-I want to raft. -[chuckles]: A what?
Like with rafts on a river.
[laughs] Sorry!
Blondie?
Actually, yeah.
-I'm here for you. -And Laila.
I need something more to work with.
Tuna. That's, uh, some guy Wally and Wyatt would talk about.
Who is Tuna?
He's my fucking boss.
The hardware is all his.
Place is further up the road.
Every shipment passes through there. Oregon to Jalisco.
BETH: I don't even know what he looks like!
-GEORGE: Look for the buckskin. -BETH: Fiona.
Hi, are you busy?
TUNA: Who are you?
Beth Burgess. I'm a journalist.
We don't need the publicity, so you'll have to leave.
BETH: There might be people
who would be interested
-to hear how awful he is. -[grunts]
Look, I need to know where the stash is.
Hey! Hey!
-What are you doing? -[grunts]
-Yes! Amazing! -[squealing]
-[grunts, yells] -Oh, my God!
No! Come on!
[gunshot]
♪
♪ I'd like to thank the guy♪
♪ Who wrote the song♪
♪ That made my baby♪
♪ Fall in love with me♪
♪ Who put the bomp in the bomp bah bomp bah bomp?♪
♪ Who put the ram in the rama lama ding dong?♪
♪ Who put the bop in the bop shoo bop shoo bop?♪
♪ Who put the dip in the dip da dip da dip?♪
♪ Who was that man?♪
♪ I'd like to shake his hand♪
♪ He made my baby fall in love with me♪
♪ Yeah♪
♪ When my baby heard...♪
-[beeping] -[zippers jiggling]
Favorite pants.
All right, Patty. You're good.
Just leave the cookies with us.
Oh, I baked these special for Jimmy.
[scoffs softly]
You're a crooked bunch.
♪ She said we'd never have to part♪
♪ Well, who put the bomp in the bomp bah bomp bah bomp?♪
-One kiss. -♪ Who put the ram in the rama lama ding dong?♪
♪ Who put the bop in the bop shoo bop shoo bop?♪
♪ Who put the dip in the dip da dip da dip?♪
-[gate buzzes] -[sighs]
[both laugh]
[Patty takes deep breath]
-Patty! Ease up. -[gasps]
Sorry. Sorry, hon.
[chuckling]
-Couldn't help it. -Mm, it's-it's okay.
-I missed you. -Yeah, me, too.
I missed those lips.
And these lips have been missing their sweet baby.
I bet you say that to all the girls who come to visit you.
No, no, no. Listen up, Patty Cake.
I'm a one-woman show.
I'm all Patty, all the time.
[Toni chuckles]
-Alone at night on the farm... -Mm-hmm.
...I think of you.
Yeah? What you be thinking?
-What it would be like if you were out, -Mm-hmm.
and we were together on the open road.
And you got a bed in that van of yours?
Oh, yeah. [chuckles]
-Just big enough for two. -[laughter]
Keep you warm on them cold, winter nights.
Tell me how.
I'd do it just how you like it.
-Little fast. -Okay.
-Little slow. -[moans]
-And somewhere in between. -[gasps]
[both laugh]
So, you know, my commissary's getting just a little low.
Whatever you need, darling.
Yeah? You can do something for me?
-Patty Cake? -[sighs]
[chanting softly]: Patty Cake. Patty Cake. Patty...
[both laugh]
[Patty sighs]
Arms up.
OFFICER: Out the gate!
[gate buzzes]
I got this.
-Clean. -[gate buzzes]
♪
[door buzzes]
-OFFICER: Door closing. -[door buzzes]
Yes.
[grunting rhythmically]
[clears throat]
[laughs]
[sighs]
♪
Good evening, I'm Tessa Flores.
And I'm standing in the now quiet Munango Valley Ranch,
a destination wedding venue with a terrible secret.
It's here where Charles "Tuna" Billingham--
a former U.S. Marine turned entrepreneur--
was running the largest firearms trafficking operation
in Colorado history.
An operation that last night turned deadly.
Real fast.
And that's when he came out of nowhere and-and attacked me.
And, um, well, I happened to have a pistol, and I...
I shot him.
-What? Fiona murdered a guy? -Hey, hey, what are you doing?
-I want to hear this. -That-that could've been you.
It also was me.
Of course Tessa fails to mention that.
-He could've killed you. -[shushing]
-What? -TESSA [on TV]: But the story doesn't end here.
Earlier today, investigators came across
this neglected storehouse.
It's here where police found the remains of two bodies...
-What? -Bodies! Do you know what that means?
Yeah. Clearly, an actual serial murderer
-could've murdered you. -Yeah, exactly.
So, if Tuna is a proven killer,
and Wallace was going behind his back,
doesn't that make Tuna an excellent new suspect?
What are you talking about?
-[stammers] Beth. -George knew.
George totally knew.
Uh, I-I'm actually worried about you.
Th-This is textbook crazy behavior.
It's clearly not safe. I mean, l-look at your head.
-Okay. You're overreacting. -Am I?
I work in law enforcement.
[sighs] Baby...
You give fines to people who fish with two poles
-instead of one. -All right.
Overfishing is a real problem.
I-I just want you to be safe.
You don't-- You don't care about me being safe.
You want to drag me off to the woods
so that I can give birth to stuff.
-[phone vibrating] -That's not fair-- What?
What? D-Don't answer that.
We're not done here. [stammers]
Hello?
WOMAN: Beth? That you?
Who's this? -What? Wh-Who is it? Just hang up.
Like you got so many people blowing up your phone
past 9:00. Who do you think it is?
-Wait, Toni? -What-- Toni? Toni Toni?
-Two minutes. Two minutes. -Toni's in prison.
How? There was no operator.
[singsongy]: Your girl got herself a cellphone.
How'd you get it?
I got my ways, but let's talk about the important shit.
-Tuna. -Oh, my God. Did you see the news?
Yes. And what did I tell you?
You were right about everything.
All of it.
I mean, you think he could be the one?
Yeah, I really think so.
Hey...
♪ Beth Burgess♪
-[laughs] -♪ Beth Burgess♪
♪ About to save the day, come on with it♪
♪ Hey, about to save the day♪
-[laughs] -Listen, I should really get back to bed.
No, no, no, no, no. Absolutely not.
This is the first time I get a cell phone in three years.
You're not gonna crap out on me this early.
-[chuckling] -Your husband or whoever the hell, they can wait.
We got other shit to talk about. Come on.
BETH: Okay, here's what I've been dying to ask:
Why'd you get married?
Ooh, all right, all right.
[chuckles] No, just 'cause, you know, you're so young,
and-and beautiful and smart, funny and...
You know, he was, he was kind of a-a douchebag.
Well, Wally was down for anything.
Didn't matter if I was wiling out
or dragging him to some comic book store,
he was into it.
Hmm.
-So, you were, you were comfortable with him. -Yeah.
I mean, he was a crazy-ass white boy
who wasn't afraid of anything.
[chuckles] Nothing.
But I guess I wanted some of that superpower.
I mean, those are good reasons, I guess.
No, they're not. [scoffs]
Wally was a bad choice.
Like, so, so bad. The worst.
Why'd you marry your dude?
Oh, enormous penis. [chuckles]
-TONI: For real? -[chuckles]: It's fine.
[both laughing]
[horn honking]
♪
-Hello? -[gasps]
Hey, mama, how are you?
Listen, I think I might have PTSD.
Do you? Come here.
I'm all right. I just-- Wh-Where's all my work?
Oh, okay, you're not gonna believe this.
So, um, last night, after the story broke,
I was trending.
-Me, I was trending nationally on Twitter. -Yeah. Fiona's story has
really captured the country's attention.
Oh, also, Trent and I got back together.
Wow, killing that kid really turned your life around, huh?
[sighs] Big-time. [chuckles]
What's all this?
We're starting a podcast. Exciting, right?
It's an in-depth look at Tuna's operation.
Fiona will be hosting. One Woman, Many Guns:
The Shootout at Munango Valley.
Okay, but we release this as a run-up to my story?
Right? I mean, that could be good.
So, Fiona works Tuna, I work the Wallace angle,
and all roads lead back to exonerating Toni.
I like it.
To be clear, this is not a Toni story.
All right? Just Tuna.
But the two are connected.
-Uh, where's the proof? -Oh, my God.
I'm finding it!
I appreciate your blind commitment to this woman, Beth.
I mean, it's journalistically irresponsible
and sometimes hard to watch, but it's very sweet.
Wait, so you're canning it?
No, it's just on the back burner.
So, Fiona walks into a building and kills a guy,
and she's a hero.
What does Toni have to do to get that superpower?
Hey, I saved your life that night.
-I mean, sort of. -Sort of?
Are you, are you serious right now?
You were trapped in a little room,
crying, and I literally swooped in and rescued you.
-Okay. I wasn't crying. -She was cr-- She was sobbing.
-It was pathetic, okay? -PIERRE: Wow. I can't believe
you're actually fucking turning on her after that.
-I'm not turning on her. -FIONA: Okay, you know what?
I don't need this shit. [sniffles]
Okay. She's overreacting. That's not normal.
No, I just don't understand you.
How could you do that to sweet Fiona?
She's a literal angel.
Nice.
[phone ringing, vibrating]
Hello?
Yeah, this is she.
Yes, yeah, I did call you, um...
Hi, um...
As I mentioned in my voice mail,
I was hoping to sit down with one of your inmates.
Charles Billingham.
Yeah, that's right.
Yeah, it's for a podcast.
No, no. I-I know you're a jail guard.
It's just that, see, um,
he doesn't have a publicist listed online,
so I was thinking-- Hello?
[sighs]: Shit.
[exhales sharply]
[sighs]
Hey, I'm really sorry.
I think I-I-I probably do have PTSD like you said.
I might have a way of
getting you into the jail to see Tuna,
if-if you're interested at all.
Leave me alone.
-Okay. I'll-I'll shut up. -Great.
[typing]
What did you have in mind?
Well, it's my connection, so I'd have to come with you.
[chuckles] No.
No, thank you. I don't need your help.
Okay. Suit yourself.
[typing]
Oh, my God, fine, yes. Okay, you can come.
Just tell me what to do.
[groans]
-[beeps] -MARCUS: Hey, babe.
The reunion thing is in, uh, T-minus two hours.
So, uh, what do we want with our steaks tonight?
I think we've got pilaf, or, uh...
What the hell?
Beth, where's my elk?
That is 34 steaks.
[stammers] Chuck, sirloin...
[sighs]
Just...
-Goddamn it. Call me back. -[knocking]
Let me see 'em.
[quietly]: Show him.
All premium elk.
Very fresh.
-[sighs] Can't do it. -Travis.
It'd take you 30 years to get a stash like this,
and we both know it.
Stop being a coward and take the meat.
You get ten minutes.
And if anyone asks, you're his lawyers.
Oh. I got it.
[gate buzzes]
[gate opens]
[quietly]: Oh. Oh, my God. Okay. Hey.
Mm-hmm.
[quiet chatter]
[whispering]: I thought this place was gonna be cool, but it's not.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
OFFICER: Next visitor, let's go.
-[clears throat] -Pick up the phone.
Oh.
Well, you're not my lawyers.
No, we're not, um,
but we are here to give you a chance
to speak in the court of public opinion.
Um, I am doing a podcast
about your criminal enterprise,
and I would love for you to be a guest.
[fading]: Well, it'd be a chance for you to share your side of the story.
And we'd paint you in a very sympathetic light.
You-you do know what a podcast is, yes?
They're-they're very popular.
I'm sorry. Is he, like, obsessed with you or something?
-What is happening? -[mutters]
Hello again.
Hmm.
Hello, Beth Burgess.
Yeah, that-that-that's right. Good-good memory.
-Um... -Mm-hmm.
Okay, I'm gonna be frank with you, Mr. Billingham.
Um...
I just came from the D.A.'s office,
and it's-it's not looking good for you.
You're facing multiple life sentences.
But there is something you can do to help yourself.
Confess.
Your sentence will be reduced, your karmic debt halved.
Do you remember Wallace Plimpton?
-All right, give me the... -Stop it.
Now, see, the thing about Wallace is,
his killer was never found.
But that didn't stop the cops
from throwing a young woman into prison.
A woman who-who had a little girl,
an orphan who's-who's on the streets,
all because the real killer isn't man enough to confess
-and take responsibility. -Okay, that's enough.
-Give me the phone. Give me the phone. -Stop. Stop it.
[overlapping arguing]
She does not speak for the podcast.
You do not speak for the podcast!
-[knocking] -Hope he doesn't hear.
Shh.
I didn't kill Wallace.
He was making moves, you wanted him gone.
I went to his funeral.
I donated the flowers.
I supplied the linen.
I held his mom's hand as we stood before his casket.
Open casket, by the way, if you can believe it.
But I remember standing there...
...thinking, "Uh, this was a sloppy murder."
Fingerprints intact.
Teeth still in his head.
Amateur.
If I had killed him,
there'd be no way you could identify him.
There'd be no body found.
No casket to cry over.
I'm thorough, Beth Burgess.
Do you understand?
-Do you fucking understand? -Yes, I understand.
And then there's you.
You come into my home, lie to my face, kill Miggy.
No, I didn't. It was Fiona.
-Fiona killed him, not me. I didn't kill him. -What the fuck?
No, all this is because of you,
and I'm not gonna forget that.
You should apologize.
What, you think a few gun-running charges
and body parts they'll never pin on me,
what, will keep me locked up?
You're smarter than that.
Yeah. Now apologize.
I'm-I'm... I'm very sorry.
Apology not accepted.
Give her back the phone.
Hi.
Nobody gives a fuck about podcasts.
OFFICER: All right, ladies. Let's go.
Ma'am.
[Fiona sighs]
[door buzzes, opens]
-All right, come through. -BETH: Shit. Do you think he did it?
Because now I'm not so sure.
And if he didn't, are we back to Wyatt now?
Ow! What the fuck was that?
How dare you ruin this for me!
How dare you!
You are so selfish.
I killed a man. Okay?
I fucking killed a man!
I deserve a podcast!
♪
-[horn honks in distance] -[dogs barking]
[siren blaring in distance]
♪
[toilet flushes]
-[man coughs] -[water running]
♪
[panting]
Fuck, dude! What the fuck?
Put it down. Goddamn.
Good thing I just took a shit,
otherwise I would've fucking shit my pants.
Who'd you think I was, the fucking jerk-off police
here to bust you fucking tugging it, huh, Tug Boat?
-Catch you wet-handed? -You've got two fucking toilets inside.
I like that one. It's cozy.
Also, it's like taking a shit on the Enterprise.
[groans] Fucking stinks.
Oh. [scoffs]
Like your doodies smell like fucking fresh lasagna.
Please. [sniffles]
Damn, I guess shit went kind of crazy at Munango, huh?
Fucking Miggy dead. Tuna pinched.
You heard from Tuna?
Nah. You?
Ah, man, what the fuck?
A pool floaty?
Man, our neighbors got to order some better shit.
Now I got to buy a fucking pool to use this.
Did you steal that?
Look, dude, we got to bounce for real.
Fucking Feds, ATF,
they're all gonna be coming down here, sniffing our butts.
Pack your shit, dude.
We're going to fucking camp for two weeks.
O-Or we could leave.
Yo, that's what I just fucking said.
Yo, are you extra stupid today?
-What the fuck? -No, I mean, like, for good.
-Listen, I got this cousin. -[sighs]
He's got a setup in Wyoming, outside of Jackson.
Like, rafting and kayaking, for tourists or whoever.
You want to be a rafter?
Yeah.
Bro, it's easy money and-and right on a beautiful river.
Plus...
I don't know, a lot of people find water calming.
I'm already gonna buy a fucking pool, dude.
But you want to leave all this
to go fucking wrap your lips around dinghies all day?
-Sorry. Hard pass. -Come on, man.
What, you never thought about what you'd do with Tuna gone?
Yeah, if Tuna was gone, I'd be fucking rich. Think about it.
Goddamn, dude, unless we get fucking rolled on,
so pack your shit, we leave in 30.
Wake the fuck up.
Jesus Christ, dude. Rafting?
That's weak.
Dream a little bigger. Do yourself a favor.
Sell hoverboards or a vape shop or something, something tight.
Now, pack your shit or rot in jail. Up to you, playboy.
♪
[birds chirping]
What do you mean, "not exactly"?
Well, Tuna is a killer.
I'm confident of that,
-but... -But? Spit it out. Come on.
I don't think he killed Wallace.
[sighs]
You're sure?
-Yeah. Pretty much. -[sucks teeth]
-Damn. -Listen, it's not so bad.
Now we know he's not our guy.
We can move on to trees worth shaking.
Like back to Wyatt.
Do you remember Wallace
ever talking about somebody named Donna?
-Mm-mm. -Because...
Okay, it turns out
the brothers were having some kind of...
territorial pissing match over her.
I'm-I'm sorry. I know he was your husband,
but it's strong motive.
And she mentioned a boyfriend, who...
he could've had good reason to pull the trigger,
I'll track him down.
-Yeah. -And this is me with my tinfoil hat on,
but what if there was a serial killer in the area?
I mean, I know they don't typically
target armed white men,
but crazier shit has happened.
-I don't know. -[sighs]
Look, we're no worse off than we were a few days ago, right?
-I just want this shit to be over. -Oh, I know.
But we're not there yet.
Just a little further, okay?
We'll get there.
Faith as small as a mustard seed can move a mountain.
Is that scripture?
Yeah, it's a prayer my mom used to say.
I don't need to move a mountain.
I just need enough faith
to put that weasel-dick loser behind bars.
-[laughs] -Attagirl. Okay. We can do this.
Anything to get me back to my baby, all right?
Yeah.
[chuckles] Hey.
Check this out. What do you think?
-Wait, is that... -Yeah, it's Laila.
Yeah, I'm-I'm still working on it,
but I think I got the eyes right.
-[crying]: Oh, God. I'm sorry. -Hey. Hey. Hey, hey. What happened?
What's wrong?
Nothing.
Look, I can't have you falling apart on me like this.
I-I need you to wipe your eyes, get the hell back out there,
because we need you.
We need you to go find something or someone.
♪
[quiet chatter]
Hi. I'm looking for a child in the system.
She'd be about three and a half years old.
INF 1125.
INF 1125b. INF 1125bc.
Fill them out and come back.
-Next! -No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.
I-I... I did them.
At-at home, before coming in, so...
Student much? [laughs]
Your relation to the child?
Uh, friend of the mother.
Uh, best friend. Old, old best friend.
We only release information to relatives.
-Next! -No, no, no, no. Wait.
I'm also her aunt.
So sister and friend of the mother.
It's just there-there wasn't enough space
-for all of that. -Family only.
Okay, there-there's just... there's not much room here.
-So if I could just use this pen... -Next!
You're being extremely unhelpful,
uh, Tamra.
I'm only doing my job.
My J-O-B.
And I only give out information
when this form-- it's signed by family.
F-A-M-I-L...
Why, hello. Edna Plimpton?
-Who are you? -I'm, uh...
I'm Tamra from Child Services.
Do you have a minute?
No.
It's just a few seconds, really.
I-I'm very fast.
You like cake?
Nice girl like you
spends all her time helping the children.
-Eat. -Oh, thank you.
Family recipe.
Wow, yummy.
[lighter clicks]
Uh, so, anyway,
my supervisor just needs you to fill out these forms,
-and, um, I'll be on my way. -[coughs]
[clears throat]
I don't sign anything from the government.
Please.
It would really help your granddaughter.
My granddaughter?
I'm sorry.
I don't have a granddaughter.
But you are Wallace Plimpton's mother?
Yes, but I'm not kin to that girl.
That's Toni's child, not my son's.
The child's name is Laila Plimpton.
Don't you call her by my family name!
I warned him about people like her.
I'm sorry, people like what, Mrs. Plimpton?
People who weren't raised right.
Uh-huh.
I know what you think of me, I can see it in your eyes.
[scoffs]
But when you're a mom, you can spot trouble.
You can sniff it out.
You got kids?
You've abandoned your son's child.
That whore shot him!
[sobbing]: My little baby boy.
She-she... she ruined everything.
-[wheezing] -Okay, okay, okay.
-[groaning] -Sit down. Sit down, sit down.
[gasping, moaning]
-[air hissing] -[labored breathing]
[muffled]: Wait. Wait. Wait.
[wheezing]: Here. Here, here, here, look. Look.
Foster family sent me this.
[wheezing]
See?
They don't look anything alike.
She is not my granddaughter.
Right?
No. No, she's not.
[wheezing]
[coughing]
[groans]
[exhales sharply]
[moans]
The people are here already. Where are you?
BETH: Oh, I'm sorry, babe.
I-I want to be there, I really do. I just...
I have one really important work thing
-to take care of first. -Okay, whatever.
[line beeps]
This is exciting, isn't it?
Special playdate with Auntie Beth?
You promised to get me a baby doll.
I didn't say when, so right now we're playing
at this park.
Oh! Look, let's go over here.
-[lively chatter, laughter] -[music playing faintly]
Tessa?
-[chuckles]: Hey! -Hi!
-It's me. -What's going on? How are...
-Am I-- Can I...? -I consent.
-All right. All right. -[laughs]: How are you?
-Good to see you. -What's going on?
-I thought this was just for J-school kids. -Oh, yeah, yeah.
They let us forestry dorks tag along.
Well, I'm so glad you're here,
-because these things give me hives. -Right?
-Yes. -I know. I'm already sweating through three layers.
So, are we losers? Like, where is everyone?
-Where's your wife? -Um...
-Uh, she's running late. -I know I got here way too early.
You want to get drunk?
[sighs]
-Yeah. -Follow me.
[chuckles]
[kids chattering]
♪
[laughter]
[chuckles softly]
Hey, Ellie. Let's go make a new friend.
Hi.
This is Ellie. What's your name?
-Laila. -Hi, Laila.
That's a beautiful name.
-Can you push us? -[chuckles]
Yeah. Sure. Go.
You good? You ready?
-♪ The wheel of fortune♪ -[giggling]
-♪ Goes spinning around♪ -BOTH: Higher, higher, higher!
-Higher. Higher. -♪ Will the arrow♪
♪ Point my way♪
♪ Will this be my day♪
♪ Oh, wheel of fortune♪
♪ Please don't pass me by♪
♪ Let me know the magic of♪
♪ A kiss and a sigh♪
♪ While the wheel is spinning, spinning, spinning♪
♪ I'll not dream of winning♪
♪ Fortune or fame♪
♪ While the wheel is turning, turning, turning♪
♪ I'll be yearning, yearning♪
♪ For love's precious flame♪
♪ Oh, wheel of fortune♪
♪ I am hoping somehow♪
♪ If you'll ever smile on me♪
♪ Please let it be now♪
♪ While the wheel is spinning, spinning, spinning♪
♪ I'll not dream of winning♪
♪ Fortune or fame♪
♪ While the wheel is turning, turning, turning♪
♪ I'll be yearning, yearning♪
♪ For love's precious flame♪
♪ Oh, wheel of fortune♪
♪ I am hoping somehow♪
♪ If you'll ever smile on me♪
♪ Please let it be now.♪
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