Briarpatch

‐ Previously on "Briarpatch"...

‐ It appears that someone just blew up the landlady.

‐ No one lives in that apartment.

Certainly not my sister.

‐ Okay, I can show you something.

Where Felicity actually lived.

‐ ‐ Serial bomber is a new one.

I wanted to let you know we've identified our man.

He's Ferness. ‐ You're the boyfriend.

‐ I need you to know I didn't do it.

You watch, there'll be a full manhunt by tomorrow lunch.

‐ Damn it.

‐ So who did it?

‐ Lalo, get us some Cognac.

‐ All right. You want the good stuff?

‐ Bring him the good stuff. ‐ You're funeral, Miss Dill.

‐ They found Clyde Brattle, Jake.

‐ Part time American gun runner,

full time international fugitive.

‐ Safe to assume he's headed this way.

Senator only needs one of you.

‐ What you been waiting for?

‐ Immunity only comes in exchange

for an honest testimony.

‐ You're little Senator's gonna ride my testimony

all the way to the White House, baby.

‐ Levantes.

‐ Hey.

‐ You know we couldn't have been more

than 15 minutes behind him.

I mean, they left all their shit, bro.

They must've just left.

And that contraband. Ooh.

I bet you there's more where that came from.

No. No.

That's a high‐traffic area.

We need to get back there. Yeah.

‐ The Founding Fathers of course were committed pagans.

That is why D. C. is built on a pentagram,

one point each for the four traditional can of jars:

stomach, intestines, lungs, liver.

But what did they forget about?

The fifth point. The brain.

‐ The average size is smaller than a grain of rice.

It's a lot of paperwork.

‐ Just take it easy on the people.

‐ All right, Papa.

Just like you take it easy on me, right?

These dishes in here aren't gonna wash themselves.

‐ Just a reminder, San Bonifacio schools

will be cancelled Friday,

and the annual class breakfast at the fire station

will be rebranded as breakfast or dinner.

The high tomorrow is 107,

so don't look into that noonday sun,

or you will go blind. It's just common sense.

In other news, following up on our breaking story,

police have declared a full curfew

as they search for suspected bomber, Floyd Ferness.

‐ Mr. Mayor. Cherry Vista is cordoned off.

We got a dragnet down in Packingtown.

And,

you know, Ferness playing hide‐and‐seek for the last 48.

‐ So arrest his cop‐killing ass.

I've been asking for this manhunt all week.

‐ Well, we didn't have a suspect.

‐ Eve, this is a campaign here.

How can I be tough on crime if you don't catch the criminals?

The people want spectacle.

Choppers with the spotlights.

Where are my choppers, Eve?

‐ Tony, let's not do this again.

‐ Do what?

Remind you that your job is to make me fucking look good?

Eve, you ever see Ferness on the open field?

Damn, that boy could juke like nobody's business.

Calves like fucking border houses.

‐ We'll get him, Tony. He's one man.

‐ One man with an all‐county rushing record.

One man you put on the force. ‐ After you insisted on it.

‐ He's supposed to be a role model, not a goddamn maniac.

Eve, I've got a fundraiser to go to this afternoon.

Now, I would like to spend it

drinking 12‐year‐old scotch

and raking in 100‐year‐old money.

Now, do you think you can collar Ferness?

Or do I have to get up on a car

with a bullhorn and remind people

what real fucking leadership looks like?!

The fuck?

‐ Gene, there you are.

Tony,

this is Captain Gene Colder, homicide.

He's heading up things on the ground.

‐ This is more like it.

Nice to meet you, young man. Beer?

‐ Sticking to unleaded.

‐ Mr. Mayor, take our word for it.

It's a show of quiet strength if you leave things to us.

‐ I like loud strength, Eve. Loud!

What do you think, Captain?

‐ We got this.

‐ See, that's what I like to hear, Eve.

Decisiveness.

Power. Balls.

Speaking of which...

Shit.

‐ I'm Ginger Galanti, coming to you live

from the San Bonifacio police headquarters

where Chief Eve Raytek is set to address the media.

Let's go to her now.

‐ After this week's double car bombing

which cost my department two of its finest,

we are declaring a manhunt for Floyd Ferness.

He's a former officer with a grudge,

and he is‐‐forgive my French‐‐ a dangerous son of a gun.

You've must've met Floyd Ferness.

‐ Had drinks with him and Felicity once or twice.

He's‐‐intense guy.

‐ I met him yesterday.

‐ What?

‐ I chased him through a zoo parking lot.

He got away. ‐ He got‐‐

Jesus Christ.

‐ Okay. Be cool, you're my lawyer.

‐ And as your lawyer I'd advise you

to stop consorting with murder suspects.

‐ I'm not that sure that he's guilty.

Freddie Laffter said those bombs were out‐of‐town talent.

Floyd's not an out‐of‐town guy. Or that talented.

What'd you bring me?

‐ I've been closing out Felicity's accounts.

Thankfully, she kept things simple.

Automated payments. Not much credit card debt.

What are you looking for?

‐ Going through people's lives is my business.

I start by asking myself,

what is this person showing the world

and what are they hiding?

I need to know what Felicity was hiding.

‐ A second apartment.

‐ She didn't live in that complex.

Strucker confirmed it.

What's, ‐‐ what's this?

Autopay. What's Culpa‐conn?

‐ it's a local cell provider.

Their service is trash, but they cheap.

‐ So where's her burner phone?

‐ Let's call Culpa‐conn and see.

‐ No dice.

I need a notarized request to access the account.

Did you order that?

‐ A Greek.

He would always put one piece of fresh fruit

on the top of the dumpster.

For me.

‐ Felicity never told me that‐‐

‐ That's because she didn't know.

I did it so she wouldn't have to.

So the phone's a dead end?

‐ Well, there's always ways. I mean, we'd be better off

finding somebody with influence to grease the wheels.

‐ Jake Spivey invited me to a party today.

Seems to be running with a powerful crowd.

‐ You know Spivey? ‐ I know he's an idiot.

‐ Well, he's connected.

And dangerous.

Rumor is he's got an entire arsenal stashed away.

‐ He's also got giraffes.

‐ I love giraffes.

Aloha, ladies.

Thank you.

‐ I have that shirt. ‐ Why am I not surprised?

‐ Hey there.

‐ Sorry, have to search you a little bit.

Orders of Mr. Spivey.

‐ Okay‐‐ Very good.

See you bag, please?

This is very nice. ‐ Thank you.

‐ Okay. Ooh.

Freaky. ‐

Not what you were expecting?

‐ No, it's very good, it's just most people‐‐they have guns.

A good look. Okay.

Señor. Gracias.

Welcome.

‐ All right, gentleman.

‐ Jesus.

This place is a lot gaudier than I thought.

Look at this crowd.

Archer Flournoy's on the board of the phone company.

He could help us locate that cell.

I just re‐did his will. Cut the kids out.

It all goes to the dog.

‐ Obviously. ‐ Jesus.

The Staghornes are here.

I'm not sure anybody's seen them in daylight.

James and Jimmy Jr. own the "Chronicle,"

which means they pretty much control everything.

‐ My stars. Is that Allegra Dill?