02x12 - 'shine

[bunniefuu]

♪ And the endless summer
is here to stay ♪

♪ I'm never leaving
this tropical bay ♪

♪ where every sunrise... ♪

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Whoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Whoo!

Whoo-whoo!

The next crazy,
old man who grabs me

is getting my foot up his a*s.
Tell me about it.

One of them also asked me
if I knew "The Sun Also Rises."

What the hell
kind of question is that?

What are they
even celebrating?

Some dude named Hemingway.
It's his birthday.

I heard one of them say
he's like 112.

Is that even possible?

Apparently.

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Thanks.
Whoo-hoo!

♪ Live my life
in this tropical bay ♪

♪ where every sunrise... ♪

Brandy? Brandy!

What's wrong?

Victim's name is Gordon Adams.
26 years old with --

- White hair?
- ...Dyed white hair.

Kind of looks like, um, uh --
oh, you know, uh --

- Ernest Hemingway?
- Wow.

I was gonna say Colonel Sanders.
But, okay, Hemingway.

But unlike Hemingway,
this wasn't a suicide.

The entrance wound
from the b*llet

is on the back of his head,
and there's no stippling,

so it wasn't
at close range.

Both legs were broken,
but after he was k*lled.

Actually,
there's not much to see.

There's no bruising
or hemorrhaging,

which is how I knew
the fractures were postmortem.

Normally, you'd only make this
kind of discovery in autopsy,

but I was able to
palpate the legs.

Of course, you can read
all of this in my report,

so why bother listening when
you have more interesting bodies

to look at?
Uh, what?

- Hey, Carlos.
- Hey.

What?

What -- what?
No, uh -- no, nothing.

Just you look
really nice today.

I mean, not that you don't look
nice every day...just today.

I never wonder
why he's single.

Uh, thank you.

So, who am I testing
for g*nsh*t residue?

Good question. Um --

No, I mean
how many kits am I gonna need?

Another good question.
Yeah.

Actually, there was, uh,
one Captain, two waitresses,

and 30 patrons.

33 suspects?
You couldn't narrow it down any?

He hasn't canvassed
the witnesses yet.

Yet, yet.
I'm gonna talk to these two --

what are those two?

Pirates. Their names
are Brandy and Sherry.

- Brandy?
- They looked official, so I asked.

Did the victim get in a fight
or an argument with anyone?

It's a booze cruise.

They were all fighting
and arguing and arm-wrestling.

Well, anyone specific
that the victim got into a fight

or an argument
or arm-wrestle with?

- You mean like a name?
- Or a description.

- White hair, white beard.
- You mean like the victim?

Exactly like the victim.
They all look like the victim.

In case you were wondering...
For whom the bell tolls.

It tolls for me. Yeah.

♪ The Glades 2x12 ♪
Shine
Original Air Date on August 28, 2011

That's far enough,
sir.

Hey, Detective,
this gonna take much longer?

It'll take as long as it takes,
Captain Frank.

'Cause I'm right in the middle
of Hemingway Fest,

and I got charters
all week.

Yeah. What is it with you guys
and Hemingway?

Ernest Hemingway was the
greatest man's man to ever live.

Oh.

He wrote like a man,
drank like a man,

chased tail like a man.

So every year for the last,
I don't know, 33 years,

Hemingway Fest
celebrates his life.

Oh, yeah? How?
By, uh, hosting a booze cruise?

No, booze cruise
was all my idea.

But Hemingway Fest does host
a short-story competition,

where the contestants
are judged by their clothing,

how well they speak.
- Wow. Sounds manly.

What about
the bathing-suit competition?

I'll tell you what,
there'll be some drinking

and some arm-wrestling and
a look-alike contest, of course.

Of course. Hence the victim,
Gordon Adams. Did you know him?

No. Wasn't signed up
for the booze cruise.

He wasn't
even on the boat.

No. He was underneath it,
being dragged by you.

Thought she was running
a little slow.

Little slow. Yeah, a little
extra weight, like a dead body.

And what are these?
Gas tanks?

Ford's fill 'er up.
That you?

Yeah.
I own a gas station.

Also own a deep-sea
fishing boat and some land.

I'm just
a small businessman

trying to make a living,
Detective.

But this here --
she's my big moneymaker.

Well, you can go a long way with
these gas tanks on this here.

I told you,
I got charters booked all week.

I don't really care where you're going,
Frank, just where you been.

If you're asking for
a course map, I don't have one.

Well, then,
I'm asking you to draw a map.

The sooner you do that, the
sooner you get your boat back.

- Want to do me again?
- Thanks, no. Once was enough.

Wow. Does that ever
really work for you?

You know what? This guy will provide
paper and coloring-in pencils.

Go for your life.

Sorry you had to
deal with that.

Uh, how'd it go?

Well, all the papa Hemingways
agreed to let me test them,

but there wasn't any GSR on
their hands from sh**ting a g*n,

neither on the pirate wenches
or Captain Crunch.

Oh, and here I was afraid that it'd be
a complete waste of your time.

No. I did get a couple
marriage proposals out of it.

That,
I'm not surprised.

I kind of have to go.
I have a shift at the hospital.

Hey, you want to grab
a drink later?

- Maybe.
- Uh, what's that?

It's just something
I was leaning on to write.

That's Gordon Adams.

Are you sure
it's not just another Hemingway?

No, not according
to the caption.

"Gordon Adams,
arm-wrestling champion,

celebrates his victory while his
new bride, Shelby, looks on."

- If looks could k*ll...
- And maybe they did.

You got time
for one more GSR test?

I promise,
it'll be easier.

Huh.
Never noticed that before.

- Third-row seating?
- Uh, yeah.

Uh, comes in handy
when I have to pick up Jeff

from soccer practice
and, surprise,

he's invited half the team
back to the house.

Oh, there's our girl.

Here you go.
That'll be $20.

Hi, hi.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Nice doggy. Good dog.

Just, uh, you want to put
your dog on a leash there?

Come on, Beau. Sit.

Can I help y'all
with something?

Yeah. You, uh --
you Shelby Adams,

married to Gordon Adams?

I've seen a lot of jealous
husbands with g*ns before.

But never with a badge.
That's a first.

- No, no, we're not --
- He's not my husband.

No, we're not, no.

Yeah, well,
you look like Gordon's type --

female and breathing.

- Unlike your husband.
- That is --

What? I'm...

Uh, Mrs. Adams,
we're very sorry,

but your husband was found
m*rder*d this morning.

Thank you
for letting me know.

Thank you
for verifying a motive.

I didn't k*ll Gordon.

I didn't like him
running around on me,

but if I wanted to get rid of him,
I would just file for divorce.

- Where were you last night?
- Here.

We live behind
the bait shop.

- So you were alone?
- No. I was with Beau.

Okay.
Where can I find this Beau?

Beau's the dog.

Oh, Beau...

your angry dog.

All right, well, you know, your
husband was shot in the head

and then dumped in, uh,
water somewhere around here.

Boat picked up his body.
Just went straight past here.

You --
anything to say about that?

Say you want an answer,
you better ask me a question.

Yeah, Carlos,
just hang on a sec.

- Can I see your hands?
-You see them. They're right here.

No. She wants to test
for g*nsh*t residue.

That's so we can test
if you've shot a g*n --

- Yeah, I know what it is.
- Really?

Yeah. I also know
she needs a warrant for that.

I know my rights.

- [ Snaps fingers Come on, Beau.
- Bye, Beau.

She definitely
could have k*lled him.

Or, if she didn't,

you'd think she'd want to
help us find out whoever did.

I know this is hard for you
to believe,

but not everyone
likes cops.

Well, especially when
they have something to hide.

Yeah, Carlos?

All right.
I'll be right there --

oh, that is if Callie can drop me
off on the way to the hospital.

- Get in.
- Thank you.

Determining time of death
is always tricky.

But when the body's in water,
it's almost impossible.

So we have no idea
when Gordon was k*lled.

Around 10:00 p.m.
last night.

His pocket watch stopped
when he hit the water.

What kind of 26-year-old
wears a pocket watch?

The kind of 26-year-old

who would dye his hair to look
like Ernest Hemingway.

Oh, right.

- I wouldn't do that if I was you.
- What?

To figure out the caliber
of the b*llet,

I had to collect all the fractured
bones and reconstruct his skull.

Ah. And?

- And the b*llet is a .380.
- Or a nine-millimeter.

It's, uh, close in size.

Anything you can tell me
for sure?

Gordon may not have looked
exactly like Hemingway,

but he sure
had his liver.

The guy
was a big drinker.

He had cirrhosis, early stages,
and hepatorenal syndrome,

which is a dysfunction
of the kidney.

At 26?

Yeah, he must have consumed
13, 14 drinks a day every day,

including the day he died.

His blood-alcohol level
at the time of death

was off the charts.

- Off the charts like what, .28?
- Try .48.

Phew!
And that's a lot of mojitos.

It wasn't your run-of-the-mill
rum coursing through his veins.

The percentage of alcohol was
much higher, like 120-proof.

- What, like grain alcohol?
- Hmm.

More like ethanol,
as in [sniffs] gas.

Phew.
Like Frank's Fill 'er Up?

- Daniel?
- Yeah.

I need you to find
out the address

for Frank Ford's
gas station

and anything
on his business,

his dive boat,
and his property.

Want me to e-mail it
to your phone?

No. Put it in a file.
Meet me in my car.

Got it. Your car.
Wait, your car?

Just don't forget
to fasten your seatbelt.

I'm sorry, that man is too
damn handsome for his own good.

Does Callie know?

Does Callie know what?

What are you two whispering
about over there?

- Dr. Avery's back.
- Ben's back?

Just started today.

Good. We need a strong man
around here.

Well,
she'd know about that.

Sorry. I've never been
in a stakeout before.

It's not a stakeout,
if anyone asks.

Technically...
you're undercover.

Undercover? Really?
Okay.

Wait.
Shouldn't I have a g*n?

What, so you can sh**t yourself
in the foot?

Or, worse,
sh**t me in the foot?

Look. Here.

- $20?
- Yeah. See that guy over there?

Yeah.

Well, unfortunately,
he's seen me, too,

so I need you to go up to him
and ask for...

A can of premium to go.

Just like that.
Just keep it simple.

- A can of premium to go.
- Yeah.

Okay. Let's do this.

Oh, wait.
Don't I need, uh, a gas can?

Well, if this court transcript
is correct, he'll give you one.

Thank you, sir.

Excuse me, sir?

Wonder if, uh, you could help me
with something.

You lost?

No. Um,
a can of premium to go?

You want a can of premium,
huh?

Yeah. That's right.

- Wait right there.
- Thanks.

Oh. Great.

Use it in good health.

Detective.
You done with my boat?

Not as long
as you keep lying to me.

Two weeks ago, Gordon was
arrested for assaulting someone.

That someone
happened to be you.

Uh, what was the trouble
between you two?

- Wasn't no trouble.
- No trouble?

Oh, like when you got caught
bootlegging moonshine

five years ago
in South Carolina?

See, uh,
before Gordon was shot,

he was drinking
a pretty powerful alcohol,

more than 120-proof.

Alcohol that pure
can be only one of two things,

either ethanol gas
or moonshine.

Daniel,
why don't you pour me a cup?

Oh, um, I don't know
that's the best idea.

I wouldn't drink that
if I were you.

Well, chemically speaking,
ethanol and moonshine

are the same, right?

That's true, but by law, you're
supposed to denature ethanol

or lace it with poison
to keep people from drinking it.

Well, that didn't stop Frank from
serving it to Gordon, now did it?

Daniel, hit me.

So, uh, you got him drunk,
then put a b*llet in his head?

That's not true.

Which part, putting a b*llet in
his head or getting him drunk?

- Both.
- Well, we'll see about that.

Detective...
Okay.

What do you want me to do?

You want me to call
an ambulance, call 911?

I can do that.
Just...Daniel!

- I'm CPR-certified, okay?
- I'm fine.

Bet that put some hair
on your chest.

Well, not as bad
as what I'm about to put on you.

Frank Ford,
you're under arrest.

For what?
Selling moonshine?

Better.
Suspicion of m*rder.

Hands, please.

I mean first, you make out like
you don't even know the guy.

Now you're saying that you

and Gordon Adams were friends,
even after he assaulted you.

So we had a fight?
I didn't even press charges.

In fact, I went out of my way
to keep his a*s out of jail.

Maybe you wanted to keep his a*s
out of jail so you could k*ll him.

Why would I do that?
Well, I don't know.

Maybe it had something to do with why
Gordon assaulted you in the first place.

- I don't even remember.
- Yeah.

I believe that like I believe your
alibi about being alone on the boat.

And, frankly, Frank,
you look to me like the guy

that was voted most likely
to m*rder someone.

I don't have to sit here
and be insulted by you.

Actually, Frank,
you kind of do. Sit down.

Last I checked,
making moonshine was ill*gal.

You don't have to tell me.
My family's been making 'shine

since before
the whiskey rebellion.

And that right there,
that ain't even 'shine.

Oh, really? 'Cause our
hydrometer says it's 120-proof.

Phew!

Yeah.
100% legal.

It's called Rottweiler.

I get it from
a fully licensed distillery,

a guy named
Andrew Bailey.

All right, if it's legal, why are you
trying to make out that it isn't?

Everybody knows moonshine
tastes better when it's ill*gal,

and it definitely
sells better.

Makes people feel good
when they think they're

breaking the law.

Oh, well, then,
murdering Gordon Adams

must have made you feel
pretty damn good.

I didn't k*ll
Gordon Adams!

Go talk to Andrew.
He'll tell you.

Oh, you know I will.

Moonshine? No, man, I
don't sell that stuff in my bar.

'Cause Frank Ford
said you had some.

- You know Frank Ford, do you now?
- I do.

You ever tasted
real 'shine before?

Yeah. Damn near
blew my doors off.

All my hooch
is strictly Catdaddy.

My great grandpappy
taught it to his son.

He taught my daddy.
My old man passed it down to me.

- You got Rottweiler?
- Fighting kind.

Excellent choice.

Now, this right here
is the sh*t.

Grandpappy Drew used to say it
tastes like the devil's tears,

'cause that's what comes out
when Satan cries.

Really?

So, did, uh,
grandpappy Drew say that

when he was toasting you
graduating from Tulane?

Summa c*m laude
with a degree in marketing

and a rap sheet for possession
of an ill*gal substance.

Got knocked down
to 36 months' probation, huh?

How'd you know that?

Because I know where you live,
who you call,

what you sell,
yadda, yadda, yadda.

So this whole hipster,
Catdaddy routine

is just really just a front
to sell hooch, right?

Got me, bro.

But I'm also guessing
that you know

that this stuff
is not really ill*gal.

I'm a licensed distiller
of Rottweiler unaged whiskey.

Now, if I wasn't licensed,
the very same recipe

for the very same hooch
would be ill*gal.

And better marketing.
Yeah. I know how that works.

What I don't know is what was
going on between your friend

Frank Ford and my m*rder victim,
Gordon Adams.

Yo, I'll -- I'll tell you
everything. Just do me a solid.

Grab me by the arm
and yank me over to the side.

What?

You know how much
more business I'll get

if people think
this stuff is ill*gal.

My pleasure.

All right!

All right, look,
all booze-cruise captains

are talking about
what happened, okay?

It's crazy.
He was a good guy.

When he first came to Florida,
you know,

he used to hang out here
a lot.

Then he, you know,
hooked up with that banshee.

Shelby. Her fish-and-tackle
shop's not far from here.

Yeah, I-I swear
I'll never understand

why Gordon went
and married her.

She's always complaining
about something.

Something or someone?

Yo, it's no secret
she doesn't like me or my bar,

especially since
she runs that skanky nip house.

- Nip house?
- Yeah.

Yo, she sells moonshine

out of an ill*gal backroom bar
inside the store.

And that rotgut
she peddles

will make you go blind
for reals, man.

You never reported it.
Out of respect for Gordon.

But his crazy, b*tch wife --
that's who you should bust.

Yeah,
you'd like that, wouldn't you?

Make things
a lot easier for you.

Tell you what,
you got any more tips

on how I should do my job,
make things easier for you.

Call me.

Hey, can you --

- Callie.
- Ben.

- Uh, how are you?
- I'm good. How are you?

- I'm great, I'm great. Thank you.
- Good.

- What are we doing?
- I don't know.

- Hi.
- Hi.

You know,
I've been having these, uh --

these little
mini reunions all day.

But I have to tell you,

this was the one
that I was waiting for.

- Oh, please.
- Oh, yeah, you --

You look fantastic,
by the way.

No, I don't, but thank you.
I've been on my feet all day.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I've got to rush off for
a meeting with the board.

But I would really love to
get together with you sometime.

Yeah. That sounds great.

Oh.
I heard you got divorced.

Get off my property,
Detective.

- Your making moonshine, Shelby?
- That what Andrew Bailey told you?

He's been gunning for me
for years.

Uh, that's funny. He says
it's the other way around.

He's just a wannabe.

He wants to move down here
and live the life.

Messed everything up.

Wants to tell the locals
what they should do,

how they should live.

Kind of like you, Detective.

You're not
from around here.

Chicago.

Yeah.
I can always tell.

Gordon
wasn't from around here either.

You took to him.

It was easy
to take to Gordon.

It was pinning him down
that was so damn hard.

You're drunk, aren't you?

Stinking.

That's for you, Gordon.

You rest in peace,
you son of a b*tch.

I swear I didn't mean
for it to happen like this.

You blame yourself?

Of course I do.

I need to stop talking.

Well,
I'm a good listener.

Why are you so upset,
Shelby?

I'm not upset.

I'm angry.

Upset.

I'm drunk.

Hey, don't let me stop you.
Hell, I'll join you for one.

Why don't
we go back inside?

The hell you will.

You can tell Andrew Bailey
that he can go to hell.

Just get off my land.

Sorry.
Mom's not home.

Oh, 'cause I saw
the Kia in the driveway.

No.

It's just, um, uh,

I left some notes from
an interview in there, I think.

You took notes?

I've been known
to take notes.

I'm just kidding.
Come on in.

Uh, yeah, mom said
she found something in her car

that she thought
might be yours.

Huh.

Yeah. So, uh...

- Where is your mom?
- She went running, so...

Running? From what?

- Um... I didn't know she ran.
- Uh, yeah.

She went with a friend.
They used to run together.

- A friend?
- Yeah.

Some lady
she used to work with.

- Right. Well, that's nice for your mom.
- Yeah.

How, uh --
h-how are you?

What do you mean?

Well, you know,
how -- how are you feeling?

I'd be even better

if people stopped asking me
how I was feeling.

Got it.

Well, this doesn't really
look like notes.

More like a half-off pitcher
of beer

and a half-dozen oysters coupon
for Smiling Jimmys.

- Yeah. That actually might be mine.
- Yeah, probably.

Andrew, what's up?

Detective, Shelby's here
at my place! She's going crazy!

All right. I'll be right there.

All right. Sorry. I'll -- I'll
ask mom. Maybe she's seen it.

- Seen what?
- Oh, right. The notes.

- Yeah.
- Yeah. Okay, cool.

- All right, later.
- Later.

Hey, Shelby,
do not light that.

Okay, look, I'm sorry for all
the things I said about you.

No, no, no, stop!

You're losing it,
you crazy b*tch!

Shelby, Shelby, do not do it.
Shelby, just take that rag off.

- Hey, Shelby, Shelby, don't.
- No, no, no, no, no!

Don't do it.

- What did you do, you crazy b*tch?!
- Call the fire department.

What the...

Yeah I have an emergency.
My, uh, bar is on fire.

Watch your head.

- Daniel.
- Detective.

Here. Make sure that
gets back to the evidence lab.

- Why? To test for accelerant?
- Well, it's probably moonshine, but --

you know what?
Just test it.

Uh...one more thing.

Andrew Bailey called me
on this cellphone number.

Find out everything you can
about it.

- You got it?
- I got it.

- You got it?
- I'm getting it.

Good.

Who says I don't
have a way with animals?

Let's see
what Shelby's hiding.

Cracked corn
and Mason jars --

two things
used to make moonshine.

There's no still.

There's one here.

This place
certainly looks like

it can be
an ill*gal nip house...

Not that I've ever
been in one.

No.

Also a good place to m*rder
a cheating ex-husband.

She could have
shot Gordon here

and then dragged him down
to the water there.

Yeah,
but a b*llet to the head --

there would be
a lot of blood.

Yeah.

Give me a hand.

Something tells me
that stain's not from whiskey.

- Someone's definitely bled out here.
- And Shelby tried to hide it.

I can run a Teichmann test
on the hemoglobin.

Let's see
if it's Gordon.

Hey, Jim,
it's, uh, Callie.

Um, Jeff told me
that you came by last night.

Um, I looked in the Kia,
didn't find any notes.

Uh...it sounded
kind of important,

so I hope you find them
or you found them.

Uh, anyway,
I'll talk to you later.

Okay, bye.

Hey.
Hey.

I'm sorry, but I just completely
mauled your civil liberties,

and took a look
at your floor schedule.

I was thinking,
since you aren't working later,

maybe we can grab some dinner
or something.

Yeah. Um,
I would love to.

But I was actually thinking
about picking up another shift.

Were you actually
thinking about it,

or are you actually going to
pick up another shift?

- I...
- Look, Callie, I just --

I just really think that we
need to get together and talk.

Yeah. No, I do, too.

Um...you know,
it's just work and things.

Sure.

Uh, how's Jennifer?

Uh, Jennifer's fine.
Uh, still loving Scottsdale.

I'm still not married to her,
which actually would be ill*gal,

since she just got remarried,
so...

I-I didn't know.

Callie,
this doesn't have to be weird.

I think we should just get together
and catch up. That's all.

I think you're right,
yeah. Absolutely.

- Great. Then I'll put something together.
- Okay.

- All right. I'll see you.
- Okay.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Manus told me to tell you
Shelby posted bail

for the attempted arson charge.
- What about the bloodstain?

Can we hold her
for Gordon's m*rder?

That much blood
probably is from a m*rder --

just not Gordon's.

Turns out the blood is between
100 and 150 years old.

I think it might be
from a relative

of one of the people in
this photo, one of the Mackays.

And Shelby's maiden name
is Mackay,

and the Mackays are a legendary
moonshine family in Florida,

best known
for making this.

- Lightning Queen?
- Mm-hmm.

Premium moonshine.
It's the Coca-Cola of hooch.

Recipe's been
in the Mackay family

since way before prohibition,
when you didn't need to be

a licensed distillery
and moonshine was legal.

Didn't hit on this at first

because we were working off
Shelby Adams, not Shelby Mackay,

not to mention the last time a Mackay
was caught making moonshine was 1975.

So the Mackays didn't stop
making moonshine.

They just stopped
getting caught.

Same goes for their biggest rival,
the Fords, as in Frank Ford.

Conveniently, Frank didn't
mention his history with Shelby.

Especially
since their families

are like the Hatfields and the McCoys.
Huh.

It all started when Frank Ford's
great-great-grandfather

was k*lled during
a moonshine expl*si*n.

According to
a local legend,

the Fords suspected the Mackays
of tampering with their still.

There's been bad blood between
these two families for decades.

And bad blood between Gordon and
Frank over the last two weeks.

- So Frank m*rder*d Gordon after all?
- Were is Frank?

Oh, we had to release
his glass-bottom boat.

He said
he had chartered cruises.

My guess is that
he's doing what the Mackays

and the Fords do best --
making moonshine.

For that, he needs water
and plenty of space.

Frank has both.

He owns all the land
where he moors his boats.

This is Frank's boat, but all
those gas tanks are gone.

Found a bunch
of empty hundred-pound bags

of cracked corn and wheat --
that's a lot of moonshine.

He's making it somewhere.
My guess is out there.

- Vámanos.
- Yes, let's.

Phew!

These things are massive.

There's the boiler
and the thumper.

It looks like
there were five flake stands.

Huh. Frank could have easily
made 5,000 gallons of moonshine

with this still.

You know these things
are still warm?

He must have
just made a batch.

It looks like somebody
wasn't too happy about that.

And we just missed them.

All this overgrowth
is matted down,

and these branches
are all broken.

There's dry blood
on these leaves, too.

You know,
Gordon must have been shot here,

dragged down
to the water there.

Which means...

Yeah.

Shell casing.

Here.

Nine-millimeter.

I'll get this back
to the lab.

So either our investigation has
Frank destroying his own still

to cover his tracks,
or someone else busted it up.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you doing?

- I'm going after him.
- Not with me in the car you're not.

Just stop complaining
like a little girl

and do something useful,
like call for backup.

- Uh, backup, backup.
- You don't just say, "backup"!

You say who we are,
who we're chasing.

Did you get your badge out of
a cereal packet? Come on, man.

What do you say? I'm a coroner.
I'm not a detective.

You know what? I'm trying to
concentrate on driving right now.

Yeah. We're on a pursuit.
We're -- we're --

it's a blue car.

10-4. Copy that.
We got you, 20.

Two units on the way.

This is where you exit
the vehicle, Frank.

Hope you're not waiting
for me to get the door for you.

I was able to get
a sample of the moonshine

from Frank's still
and compare it to the moonshine

Shelby used
to set Andrew's bar on fire.

- They're both the same.
- Huh?

Yeah. Why else would Shelby
destroy Frank's still

unless she found out
he had stolen the family recipe

of Lightning Queen?
Yeah, but that recipe

has been in the Mackay family
for generations.

How did Frank Ford
get his hands on it?

Maybe he got his hands
on the guy who married into it.

Gordon? Why would he
betray his wife like that?

Oh, he's betraying her
for sleeping around.

Yeah, well,
that's different.

If you tell Marisol I said that,
I'll deny it.

Gordon was motivated by cold,
hard cash.

5,000 gallons premium,
pedigree, ill*gal moonshine

like Lightning Queen can sell
for $1.2 million.

Yeah, but Gordon knew
that Shelby would only make

small batches to sell to her
local customers on the cheap.

So Gordon
went behind Shelby's back,

gave Frank the recipe
for Lightning Queen.

But then his conscience
got the better of him.

He realized
he'd made a mistake,

tried to get Frank
to stop making Lightning Queen.

Frank refused,
and so he assaulted him.

So once Frank knew the recipe
for Lightning Queen,

he didn't need Gordon anymore,
so Frank k*lled Gordon?

Hmm. Maybe.

Yes, Gordon told me

that he gave Frank Ford
the recipe for Lightning Queen.

Gordon betrayed you, and
he betrayed the Mackay family.

- But I didn't k*ll him.
- Because you loved him.

- Gordon loved me, too.
- Hmm. Seems like it.

He did.

Got tired of hearing Frank Ford
say what devils we Mackays were.

He was trying to stick up
for me.

'Cause he promised
he'd change?

He did. He changed.
He stopped drinking.

He was trying to give
our marriage a real shot.

Well, a couple shots of whiskey
anyway, and a shot in the head.

You know he was pickled drunk
when he was k*lled, Shelby?

People make mistakes,
all right, but Gordon loved me.

I don't know why
you can't see that.

You ever been in love,
Detective?

I'm talking head over heels,
knots in your stomach,

whole body aches
kind of love?

Yeah, you know what,
I'm not buying

the whole "Love conquers all"
defense, Shelby.

- So what happens now?
- Now I go and find Frank.

But until I do,
you're not going anywhere.

Detective, here are the records
from that phone number

Andrew called you on.

Good. I'm gonna need that file
on Frank Ford, as well.

There's a partial print on
a nine-millimeter shell casing

that's being analyzed now.

Think that might be the nail
in the coffin for Shelby.

Or Frank.

I mean,
they both look good for it,

and we are dealing
with hillbilly justice.

It's in Frank's DNA
to want to screw over Shelby

just because she's a Mackay,
and everyone knows that Shelby

hates those booze cruises.
So what does Frank do?

Make sure he runs booze cruises
to Andrew's bar next door.

Yeah.

I guess the ultimate screw you
to Shelby

would be to sell
the Mackay family moonshine.

And Frank wouldn't let a little thing
like Gordon's guilt get in the way.

So you think Frank
is out there,

bootlegging Lightning Queen
out of his car?

Well, not 500 gallons of it.

I think he's
rum-running it in his boat.

All the evidence
we collected on Frank Ford.

Aha.

I mean, we could notify
the Coast Guard

and get a BOLO out there,

but Frank could be in the middle
of the Atlantic by now.

Not if he wants to sell
that Lightning Queen.

And, also, the subpoena
you requested just came in.

Excellent.

Welcome.

Hey.

Callie. Oh.

No, sorry. After you.

- I just need her for a quick second.
- Sure.

So, I was wondering if we
were still good for tonight?

- Uh, yeah. Sure, we're good.
- Great.

I'll sh**t you an e-mail
with all the info.

- I went with Italian, if that's okay.
- Italian's great.

Great. I know how much
you love Italian, so --

Yeah.

Well, uh,
she's all yours.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

That's just
a work thing.

Okay.

Uh, well, so is this --
uh, the subpoena.

Great. Thanks.

Um, these
are Gordon's first treatments.

Uh, four times admitted
to E.R.

in the first year
he was living here.

Yeah. Alcohol poisoning,
blackouts. Gordon was a regular.

He was flagged
for alcohol dependence

and then asked if he
wanted to be part of a study

on reversing the side effects
of hepatorenal syndrome.

Uh, kidney dysfunction.

- Very good!
- Thank you.

But Gordon declined
to be part of the study.

Well, yeah, of course. They would
have wanted him to stop drinking.

Right,
and then a few weeks later,

Gordon walks in,
all on his own,

and asks if there's still space
in the study,

signs
a participant agreement.

But he kept drinking.

Right, but he also signed
an abstinence agreement,

so I think
that he meant to.

Honestly, if you ask me,
the only reason

why people make
huge lifestyle changes like that

are for loved ones.

So maybe Shelby was right.
Gordon was in love with her.

Daniel.

Great. Send me the GPS
coordinates on my phone.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

How did you find me?

Simple math, took the amount of
gas you could have on the boat

minus the distance it took you
to get to a gas station

before you ran out,
equals me arresting you here.

Arresting me for what
this time?

If all these tanks are filled
with gas, why did you stop?

I was just about
to fill them up.

What, are they empty?

Yeah.
That's why I stopped.

Sure about that, Frank?

Yeah.
Good.

No, no, no, no!

You knew the real money was
in ill*gal moonshine, didn't you?

And what, with the Lightning Queen
being the best hooch going around,

you stole the recipe from Shelby.
- I didn't steal it.

Okay, sorry. You got Gordon to steal
the recipe from Shelby for you.

You can't prove that.

Are you saying that the hooch
I just tasted out of your tanks

wasn't
the Lightning Queen?

All right, then what was it?
Was it, uh...

Blue John, Radiator,
Stump Hole?

Yeah. Got this list
from your boat, Frank.

First I thought
it was just the names

of different types
of moonshines,

but now I know that they're bars
on the Intercoastal Waterway,

places where you had a deal
to sell Lightning Queen.

You're rum-running.

Okay, so I'm rum-running.

But I didn't k*ll Gordon.
I swear I didn't.

Okay, but according to
this text, maybe you didn't,

but I think we both have an idea
who did, don't we?

Radiator, Blue John --
these are all bars.

So what? I'm a bar owner.
I know other bars. Big deal.

Yeah, but selling
Lightning Queen was a big deal, right?

You had the contacts.
Frank had the boat.

But you needed that recipe.
I mean, Shelby --

she hated you the first time
she set eyes on you, right?

So you needed someone
to win her over.

That's why you called Gordon.

Believe me, I had nothing to do
with Gordon marrying Shelby.

Wait.
What is this?

They're phone records
from the cell that you called me

the night that Shelby
tried to burn the bar down.

Turns out you've been in contact
for a full four months

with Gordon
before he even came down here.

Yeah. Gordon came into town.
He was visiting.

He wanted to check out Florida
before he moved here.

I gave him my number,
said we should talk.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
You had his cell number

from the time you
were treasurer at Delta Mu Phi.

Isn't that the fraternity
that you and Gordon joined

while you were
at Tulane together?

And where Gordon
had a reputation

of bedding any coed
that he wanted,

which fit pretty well
into your plans,

wanting to make millions
off the Lightning Queen

so you could get old Gordo
to knock boots with Shelby,

get the recipe.

But one thing
you hadn't counted on

was that he might fall in love
with her.

Gordon wasn't in love with Shelby,
and that's why she k*lled him.

No, but he did
fall in love with her.

So you got Gordon
to meet you, uh,

out at Frank's
5,000-gallon still,

where you got him drunk
on Rottweiler moonshine.

But you --
you still couldn't convince him

to go through with the plan,
could you?

So you put a b*llet
in the back of his head.

This is crazy, man.

I-I don't know anything
about the Lightning Queen

or a 5,000-gallon still.
I-I've never even seen it.

Really? 'Cause we found a
shell casing there by the still.

Had a partial print on it --
well, that's partially true.

It wasn't really
a partial print.

It was a full print.
It was your full print.

Oh, hey. Hey, hey, hey.
Don't look so glum.

Hey, just think what being
arrested for m*rder will do

to drive up sales, huh?

Attaboy.

It's okay, everyone.

I'm pretty sure
the drinks are on the house.

When Gordon came in
for the study, he was tested,

and he was clean, so we know
he was making an effort.

He really did love you.

Thank you.
It means a lot to hear that.

So, what can
I get you folks?

So, this is the kind of place
that I think it is right?

It is.

Thought you'd like to try some
honest-to-goodness moonshine.

And what makes you think
that I haven't?

Good point. Uh, there are
different types of liquor --

uh, sippin', spittin',
and sellin'.

There's also courtin'
and kissin' and --

and what about
the leavin' kind?

I was gonna say loving.

Sorry.
Maybe some other time.

Oh,
you got that work thing?

- Yeah.
- Right.

Oh. Um, okay.

- Okay.
- Well...

So I'm drinking alone,
huh?

Mm-hmm.

Bottoms up.

Call Daniel
and get you a ride home, okay?

Will do.

I'm so sorry I'm late.
I had this thing.

Really, it's all right.
I'm good.

And I am
way underdressed.

Thank you.
You look fantastic.

- Thank you.
- Sure.

I'm just glad
that we got a chance

to actually talk outside
of the hospital.

I mean,
it's not that half sentences

and pregnant pauses
weren't working for me.

But, uh, to be frank,

I would be a little disappointed
if it wasn't awkward.

Yeah, no.
It has been...awkward.

Um,
and a little confusing.

I don't -- you know,
I don't know why you're here.

I thought
you loved Atlanta.

I do love Atlanta,

and Atlanta General's
an amazing facility.

I mean, not -- not that there's
anything wrong with Palm Glade.

But to be completely honest,

the only thing I miss
about working here is you.

Ben...

Okay, just
hear me out.

Okay.

Look, I-I know that what you've
been going through lately

has been rough,

and I know that divorce,
even when it's your decision,

is --
is tough on everybody.

I mean, it can -- it can
really wring somebody out.

There's a lot of change
coming at you at once,

some of which
you don't even see coming.

And, uh, even though
it may seem counterintuitive

to -- to -- to face
one big thing with --

with another big challenge,
I really think --

Ben, seriously,
it is great to see you,

but I have so much going on
in my life right now.

I'm closing
the hospital down, Cal.

You're -- what?

Corporate wants to shut down
Palm Glade Regional.

That's what
I'm doing here.

Okay, um, when?

Does -- does anybody else
know about this?

You're the only person
I've told.

And if all goes according
to plan,

the doors will be shut for good
in about six weeks.

Okay.

And so what happens
to everyone?

Well, for a lot of people,

it means finding
a new job.

But that's what
I wanted to talk to you about.

There's a job for you
at Atlanta memorial.

Atlanta Memorial,
in Atlanta.

Associate Director
of Nursing Services.

You'd be heading up the nurses
and their support staff.

It's better money.
It's better benefits.

And since it's
a full teaching hospital,

you get a full ride to finish up
your medical degree.

A full ride?

But in,
like, a full ride?

Yeah,
as in free tuition.

I don't -- I don't --
I don't know what to say.

Well, the good news is

that you don't have to
say anything tonight.

Shall we?