Briarpatch

Previously on "Briarpatch"...

- You really have been gone a long time.

- 12 years. - You sticking around?

- Till I find out what happened to Felicity.

- Someone just blew up the landlady.

- I'm Calvin Strucker, Miss Dill.

This is Captain Gene Colder.

- Your sister and I, when my divorce comes through,

we were going to be married.

She said you were some kind of investigator.

- I work for a Senate subcommittee.

Cyrus.

- The senator would like to meet.

Your loss, while tragic,

presents an opportunity.

You know Spivey well.

While in town, you could depose him.

- Pick. So glad you came.

All right. A deposition?

- They found Clyde Brattle, Jake.

- And where was he? - Mexico City.

The senator only needs one of you.

You offering immunity?

- There's also the matter of her property.

A multi-unit fixer-upper with a price tag of 400,000.

No one lived in that apartment.

Certainly not my sister.

- I can show you something. Where Felicity actually lived.

- Where you two headed on a cool night like this?

- It'll keep until tomorrow. - Suit yourself.

Donna.

- Donna! Kitty!

Gene?

I'm...

I'm just getting the paper.

Donna!

Where are you, my kitty girl?

Gene, why is the front door open?

Yes?

Jesus Christ, Pick.

What's this I hear about you getting blown up?

Almost blown up.

That's a very precarious distinction.

You all right?

Concussion.

- I got a doctor on call who'll come by

and give you a shot of whatever you want.

Vitamin B. Demerol. Tequila.

Ow!

Sorry.

- Clyde Brattle slipped surveillance

in Mexico City. Stop.

Considered extremely armed and extremely dangerous. Stop.

Strike first "extremely." Stop.

Please deliver Spivey depo ASAP. Stop.

The tamales were indeed excellent.

Anyway...

- When can I get a copy of the deposition?

All business, huh?

Well, I can get it over to you this afternoon.

Kind of a busy morning over here.

Today, Jake.

I don't have time to babysit you on this.

Say, did you get my flowers?

I did.

You trying to warn me or woo me?

Why, Pickle Dill.

That's another precarious distinction.

The deposition, Jake.

I'm asking nicely.

They're not gonna be this polite

when they're coming for your goddamn throat.

Head trauma.

I tell you, it makes you grouchy.

You.

- When I heard that you checked yourself out the hospital,

I headed straight over to explain...

- What the hell was that last night? What did you know...

- I swear I did not know about the bomb!

I brought breakfast.

Okay, I know how this looks.

- Why did you get me out of that car last night?

I don't trust cops.

Especially not in this town.

- Felicity was a cop in this town.

- And she's the one that told me not to trust them.

- So, what, you were just following me?

- No. I figured that you might be at the apartment.

And when I saw you about to get into that car with Strucker...

Look...

Felicity...

she was there for me when I needed her.

She just about saved me.

And when it mattered, I couldn't save her.

I guess I just thought if I...

if I stayed close to you...

- I just had a lot of loss this year.

You want to help?

I don't need a friend. I need a lawyer.

Get me all the documents related to the sale

of that apartment complex.

I need to find out where the money came from.

- What, you don't think she paid for it?

I don't think she lived there.

- You know, most people think identifying a body

is like it is on TV,

with the big bag, and the unzipping and all.

But, really, it's just this.

I know.

I've done this before.

- I got two of my best men down, Sergeant,

and one of them was also my best girl,

so I'd appreciate it kindly if you shut your mouth

and got to work, is that clear? - Yes, ma'am.

Okay.

You're the sister.

I am.

Well, good Lord, sweetie.

Come here.

Come here. Come here.

I am so very, very sorry.

By God, this has been a hard one.

I'm Eve Raytek.

I'm the chief of police in this town.

What's left of them.

Remind me of your name?

Allegra.

- They named you both "happiness"? Huh.

Well, your folks must have been real characters.

Uh, may I?

Okay.

She still looks beautiful.

She looks dead.

That's because she is.

But you best believe

I'm gonna do everything in my power

to find out who made her that way.

I owe it to Felicity.

We all do.

- Okay. - But, I mean,

a serial bomber is a new one,

even for an established hive of criminal what-the-fuckery

like this fair city.

Listen, Allegra,

how about you and I get a drink later?

5:00 p.m.? Jolly's?

- Sure. - Okay.

Your man, Strucker.

He was...

Did he have a family?

- He's got a wife. I expect she's with him now.

Oh, they didn't tell you?

Calvin's not dead.

He may wish he was, but he's hanging in there.

[heart monitor beeping, respirator wheezing]

- Here's a look at the seven-day for San Bonifacio.

It's gonna be partly cloudy and hot

and just plain hot.

More on this in a hot minute.

Come on, Timmy,

That's not the grip I showed you.

- I'm tired of curveballs, Jimmy.

Why can't we just throw it straight?

That's a great question, Timmy, and one being asked

by folks in our home state of Texas