Joe Pickett (2021) s01e04 Episode Script

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- We got 'em.
They are up here.
Gonna drop in on 'em.
- Sheriff.
- Pickett.
What in God's name
happened up here?
- We found both outfitters
up here,
already dead.
And a third guy
came at us shootin'.
- And you took him down?
- Well, um, actually,
Pi-Pi-Pickett did.
- Joe took him down.
Then I finished the guy
'fore he had a chance
to get off another shot.
- How many times
did you shoot him?
- He came outta the woods
shooting at us.
Pickett saw him first,
thank God, and nicked him.
Then I had the shot,
so I took it.
- Uh-huh.
And then three more?
- Cut the crap, Barnum.
It was him or us.
If McLanahan wasn't so useless,
maybe he coulda done his job.
He could have taken him down,
yeah?
Then you wouldn't be sayin'
jack shit.
- That blood's dried.
Looks to me like
he was already wounded,
probably couple of days
when it all happened.
- Yeah, looks about right.
Well, I'll be damned.
That's Clyde Lidgard.
- Clyde Lidgard.
I know that name.
Who--who is he?
- He's the town creep.
Kinda guy
that makes your skin crawl.
Thought he was harmless,
but I guess
I probably shoulda seen
something like this comin'.
- So you think Clyde
killed the outfitters?
- Seems right, doesn't it?
See those antlers over there?
They gotta be worth, what,
a couple grand?
Clyde lived off scraps
from the dump.
- So you think
it was a robbery?
- Clyde probably came upon
these guys up here
stealing antlers
before huntin' season opened,
decided to rob 'em--
they all shot each other.
- Why would he stay up here
with the bodies?
- You saw it yourself,
Pickett.
It's kinda hard to mount
a horse with a gut shot.
Like I said,
seems cut and dried.
- Hmm.
So you think he was workin'
with 'em?
Or he came across 'em up here?
- I don't know, Pickett.
I guess we can't really
ask Clyde now, can we,
seein' as how
you and Wacey here
shot him in the chest
four times.
- Yeah, 'cause we're up here
doin' your job for you.
You wouldn't even know there
was a crazy-ass psycho murderer
up here
if it wasn't for me and Joe.
- Let's go.
We gotta meet forensics.
- You're welcome!
What?
Ooh,
I got a little worked up.
Come on,
let's get you to a hospital.
You look like hell.
- Clyde Lidgard.
Stay.
Good girl.
Mr. Lidgard?
Mr. Lidgard?
Mr. Lidgard?
Hey.
- Piss off.
- Mr. Lidgard.
Name's Joe Pickett.
I'm the new game warden.
Someone said they saw
a wounded deer
running towards
your property and--
Just--
- He was already dead
when I found him.
There's no rule against that,
is there?
- Uh, well,
you're supposed to report it.
We're out of season.
You should see your face.
- I'm gonna let ya off
with a warnin' this time.
But next time, just
Report it.
Please.
- Next time.
Next time.
Hello?
- Marybeth Pickett?
- Yes?
- Your husband's alive.
Don't worry.
He's being airlifted
to the hospital,
but he'll be okay.
- W-what?
What happened?
- He got shot in the face.
But not badly.
- In the face?
- He's being taken
to Foothills Hospital.
- Foothills, okay.
All right.
Uh, I-I'm gonna be right there.
Okay.
- Are you going
to Deer Days tomorrow?
- Iguess so.
- Would you mind if I introduce
my friends to you?
You're the talk of the town.
In case you don't know.
A real local celebrity.
- Sure.
- Well, I'll go see if I
can get you an extra Jell-O.
You know, for your service.
- Thanks.
- Well, ho-ly shit!
In one move--
one move--
you have changed
your whole reputation
in Twelve Sleep County.
Yesterday, every man, woman
and child in Saddlestring
thought you were a dipstick.
Nowyou're a local hero.
- Huh.
I don't really
feel like a hero.
- Well,
who cares what you feel?
People think you're a hero.
That's the important thing.
- Did you know him?
Clyde Lidgard?
- Not really.
Heard he took a lot of pictures
of his own dick.
Used to sneak into people's
mailboxes--real weirdo.
But that's neither here
nor there.
The important thing
is that man was a murderer.
A deranged, homicidal lunatic
that you put down.
- Well, Wacey--
- You showed a lot of guts,
Joe.
And I'm proud of you, son.
- Thanks, Vern.
It's just, I don't know.
Still, something--
something about it
about it doesn't sit right.
- Well, what's wrong, Joe?
You shot somebody,
now you feel bad?
So you're looking for reasons
why you should feel bad,
but there isn't one.
You do what you have to do,
you move on.
- Yeah, I just--
I feel like there's
more to the story, you know?
Why was Clyde up there
in the first place?
- Well, why anything?
Why is the sky blue?
- Because particles
in the atmosphere--
- Oh, Jesus, Joe.
You are trying
to rationalize the actions
of an irrational man.
Can't you just take a win
for once in your life?
Clyde is a psycho,
you're a hero.
Case closed.
- Oh, but--
- You go looking for trouble
in Saddlestring,
you're gonna find it.
Man, you got lucky this time.
You got the bad guy
before he got you.
Next timetch.
This may sound selfish,
but I could never
forgive myself
if I got you the post
that got you killed.
InterWest is the greatest
thing that ever happened to me.
Let me put out some feelers.
Local hero like you?
Pillar of our community?
They might be hiring.
- Hmm, thanks, but no thanks.
I-I like my job.
- Well, let me look into it.
It's good to have options.
And the salary they're offering
is three times
what you're making now.
And nobody shoots at you.
- Excuse me, can you tell me
where room 203 is?
Vern.
- That husband of yours
is one lucky son of a bitch.
- What?
- Here, let me get that
for you.
- Wow.
Oh, hi, honey.
- "Hi, honey"?
"Hi, hon"?
Are you serious?
Thanks.
I thought you got shot
in the face.
- Yeah, I did.
- Joe, I was worried sick.
I drove here
a hundred miles an hour.
- Well, my--my phone died.
- Oh, your phone died.
- And Barnum promised
that he was gonna call you.
Nobody told you
that I was all right?
- No, nobody told me.
Well, yeah, somebody called,
but you know what,
I didn't make sense
at the time.
You know what, Joe?
You're gonna get
shot in the face,
next time you better be dead.
- Vern thinks I'm a hero.
-
Oh, well, Vern's an idiot.
Scoot over.
- I'm so confused.
I thought I lost you, Joe.
You're the love of my life.
I thought I lost you.
- Hey, no.
Hey, come here.
-
- Come here.
It's okay.
Last night was awful.
And the worst part was not
being able to reach ya.
Next time you tell me
to be careful,
I'm gonna listen.
-
You better.
- Yeah.
- Joe, it was really bad.
-
Yeah, it's okay.
- Give us a minute.
- Morning, Opal.
Boys.
Why don't you grab a seat?
Join me for a drink?
- At 10 in the morning?
- Well
- Vern,
you said you had everything
taken care of.
I think you told me an untruth.
I think you're so
crammed full of horseshit
that it's leaking
out of your mouth.
- Look, Opal,
I been up all night.
I've already been
to the hospital and back.
- To meet with Joe Pickett.
- The man you handpicked
to replace you.
The man you said would be
so easy to control.
- I can handle Pickett.
- You couldn't handle
your own dick.
-
With two hands.
- I'm sick of this.
I'm the one
that brought this to you.
I got more to lose here
than anybody.
They didn't find a thing,
so stop worryin' and back off.
- That's easy for you to say,
Vern.
It's not your money.
- This better be the last
of the loose ends, Vern.
- No more loose ends.
I promise.
- All right, it's lunch time.
We're all gonna eat now,
'cause if you don't eat,
then you get sick.
Here--one, two,
three, four.
Okay, eat this.
Oh.
Here.
There's one there.
- What are those?
- Nothing.
- Are theymarmots?
Ferrets or squirrels?
-
- Or
- They're nothing.
- Well,
if you won't tell me,
I'm gonna ask Dad about them.
- Don't.
You can't say anything.
If they see him,
they'll take them away.
- I get to name them.
- No.
- I get to name them,
or else I'll tell Dad.
- Fine.
We both get to name them.
- Uh
Willie!
- Rosie!
- Hippity Hop!
-
- Hmm, perfect.
Here, I've been teaching them
some tricks.
Wanna see?
- For me,
the real question is
what was Clyde Lidgard
doing all the way up there
at Crazy Woman Creek
in the first place?
It'sodd place
to stage a robbery.
Nate said he saw Ote
and two others
head up there--no third guy.
So was Clyde just
waiting up there for 'em?
Did he happen upon 'em?
Neither of those
seem quite right.
Nobody else seems
curious about it,
but it seems odd to me.
- But you're sure Clyde
killed the outfitters?
Clyde, not Nate?
- It looks that way.
Why?
- Well,
Nate Romanowski asked me
to be his lawyer.
- But you said no, right?
- Yeah.
Sort of.
I--
I mean, I have been wanting
to get back to work.
Not necessarily
a capital murder case,
but that--
seems like that might be
irrelevant now anyway, so--
- I'm gonna be honest with ya.
Wouldn't have felt entirely
comfortable about that.
- I wasn't entirely
comfortable with you
heading up that mountain
to hunt murderers, either.
Or getting yourself shot
in the stupid face.
- Point taken.
- Mm.
- I hope the girls weren't
too worried about me.
- Oh. Oh, hey, Dad.
Can you make me some popcorn?
- And some coffee
would be wonderful.
Not everyone's gonna
spoon-feed you Jell-O.
- Hmm.
- Thank you.
- Where's Sheridan?
- I'm worried about her.
You know, she's acting odd.
She's spending all her time
fixated on the wood pile.
- Hmm.
I'll talk to her.
- Dad!
What happened to your face?
- Game warden business.
How are you doing?
Okay?
Lotta of strange things been
happening around here lately.
- I'm fine.
- Yeah?
- So did you catch the bad guy
up at Crazy Woman Creek?
- I think so.
Yeah, we did.
- So we're safe now?
- We're safe.
- Mm.
- Yeah.
- So why'd he come here?
- Who?
- That man, Ote Keeley.
Why'd he come here?
You told Mom he came here
for a reason.
So what was it?
- Don't you worry about that.
Okay?
- Okay.
- Wyoming Game & Fish
Headquarters.
- This is Game Warden 1052,
Joe Pickett.
I'm just calling
about a scat sample
that was sent to you
by Twelve Sleep
Sheriff Department.
Hello?
- This is Les Etbauer.
- Oh.
Mr. Etbauer, I'm--
I'm surprised to be
speaking with you about this.
- Mm-hmm.
So what is this in regard to?
- Uh, it was a scat sample
that was sent in
by Twelve Sleep
Sheriff Department.
- Scat sample?
- Mm-hmm.
- Mm, uh,
no, we never got
anything like that.
- It should have arrived
two days ago.
- Well, uhha.
Didn't. Ha.
- Well, could you check again,
please, sir?
It's--it's important.
It's part of a homicide
investigation, maybe.
- Sure.
I checked.
No one set us
any scat samples.
- Huh.
Um
All right, thanks anyway.
- Mm-hmm.
Wacey Hedeman.
- Brought your horse
and your truck back.
- Thanks.
Hey.
All right, now.
All right.
Come on.
Shh, shh.
Hey, yeah.
Yeah.
- I could use a drink.
How 'bout you?
- You smell like you've already
had a couple.
- I guess maybe I did,
Officer.
- Can't stop thinkin'
about the shooting.
Just keeps
playing it over and over
in my head.
- Yeah, me too.
- I never shot anyone before.
Not even in Iraq.
- Yeah, I've never
shot anyone before either.
- Mm-hmm.
You're lucky, Joe.
To have all this.
I realized something
this morning
when I was going home alone.
If I'da died up there
be no one to cry
at my funeral.
It sounds stupid,
but I think I need to be
around people today.
Family people.
- Mm-hmm.
That's the kind-a day
that makes a man take stock.
I feel that too.
- Mm.
You know, I feel bad that we
had to kill Clyde Lidgard.
But he shot all those people.
Tried to kill us too,
and for what?
Some antlers?
There's part of me
that feels bad about all that.
Then I think about it,
and there's another part of me
that wishes I could
go back up there
and kill him all over again.
- I got something
I gotta do in town.
Come on,
I'll give you a ride.
Come on.
- I like this.
- Hey, Cricket.
- Hey.
- Sheriff Barnum in?
- No, he's headed down
to help set up for Deer Days.
You going tomorrow?
- Yeah, um
I need to speak
with Nate Romanowski.
- Mm.
The sheriff approve that?
- Uh, not really.
But I--I'll be quick.
- Okay. But first
I've been doing
a lotta research on Nate,
and it's weird.
I mean,
he's not in the system.
No prints, no address,
no online presence at all.
I mean, you can Google
my great grandma,
but you can't Google Nate?
- Hmm.
That is kinda weird.
- Do you think he, like
traveled through time?
- Probably not.
- Huh, okay.
- Okay.
- Oh, uh, wait.
Give that to Nate.
He's uh,
gettin' a little too thin.
A-and tell him it's fresh,
just how he likes it.
- Fresh.
- Mm-hmm.
- Nate.
- Joe.
What's up, man?
Is that a muffin?
No, Cricket's
trying to get me fat.
No, sir.
- What are you up to?
Just getting this work.
What do you mean?
- I mean with me
and my family.
- Huh?
- You dropped a dead vulture
on my doorstep.
You ask me to help ya out,
you send me up
to Crazy Woman Creek--
I got shot.
While I'm away, you ask
my wife to be your lawyer.
So I'm asking you,
what are ya up to?
- When you put it like that,
sounds pretty bad.
- I'm gonna make myself clear.
Anyone hurts my wife,
I will kill them.
That's funny, Joe.
You know,
your wife said the same thing
to me about you.
When I first met her,
she threatened me.
Nobody threatens me.
You Picketts
are a protective bunch.
That's why I want her
to be my lawyer, Joe.
Hmm.
- You said you saw three men
headed up to Crazy Woman Creek.
Could it have been four?
- Nope, three.
- Uh-huh.
Do you know Clyde Lidgard?
- Yeah, crazy guy.
- Mm.
How well did you know him?
- Not well.
I've seen him around.
But he's the kind of guy
you won't forget.
- Yeah, he's the--
he's the fourth man
up at Crazy Woman Creek.
People believe him
to be the killer.
- Hmm, this Clyde must be a--
a really tough guy in order to
get over on all three of them.
- Yeah.
- Weird thing is, I--
I never saw him armed.
I mean, was he a hunter?
Did he know his way
around a rifle?
- No.
- Hmm.
Doesn't seem
like a killer to me.
Seems more like a scapegoat.
Oh, Joe.
Can you do me a favor?
Can you feed my falcons for me?
I forgot to hire a pet sitter
before I moved in here.
Thanks, Joe.
This is good.
- It's good to
see ya, baby ♪
It's been a long,
long while ♪
We're both
a whole lot older ♪
And seen a lot of miles ♪
But things
are different now ♪
Since the good ol' days ♪
And you've
been in some trouble ♪
Since we went
our separate ways ♪
We'll have to
say hello again ♪
Some other time instead ♪
'Cause you're wanted
by the police ♪
And my wife
thinks you're dead ♪
- Smile.
- Lots had heard the rumor ♪
That you had lost
your life♪
- Breakfast!
- Yay!
- Hey!
- Now here
you're showin' up again♪
- And I can see
that one of us♪
- Okay, girls.
- And to think
that all the trouble ♪
And the crazy♪
- Well, this is ironic.
- What?
- Gun safety booth.
Since you shot me in the face?
- Yeah, I get it, Pickett.
What do you want, hmm?
- You told me you were gonna
send that scat sample in.
- Which I did.
- Huh.
- I did.
I mailed it myself, all right?
$5.15, by the way,
which you are responsible.
- Huh.
- Hey, there you are.
- Ah.
- I was hoping
I would see you here.
Um
this is the game warden
I was telling you about.
- It'snice to meet you.
Uh, I was actually just
heading back to my family.
- Oh, I hate you, Pickett.
- Who was that?
- Oh, it's the nurse from--
- Nurse.
Oh, the nurse.
Gosh, I guess I just
didn't recognize her
without the Jell-O.
- There he is!
The man of the hour,
Joe Pickett!
Saddlestring can sleep a whole lot easier
'cause of that man
right there.
And, not to brag,
but I am the guy
that handpicked him
for the job.
Just sayin'!
It's good to see you,
baby♪
- Well, you have to admit
it's kinda nice--
the town finally seeing you
the way I do.
- Want a coffee?
I'll grab you one.
- What are you up to?
- Seems the least I could do
for keeping you up
the other night.
- Well, yeah.
Sure, thanks.
I'd love a coffee.
- Mm-hmm.
Sheriff.
- Joe.
So how are your family enjoying
your first Deer Days?
- It's good.
- Good.
Hey, you should try this.
Ethiopian Yirgacheffe.
Now, they say it is
the Pinot Noir of coffee beans.
- Hmm.
Oh, no, I'm--I'm good.
- All right.
- Say, I was wondering,
what you plannin' to do
with Nate Romanowski?
-
What about him?
- Well, if Clyde
killed the outfitters,
does it change anything?
- Why would it?
I still got Nate cold
for Ote's killing.
- But do you?
'Cause I've been asking around.
No one's ever
seen Nate with Clyde.
Seems highly unlikely
that they'd be
robbing poachers together.
- I agree.
- Right.
Doesn't it seem like
a strange coincidence--
you got two murder scenes
on the same night
in the same area?
- It's not coincidence.
It's causality.
In my experience,
trouble brings more trouble.
Okay,
when Clyde killed the poachers
up at Crazy Woman Creek,
Ote got away.
But in his haste,
he passed through
Nate Romanowski's property,
which was a fatal mistake.
Nate killed Ote
just like he said he would.
Wrong place, wrong time,
wrong escape route.
- That's a interesting theory.
- Aw, hell, Pickett.
We got Nate
with the murder weapon--
which he forged himself--
in the same place as the
deceased as he was dying.
You want me to build you
a time machine so you can
go back and watch the crime
with your own two eyes?
- What does Nate say
about that?
- Who gives a shit?
Okay, now, I realize
that you've developed
some kind of unhealthy interest
in Nate Romanowski.
But trust me,
you have no idea
who that man is
or what he is capable of.
Now, if I were you,
I would steer clear of him.
And I sure as shit
would not let my wife
be alone
in the same room as him.
I would think you would
at least have that much sense.
God damn it,
now my coffee is cold.
- Can I ask you something?
Did you happen to know
Clyde Lidgard by chance?
- A little.
Not much.
- Can you tell me about him?
I'm just trying to understand
why he killed those men.
- You mean if
he killed those men.
- You don't think he did?
The rest of the town
seems pretty sure.
- I'm a mail carrier,
which means I know
everyone in town pretty well.
And Clyde always
struck me as crazy, sure,
but not like that.
He would shop
when he was manic--
like, compulsively shop.
One time, I delivered 200
snake bite kits to his house.
- Snake bite kits?
- Mm-hmm.
And he insisted I take one.
He was worried about me.
Clyde wasn't the boogeyman,
he was
afraid of the boogeyman.
You know what I mean?
- Yeah, a victim.
Not a victimizer.
- Exactly.
- Hi. I know this horse.
Are you a Keeley?
- Yeah.
I'm April.
- April.
I'm Marybeth Pickett.
I'm Sheridan's mom.
I think you two
are in school together.
- She reads a lot.
- That sounds like Sheridan.
Where's your mom?
Is she here?
- No, she's still in bed.
- You came all the way here
by yourself?
You must be pretty great
on that horse.
- I am.
But now we have to sell him.
My mom says we can't afford
to feed him anymore.
- April, tell you what
If you can't find anyone
to buy your horse,
I'll board him at my house.
I'll take care of him for you.
- And could I visit him
sometimes?
- You can visit him
any time you like.
Nice to meet you, April.
- Welcome to Deer Days!
You guys having fun?
- Yeah!
- Of course,
let's take time
to thank
our Deer Days sponsors,
the Scarletts.
They paid for this stage,
and I'ma gonna use it!
- He gonna give himself
a heart attack.
- Can you guys keep a secret?
- No.
- Well,
I know you can't, Wacey.
Here's the thing--
quite a few of you know
I gave up my post
as game warden
and started working
for InterWest Resources.
Well, they think
I'm workin' for them,
but I'm really a double agent,
'cause I'm working for you.
- Gee, thanks for the coffee.
- Least that's my story,
and I'm stickin' to it!
They wanna do business
here in Saddlestring.
- Hi.
- Well,
we want all the goodies.
Come on up here.
Got a new basketball court,
playgrounds for the schools,
computer center,
and a Jacuzzi.
I want y'all to remember that
next year
when I run for mayor.
You hear that, Gary?
I'm comin' for your job next.
- The mayor is a goat!
- Now, right now,
I would like to introduce you
to two honest-to-God heroes.
Joe Pickett and Wacey Hedeman,
come on up here!
- Go on, honey, get up there.
- Go, Daddy, go!
- Twelve Sleep County's
a whole lot safer
'cause of these two men
right here.
It's a new day in Saddlestring.
A great new day.
Thank you.
- I'm just so glad that you
were there to protect Joe.
- I'm just doing my job,
ma'am.
Just doing my job.
- You can call me Missy.
- Gimme that microphone.
I got something to say.
Y'all don't run off.
Y'all know me,
and you heard what happened
up at Crazy Woman Creek.
But did you know
that Sheriff Barnum
didn't even wanna
go up there?
Too lazy, I guess.
Or too scared.
Or maybe--dare I say it--
+
too corrupt.
I figure if I'm gonna
do his job for him,
I may as well get paid for it.
Y'all heard what Vern said.
This town is changing.
New opportunities.
New money.
Playground for our new generation.
What we need is new leadership.
That's why I, Wacey Hedeman,
am officially announcing my bid
to be your new sheriff!
- Never gonna happen.
- Wacey Hedeman for sheriff.
I get it done.
Who wants a T-shirt?
- Me!
- Yeah.
- It's catchy.
- Whoa!
- Hey, Sheridan?
- Yes?
- Where's your sister?
- I don't know.
- Seen Lucy?
- I'll go. I'll go.
- Okay.
Luce?
Lucy!
- Whoa.
Did you win a contest?
- No, I just got picked.
- Can--can I get picked?
- No,
you're too country weird.
- Am not!
My dad is a hero.
He was just on stage.
He takes care of animals.
So do I.
Me and my sister
even have magic pets.
We named them Willie, Rosie,
and Hippity Hop.
But that's a secret
I can't tell you about.
- What kind of secret pet?
- There ya are.
We were looking everywhere
for you.
- I wasn't lost.
I was right here.
- Mm-hmm.
- You're the new game warden,
huh?
Arlen Scarlett.
I'm Julie's dad.
Ah, Joe Pickett.
Lucy's dad.
- Lucy, you can't run off
like that, hun.
Come on, you know better.
- I heard about what happened
at Crazy Woman Creek.
It sounded pretty hairy.
- The annual Deer Days parade
is about to start.
- Hey,
that's our cue, huh?
- Everyone to your floats.
- Come on, Deer Queen.
- We couldn't find you.
- Come on, girls.
Huh? Hop on.
- Really?
- Of course.
- Well, just wait a second.
-
There you go.
Hey.
It's okay, right?
- Please, Dad?
- Please, please?
- Can we?
- Please?
- Uh
- We'll be right here.
- Okay, I guess.
- Yes!
Have fun.
- So, seems like
a lot of people in town
like Clyde
for the outfitter murders.
- Yeah.
- Do you think he did it?
- I have my doubts.
I keep flashing back
to the shooting.
- Mm.
- Clyde Lidgard
pointing his gun at us.
- Must have been terrifying.
- It's not that.
It's Clyde.
He had the shot.
He didn't take it.
If he'd already killed two men,
why would he hesitate
before killing a third?
- Well
maybe he's not a predator.
- Hey, that's it.
That's what I keep seeing.
Clyde was scared.
I mean,
even a deer will bite
if it's backed into a corner.
That's what he looked like
to me--
a scared deer.
- So if Clyde's the scapegoat,
who stands to gain the most?
- Well, that's the question.
- Okay, well,
let's say theoretically
Clyde didn't do it.
And for a moment,
Nate didn't do it either.
What--
what connects them?
- Sheriff Barnum?
He arrested Nate
for Ote's murder.
He determined
Clyde killed the other two
right off the bat.
- You really think the
sheriff's involved in this?
- Wouldn't surprise me.
I mean
I think if he was, he'd be
nobody could catch him.
- I just wish we knew
where Clyde's trailer was.
I feel like we could
learn a lot from that.
- I, uh
I do.
I know where his trailer is.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
- I'm gonna go talk to Mom.
Mom?
-
- Mom.
- Oh, excuse me.
Yeah?
- Would you take the girls home
for us?
- Why, where are you going?
- The town dump.
-
Of course you are.
- Thank you!
- Wow.
- That's your daughter?
- Uh, yes, you can tell?
- Joe,
is this stupid of us?
- Uh
yeah.
- But it's pretty fun, too,
isn't it?
- Yeah.
God, maybe he did do it.
- Bring that.
- Thanks.
- Good?
- Yeah.
Joe. Joe.
Just try it first.
- Hmm.
Oh, man.
Joe, there must be
10,000 photos in here.
Look at this.
They're everywhere.
Oh, it's disgusting.
Oh, God.
- What?
-
Well, that's--
that's something
I can't ever unsee.
Joe.
- Ah.
I'm not sure I needed to see
Clyde Lidgard's penis.
- Don't come over here then.
-
- Oh,
this is a much better angle.
- I like how he backlit it.
-
- Nice touch.
- Artsy, this one.
-
- Willie?
Rosie?
Hippy Hop?
Come on out.
- Hello?
Hello?
This is Joe Pickett.
- Hello? Joe.
I know who you are.
You called about
the scat sample?
- Are you there?
- I saw it come in on Tuesday,
and it went to Game Biology,
and then it disappeared.
- It disappeared?
- It's not here.
I looked everywhere.
I don't know.
Just let me put it this way--
anything you send us
will get lost.
- Seriously?
Why?
- I wanna say
just forget about the package.
Just forget about it and--
- Marybeth!
Marybeth!
- Joe!
Joe! Joe!
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I--
I came out the back, and then--
and it exploded!
- Hey, hey, are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay.
- You okay?
- I'm okay.
- Well, we know one thing.
Clyde didn't do that.
- Neither did Nate Rowanowski.
- No.
- Joe.
- Hmm?
- Joe, why does Clyde Lidgard
have a picture of you?
What the hell is going on?
- Oh, shit.
Okay, let's go.
- I--
- Yeah, I know. Let's go.
- Okay, it's okay.
It's okay.