The Glades

Let me! It's my turn!

No! You already had it!

Give it to me!

Aah!

Ugh! Look what you did! You ruin everything!

Hey. I see it.

Hey. Stay back.

Whoa!

Victim is Ethan Russell, 31-year-old white male.

According to his liver temp,

time of death was between 10:00 P.M. and midnight.

His carotid artery was severed.

Based on the way the blood was pooled,

I say he bled out in less than a minute.

Well, I'm gonna take a wild guess

and say this wasn't a botched robbery.

Wallet, credit card, cash, it's all in there.

Only thing missing is his cellphone.

And a digit.

Defensive wound. Obviously lost it in the attack.

I guess you can say he gave his killer the finger

before he died.

- There you go. - Hey.

How did you know it wasn't a robbery?

Takes a lot of effort to slice and dice someone like that.

Wouldn't be worth it unless it was personal.

Daniel, do we know where this path goes?

Everything on the other side of the fence

is Olustee State Park.

That's where the two boys that found the body came from.

Well, if they came from this way

then our victim and his killer must have come from this way.

Hello.

Is that a finger?

Uh, yeah.

I guess he gave his killer the finger before he died?

I heard that.

So, what brings you out here?

Our victim. Ethan Russell.

Turns our he's an Assistant State's Attorney.

I just got off the phone with the State Attorney.

He called to impress on me

how important it is that we find out whoever did this.

So, basically, don't screw it up.

Mm, not basically. Exactly.

Apparently our victim was a real hard-on-crimes kind of guy,

so we shouldn't have any trouble

coming up with a nice long list of potential suspects.

Well, hopefully only one of them has the initials C.S.A.

Hmm. Uh, hey. Um, how's Callie holding up?

- Holding up? - Mm-hmm.

Fine. Why?

She's not upset that Ray's been calling Jeff

outside of the program?

Oh, that holding up. I sort of didn't tell her.

Yeah. Jim.

I mean, I will if and when I need to.

Yeah, well, you may have to and sooner than you think.

Contact outside of supervision puts all three of them at risk.

I know, Colleen. Believe me, the whole thing sucks for everyone.

Breaks Callie's heart to see what Jeff has to go through

just to spend a couple of weeks with his dad.

And Ray just wants to have a relationship with his son,

but trust me.

I've got my eye on things.

And I'll check in with Tony.

Wow. What kind of weapon did this? A machete?

A machete blade generally produces a deeper wound

with more bruising and tearing than I'm seeing here.

If it was my guess, I'd say it was done with a lighter blade.

Something more like a sword or saber.

Who even uses a saber anymore?

The Confederate States of America.

That's who uses sabers anymore.

The Glades 04x11 Civil War Originally Aired August 12, 2013

Company, fall in!

According to this, the actual Battle of Olustee

took place on February 20, 1864.

Reenactments are scheduled all weekend.

There's also period music concerts, barn dances,

medical demonstrations...

Oh, nothing says "fun"

quite like an old-fashioned hacksaw amputation.

Attention! Company!

Hi. Excuse me.

Detective Longworth, FDLE. Are you in charge here?

I am, sir.

General Beauregard Finegan at your service.

Yeah, no, really.

Who are you?

Sir, I am General Beauregard Finegan,

commander of the Confederate forces of Olustee.

Good luck. I couldn't get a straight answer out of him either.

I've heard about this... hard-core reenactors

completely embody the persona and personality

of the historic figures they're impersonating.

It's called "First-Person Impression."

Yeah, well, my first impression is, "This person's nuts."

Detective, your man here has informed me

you are investigating a murder.

So, I have assembled my troops,

that you may examine their uniforms and weapons.

Whatever you need, you shall have my full cooperation.

Great.

Well, my man here will get started right away.

Get a full roster of all the reenactors. I'm gonna take a look around.

You're missing the inspection.

Uh, kind of tied up at the moment.

Yeah, I see that. What for?

- Farby. - Farby?

Anything not authentic to the civil war years

is considered Farby.

- Carl... - That's General Finegan...

Doesn't allow it.

He caught me tweeting on my cell,

so here I am doing time on the old spare wheel.

Huh, well, you don't look too torn up

that you're missing all the Rebel fun.

Yeah, well, I'm more of a musical reenactor

than a shoot-at-shit and-play-dead reenactor.

Which would make you...?

Rick Marsten. And, yes, that Rick Marsten.

My band plays a lot of local bars.

You might have heard of me.

Sorry. Must not be drinking at the right bars.

That's cool.

Still, they must have given you something

to defend yourself with, you know, just in case.

- A sword, maybe, or saber? - Sorry.

As a musician, my only weapons

are my drumsticks and fiddle bow.

- Hmm. - Detective?

No luck yet finding any blood or missing buttons.

But before you go, General Finegan is requesting...

and these are his words...

"The honor of your presence" in the command tent.

I am vexed, sir, with thoughts of the coming battle.

The responsibility weighs heavy on me.

Yeah, I'm pretty vexed myself.

Yes. Yes, of course. The murder.

Precisely the point of my request to speak.

You see, the Federals are expected to advance

against my forces at precisely 12:00 noon today.

Now, I know you have a job to do,

but it's been a long and an arduous campaign

and I desperately want my men to taste victory.

Send those Union bastards back north where they belong!

Will you permit it, sir?

Uh, spoiler alert.

You do know that the South loses the war, right?

Okay, well, I guess it depends where your battle takes place.

Heavy artillery will be placed here, here, and here.

28th and 64th Georgia regiments skirmish from these positions.

Well, my body was found here by this barn,

so as long as you and your little friends

stay on that side of the fence,

I guess you have my permission to play army.

And you have my eternal gratitude, sir.

What's that? I believe it's a well

that once provided water for a homestead.

A well? Well, well, well.

Colleen, I think I know where we might find our murder weapon.

Jeff, you found your phone.

Yeah, I did. It was under my bed.

I thought you looked there. I did, like, a hundred times.

Well, I've seen under your bed

so I'm not surprised that you missed it.

Whatever. I just thought you'd want to know.

You're right. I'm sorry. I appreciate you telling me that.

- Sorry, doctor. - Where are you?

I thought you said you didn't have a shift today.

I don't. I'm here to talk to Dr. Hardy.

You told me your fellowship was over.

It is... well, it was, but only because

he arbitrarily decided that six weeks was enough.

I completely overhauled his post-op treatment

to prevent patient re-injury

and dragged his entire practice out of the dark ages.

The least he can do is hear me out.

Mom, you're telling the wrong guy.

You're right. I'm sorry.

Okay, um, I was just winding myself up.

I love you.

Love you, too.

Dr. Hardy, I...

Oh, my God.

He's dead?

Yeah. He was just lying there.

They're pretty sure it was a heart attack.

Wow. You want me to come over?

No. I'm all right. Or I will be.

They're all talking about a memorial service.

Everyone here is freaking out about the whole thing.

I'm sorry.

I guess seeing death every day doesn't make it any easier.

You sure you don't want me to come over?

Yeah. No, I'll... I'll be fine.

Okay. Well, you'll call if you need anything?

I will. I love you.

I love you, too.