01x03 - There Is No I In Denial

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Previously on "Moonshine."

The Moonshine is mine.
43 percent mine.

You lost your right to
this place when you left.

Maybe you and Rhian
should just have it out,

once and for all.

Finley-Cullens are going down.
You know where to find me at.

- Is it serious? Oh!
- Married.

I'm sleeping with your husband.

This is all your fault.

Whaaaa!

Ah!

Whoops, can't forget the syrup!

You okay?

Why wouldn't I be?

Well, we haven't talked about...

What? Lidia prison raping my future,

Or the psycho goat that ate my finger?

Or that you've been banging my sister,

Like a pop machine
that stole your toonie?

It's just that, I've been
reading up on our situation.

"Affair, don't despair",

Has a list of do's and don'ts

For an amicable dissolution
of a marriage.

Oh, Ter, there's no
do's or don't-do's.

We're done.

Done, like we're, we're done.

Like dinner. I mean, breakfast.

Oops! Wrong plate.

I should go.

Septic truck was stolen
off of route 3.

What kind of sicko
jacks a septic truck?

I'll pack this up for you.

Have a good day.

Happiness is a choice.

Ahhhh!

Okay, Moonshine 2.0.

I've laid out a three-tiered plan.

Step one, maintenance,
update, and refresh.

Sounds like a spa date for grandma.

Marketing.

Now, word of mouth
is our bread and butter,

- But we need more.
- Maybe we can take it online.

Oh, sure, let the campers
see what they're not getting,

Instead of complaining
when they get here.

See, we can design a digital strategy

to help build brand
recognition revenue

so we can eventually afford...
Step three!

So, what do you think?

It's really somethin'.

Yeah. You said it.

I get it, I get it.

You're thinking, how are we gonna pay

for this grand project?

We aren't paying. The bank is.

You spoke to the bank about this?

Yeah, I'm meeting the manager today.

If we use our combined
revenue to secure

a small business loan for phase one,

And then, after the increased revenue,

we finance a world-class build.

Does Foxton do world-class?

Best part?
You don't have to do a thing.

I will handle it all.

Except...

- Spit it out.
- Rhian.

I'm just uh, I'm just uh...

Oh, good lord. You're scared of Rhian.

Everybody's scared of Rhian.

No! No, not me.

No, we're in a great place, yeah.

She's just adjusting to me...
being here.

She wants me gone. Permanently.

You know what? Forget it.

This is so silly. We're adults,

We will work this out ourselves.

All under control.

Well, that was pretty impressive.

But it-it's nice
she's taking an interest.

Look, I just don't want Lidia

Getting all fired up about this.

We both know she can't go to the bank.

Good lord! As if.

- And Rhian?
- Oh, she'll be fine.

Just like when she was a baby...

colicky.

So, you're saying I'm right
about the Moonshine

being a cover for
a smuggling operation.

Listen, I got an anonymous tip

that might corroborate the idea

That there's been
smuggling in the area, Colin.

If you're right, emphasis on 'if,'

then maybe we can get out
of this hell-hole department

by bringing the big case on our own.

Right, well, while
we're discussing protocol,

hypothetically speaking, of course,

w-what are the ethics of having
a romantic relationship

with a suspect?

What's-her-name with nine fingers?

Colin, do not stick
your d*ck in crazy.

What? No, god, no.
I was just wondering.

It's a no-no. It mucks up the case.

How so?

Well, say someone were
to acquaint themselves

doggy-style to a perp
they pick up at some

third-rate tiki bar in Niagara Falls?

Now, the guy might claim entrapment.

Sure, you vow never to do it again.

Next thing you know,

you are ba*ls deep in a pile
of Bolivian happy powder

While some Calgary rodeo clown
gets what's good.

So, to summarize?

Pro tip, rookie: Don't do it.

Big mistake.

Big, glorious,

multi-orgasm mistake.

Got it.

Okay, so, I talked to the
landlord about the apartment

and also about his pit bull, Clara.

She was weaned too soon, so
the place smells like pee now,

but that is okay
because he said he'd knock

A few bucks off the security
deposit, which is awesome

because it means... The place is ours!

As soon as pony up! Ah, ha!

Oh, my god, Ryan, come on!
We need to figure this out!

Listen, listen, okay.

I know that you're not,
like, one of those guys,

you know, with drivers' licences,

And suits,

And bank jobs, and names like Barry.

No, I unclog toilets all week.

Yeah, like a boss, you do!

You are great at that!

But we have to find ways
other than just plumbing

and sweeping, to monetize

And reach our full potential.

Remember that as*h*le, Johnny D?

Yeah, he had cornrows at prom, right?

Yeah. He thought he was cool as sh*t.

Everybody thought he was a loser.

Losers don't know they're losers.

That's how come they
keep being losers.

What if I'm...

Baby, will you still love me

if we didn't get that apartment?

Now, that's not gonna happen.

It's not gonna happen.
My vision board says so.

My vision board says so!

Oh!

You have two minutes and six seconds

before Bryan Adams
stops whining. What's up?

We need to talk.

Oh, it is too early for vague, Lidia.

The situation with Terry. Rhian...

No. No way, this conversation
is not happening.

My situation,
I've got it under control.

- It will blow over.
- I don't...

Also, don't pretend you're
here out of sisterly concern.

I came here out
of self-preservation, okay?

- Okay.
- You know when Rhian used

to freak out when we were younger?

You mean, like, set fire
to the ice castle

at winter formal because someone wore

the same bubble dress as her?
What's your point?

I pitched the Moonshine reboot,

and mom and dad didn't shut me down.

Oh, you're the ice castle.

When Rhian finds out about my plans...

Hmm, you're being paranoid.

- She's on the warpath.
- Relax.

I am the adultery canary
in a vengeance coalmine.

And until she comes for my a*s,
you are in the clear!

- Hey? Problem solved.
- Mm-hmm.

What?

What?

Winter is coming.

Curse your shitty, domestic car!

Need a lift?

No, you don't even have a CD player.

- Got a tape deck.
- You have a time machine

so I can go back to
whenever tapes existed?

Hey, don't disrespect Beulah.
She's seen some miles.

I drove her up here from LA in '82.

- 1882?
- Jump in, girl,

Your mom wants you home.

Dumpy campground isn't my home.

Come on, Bruce, just
tell her you never saw me.

- 50 bucks.
- Huh, she paid me $75.

Big date?

Hmm?

You know you're only
wearing one shoe, right?

Oh, bank meeting.

Apparently, in addition
to my missing shoe,

I also need proof I own
shares in this place.

We have Felicia's will.

Turns out, she could've willed me

a fireman with an eight-pack.
Doesn't mean he exists.

I need a copy of a
shareholder's agreement,

- A deed, something.
- Have you asked mom and dad?

No way.

Told them you had things under control

And don't want to admit you don't?

- Or Rhian wants you dead.
- She's out for blood,

and I'm afraid I'm next.

- Is that...
- Hm?

My shoe!

Handcrafted in Milan.

Worth more than a human child.

Huh.

Ugh! Is that sh*t?

I've been thinking sewage.

Stops me from puking in my mask.

Well, Rhian got me, too.
Graffitied a King-Kong-sized

- vag*na at the station, so...
- I'm pretty sure King Kong

was the dude with a thing for blondes.

As much as I'd love to sit here

and discuss fictional
primate genitalia,

I'm gonna need ya to sack up

and go and arrest your wife, Terry.

- Rhian's going through a lot.
- Yeah, I know. I get it.

She's hurt, and angry.

Doesn't excuse the fact
that she has become

a one-woman t*rror1st organization.

It's gonna take her awhile

to come to terms
with our relationship, okay.

We don't have a relationship.
We have sex.

Nora, things are out in the open now.

We can be together.

- Dating, boyfriend, girlfriend.
- Uh...

- You've heard of that, right?
- Terry, no, we're not,

this is, we're not dating, okay.

We're not going steady. I don't
want you to ask me to the dance.

This whole thing was a mistake.

- You wanna break up?
- We're not breaking up,

because there's nothing to break.

You can't end something
that never started.

Okay, okay. Then this is our start.

Wednesday, 11:06 a.m..

You and me are now us.

Here, now,

And hopefully, forever.

Oh god. I gotta go.

as*h*le!

Oh, good! Good, good, good.
I need to talk to you.

Same! Wow, Finley-Cullen voodoo.

- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
- Ha!

Speaking of, has Rhian
said anything to you lately?

Yeah, she called me stupid.
Twice. Today.

You don't recover from some hurts.

Uh, about the Moonshine.
Revenge plots.

Anything that might get in the
way of my plans for this place.

That's right!

You are the planning one of this fam.

Goal-orientated, ambitious.

Making it happen with the
intensity of Charles Manson

- or Céline Dion!
- Thanks?

That's why I wanted
to talk to you, Lids.

I get this vibe from Crystal,

That she might dump me if I
don't get my sh*t together.

I need to make money.

You wanna get your life together?

You can't do it for someone else,

You gotta work it out for yourself.

- Can I get a hint?
- Ryan! God!

You really want my honest opinion?

Truth is the mother of change.

Finish high school. Get a haircut.

Go to AA.

That's it!

You're a genius, Lids! Namaste!

Ooh!

Jumpy, much?

Well, the rumour mill's
working overtime,

thanks to the giant tribute
to Yoni, at the studio.

And I get it. But you know
what really chaps my a*s?

None of you know the real
story, and you're judging.

Well, guess what,
open book time, b*tches!

That's right! Gimme a call.

We can talk about the truth,
then, judge away!

Careful though, she who casts
the first stone...

Wow, lot of curious cats
and eager beavers out there.

Caller, you're on the air.
Don't beat around my bush.

Are you sleeping with my husband, too?

No, Kate, I'm not.

But, you might wanna have
a chat with Mr. Parker,

The middle school phys-ed

teacher about the rubby
he gave your hubby!

- What are you talking...
- Keep those calls comin',

like you're Mr. Parker, y'all!

The truth is on tap

and it is happy hour all day long.

Sick uniform.

Post that, and I sue.

Hey, that's no way to talk
to a customer, come on.

Oh!

Are you kidding me?
What is wrong with you?

Yo, can you hook me up
with some fries, or like...

Probably.

So, why are you working here
if you hate it so much?

Mom sentenced me to hard
labour after I tried to runaway.

Whatever. Just means I can save up

to pay for a ticket back to New York.

You're making minimum wage,
minus taxes,

Plus the fact that no one
ever gets paid around here,

Means that you'll have
enough for a bus ticket

In like, 20 years.

Oh!

Oh, well, this is fun.

Have a kick-a*s day doing nothing,

- While I get grease acne.
- Okay!

I'm gonna dip. Later, man!

Hey, I, I thought we were gonna hang.

Yeah, I'm gonna go to
the beach with some friends.

Yeah, that sounds cool.

Kind of like a me and them... thing.

Oh, yeah. No, I wasn't
inviting myself.

- Cool.
- I-I was gonna...

I probably shouldn't say.

Hey, come on.

- Magic mushrooms.
- You have shrooms?

Well, found my uncle's shroom shack.

That's sick! Are you gonna
show me, or what?

Well... I don't know.

Hey, you can trust me, come on.

Jill, hey!

You in the market for some art?

Oh, yeah, not just yet.

Felicia's trailer
is a design challenge.

Boho-chic-spinster.

- You mean it's a dump.
- It is.

I have to go through
her mountain of journals

To find paperwork for the Moonshine.

I didn't know you kept
all her old junk.

Felt wrong to throw it all out.

Mostly just old lotto tickets
and porn.

At least, I think it's porn.

I'd be happy to go
through it with ya, hun.

Really? Yes! Yes, thank you!

- That would be amazing.
- Okay.

- Okay, I'll call you.
- Okay.

Um, could you maybe not
tell my mother?

Trying to keep a whole
I've got things under control,

- so relax, vibe.
- Yeah, secret's safe with me.

Thank you.

She's digging around.
She's looking for records.

There is nothing
to be concerned about.

She kept Felicia's journals.

This is not her screwing around
with your goat festival, Bea.

My daughter. My problem.

Have a lovely afternoon.

Hey, man. Fills my heart
to see ya here.

You guys, uh, AA-ing it up in there?

- Steps, and stuff?
- You bet! Come on in!

Oh, no, I'm not really a
surrender to higher power guy.

Also, could you let your
tribe of truth know

I got mushrooms for sale.

Organic, home-grown, limited batch,

Psilocybin awesome.

- You here to sell drugs?
- Mushrooms!

My one-way path to sobriety!
See, when I'm super high,

I don't even think about booze.
That's the magic!

Ryan, you get that
I can't have you out here

Selling shrooms, right?

- We'll let the people decide.
- Not happening.

Why don't you come on in?

Uh, I'm not gonna lie to you,

Those donuts are callin' my name,

And I'm the mayor of munchie
town, right now.

Ah, donuts on me, cuz!

Namaste, brother.
Keep doin' you. Sprinkles!

- Hmm.
- Now we're talkin'!

Don't worry, Eleanor
and Finn are okay!

Wait, what do you mean, okay?

Oh, my god!

No, no, no!

Rhian!

Arson, maybe.

- Rhian.
- We don't know that.

Yeah, sewage and graffiti
is one thing, but this?

She was wearing these exact
same gardening gloves all day.

I bet there's a whole supply
shed full of those things.

Rhian knew I was searching
for proof of my inheritance,

And Aunt Felicia's journals
just happened to get destroyed?

No. No. I demand a full investigation.

It's a bit of burnt paper.
You're being dramatic.

Arson brings that out in me!
I'm quirky like that.

Rhian is a lot of something,
but she's not a criminal.

Oh, she'd never do something
crazy like

Pump a cop car full of raw sewage,

Or spray paint a massive cooch
on the side of a building!

You two have got to stop bickering!

You're seriously not
gonna do anything?

Right. This is on us.

We're terrible parents. Pile it on.

I'm out, okay? You guys settle this.

I'm gonna go find my children
before she sells them for parts.

This was an accident.

We don't know that.

This was an accident.

Private property.

- Private problem.
- Bea...

You've been playing games
with my daughters, Terry.

You're gonna give me this one.

I'm armed and dangerous!

- Huh.
- Oh.

What are the odds we'd bump
into each other out here?

Pretty good, actually.

You've been following me
all day, which is annoying!

Look, what happened between us,
our little, you know,

- interlude, can't happen again.
- Okay.

That's it?

No pleading?

No passionate indignation?

You're a real boy scout, huh?

I was actually.

I'm the only one at the jamboree

To get the nut culture badge.
It's a real thing.

You have to grow nuts in the wild.

I'm a lawyer.

Interesting.

I'm in the market for a lawyer.

Any experience contesting wills?

Oh, yeah. Family law was my jam.

I had to leave that
all behind, though,

So I might be a bit rusty.

Got burned-out,
needed some time away, so,

that's why I'm here at the Moonshine.

Did you hear that?
Indiscriminate campers.

They think they can squat for free.

I hate them with the
passion of a thousand hells.

No, no, no, rules are meant
to be followed, not broken.

Yes!

Well, if you're gonna be out
here, you know,

Tromping around, you might
as well come along.

Sweet!

One-time deal. Strictly professional.

You touch me, I end you.

Whoa!

There's gotta be like,
500 pounds or something

in here, man.

- Yeah, pretty cool, eh?
- Yeah!

Man, we're gonna get sea god high!

You don't know much
about shrooms, do you?

You have to let them dry out
first. They're not ready.

Hmm. Too bad.

Be fun to trip with you.

- I like it here.
- Me too.

Except for like,
the sheep sh*t and the dust.

Yeah, it's gross.

- Hey, we should go.
- Beach?

- Yeah, it's sounds fun.
- Sweet.

Oh, look! The arsonist.

What are you doing?

Oh, just catching up on my
"go rot in hell, Lidia."

Campers aren't allowed in the office.

Oscar... is my attorney.

I don't practice much anymore.

But have been retained by your sister,

- to assist in the matter.
- You got served!

You don't even know what that means.

My client intends
to contest your will.

Secret plan that, b*tch.

Your client is going to jail for arson.

You don't actually think
I started that fire.

Yes, I actually think
you started that fire.

If I had,

I would've finished the job.

See? A threat!

You've hated me since we were kids.

Resented me, envied me,
wanted me gone.

Well, guess what, sister,
there's a new sheriff in town,

And she may not have had
her roots coloured in weeks,

But that just makes her meaner!
You are going down!

Oscar, would you please
instruct my so-called sister

to direct any future
disrespect to my attorney?

Shut your pro bono.
This is between me and her.

- Bring it!
- Already brought!

You were warned!

You can't be serious.

Act like as*h*le kids,

get treated like as*h*le kids.

The "flip-flop of truth"
will settle this.

You showed up to this bucket of crazy?

Never miss 'em.
Especially when it's Rhian.

- Primo content. Popcorn?
- No.

- Feelin' better, babe?
- Yeah! Totally!

I got a plan for the shrooms.

Practically sellin' themselves.

Good, I knew you could do it!

I don't get it.

Old Finley-Cullen judiciary system.

Crunchy granola way to resolve fights.

What's with the flip-flop?

So, each rival party
has a minute to explain

to the flip-flop,
why they deserve an apology.

Right.

So, the family anonymously
votes the winner.

So, once the flip-flop has spoken

and the apology has been tendered,

the conflict may never
be mentioned again.

Ah! Makes sense.

We are gathered here,

Torn by conflict.

To hear the tragic
tale of Lenny Rogers.

"Lenny Rogers was a hippie.

And a friend to all, it's true.

Until that night he had
a spat with a pal,

by the name of Blue.

And on that dark and forlorn night,

that little spat, it grew.

Insults were thrown,
and then a fist or two.

When it was done, Lenny left,

hate in his heart and dreams, askew.

The fog rolled in and Lenny took off

in flip-flops and an old canoe.

That was the last anyone saw of Len.

Except for this one shoe.

So, today, we heed this tale

For what Lenny taught is true:

You bury the hatchet
with those you love,

or fate will bury you."

No.

Lidia stole my legacy.

When she abandoned us, in 1998,

she swore she would never come back.

Plus, she doesn't own squat.

No shareholder's agreement,
no inheritance.

'Cause you burned it to the ground!

- No, I didn't.
- Uh, P.S., this is crazy.

Adults don't settle criminal charges

by talking to a flip-flop!

No flip-flop, no talking.

In the name of Lenny.

In Lenny's name.

- Len-ny! Len-ny!
- Stop it!

- This is serious!
- So is mental illness.

- And those shorts! Cuffs!
- No bueno.

I am the holder of the flip-flop! Me!

So, shut up! Both of you!

Anyways, I was saying,

it's no secret to
anyone that Lidia sucks.

She turned Goddess Fest,
and my life, to sh*t,

and now we're more broke than usual.

She doesn't know
how hard I have worked

all of these years.

Bloody finger, sweat, and tears.

That's what keeps
the Moonshine afloat.

Not her stupid New York ideas.

Lidia should apologize.

More importantly, she should leave.

Oh.

Good, tough stuff, but you know.

Here we go! What you got?

Yes, I swore I would never
come back to the Moonshine.

Nora vowed she'd marry Kurt
Cobain and start a punk band.

Oh, and Ryan wanted
to be Prime Minister.

Oh, my god, I can totally see that!

You are way hotter than Trudeau.

- Rhian shouldn't apologize.
- Nope.

You all should, to me.

I sacrificed everything to be here.

Oh, come on, Lids! Get off the cross!

You've been here a few weeks,
what did you sacrifice,

Soul cycle pass? Mani-pedis?

You do not have the flip-flop,
I have the flip-flop!

Rhian is angry.

Okay, yeah, I get that.

But you can't excuse
her psycho behaviour.

You're enablers.
Okay, fine, I get that, too.

You can't fight genetics.

But how come someone can't
enable me, for once?

I mean, I'm trying
to save the Moonshine,

and I can't even have two shoes!

After what I'm trying to do,

I deserve my mani-pedi, damnit!

Okay, we've heard Rhian's flip,

and Lidia's flop.

Now is the time to vote on the truth.

Apologize and bury this
conflict forever.

That was quick.

Uh, sorry, family only.

Suck my d*ck, Rhian.

Girlfriend's a pig.

Okay.

As it is written,

So shall it be.

- Rhian wins.
- Oh! Oh!

Lidia, apologize.

What?! That's bullshit!

Flip-flop has spoken!

I won. You have to.

No, actually, I don't.

- I invoke oars!
- Oh!

- What?!
- Okay! Yes!

- Yes!
- Okay!

When's the last time that's happened?

So, invoking oars is like a veto?

More like, sudden death.
You win the boat race,

the other person has to apologize,

Unless they declare cheese heads.

- Cheese heads?
- Yeah, I'm kidding.

It ends with this.

Uh, you can only invoke oars
once in a lifetime.

In Finley-Cullen land, this
is actually a very big deal.

Lookin' a little rusty, over there.

When I beat you,
I'm gonna rip your head off

and put it on the front of my boat.

Get ready to drown, nine fingers!

Let's go, ladies!

Come on!

Ooh!

Come on, Lids, give it to her!

- Lidia, yeah!
- No, no, no, damnit!

- Yes! Yes! Yes!
- Come on!

- Keep going! Come on!
- Do you see that?

ow!

All right, halfway there!

What is happening? Get the thing!

Let's do it!

- Almost there! Almost there!
- Yeah.

Come on, guys!

Wooooooo!

There is it!

I am the winner! Woo! Suck it!

Hey, what's up with the line?

Bro, you see that hot
chick at the counter?

That's my sister.

Well, if you ask your hot
sister for extra tartar sauce,

And slip her $10,

You get a gram of shrooms
with your order.

- Gimme one second.
- Michael!

Why is the line so long?

This is big money.

You said that you wouldn't
tell anyone, Michael.

Chill. We've already made like $500.

We'll cut you in.

What do you think's gonna
happen when Uncle Ryan finds out?

He's fried all the time.
He's not gonna notice.

What does this have to do with him?

- Michael!
- What?

You told me those were your shrooms.

Yeah, they were, once I took 'em.

- Just get out of here.
- Oh.

- Go!
- Fine!

Oh, what's comin' in?

- I'm sorry, Rhian.
- Hmm.

- I didn't mean what I said.
- Mm-hmm.

You know what?
Actually, I did mean it.

Especially the part about
making this place special again.

For all of us.

I want my kids to be able to
come here when they're adults,

and bring their kids.

I want them to be proud
of what we've built.

I was always better at water sports.

Did you see her stroke?

I think one arm is
shorter than the other.

I don't mean to desecrate
your victory,

but I know how much you
appreciate following the rules,

doing the right thing.

Spit it out.

Lidia threw the race.

I saw.

She dropped her oar on purpose.

She-she let you win.

She thinks I need her pity?

Damn her, and her perfect nose.

I had to tell you the truth.

This is why I don't trust anyone.

I'm not just anyone.

Whoa.

Sorry for the extended
musical interlude, folks.

I had to visit the Moonshine asylum.

My producer tells me
advertisers are pulling out

like golers at a family reunion.

No more calls. Well, the truth hurts!

And like a dominatrix of real,
Nora has spanked you all.

Oh, look at that, one last brave soul.

You've got Nora slinging
honestly and puking truth.

What's your question?

Long-time listener; first-time caller.

I, I didn't expect to hear from you.

Hope you didn't call
to request "creep."

What about "Nothing Compares 2u?"

- Not familiar.
- I caught you singin' it once.

All right, caller, I'll hook you up,

But I'm playing the
Chris Cornell version.

- Thanks for the call.
- Wait.

I want some truth, too.

I can feel myself aging.
Something on your mind, caller?

I need you to know
that I'm not playing games.

And I hope you aren't, either.

I need to know...

Do you love me?

Well, caller...

I'm not sure I can do love.

Not now.

Not ever.

- Why don't I do love?
- Let me tell ya.

Love is like a semi

doing 100 in the wrong Lane,

and you're the blind as*h*le
hell-bent on playing chicken.

It forces you to put skin in the game,

but it is a sucker's bet.

Love makes you do things
you never would.

End up places you never wanted to be.

Is it worth it, listener?

Hey um, before you say anything,

I have to tell you something.

I screwed up! We were robbed.

The shroom stash is gone.

But-but that was all that we had!

I-I already told my mom
that we were moving.

And everything. What do I do now?

Go out and find some guy
who crushes life,

Raking in $40,000 a year.
Not some loser, like me.

Is that what you want?

You know, I... I've been out there,

trying to figure out
what I'm here for.

What my life's about. What's my plan?

It's not out there.

It's right here.

You're my plan, Crystal.

Oh!

You are not a loser.

Okay? I don't date losers.

And we'll just um,

we'll just figure out some other way

of getting the apartment, right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah!

- Yeah!
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey, can't really talk.

I'm assuming you didn't find anything

and we should book you a flight back.

No, I found something. Something big.

Just can't
really get into it right now.

All right, paranoia Pete.
And the sister?

Digitally challenged goat cookie?

- Her name is Rhian.
- Her name is who cares.

You didn't do anything
stupid, did you?

No!

Of course not.

I can't talk. I'll call ya later.

Bea, I'm headin' up to bed.

- I'll be in soon.
- Good.

You know me too well.

Yep. Well, you've had a long day.

- It's not over yet.
- Hmm.

Oh, I figured out what's been goin' on

- with the Oscar guy.
- Who?

The guy, snoopin' around,
asking Ryan questions.

I don't think he's
anything to worry about.

Not for us, at least.

Do tell!

I think he has a crush on Rhian!

Well, well.

Oh, God knows that child

- Needs a bit of sunshine.
- Uh huh!

You think she did it?

It wasn't her.

I mean, Felicia had the
wiring replaced last spring.

Things don't just combust.

No, they don't.

It had to be done, Sammy.

I couldn't have Lidia pokin'
around in those journals.

This is not her cross to bear.

Your aunt Felicia knew
about Jill, the smuggling,

and the deal I made with her,
to save this place.

No, you don't
have to explain anything.

No one got hurt.

It's all good.

Ah, I'm sorry.

I didn't wanna drag you into this.

I know. I wanna help.

I know, Sammy.

I know.

Good night.

Goodnight.