Midnight, Texas

Previously on "Midnight, Texas"...

My dad does not find out.

Hightower's been calling all night.

I know you're in Texas.

Her real name, Aubrey Hamilton Lowry.

She was engaged to me.

She's married. Name's Peter Lowry.

A white supremacist.

I didn't kill her, so tell Lowry to stop coming after me.

Shouldn't have let Bobo Winthrop out.

Aubrey's husband is still out there,

and as long as he is, this isn't over.

Olivia... she's got more secrets than anyone.

You seem angry.

Perhaps I can take some of that from you.

The veil that Midnight sits upon...

It's fraying.

Evil is being drawn here.

What?

No, I did not steal Daddy's Rolex.

Quite frankly,

I am offended

that you would even think that.

Huh?

Uh, I'm... I'm losing you.

You're cu...

Mm.

Hi.

Now, what's a sweet, young thing like you

doing out here all alone? It ain't safe.

How can some place so beautiful be dangerous?

You have no idea.

So why don't you hop up into my pride and joy here,

and I'll take you anywhere you want to go.

Come on, I don't bite.

I really shouldn't.

Well...

I won't take no for an answer.

Safety first.

So, uh, what brings you to Texas?

I just felt this powerful pull to come here.

I've been drawn to a lot of spiritual places...

Sedona, Lily Dale, Glastonbury.

- But nothing like here. - Uh-huh.

It's the energy here.

It makes me feel better than I've felt in a long time.

- Desert air's good. - It's not just that.

It's this land.

It's ancient, powerful.

It makes me feel things.

What kind of things?

Why don't you pull over?

I'll show you.

Mm.

I've been meaning to ask you about that.

Oh. Not much to tell.

My, uh...

My grandma ran a scam on a guy, guy got mad.

Is that guy gonna try and shoot you again?

I'm working on paying off her debt.

Oh, good.

I'd hate for my dad to be right about you.

Right about what?

That you're a no-good con man who's gonna break my heart.

Why would your father think that?

I don't know. Um, the online-psychic thing,

the RV,

the fact that it looks like you're running from something.

- Well, looks can be deceiving. - Mm.

Not in this case, but they can.

Well, what he doesn't know is

that I don't care.

I'm just using you for your body.

Excuse me.

I just figured after saving his entire family from vampires,

the guy would have cut me some slack.

Not even a little bit.

So, if you want this thing between us to continue,

it means my dad cannot know what we've been doing

on my lunch breaks.

Seriously.

Um, but if it makes you feel better,

I think this whole sneaking-around thing's

kind of hot.

Well, it does feel less oppressive

when you say it like that.

I'm gonna text you after my shift.

Hey, I brought you some...

What's wrong?

Investigation, my ass.

They know who did it... Lowry, Aubrey's husband.

Problem is they can't find him.

They will.

Well, I happen to know for a fact that Sons of Lucifer

hangs out in the back room of the Cartoon Saloon.

You're thinking about going there, aren't you?

- I don't know. - Well, you should know.

Don't.

Just let the cops do their job

and stay away from the Cartoon Saloon.

He killed Aubrey...

killed the sheriff.

And you just got out of jail

on suspicion of murder,

and we risked our lives to get you out.

And you going after Lowry's just gonna bring the cops

right back to Midnight.

That is not good for anybody.

So you will stay out of it.

You're totally right. Yep.

You bet I am.

I wasn't, um...

thinking straight.

You certainly were not.

I'll stay clear of this whole mess.

I...

Promise.

Good.

Now, do you want to come over for dinner tonight?

I am making shepherd's pie.

I love your shepherd's pie.

I know.

Hello?

- I'll see you later. - Okay.

I need to speak to somebody who works here.

That would be me.

Did a guy come in here recently

and pawn a Rolex?

Did he drive a vintage red Caddy?

Mm.

Ass-head.

It's my brother.

He's missing, and our parents are worried about him.

He didn't happen to say where he was going?

He didn't say.

But I do think I know someone who can help you.

I'm not sure moving here was a smart play.

I thought you liked it.

I've been seeing that cute waitress drop by.

The online-psychic thing is fine,

but I need to make some serious money.

Hightower's not letting up.

Well, how about your old clients?

I bet those rich widows would love

a little one-on-one with "The Great Manfredo."

I doubt Bitzi Van Der Huff's gonna drive five hours

to chat with her favorite dead husband in a crappy RV.

You know what I'm saying.

My A-list clients expect

a certain level of pomp and circumstance...

Nice hotels, stocked mini bar.

Makes them feel they're getting their money's worth.

Don't fret, Manny.

I got a feeling

your luck's gonna change real soon.

It better.

That ain't gonna help.

Actually, it does.

You didn't hear Hightower's latest message.

You remember that tune?

It'll be the last thing you hear

before I...

He wants my heart...

stopped, on a platter.

- Stop it. - Hightower's old school.

I'm worried this isn't just about money.

He wants his pound of flesh.

You settle this debt, he'll calm down.

Yeah, easier said than...

- You the psychic? - Depends who's asking.

The guy at the pawnshop said you're the real deal.

I need to find my brother.

Not sure I believe in all this, but I got to try something.

Yeah, well, finding a missing person's tough.

Find him, I'll pay you five grand.

And it's also my specialty. Please, step into my office.

How long will you be gone for?

Not long. Job's in El Paso. Why?

I was wondering if you'd like to come over for dinner tonight.

- Oh, girls' night? - And Bobo.

Why would you invite a third wheel?

This is your chance to get some of that.

Bobo's single now.

Olivia, he's still grieving.

Please The bitch was married...

to a racist.

He's not grieving.

He's humiliated, and you're just the balm

to soothe his broken heart.

He's my best friend. I wouldn't even know what to do.

Well, for one, no peasant skirts.

But I like my skirts.

Yeah.

Men don't.

Want to be more than besties?

I could knit a sweater with those.

And no sweaters.

The only time Ted visits our parents

is to beg for money or steal something,

but now that he's missing, they're beside themselves.