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gets what they deserve... one way or the other.

So, if you lie to me... or

intentionally mislead me,

that is conspiracy to defraud, and that...

- That's a felony.

- Wait-wait, uh, what... what is this sh*t?

We came here of our own accord, Ms. Alvarez, and

while I'm happy to let Doug help

you in your investigation,

I'm not about to let my son be "bad

copped" by some insurance investigator.

- I'm an attorney, and I'm...

- Really? What kind?

Wills and trusts.

But that doesn't mean that I don't recognize an

interrogation, when I see one. We're done here.

Thank you, Doug.

Hey, Doug.

So, after the sketch artist

reviewed some of the evidence...

- Like what?

- Aw... can't talk about that.

I gotta keep that under wraps.

But I can tell you this. A full-blown

murder investigation is...

- Murder?

- Widow's tellin' a new story.

Some stalker harrassing her,

then he killed Elliot Harper.

Stalker, right? From out of town, probably.

You would think that.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Look man I-I... I'm sorry that I

mentioned the imaginary woman.

I'm a dumbass.

But, uh... you already knew that, before

you decided to be friends with me.

So it's kinda one of the...

pre-conditions for our friendship.

So, we cool?

I said, are we cool?

Yeah... yeah, everything's cool.

Look, I gotta take lunch early. Cover for me?

You know it.

Aren't you afraid the insurance

investigator would follow you?

- I was careful.

- Or your stalker?

They kept asking the same questions

over and over and I panicked.

If that investigator had anything solid,

she would have done something by now.

- Lena, they're figuring it out.

- Doug, calm down.

Come on, they're not gonna find any evidence.

I mean, there isn't anything.

Except our phones, Lena.

You're right.

OK.

OK. Just take them, smash them.

Throw 'em in the lake.

Whatever. I trust you.

We have to be apart for a while.

Let things calm down.

You're right.

Alright, we can figure this out.

Alright, listen... come grab your

phone later, when it's safe.

- OK.

- OK?

Send me a text, let me know where you are.

I'll do the same.

Are you sure can risk this?

If we don't do this... we'll

have no way to be in touch.

I mean, pretty soon, we won't

even be in the same city.

- OK.

- Alright? So-so after that, then what?

I... I don't know Doug.

But I know I love you.

We can always see each other carefully.

Next year you're out of your parents' house right?

Yeah.

We can actually be together.

If you still want to, after all this.

Of course I do.

Do you realize how hard it was for us to get 3

months, free and clear, to come out here to relax!

And instead, what're we doin'? We're

runnin' around Sheriff stations and

havin' our son interrogated.

And now in our own home?

What's up? I-I gotta shower and get back to work.

I'll give you a ride over to the

Rudder when we're done, Dougie.

This'll just take a few minutes.

He doesn't have to do this.

Doug, you don't have to do this.

Actually... yes, he does.

It's just that we found some

physical evidence next door.

We gotta rule out anybody who mighta had access.

Looks like Mrs. Harper was tellin' the

truth about that stalker, after all.

Wow! So, she's no longer a suspect?

Supposedly, there's a rape kit she'd done, about

a month ago, up to Raleigh Medical Center.

This guy had a hood on, it was dark,

so she couldn't identify him.

DNA match from the blood that

we lifted from the window.

Hold still, please.

Stalker shattered it when he broke in

that night and stole some undergarments.

Her underwear?! Oh, my God, and all of

this has been happening right next door?

Just relax.

We think the stalker's gotta

be linked to the murder.

Open wide.

Just gotta gas up and I'll get you on

over to the Rudder, Dougie. Coffee?

Yeah, I'll take one.

Cream, no sugar, please.

Where'd you say you went, after you

came home from work, that night?

To bed.

Did anybody actually, uh... see you...

in your bedroom, after, say... midnight?

- No.

- So, no one saw you 'til the morning?

She's gonna walk, with 10 million

dollars, while someone else hangs.

Look, Doug... this is what I do.

Right?

I see the scam beneath the story.

The way all the puzzle pieces slide together.

It's just the way my brain works. Always has.

I told you everything.

So I know you watched her.

I know you were obsessed with her. I know that

your DNA will match the blood on the window.

OK.

Thing is, you don't strike me as the stalker type.

You strike me as the... sexually

inexperienced, easily manipulated type...

just might kill his lover's husband,

in pursuit of some fantasy.

I get why you fell for her. I mean, look at her.

What, she tell you she loved you?

That it'll all work out?

The two of you were gonna be together someday?

Whatever you think she is, you're wrong.

Lem! Lem, let me out.

- Wait, whoa, just a second.

- Lem, let me out!

- Let me out!

- Doug... hey, hey!

I'm gonna have trouble, Carson.

Ske crushed his skull in,

with a fire extinguisher.

I don't know why, but I-I helped cover it up.

You helped cover up a murder?

I didn't know it was a murder.

So, you've been lying to everyone

the entire Summer, and...

But, now you gotta prove that your lies were lies.

I just have to own up and confess.

Yeah, you have to confess. But first,

you need to find something concrete

that proves that she was with you, by choice.

Hey... hey, you need evidence.

It's in our phones, our disposable ones, uh...

there are-there are texts and... you

know, kinda... personal pictures?

Well, I don't-I don't need the details.

Well, I do, but... later.

A-a phone is good, though.

Is there anything else? Think, Doug.

Did, uh... did-did anyone see you?

Her gardener... uh, he saw us together.

You might wanna figure out

how to get Big Jack on that.

- As in, now.

- Yeah.

I'm sorry. I've been lying, this

whole time, to you, Carson.

It was a shitty thing to do.

Hey, it's OK.

Plus, I've been, uh... I've been lying to you, too.

Been bangin' yo momma.

Kidding. OK, go get Jack.

- Hi there, Dougie.

- Hey.

- Come set a spell.

- OK.

Say, Lem told me that that lady

rode you pretty hard. You OK?

Never better.

- How 'bout a little water, boy, hm?

- Yes, please.

There you go.

Thank you.

Now, Dougie.

Out here, I can make a fella

shell out for a parking ticket.

Or I can make him buy beers for everybody in here.

Either way, he's gon' pay the piper.

But my way is a better way, for everyone.

See, that's why I love livin' out here.

This is the Emerald City, and I am the fella

behind the curtains... yankin' them levers.

Keepin' everybody happy, and safe.

But the city is creepin' into our backyard.

Dougie, I've known your family a long time.

So if you have anything you need to say...

I'd be a good person for you to say it to.

Dougie, I'm runnin' out of levers.

I...

Ex-excuse me, one second.

- Hello?

- Your mom and I need to talk to you.

Hey, Dad. I-I'm in the middle of talkin'

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