Cape Fear

Listen, I just posted a half a million in bail.

- Ms. Buckley, I know you're frustrated-- - No. You know,

if I wanted to talk to paralegals,

then I would've hired myself a public defender. All right, Tom?

For the amount of money that I am paying y'all,

I expect the top dog.

Cat, not only is Lexi a senior associate,

she's also the attorney I'd trust if I were on trial for murder.

Oh, yeah? I guess you know best.

- You wanna go swimming? - Dad, who's in our yard?

- Come on. Get in the pool. - Hang on just a sec. What?

- You ain't seen nothing yet, baby. - Ooh! Ooh, yeah.

- I might let you fuck me in that pool. - We can do whatever the fuck we want.

Go upstairs.

- Sorry, y'all. I got to call you back. - Tom...

- You got another one of these, Trish? - Mm-hmm.

You wanna move in?

Hey, man. God, it is a hot one, huh?

What are you doing?

- You know what they say... - What do they say, Trish?

They say it's not the heat, it's the humidity.

Yeah.

But, dang, those motherfuckers are ganging up on us today.

This is private property. Leave now.

Hold on. We were invited.

By who?

Well, by the-the homeowner. Tommy.

I'm Tom.

Well, shit.

You know, I guess there must be two Toms then.

Oh, wait, wait, wait. H-Hold on, all right?

'Cause you're-you're not even using your pool.

That's a little selfish, don't you think?

We just wanna cool off, you know? Some people don't have pools.

Get the fuck outta here.

Or what?

Or I'm gonna take you apart.

Gosh, Tom...

You don't strike me as a violent guy.

You know this is a Stand Your Ground state, right?

- Well, I guess we overstayed our welcome. - Yeah.

Trish... ...round it up.

- Really? - Yeah.

- It's so pretty. - I know. Another day. Come on.

Thanks for having us.

- It's heavy. - You got it?

So boring...

This is Zack's. This is the mirror phone.

Whatever's on Zack's cell shows up here too.

So I can text as Zack and then delete it, and he won't see?

You ever considered just talking to him?

If he catches you doing that, he's never gonna trust you again.

Someone attacked him.

- Drugged him and mutilated him. - Hmm.

I'm just doing what I need to do to protect my son.

Yeah.

What are you not telling me?

This girl...

- This AngelX... - Hmm.

I think it's Max Cady.

He is catfishing Zack to fuck with Tom and me.

- But you don't know for sure? - Oh, I do.

I do. I just... I can't prove it yet.

Okay, Anna. I owe you everything.

If you hadn't stood up for me, I'd still be rotting in prison

for a murder I didn't do.

But Max is going through the same exact shit as me.

- No. - Look, you're going after a guy

who was just exonerated.

That goes against everything SJLP stands for.

No, I hear you, I do.

But this is my family we're talking about.

My advice, if you feel he's really trying to get you...

- He is. - ...then you play like you have his back.

Work close with him. Earn his trust.

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, right?

That's not exactly what I meant.

I trust that you're gonna keep this between us.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Dad.

Just a misunderstanding.

What was the misunderstanding?

Drunk.

Wrong pool.

Everything's fine.

Centurion prison conglomerate is going to settle restitution

with Max this week.

Good. They profit off pain, they deserve to be spooked.

Especially that warthog, Coburn.

I hate his cologne, and I really hate his neckties.

They're looking to settle Cady's lawsuit.

And he wants you to fly to Atlanta, close the deal.

He says you're the best lawyer he knows.

I got him a life sentence.

We get 40% and free publicity. Win-win.

I know you had questions about Cady.

You can ask him on the trip.

Wait. He's going?

Okay.

Mmm.

Uh, nothing like ice cream on a hot day.

- I knew it was you. - Oh.

Wendy Wilson, remember?

Sorry to say I don't. No.

I used to eat at your restaurant

- at least once a week. - Oh, okay.

And it sure was sweet of you to name it after your wife.

When are you gonna open up a new place for a girl to eat at?

I don't know.

Have a good one.

Uh, hey, do you really think Amy Brancato did it?

Why would she wait all these years to confess?

Hmm.

I'm starting to wonder if we do know each other, Wendy.

I just... I think it had to be a man, don't you?

- Well... - A man with strong hands.

Speaking of...

What? You like my hands?

I can do a lot with these hands.

- Oh, yeah? Like what? - Oh, yeah.

You really want to know?

You know I grew up by a river? Yeah.

We could go to a cabin by Cape Fear River.

And I could catch a fish for you with these hands.

And cook it with olive oil and some garlic. Very simple.

That sounds mouthwatering.

Yeah.

And then I could take you upstairs...

...put my hand on your throat

and squeeze just a little bit.

- Just enough. Would you like that? - Yes.

What if I choke you...

- till you die, Wendy? - No.

- Would you like that? - No.

Would you like that?

I bet you'd like that.

Nice to meet you.

Can we talk?

Uh, yeah. One sec.

Hi.

I can have my phone back?

Your dad and I just wanted to say that we trust you and we love you.

This man sits in jail for 17 years while his white lady lawyer

fucks the white prosecutor and has his babies.

They were obviously fucking already.

They fucked him over. The Bowdens need to go to jail.

Mom?

Did you actually wear this?

Where did you find that?

The back of your closet.

What are you doing rooting around in my closet like a truffle pig?

Well, I needed something for a party.

What look were you going for?

I have no idea.

It was the '90s. Nothing really made sense.

Can't see you in this many ruffles.

Really? You can have it.

Thanks, Mom. I think Callie's gonna like this.

Fuck you, Max.

Breakfast for dinner. Good call.

It's usually better with orange soda though.

The fuck are you doing? Who are you?

I'm Anna.

My name is "Fuck you."

What the fuck are you doing, bitch?

Well, um... Nevaeh...

I'm Zack's mom.

And I would like you to tell me why he only has nine toes left.

Why don't you ask him?

He did it after he went home. I wasn't even there.

Okay, here's what you're gonna do. You're gonna pick up that phone,

you're gonna text Zack,

and break up with him.

Be kind, but firm.

I don't want any room for confusion.

Don't fuck with me.

I have friends in the Savannah PD,

and I will have you arrested for dealing drugs to a minor.

I'll get you charged as an adult.

Happy?

One more thing.

Do you know who this is?

Some old guy I'd definitely fuck.

Now give me my shit back.

If you need a place to stay,

there's a shelter over on Fuller Street.

It's safer than the one on Third and they usually have available beds.

What were you thinking? You're lucky it wasn't Max.

And maybe you forgot that the guy was in prison

when Zack started talking to this girl.

They have Internet in prison.

What's going on with you?

- You know you're spiraling, right? - Yeah, I know.

I know, I know. I can see the pattern. I know that I am obsessing.

But it's hard to stop when I don't feel safe.

Guess I can thank my dad for that.

It's an unfortunate hand-me-down.

You had a fight-or-flight childhood. But that is not our reality.

You're safe.

We are safe.