Previously on "Briarpatch"...
Hey, Lalo, since when are you border patrol?
Couple years now.
That's a sad thing... funeral.
What was she doing here?
She had to come back to this poisonous shithole.
It's home.
She really wanted to fix this place.
Young Detective Dill couldn't keep her nose
out of Packingtown.
- When was this? - Three weeks ago.
You're Harold Snow. Why are you here?
I'm just looking for my bug.
Who paid you to bug your landlady?
Ferness, the ex.
It's the recording from Felicity's apartment.
It was encrypted.
I need you to scream.
- What? - Don't you move, Floyd.
They can't know I gave it to you.
I know it wasn't you.
Brattle wants to come in.
Did he say as much?
He's living in a van, Cyrus.
I was sorry to hear about your sister.
What is it that you want, Clyde?
Something I want you to see.
He drove me to an abandoned slaughterhouse.
It was full of drones.
Figure this out, okay?
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See?
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Ven.
Vamos, vamos, vamos.
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There she is.
Morning.
Take it light.
Breakfast is almost ready.
Why am I here?
Well, we had about two drinks for every hour
the cops held us at the cemetery.
I tried to drop you back off at your hotel room.
Did you change the locks?
What's with the toys?
It's my grandma's collection.
This was her house and...
this was her pride and joy.
Don't touch.
You don't like?
No, I just...
thought I'd been kidnapped by a serial killer.
Nope.
So, what's the deal here?
You, um,
managing your grandma's doll collec...
Toy. It's toy collection.
Toy collection for her.
I'll sell them all eventually.
Death is messy, Allegra.
It leaves a lot of loose ends.
Luckily, you've got West Texas's
best-dressed estate lawyer to help tie up yours.
So, let's finish breakfast,
head on down to the office, so you can sign
for that life insurance policy.
Oh, God. What now?
This is the bug from Felicity's secret apartment.
Floyd handed it off to me yesterday.
Before he committed suicide by cop.
I don't think Floyd killed my sister.
Do you?
We may never get answers.
He's dead now. They both are.
What if the answers are on this tape?
I think she was undercover.
Laffter told me yesterday
that she was investigating something in Packingtown.
Strucker got mad at her for it.
She gets a life insurance policy,
and three weeks later, she's dead.
You sound like Floyd.
Allegra,
you might not wanna hear this.
But the woman Colder eulogized yesterday
was your sister.
At least part of her.
Give her that at least.
Give me the bacon.
I'm gonna get this tape decrypted.
And then I'm gonna go to Packingtown, and I'm gonna find out
whatever or whoever my sister was investigating.
You coming?
If it'll keep you out of trouble.
Sure.
Aw, sweet Christmas, you found it.
Come on in.
Hell yeah.
Oh. Hal.
You didn't tell me we had company.
And it's pudding day!
Uh, I'm so sorry. It's a work thing.
Yeah, Cindy's an independent contractor like myself.
And overhead is tough, but passion matters, you know?
Thank you so much for returning my baby.
Not yet.
You get it back if you make me a decrypted, playable copy.
Okay.
I mean, it's voice-activated,
and the battery won't last more than a couple of days,
so there ain't gonna be that much on it.
So, let's say 100 bucks?
Cash.
Something sweet and creamy.
Thank you, and thank you.
I bet that would taste good all over my body.
So, this is gonna take a minute.
Just so you know.
Yeah, I gotta upload it, gotta decrypt it,
but y'all are welcome to stay.
Cindy's pudding shows are way better live.
And it's chocolate this week.
Banana cream, baby.
Delete the original and drop it off here when you're done.
Copy that, compadre.
So, where are we going now?
She was collecting them.
Come on.
Y'all ain't sticking around?
It is so hard to make friends.
You're the reporter?
I have to search you first.
Aren't you aware, my boy,
that the pen is mightier than the sword?
Do you have a sword?
Do your worst.
Why don't you take a load off?
Hm.
Okay, now, Mr. Laffter.
So, what's this thing you're writing?
Some kind of puffy profile thing?
'Cause you know I ain't exactly looking for the limelight.
Passion project, if you will.
A series about this mansion
and its more colorful inhabitants.
Big dreams, tragic ends.
Hm. Don't I know it?
Ace Bains still has his name on the gate,
and his wife paid to have him kidnapped and killed.
Then she melted down with the sugar factory.
Well, that's women for you.
You ever deal with the Bains boy?
Candy Bar? Oh, no... no.
No, after he was loco parentis,
he, uh... he went just plain loco.
Yeah, he gave up his inheritance and this house.
Seems like the dark history don't bother you.
Ah, hell, it's invigorating.
Shoot, do you know how far I had to climb
to make it this high?
I ain't exactly in the business of looking down.
Say.
How'd you like to see Doc Cherry's secret tooth room?
Is that a nacho bar?
For two?
Free refills on duck sauce and queso before noon.
Hi, Grace.
Jesus Christ.
Allegra Dill.
Look at you all cleaned up.
Don't tell me you're back for the reunion.
No, I'm here for my sister.
Oh, crap.
Felicity, I'm real sorry.
Thanks.
Grace Chow.
I went to high school with this one.
A.D. Singe. I want to hear absolutely everything.
Bangs to... here.
Stop.
They were actually like to here.
Did you see my sister much?
Yeah. She came in all the time.
Take out. Kung pao, no peanuts.
She ever just eat here?
Sometimes.
She'd park herself by the window with a book.
How's the neighborhood?
It's gone south in a hurry.
And it was already Patagonia.
It turned when the Dunjee Brewery closed.
It closed? I...
just drank four of those beers yesterday.
They still make them.
Dunjee just outsourced the brewing to Mexico.
That sounds like Texas.
Not exactly a killer view.
The slaughterhouse.
Did Felicity sit in this seat the last time she was here?
About three weeks ago?
She was here until closing.
I saw something here the other night.
Felicity was staking this place out.
She must have seen something too.
But now...
What am I supposed to be seeing?
There were drones in here.
Dozens of them.
Clyde Brattle dropped me off here so I could see them,
and now they're gone.
Clyde Brattle, AKA "The Dapper Philadelphian,"
and the target of your Senator's big hearing.
You're my client. Gotta know who I'm defending.
I don't need defending.
From where I stand, it's only a matter of time.
So, you wanna catch me up on what you're doing here?
The Feds were supposed to detain Brattle
while I secured Jake Spivey's testimony,
but now Jake won't talk, and...
Brattle wants the same deal.
So, what does any of this have to do with Felicity?
Nothing, or so I thought.
Brattle's not the type to get his hands dirty.
He's into mind games
and medium-sized coups.
I think Felicity
found something in here, and...
whatever it is, Brattle wanted me to see it, too.
Why?
Maybe because he knows my history with Jake,
and he wanted to give me something
to get me on his side.
So, how do we go about seeing something that isn't here anymore?
Somebody's here.
Allegra.
Hey!
- Who was that? - Damn it.
That was the cleanup crew.
At the funeral, Eve?
At the fucking funeral?
I said I'd catch my man, and I did.
Don't get cute with me.
I don't pay for cute.
So, is the Dill case done, or what?
More or less, yeah.
Family's still in town.
There's a sister.
A sister? That don't count.
Nobody gives a shit about a sister.
I got a sister.
She's got shingles, three stepkids,
lives in a double wide just outside of Fort Bliss.
I didn't know that.
Of course you didn't. 'Cause it doesn't fucking matter.
Now, I need this business to go away quickly.
It'll all be wrapped up shortly, sir,
and I think you're gonna be real happy.
You know what makes me happy? Very happy?
A glass of añejo in one hand.
And the back of a stripper's head in the other.
- 'Cause the stripper's... - I get it, Tony.
- I get it. - Good.
'Cause there's something else.
I need you looking into Packingtown.
Some company's buying up tracks of land.
"Durango Global."
Sounds Mexican to me, but I can't be sure.
Salazar is a Castilian name.
Anyway, Old Man Staghorne's
got his adult diapers in a twist,
and I need you to find out who these bastards are.
Well, that's not my job, Mr. Mayor.
Listen.
If I tell you to do something,
then ipso facto mumbo jumbo
it's your fucking job.
You understand?
- Yes. - Yes what?
Yes. I understand.
Mr. Mayor, sir.
That's better.
You know, Eve?
You really ought to smile more.
So, Mr. Spivey,
what kind of rich do you intend to be?
Lavish rich?
Gaudy rich?
Screw you rich?
Well, uh,
I guess I'm aiming for benevolent rich.
Yeah.
You know, I came back to San Bonifacio
to build something special.
Well, that's mighty admirable of you,
considering your beginnings. Dirt poor.
Your dad torn apart on the...
slaughterhouse floor.
_
Took decades for me to figure out how this town works.
Know what they offered us?
A settlement.
Year's worth of ground chuck.
You had to cut your own path in this world, Spivey,
but look at you now.
Money, cars, community standing, and a...
host of armed narcos to help you hold onto it.
They're not narcos.
But they'd have to be.
To protect you from Clyde Brattle.
Now.
Why'd you have to go and ruin a perfectly nice afternoon
with a name like that?
I'm only saying that a former Black Ops killer...
I was military intelligence.
Whose former partner's on the loose...
Clyde wasn't my partner.
Oh, that's right.
He was your superior.
Which is why he got a bigger slice of the profits
from Al-Namur.
You know, it's interesting.
My official sources tell me that those rebels
were killed by loyalist forces in the retreat.
But my unofficial sources
say something quite different.
You'd better watch yourself.
The residents of San Bonifacio
deserve to know whether the richest man in their community
is putting their lives at risk,
just by being there.
And what about these police bombings?
What about 'em?
Touched a nerve, did I?
Well....
that's what journalism's meant to do.
Comfort the afflicted, and afflict the comfortable.
Hold it for just a moment, Chuckles.
My guests are here.
- Misters Staghornes, sirs. - Hello.
- So glad you could make it. - Good to see you.
Course y'all both know Freddie.
That Boy Reporter.
What's he doing here?
Uh, believe the word for it, sir, is freelancing.
- Mr. Staghorne... - Freddie.
You've been warned about bothering important people.
- I was just leaving. - You're on the police beat,
not society.
Go on. Get back to the office.
We need a new draft of your story
for the evening edition, so go, go on, get out.
Right away.
And throw away that hat!
Well, you see, Chuckles.
You ain't the only one who knows how this town works.
Drop the bag.
You think you'll find the kid here?
No.
But there's somebody here who knows.
Mein gott.
My little pickle returns.
Hello, Gunter.
Hello.
I hear you went straight.
I work for the government.
Ah.
This is Gunter.
I used to work for him.
My name is A.D. Singe, like "Scorch,", I'm a...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. What did you bring me?
We've got some questions about the slaughterhouse.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Later, later, later.
Oh, you remember my favorite.
Uh.
You still fight?
When I have to.
This one... she had a mean right hook.
It was like lightning. They never knew what hit them.
Bam, bang!
Those were the days, Pickle, huh?
But you had one weakness.
And that was your biggest enemy, huh?
Her temper.
When the blood gets pumping, and the adrenaline kicked in,
you would do the worst mistakes.
Let's focus on the present.
Oh, you remember what your mother said
about our sinful little Packingtown?
That we were "behind God's back!"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll be back tonight.
All right.
Good, good, good.
Such a sad woman, your mother, huh?
Always...
It's good. All is good.
What about the slaughterhouse?
You don't know about the slaughterhouse?
I thought you worked for government.
Should be here.
Slaughterhouse, slaughterhouse, slaughter...
Here.
_
It was drugs.
A big bust.
Cops everywhere for weeks.
So bad for business, huh?
Then, a couple months later,
another company moves in... Durango Something...
And they buy the slaughterhouse.
But they leave it empty.
This is dated from a year ago. What about recently?
I don't know. My memory is bad, Pickle.
Yeah.
Bullshit.
Okay.
Remember your temper.
Well, someone was still working there after the bust,
but only nights.
And they scrubbed it clean.
- One more question. - Mmhmm.
Where do the kids hang out these days?
The kids? I don't know any kids.
They couldn't prove it.
No.
I mean the kids like me.
Oh, you mean hood rats
with a death wish?
Well, that I can talk about.
Have a seat.
Okay, score one for you.
So, if there was a drug bust at the slaughterhouse,
does that mean Spivey was involved?
No.
We've been investigating Jake for months.
Drug trafficking isn't his M.O.
Okay, so, who was running something out of that place?
- Fucking bitch. - Hey.
Little boy.
Lil' mama, I'll show you how big I am.
You already have.
So why'd you go back?
To the slaughterhouse?
You did a shit job of destroying the evidence.
Whoever paid you won't be too happy.
Who was it?
Let's not draw this out, okay?
Pile's cold, which means you burned it last night.
So, maybe you forgot something. It happens.
Bitch, my gang will fuck you up.
You're not a gang. You're just bored.
Okay, Allegra, they just kids, come on...
My guess is that you went back for you.
For something you didn't want anyone to see.
Yo, what the fuck.
Give it back. Okay, come on.
- Come on. - Cute.
Pussy.
Shut the fuck up, man. It's for my sister.
Hey! Where did you even come from?
Here. I'm from here.
You literally stole a toy from a kid.
Congratulations.
I've seen this tiger before.
I knew it was trouble the instant she walked in.
She was an ex. My ex.
And she had always been my unknown.
With the recent death of former football star
Floyd Ferness, San Bonifacio Police
have officially closed the investigation
into the double car bombing that left the city reeling.
- _ - However,
_
... as he has a big game animal allergy.
- Uh-huh. Sí. - Animals included in this...
_
elephants, marsupials, giraffes...
Lizards, including the gecko lizard,
as well as the Cnemidophorus.
Some fish, and insects with eight or more legs.
More on this later, only on your number one
news source, San Bonifacio, Channel Eight.
Ese, this isn't a charity.
Okay? I'm way out of pocket here.
And I don't know how much longer I can keep it up.
_
Really making yourself at home in here, huh, Gene?
Eh, something about the Floyd Ferness story isn't sitting right.
Well, maybe you should have thought about that
before you shot him.
Chief, everyone shot him.
I know you lost a great deal.
We all have.
But here you are.
Unscathed.
With a great job, beautiful wife,
Who turned up and made a scene at Felicity's funeral.
Are you saying I can't control her?
Remind me why you transferred here in the first place
from back East?
I like it here, Chief.
I've been able to spread my wings.
Maybe it's time to fly a little closer to the ground.
I don't know what you're saying.
It's been a messy few weeks.
Let's just try and tidy things up, huh?
Like, go have dinner with your wife, Captain Colder.
Buy her a steak.
Woman like that could use some red meat.
And quit it with the sugar water.
Okay, you're gonna give yourself diabetes.
Lose a damn foot.
Hey.
You're not supposed to be back here.
Your boss said you would talk to me.
About Lalo Levantes.
You not a fan?
Nobody here is.
Creep thinks he's better than us.
No kidding. Why is that?
Lalo worked a big bust with Bonifacio P.D. a while back.
And his head's been swollen ever since.
And guess who hung this up?
He was pissed they cut him out of the newspaper.
He was there.
Looks like it.
Your boss said that Lalo called in sick today.
I saw him in the desert this morning.
Said he was camping.
Wait. Where was this?
When did you see him?
Here's how I see it.
Lalo helped bust that drug outfit
back at the slaughterhouse.
Then he filled in the vacuum himself.
He knows the border; he knows the neighborhood.
And he paid for how many high-powered drones?
I don't know.
Felicity knew.
She must have confronted him about it.
Maybe we should bring somebody else in on this.
No.
Not yet.
Drive to the press club.
If Lalo was headed into the desert this morning,
then he's in the wind.
Maybe his father can help us figure out where he was going.
You can't prove Felicity died because of this.
You can't even prove what this is.
I know what it is, okay?
I've always known.
Since I moved into this hellhole, I've known.
Don't be naive.
I am a black man living in Texas.
I know bad things happen.
I'm just saying we should slow down.
Felicity, she was cautious.
She was diligent.
Why did you come here?
For the same reason I came back, Singe.
Death.
This place is death.
Wait a minute. Wait, wait.
Look, the afternoon edition.
_
Laffter's saying Felicity was bent. Strucker, too.
Squeezing the Packingtown criminals for a cut.
Both in league with Floyd, who blew them up
when they iced him out.
Why would Laffter write this?
Someone wanted it done.
Nacho?
- You. - Hey.
Sorry, my dad had an errand to run.
I'll be out in a sec.
What?
I know you're mixed up in something.
And I think that Felicity figured it out.
Freddie Laffter.
Your story's a sham.
And what are you gonna do about it, estate lawyer?
You want me to bend over
so you can manage my assets?
You will clear Felicity Dill's name.
Or you gonna wish that you had.
What do you think you can do to me?
I'm 73 years old.
How does a libel suit sound?
Now, libel cases are famously difficult to prove.
But defending them takes money.
Allegra Dill has recently come into $1.7 million.
Where does that leave you, Mr. Laffter?
Do you really think the Staghornes
are gonna waste a dime of they fortune defending you?
You think I wanted this piece of trash written?
Who did?
Felicity was my friend. Why would I hurt her?
She knew what you were doing at the slaughterhouse.
- Using drones to smuggle drugs. - Drugs?
You're lying to the border patrol, you're...
Hold up! You went to my work?
Who the hell do you think you are?
You get nothing from me. Nothing.
And that's what you'll have, too.
You'll be sucking down creamed corn
in the cheapest old-folks-home in town,
and they'll still be wheeling your ass to court.
You'll die bankrupt and alone in a creaky twin bed,
all because you refused to retract
this libelous, poorly written, piece of shit article.
It was Raytek!
It was the chief!
She fed me the story.
You still wanna sue?
You just go right ahead and goddamn sue.
You don't know me.
You don't even know your sister,
and you think I fucking killed her?
The funeral is over.
What are you still doing here? Go home!
Oh, my God.
Call an ambulance!
Give me that.
You dragged me around the underbelly of this city.
And for what?
We helped Clyde Brattle succeed in messing with you.
And I let you pull me into your crazy.
The clues just didn't lead where I expected.
- I don't know why. - I know why.
You're spinning.
What?
You're shaking down teenagers.
And you threatened an old German man
'cause you so desperate to find something, anything,
that'll keep you from dealing with the truth.
What truth?
An awful thing happened.
- And you can't fix it. - I can...
You've got to sit with the grief, Allegra.
You've got to sit with it.
It's ugly. It's painful.
But that is the only way
that you're gonna deal with your shit!
What about your shit?
You live in a dollhouse!
I may not be sitting around drowning in my loss,
but at least I'm not stuck.
I ain't stuck.
Hey, don't touch that.
Allegra, put that back.
Put that down.
Allegra!
Don't touch it.
Stop!
I said... I said...
I said, "Stop."
- Stop! - No!
I told...
I told you to stop.
No.
_
You know you'll be on the...
Anyway, I don't need to describe it.
... describe it.
Just see what a little...
Oh, okay, cool.
We have to talk.
I need help.
No, not there. It's not safe.
Meet me in Packingtown.
No, not there. It's not safe.
Meet me in Packingtown.
You looking for something, ma'am?
Whatever it is that I missed.
Don't make me tell you again! Get off the table!
You shouldn't have come here.
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