Briarpatch

Previously on "Briarpatch."

‐ Hey, Lalo, since when are you border patrol?

‐ Couple years now.

‐ That's a sad thing‐‐funeral.

‐ What was she doing here?

She had to come back

to this poisonous shithole.

‐ It's home.

She really wanted to fix this place.

‐ Young Detective Dill couldn't keep her nose

out of Packingtown.

‐ When was this? ‐ Three weeks ago.

‐ You're Harold Snow. Why are you here?

‐ I'm just looking for my bug.

‐ Who paid you to bug your landlady?

‐ Ferness, the ex.

‐ It's the recording from Felicity's apartment.

It was encrypted.

I need you to scream.

‐ What? ‐ Don't you move, Floyd.

‐ They can't know I gave it to you.

‐ I know it wasn't you.

‐ Brattle wants to come in.

‐ Did he say as much?

‐ He's living in a van, Cyrus.

‐ I was sorry to hear about your sister.

‐ What is it that you want, Clyde?

‐ Something I want you to see.

‐ He drove me to an abandoned slaughterhouse.

It was full of drones.

‐ Figure this out, okay?

‐ See?

Ven.

Vamos, vamos, vamos.

‐ There she is.

Morning. Take it light.

Breakfast is almost ready.

‐ Why am I here?

‐ Well, we had about two drinks for every hour

the cops held us at the cemetery.

I tried to drop you back off at your hotel room.

Did you change the locks?

‐ What's with the toys?

‐ It's my grandma's collection.

This was her house and...

this was her pride and joy.

Don't touch.

You don't like?

‐ No, I just thought I'd been

kidnapped by a serial killer.

‐ Nope.

‐ So, what's the deal here?

You, um, managing

your grandma's doll collection?

‐ Toy. It's toy collection.

‐ Toy collection for her.

‐ I'll sell them all eventually.

Death is messy, Allegra.

It leaves a lot of loose ends.

Luckily, you've got West Texas's

best‐dressed estate lawyer to help tie up yours.

So, let's finish breakfast,

head on down to the office, so you can sign

for that life insurance policy.

God. What now?

‐ This is the bug from Felicity's secret apartment.

Floyd handed it off to me yesterday.

‐ Before he committed suicide by cop.

‐ I don't think Floyd killed my sister.

Do you?

‐ We may never get answers.

He's dead now. They both are.

‐ What if the answers are on this tape?

I think she was undercover.

Laffter told me yesterday

that she was investigating something in Packingtown.

Strucker got mad at her for it.

She gets a life insurance policy,

and three weeks later, she's dead.

‐ You sound like Floyd.

Allegra,

you might not wanna hear this.

But the woman Colder eulogized yesterday

was your sister.

At least part of her.

Give her that at least.

‐ Give me the bacon.

I'm gonna get this tape decrypted.

And then I'm gonna go to Packingtown,

and I'm gonna find out

whatever or whoever

my sister was investigating.

You coming?

‐ If it'll keep you out of trouble.

Sure.

‐ Aw, sweet Christmas, you found it.

Come on in.

Hell yeah.

‐ Hal.

You didn't tell me we had company.

And it's pudding day!

I'm so sorry. It's a work thing.

‐ Yeah, Cindy's an independent contractor

like myself.

And overhead is tough, but passion matters, you know?

Thank you so much for returning my baby.

‐ Not yet.

You get it back if you make me

a decrypted, playable copy.

‐ Okay.

I mean, it's voice‐activated,

and the battery won't last more than a couple of days,

so there ain't gonna be that much on it.

‐ Ooh, what do we have?

‐ So, let's say 100 bucks?

Cash.

‐ Something sweet and creamy.

‐ Thank you, and thank you.

‐ I bet that would taste good all over my body, baby.

‐ So, this is gonna take a minute.

Just so you know.

Yeah, I gotta upload it, gotta decrypt it,

but y'all are welcome to stay.

Cindy's pudding shows are way better live.

And it's chocolate this week.

‐ Banana cream, baby.

‐ Delete the original and drop it off here when you're done.

‐ Copy that, compadre.

‐ So, where are we going now?

‐ She was collecting them.

Come on.

‐ Y'all ain't sticking around?

It is so hard to make friends.

‐ You're the reporter?

I have to search you first.

‐ Aren't you aware, my boy,

that the pen is mightier than the sword?

‐ Do you have a sword?

Do your worst.

‐ Why don't you take a load off?

‐ Okay, now, Mr. Laffter.

So, what's this thing you're writing?

Some kind of puffy profile thing?

'Cause you know I ain't exactly

looking for the limelight.

‐ Passion project, if you will.

A series about this mansion

and its more colorful inhabitants.

Big dreams, tragic ends.

‐ Don't I know it?

Ace Bains still has his name on the gate,

and his wife paid to have him kidnapped and killed.

Then she melted down with the sugar factory.

‐ Well, that's women for you.

‐ You ever deal with the Bains boy?

‐ Candy Bar? No‐‐no.

No, after he was loco parentis,

he, ‐‐ he went just plain loco.

Yeah, he gave up his inheritance and this house.

‐ Seems like the dark history don't bother you.

‐ Hell, it's invigorating.

Shoot, do you know how far I had to climb

to make it this high?

I ain't exactly in the business of looking down.

‐ Say.

How'd you like to see Doc Cherry's secret tooth room?

‐ Is that a nacho bar?

‐ For two?

Free refills on duck sauce and queso before noon.

‐ Hi, Grace.

‐ Jesus Christ.

Allegra Dill.

Look at you all cleaned up.

Don't tell me you're back for the reunion.

‐ No, I'm here for my sister.

‐ Crap.

Felicity, I'm real sorry.

‐ Thanks.

‐ Grace Chow.

I went to high school with this one.

‐ A. D. Singe.

I want to hear absolutely everything.

‐ Bangs to...here.

‐ Stop.

‐ They were actually like to here.

‐ Did you see my sister much?

‐ Yeah. She came in all the time.

Take out. Kung pao, no peanuts.

‐ She ever just eat here?

‐ Sometimes.

She'd park herself by the window with a book.

‐ How's the neighborhood?

‐ It's gone south in a hurry.

And it was already Patagonia.

It turned when the Dunjee Brewery closed.

‐ It closed?

I just drank four of those beers yesterday.

‐ They still make them.

Dunjee just outsourced the brewing to Mexico.

‐ That sounds like Texas.