don't do that.
- You...
- Good God!
...left me here alone
last night
to get robbed by rapists
and murderers!
- Where the hell were you?
- I'm sorry, baby.
I didn't know somebody was
gonna come steal the car.
I'm calling the cops.
Why? What if we just
wait a little while?
Zeke!
I could have been raped
and murdered last night,
your daughter could have been.
And you didn't call
the fucking police
for Christ's sakes!
What's wrong with you?
Do you even care?
I do care. I care.
I care a ton.
Then why haven't you
called the police?
I don't know.
[knocking on door]
Sorry to interrupt, ma'am,
but guess what.
[Spenser] What?
Oh, um, got something
that could be helpful
for y'all's rape
and murder deal.
A Mrs. Lydia Olsen, uh, came
and reported a stolen car.
[Dudley] And guess
where she lives.
Where?
Uh, she lives on Highway 16.
Hmm.
That's by St. Germain.
Well, you oughta
come out with me, Dudley,
since you're gettin' a quiche
for bein' on the case.
[laughing]
[TV playing indistinctly]
[doorbell rings]
[Lydia] Zeke,
that's the police.
Police?
There's nothing
to worry about, baby.
You just watch your program.
Okay?
[Dudley] Well, hey, there!
[Zeke] Huh?
- We meet again.
- Mr. Olsen?
No. Yes... Yes.
- Come on in, Officers.
- [Dudley] Oh.
My wife is in the kitchen.
She called you.
[Dudley] This is a funny
little coincidence?
Hilarious.
[Cynthia] Is this about
the wallet?
No, ma'am.
It's about your car.
[Zeke] Right this way.
Told you, baby, there's
nothing to worry about,
all right?
Just watch your program.
Skoochie.
Is there anything
we can get y'all?
Some black coffee'd be nice.
[Zeke] Sure. Mmm-hmm.
[Spenser] Okay. So let's, uh,
start at the beginning.
It was stolen last night?
[Lydia] Yes, ma'am.
And you were both here?
Uh, no, ma'am. Just me.
[Zeke] Just my wife Lydia.
All right.
What happened?
Uh, well,
Zeke was off at the bar.
And my daughter Cynthia,
and I were here.
I'd... I'd put her down
and gone to bed myself.
And, Zeke was...
Wait at... When did you
get home last night?
Uh. I don't know,
4:00 or 5:00 or something.
Which bar is open that late?
Not tryin' to get
anybody in trouble.
Nobody is in trouble yet.
Except the folks
that stole your car.
And the murderer.
Uh... [clears throat]
So, uh, ma'am.
Exactly what did you hear?
Uh, well, I heard it
peeling off last night,
like really fast.
Like peeling out.
Um, and I figured it was Zeke
going off to do some donuts.
Naw.
So, you figure
those were the...
Those were,
those were the thieves.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
Any idea why
they took that car?
[sighs] It's the good one.
So you do have another car.
Yes, ma'am, It's the one
I took to work this morning.
And the one you had
at the gas station?
Yeah.
What?
Yeah. I had...
I had it this morning.
[Spenser] Excuse me?
I mean, Earl's car.
I had...
I had my friend Earl's car
this morning.
I'm sorry,
I just need a little coffee.
[clears throat]
- [Lydia] What are you doing?
- Hot. Hot, hot, hot
I'm sorry. I'm okay. But...
You know what I realized?
I need to cancel
band practice.
[Lydia] But this is
an odd time to do that.
[Zeke] I know, baby,
but I don't want
everyone showing up
when we're trying to talk
to the cops...
Police officers.
Police officers.
Well, tell Dick
he left his driver's license.
[Zeke] Right!
[door closes]
[Lydia] I'm sorry. He can be
such a spaz sometimes.
- [laughing]
- I'd get fired for that.
So stupid.
It's a shame you're leavin'
town, Earl Wyeth.
Uh, yeah.
[cell phone ringing]
Oh, fuck.
I got to get this one.
- Family stuff?
- Uh, yup.
Wassup? What?
Holy fucking shit, dude.
The cops are here.
Are you serious?
Yeah. I'm panicking, dude.
What do they want?
Lydia called the cops
after I gave her that
stolen car bit.
[clicks tongue and sighs]
Yeah. I guess we didn't
totally think
that one through.
Yeah, I think they think
my car going missing
has something to do
with the murders.
Hold up, murders?
Like plural?
You know what I mean, dude.
I don't know what to do.
I feel like I should
just come clean.
Fuck that noise, dude!
Hell, no.
Just look... Just stick
to your guns, dude.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Look, just chill out, dog.
It's all good.
Just like,
stick to your story, dude.
They see right through me,
dude.
I'm a horrible bluffer.
No way, dude, you're like,
an awesome bluffer.
Like, do you wanna go to jail?
You know what I'm sayin'.
Look, just bluff until
your asshole blows out.
- Okay.
- Look, it's all on you.
Just don't fuck it up.
[phone beeps]
[grunts softly]
[breathing heavily]
Oh, fuck.
What the fuck?
What the fuck?
Oh, shit. [sobbing]
[Spenser] We're really not at
liberty to discuss any ongoing
- criminal investigations.
- Oh, no. I understand it's...
[Spenser] But I wouldn't worry.
Nobody is gonna bother your
family anymore probably.
[Mailer on police radio]
Sheriff Spenser,
- got something for you.
- [feedback whines]
[Spenser] What?
- [Dudley] Should I?
- Yeah, shut yours off.
What?
Dr. Richter at St. Germain
would like to speak to y'all
down there ASAP.
Okay. Thanks, Mailer.
Well, we gotta
cut this short.
[Lydia] Okay.
So, Mr. Olsen,
uh, I think
we're all set here now.
Oh, we've gotta run.
Oh, no! I missed all the fun.
I'm sorry.
So, how do things look
for y'all finding my car?
Well, if we find it,
we'll call you.
[chuckles] All right.
Take care.
[slurps]
Thank... Thank you
for coming out.
[Spenser] Mmm-hmm.
[indistinct chatter]
[door opens]
Oh, thanks.
Everything all right?
[train horn blares
in distance]
Uh, yeah, everything's cool.
[Lake] Okay.
[Lydia] What's wrong with you?
I'm sorry.
I just got nervous.
What do you have
to be nervous about?
Our car got stolen, remember?
And I don't appreciate you
making me look like an asshole
in front of those cops.
Oh, you did that yourself
there, buddy.
- You didn't help.
- [clattering]
Zeke, just shut up.
Okay? I'm trying to make
dinner right now,
so either help me or go play
guitar or something.
[refrigerator door opens]
[can pops open]
Mama, why did the police come?
[Lydia] Come here, sweetheart.
You know how we talked about
there being grown-ups
like that boy who bites you
at recess?
Justin Becker.
Yes. Well, some people
like Justin Becker
just up and stole
your Daddy's car.
- Oh, no!
- Mmm-hmm.
[Cynthia] Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.
[Cynthia] Are we gonna
get it back?
[sighs] I don't know.
When was it stolen?
Last night.
- Nuh-uh.
- Yuh-huh!
[Cynthia] No. You drove me
in it this morning.
No, baby girl.
That was Earl's car.
Nuh-uh. Before that.
At the gas station.
Yeah. This morning.
Before we came
and took a bath.
What's she talking about,
Zeke?
She's confused.
Maybe it's not stolen!
Sweetheart, did Daddy take you
to school this morning?
[Cynthia] No. Earl Wyeth did.
See, there you go.
[Cynthia] Daddy drove me to
the gas station in his car.
The rusty one.
Sweetheart, dinner'll be ready
in a bit.
Why don't you go run and play
with your Playmobils.
Did I get Daddy in trouble?
- No, honey.
- Yes, you did get Daddy in
- trouble, thank you, baby.
- You shut up.
Run off, Cynthia.
What the hell
was she talking about, Zeke?
She's confused.
No, she ain't confused.
You're lying.
No, I can see it
on your face, liar.
What's going on?
Hey, what happened last night?
Shut the refrigerator door.
You're makin'
all our food rotten.
[door closes]
[Spenser]
DNA results come back?
[Dr. Richter] Yeah,
- afraid they did.
- Negative?
I'm sorry, what?
I mean... I mean inconclusive.
They came back inconclusive?
Yes, initially.
Since then, we've been able to
nail down something
a little more conclusive.
If that's what
you want to call it.
Lydia, there are some things
that you shouldn't know.
Try me.
It's none of your business.
Dick...
Dick Long is dead.
What?
He died last night.
Well, shoot.
All right, the semen,
the sperm.
It's... It's not
from a human being.
I'm sorry?
I'm sorry, too, Spence,
but it's not human.
What hap... How did he die?
He fell on a table saw.
What were you sawing
in the middle of the night?
Jesus, Zeke.
Tell me the truth!
I'm gonna...
I don't know.
How did he die?
He got shot.
By a hunter.
Alcohol poisoning. Fuck!
Zeke.
It was a slip and fall!
Lydia, you don't want to know.
Now.
Are you talking
about the semen?
Yes, ma'am.
[Spenser] Where in the hell
did it come from then?
It's from a horse.
As in... An equine.
It was fucking Comet.
[Lydia] The truth!
That is the truth!
[stammering] What was
he doing riding Comet?
No...
Comet fucked him to death.
Huh?
Are you joking?
I don't... I don't understand.
You can't be serious.
I don't know what to say.
This happened...
- Last night?
- Mmm-hmm.
- After band practice.
- Mmm-hmm.
What... What did you...
What did you do?
Did you just...
Were you there?
No.
You can't be serious.
This is... [exclaims softly]
Uh... Did you...
- Partake?
- Lydia...
No... No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no.
Oh, my God.
Oh, all of those
"band practices."
What the fuck? Zeke,
do you even have a band?
Please. Pink Freud.
You know I have a band.
So, for the past eight years,
you've been... [sniffling]
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
[gasping]
[grunts]
Oh, my God.
I'm sorry, I don't know
what to say.
Just stop. Stop.
Stop touching me!
Oh, my God.
I'm sorry, Lydia, you know me.
No, I don't.
You fuckin' pervert
and a fucking weedhead!
It's gotta be something to do
with the weed,
you fucking stoner!
You don't even know what
you're doing half your life!
Lydia. It's not anything
to do... I just...
I'm just who I am,
who I say I am...
Fucking bestiality!
- ...who I told you I am.
- Are you kidding me?
Baby, please, come on.
Just... Just get out.
Zeke, just... Just leave.
Baby, listen.
Get the fuck out of my house!
Don't you talk to her.
- [Zeke] Lydia.
- I'm calling the cops!
No, don't do that.
Lydia, don't do that.
Lydia.
I don't know what to say!
Lydia, please!
- You stay away from us.
- Baby, we didn't hurt Dick.
Please.
[Zeke] Lydia, don't make me
break this door down.
Get away from us,
you cocksucker.
[glass shatters]
- Fucking fuck! Fuck me.
- [clattering]
Fuck!
Are you all right?
Oh.
Ezekiel...
- Zeke...
- [Zeke] Fuck.
Zeke...
- Hey, stop!
- [Zeke] Fuck you!
I'm sorry.
I... [stammers]
I just...
I wish there was
something I could say.
Is this real life?
[indistinct police
radio chatter]
So...
[Spenser] Hmm.
How's that?
[Zeke] That's fine.
Ow.
Ow.
I just, I can't...
Zeke, I just... I can't...
You want me to go?
Yes.
Yes, I do.
I understand.
Uh...
I appreciate you givin' me
a little first aid.
You're welcome.
You want
I should pack up some...
Just leave.
You can get your stuff
some other time.
You just leave right now.
I'm just gonna say
goodbye to Cyn.
That's fine.
Fine.
I love you.
[Lydia] Zeke.
I think I deserve
to know what...
- What?
- [stammering]
I don't know what to say.
Yes, you do.
You're just a coward.
[Zeke] We never done
anything like that before.
Not what...
Not what Dick did last night.
I mean, not in particular.
Not specifically.
I mean, we'd gone down there
and done stuff before, but...
Look, I don't think there's
anything I could say
that'd make it okay
or make you understand it,
'cause I don't
understand it myself.
Me and Earl
have been doin' that stuff
with, uh, Comet
since long before
I even met you, so...
Didn't have anything
to do with you.
But I love you.
I'm pathetic.
I'm sorry.
I don't know.
Guess when you're lonely,
it doesn't always go away
when you get married.
[lydia sniffles]
[door opens, closes]
Okay.
[man on TV] ...because we
have a lot of ground to cover.
Do you want to cover it
in the hot tub?
[man 1] The connection is
definitively there with Tonya.
[woman 1] I don't even know
how to describe it.
- It was just really intense.
- [grunts]
[woman 2] I was really,
really down at heart
to watch them
in the hot tub earlier.
[woman 3] Okay, like,
the hot tub is for everybody.
Will you pause this crap
for a second?
[man 2] Todd,
control your girl, because...
[TV mutes]
I'm gonna have to leave
for a little while.
Why?
Well...
Because of why Mom
was yelling at you?
Yeah.
She's upset about the car.
Why?
Cars are expensive, baby.
But it's not your fault.
I know. I know.
What's a cocksucker?
Don't you worry about
anything now, okay?
'Cause I'm just going
to be over at Earl's.
- But what's a cocksucker?
- It's nothing.
I just need you to
listen to me for a second.
But what is it?
It's an insult.
Momma was very upset
with me, okay?
But what does it mean?
It means I suck
on penises, okay?
But I don't, so...
I gotta take off, all right?
Might not see you for a while.
I'm not sure
what's gonna happen.
What about my piano recital?
Oh, I'll be there for that.
Definitely!
Definitely be there for that.
Hey, babe,
I need you to know that
I love you very much, okay?
I love you and your momma
very much.
Okay.
Mmm.
You can un-mute your program
or whatever.
[TV continues playing]
[woman 3 on tv] Can you
please just calm down?
[woman 1] Later guys.
[woman 2] I have to say I feel like
Tonya and Cory are a perfect match
because the're just like
going on faith.
[woman 3] I am being real...
[woman 1] You are not
being real with me. Yo.
[woman 3] I was trying... No, no, no...
Let me finish, all right?
You never [bleep] listen.
[woman 1] I'm trying to talk
here... I do not...
Right.
Oh, when I die
Take my saddle from the wall
Put it on my pony,
Lead him out of the stall
Throw my bones to his back
Turn our faces to the west
We'll ride the lone prairie
That we love the best
[waitress] How ya' doin', Zeke?
- Hey.
- Mmm. Bad night?
Yeah, real bad. Yeah.
Is everything
goin' to be all right?
Pretty sure no.
All right,
what are you havin'?
Uh... Do a couple Dos Equis.
Yes. Four Equis.
Uh, make it six.
All right. BRB.
[music stops]
How's that?
[upbeat music playing
on speakers]
- Hey.
- Hey.
See that band?
Like those costumes.
[scoffs] Got fuckin'
flee market Jesus on bass.
- Still around?
- [clicks tongue]
What happened with the cops?
Dude!
What? Okay, what...
What happened?
Don't worry, dude.
They don't know shit.
All right, here we go.
Earl, you want anything?
Naw, I'm cool.
Actually, hold up. Um, yeah.
Actually, I'll take...
[sniffs]
Let me get some,
like, onion rings
with some honey mustard sauce.
- Okay.
- Oh, well, hold up.
And, uh, let me get a...
Let me get a beer
or something, too.
- Is that all?
- That's all.
What'd you do to your hand?
Punched a pane of glass.
I keep thinking Dick's gonna
come back and kill us
like in I Know What You Did
Last Summer.
Look, dude.
You're into some seriously
fucked up shit, okay?
You need to
really look inside yourself
and come to terms with that.
[clicks tongue]
I mean, I have.
Just do it.
Yeah, I know.
[waitress] All right.
There you go.
[clears throat] Excuse me, uh,
I asked for honey mustard.
Well, that's... [stammers]
- It's not.
- No, this is like honey Dijon.
It's got, like,
a spiciness to it.
AKA tastes fuckin' nasty.
Would it be possible
to trade this just for, like,
the bright yellow normal stuff
they put on salads?
'Cause that's all
I'm asking for.
[waitress] Yes.
Tight.
You're an asshole.
I'm not an asshole, man.
I just know what I like.
[people cheering]
Glad they found each other.
Let me ask you something
on behalf
of my buddy there, Ted. Uh...
What is your full name?
It's Theodore.
Huh? Hey! Hear that, Duds?
[grunts]
Another officer's named Edward
and he goes by Ted, too.
I guess it's pretty rare.
Mmm. Bob's another one.
Bob not so bad.
But Dick, that's a weird one.
How do you get "Dick"
outta "Richard"?
[Spenser] You'll have to ask
his wife.
[Spenser laughs]
Wait, what?
He says, "How do you get
'Dick' outta 'Richard'?"
And I go, "You'll have to
ask his wife!"
Yeah, no. I know, but...
"Dick" is short for "Richard"?
Oh, yeah.
You didn't know that, Duds?
Wait.
Did Zeke Olson give me
his friend's wallet?
[Spenser] Huh?
Okay, his wife said Dick left
his driver's license.
The wallet belonged
to Richard Long,
and it didn't have
a driver's license.
Why would he do that?
[scoffs] I don't know.
- It's good?
- Mmm.
[Zeke] Did you break
your chair?
[Earl] Yeah, it sucks.
Yo, I should fuckin' legit
bounce tonight.
Hey, yo, the places in
Shelby County should be cheap.
Take me home.
I ain't takin' you home.
Take me the fuck home.
Are you serious, dude?
I ain't takin' you home.
I'm not taking you home.
All right.
[car door closes]
I'll, uh...
Talk to you soon.
[engine starts]
[knocking on door]
[Dudley] Still nothing
with the Longs.
Called twice earlier
just about the wallet
to no availability.
"No avail."
I'll head over to the Longs.
You head over to the Olsons.
Come in here first, though.
Sit, I mean.
All right.
I told you that you didn't
have to crack the case.
Yeah, I just...
You might could use this.
If the missing car
at the Olsons'
and Ezekiel Olson's behavior
are any way related
to our John Doe,
you'd better brace yourself.
Pineapple juice?
No, thanks.
Yeah, okay.
[sighs] Go.
'Least you'll have a quiche
waiting for you.
[gulps]
Hey, there, buddy.
- Hey, there.
- [horse chuffs softly]
Come on.
Good boy.
There you go.
...boy.
Good boy, you want a brushing?
You want a brushing? Hmm?
Let's get you a brushing.
[doorbell ringing]
Holy moly.
There's no one here.
[Mailer over radio] No one?
Nah. Anything from Dudley?
There you go.
That's a good boy.
Sorry. I saw a light on.
No. That's all right.
I was just...
There's no
band practice tonight?
[Zeke] No.
No, we had... We canceled it.
You couldn't get in touch
with Dick?
Yeah.
[sighs] I haven't heard
from him all day.
Well, you want to come in?
Come on, come on in.
I'm worried.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah, I feel bad.
What? Why?
I was too lazy
to make dinner last night.
[opens can]
I don't know why. I just,
like, didn't feel like it.
Too tired from school I think
or something. So...
Dick had to go out
and get Arby's.
I could have made meatloaf
or something.
There's no way
you could have known.
Known what?
[opens can]
[mumbling] I dunno...
[exhales deeply]
Is Dick cheating on me?
No.
Then where is he?
I don't know.
God, Zeke,
I'm sorry I don't know
what I'm doing here.
I thought that you all
be having band practice.
That's all right.
That's all right.
It's okay.
Oh, yeah. I should get going.
I should be home just in case.
Yeah. Go home.
Get you some sleep. Rest up.
I'll walk ya to your car.
[Jane] What happened
to your hand?
[Zeke] Aw, nothing.
I got bit by a dog.
A dog? Sammy?
Yeah. No. Just a dog.
Holy crap.
What's going on?
I'm not sure.
Wait here for a second.
Mr. Olson, I didn't know
you were home.
Neither did I.
I was at the barn.
The Mrs. and I had a little
disagreement after y'all left.
I've been out there,
everything okay?
Yeah, everything's fine.
I just...
I had a few more questions
for you about your car.
I hope it's not too late.
No, it's fine. No, it's...
Hi.
Hello, there.
I seem to have stumbled
into a bit of a...
[Zeke] No, it's nothing.
It's...
[Jane] Oh, I'm a friend.
I was leaving.
Just... Everything okay?
Well, Olson's car
was stolen last night.
Oh, God.
[door closes]
- You wanna come inside?
- Thank you.
[Jane] Car was stolen?
[Lydia] Yeah,
can you believe it?
[Jane] Horrible. My God.
May I?
[stammers]
By all means, please.
[Jane] Don't know
what's this town is coming to.
Murder and grand theft car?
We're doing the best
we can, ma'am.
- It's Jane.
- [Zeke clears throat]
So ya'all found
my car yet, ma'am?
No. Not yet.
Uh, we just left so abruptly,
I thought
I might should come by
and get some more down
'fore the night's out.
All right, sounds good to me.
Y'all want... Y'all want
something to drink?
Oh, I'm fine, thank you.
Got a PBR.
[Lydia clearing throat]
[Zeke] What, uh...
What can I do you for?
I've just got
a few more questions.
[Jane] Which car
was stolen, Lydia?
[Lydia] It...
The station wagon.
[Zeke] Yeah, last night.
Right out the...
Right out the basement.
[Dudley] Mrs. Olson,
if you could have a seat, too,
we can get this over with
real quick.
[whispers] I'm sorry.
She's put out with me.
Be right back.
[indistinct radio chatter]
Lyds, what are you doing?
What the hell
is Jane doing here?
She's lookin' for Dick.
Goddammit, Zeke! I can't...
- Keep a tight...
- Don't touch me!
I need you to keep your calm,
all right?
You need me to lie
to one of my best friends.
[whispers] Need to make you...
I need you.
[laughs]
Okay, great. Thanks.
I should just go.
This is none of my business.
You can go.
I don't have any questions
I need to ask you,
I don't think.
Do you have?
No. Uh... I was just here
looking for my husband.
'Cause he's in a band
with Zeke.
Oh, yeah?
Oh, what kinda music
do they play?
Mostly classic rock.
Oh, that's cool.
Can we come up
with a fuckin' plan?
Why did you come back?
I didn't have
anywhere else to go.
A fucking motel or something,
for Chrissakes!
Zeke, you're dragging
this back into your family.
This is too much.
Why didn't you just go
to Earl's or something?
Earl's gone.
Was he...
[groans softly]
You have a serious problem.
- I know.
- No, you don't.
You wouldn't know
what the truth was
if it slapped you in the face.
[groans softly]
Fuck you.
They're called Pink Freud.
- That's awesome.
- [clears throat] She's coming.
Uh, Jane here's just
telling me about y'all's band.
Y'all want anything to drink?
I'm fine, thank you.
Right. [grunts]
- [door opens]
- [gasps softly]
Oh, sweetheart, just...
Go back to bed.
It's okay.
[door closes]
Fuck.
[clears throat, sniffling]
If we can get this show
on the road that'd be great.
It's been a long day.
I understand.
Sorry, I should get going.
[Lydia] No, no, no, it's fine.
Um, have some coffee
before you leave.
Oh, it's all right, Lydia,
don't worry about it.
No, it's fine. Just sit!
[Dudley] I only have
a few questions for you.
[Zeke] Shoot.
Uh, first off,
we're gonna have to get
the registration number
and everything from you.
All right.
Oh, thank you.
Take it, ma'am.
- Oh, no, thank you, ma'am.
- Oh.
I'll take it.
Are you okay, hon?
No, I'm fine. Just... Y'know.
[Dudley] Well, I guess my main
question, Mr. and Mrs. Olson,
is why did you wait
until tonight
to report the car as stolen?
[indistinct radio chatter]
I guess
I didn't really notice it.
You didn't notice that
your car had been stolen?
It's not really... Doesn't...
Not really a good car.
Okay, I'm sorry,
but earlier you said
you thought the thieves
took that car
because it was the good one.
[Zeke] Well...
It's a station wagon.
And he says
he doesn't like to drive it
because it makes him look gay.
Yeah, a total gaylord car.
Uh-huh.
So, when exactly when did you
notice that it was missing?
[Zeke] When Lydia got home,
she noticed it.
[Dudley] Is that right,
Mrs. Olson?
6:00.
[Dudley] And, uh, Mr. Olson,
was that before
or after you borrowed
your friend's car?
That would be before.
Oh, all right.
Um, and what's your
friend's name again?
Earl.
- Wyeth. Earl Wyeth.
- Uh-huh.
Does he live around here?
No.
He's just through the woods.
Meth Mountain trailer park.
Don't call it that.
It's three miles in.
But he just skipped town.
I'm just... Jane, you want
some coffee or something?
I mean, more.
Do you want more coffee?
I'm fine,
I hardly drank any of it.
[Dudley] I could really use
some straight answers
from you, Mr. Olson.
Huh? I'm sorry, go on.
Go right ahead.
[Lydia] Zeke,
did you give Jane, um...
[Dudley] About the wallet
you gave me.
What?
[Dudley] Where'd you
find it exactly?
Lydia, did you, um...
[Zeke] I don't really
remember... The bar?
And do you know
who it belonged to?
Richard Long?
Excuse me?
I'm sorry?
Did you just say he gave you
my husband's wallet?
Wait, what?
Well, Richard Long
is my husband.
Pink Freud.
Y'all called about his wallet?
You're Mrs. Long?
[Jane] Yeah.
Zeke, why didn't you
just call us?
[Dudley] Mr. Olson, I... What?
[mumbling]
Left... He left
his wallet here last night.
[Dudley] Why didn't you just
give it back to him tonight
at practice, then?
I dunno.
I... I don't know anything.
Zeke?
[Dudley] Mr. Olson?
Lydia didn't know about
any of this until tonight.
Know about any of what,
Mr. Olson?
Zeke!
Mr. Olson!
[panting]
[grunts]
- C'mon. C'mon.
- [horse grunting]
What the hell is going on?
I gotta talk to you about
something, sweetheart.
[Dudley] Mr. Olson!
Come out of the barn
with your hands
above your head.
C'mon, c'mon!
Go on, go on, go on!
What are you doing go! Go!
Go on!
Hold it right there!
Go on! [groans]
[coughing]
Now, go! Go!
Sorry, Officer.
[engine revving]
[indistinct shouting]
[Spenser] Missed
NCIS: New Orleans last night.
[Dudley] What episode was it?
I said I missed it, Duds.
Oh, right, right, right.
We're not going to
hold Ezekiel Olson.
I'm sorry, ma'am, but what?
[sighs] Dick Long's
death certificate
reads
"Death by misadventure."
Not a homicide.
Charge Olson
with Reckless Endangerment,
obstruction of justice.
I mean, those are just
the PG charges, ma'am!
He's a pervert!
Excuse me.
All right, but...
How 'bout you check
with Mrs. Long?
See if she wants that
broadcast on Fox6.
See how Zeke Olson's daughter
feels 'bout pressing charges.
That's some terrible logic.
Well, not sayin' it's logical.
Not sayin' that at all.
[sighs]
You know,
this is the second time
this has happened.
What? Are you kidding me?
[laughing]
Of course I'm kidding you!
Oh, c'mon, Dudley!
What's the matter with you?
Lordy.
- You c'mon.
- [laughing]
I don't think
it's funny at all.
People sure are inscrutable
on their insides, huh?
I don't know what else
besides that to say, I guess.
You rather stay here, man?
[whispers] Zeke.
What're you doing here?
I'm out
on my own recognizance.
How's that workin' out?
We'll see.
Zeke, just stop it.
What are you doing here?
I'd like to kiss you goodbye.
Zeke, don't.
I'm sorry.
I know.
[engine starts]
It's pretty good, honeybutt.
[utensil clatters]
I heard you burned
the house down today,
is that right?
[Cynthia] I guess.
That's wonderful.
[Lydia] I'm gonna
put her down, Dad.
[Lydia sighs]
- [Lydia sighs deeply]
- Mmm.
I want to do your cat face.
[both giggle]
[taps car]
[Zeke] Thank you, buddy!
Oh, shit. Oh, look who finally
came to their senses.
- You all right?
- I gotta sit down.
Yeah, go for it.
What happened?
I gotta leave town with you.
Yeah, well, as soon as
we leave here, we'll be cool.
- Yeah.
- [door opens]
Earl Wyeth,
I'm goin' to bed if...
Well, hey, there, Zeke.
Hey, there, to you.
[Lake] You comin' with us?
[Zeke] I guess so.
Well, dang, Zeke.
You're a good guy
for comin' along
when your friend's in need.
All right.
Y'all wanna get weird?
[Zeke] Naw, I'm all good.
Appreciate it.
[Earl] No, I'm good. I don't
want to do it right now.
All right. Y'all are weird.
Earl...
I asked her to come with me.
What'd you tell her?
I dunno, I told her
I had some family shit.
So what happens
when we end up nowhere?
[strums guitar]
Never made it
As a wise man
I couldn't cut it
As a poor man stealin'
All right.
Tired of livin'
Like a blind man
I'm sick, fuck me
Sick of sight
Without a sense of feelin'
[both]
This is how you remind me
[Zeke] It's coming, dude.
[Earl] I'm glad you came, dude.
It's gonna be all right.
Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as
a poor man stealing
Tired of living
like a blind man
I'm sick of sight
without a sense of feeling
And this is how
you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
It's not like you
to say sorry
I was waiting on a
different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a
heart worth breaking
And I've been wrong
I've been down
Into the bottom
of every bottle
These five words
in my head scream
Are we having fun yet
Yet, yet, yet, no no
Yet, yet, yet, no no
It's not like you
didn't know that
I said I love you
and I swear I still do
And it must have
been so bad
'Cause living with him must
have damn near killed you
And this is how
you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
It's not like you
to say sorry
I was waiting on a
different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a
heart worth breaking
And I've been wrong
I've been down
Into the bottom
of every bottle
These five words
in my head scream
Are we having fun yet
Yet, yet, yet, no no
Yet, yet, yet, no no
Yet, yet, yet, no no
Yet, yet, yet, no no
[Earl]
Never made it as a wise man
- [strums guitar off-key]
- Fuck.
Couldn't cut it as
A poor man stealing
Tired of livin'...
Tired of livin'...
[stammering]
Tired, tired... Fuck, tired...
[Zeke] Tired of livin'
Like a blind man
[Earl] Tired of livin'
Like a blind man
Sick of sight without
A sense of feeling