[ Grunts ] Damn.
Too many last night.
We should've been here hours ago.
Oh, relax. Jimmy's sound asleep.
[ Ice rattles ] Not so loud, man.
You're gonna wake him up.
You're gonna stroke yourself out one of these days.
Hey, who's been messing with Jimmy's rig?
No one that knows what's good for 'em.
Jimmy will put a powerful hurt
on anybody messing with his rig.
Damn!
I'm sorry about not spending the night.
It's just Jeff and the wedding.
Oh, no, no, no. I don't want to rush you.
No, no rushing. [ Both laugh ]
Oh, what was that?!
- Oh. - Oh, I see.
- Oh, wow. [ Laughing ] - Just...
- Florida Brides. - I-it's research.
Oh, I can tell.
Okay, fine. I'm a girl.
- It's stupid. Whatever. - Oh, you're a girl, all right.
Oh, that's nice.
I could totally see you in that.
I could totally see you out of it, as well.
Well, for 2 grand, I'd better get that reaction.
2 grand for a dress you're only gonna wear once?
That's the plan, I mean,
assuming you don't screw this thing up.
Let me buy it for you, then.
Oh, okay. [ Chuckles nervously ]
Aren't you gonna fight me on that?
- Why... 'cause I'm stupid? - Good point.
[ Laughs ] No, actually, seriously,
that's very sweet, but I already have a plan.
I'm going to apply for this orthopedic fellowship
at the hospital.
It's 30 bucks an hour, and it's part-time.
An extra job? What, are you collecting them?
It's just for six weeks, and I'll get to buy the dress,
but, more importantly, I get to work with Ted Hardy.
He's a legend in the sports-surgery world.
Wow.
Okay, then go for it.
- Yeah? - Yeah, I mean,
whatever makes you feel like Cinderella on the day.
Mm. You know what that'll make you?
Prince Charming?
- Late for work. - Oh.
[ Giggles ]
Two employees from The Smokeoff
found our victim just like this...
Lid closed and apple in mouth.
From rigor, I'd put time of death at midnight.
What is that smell?
A dead body. No, not that one.
The bacon one.
Oh, this could be the best day ever.
Not for our victim.
Jimmy Steele, A.K.A....
Captain Barbecue.
I know this guy. He's huge.
Yeah, he should've laid off the smoked meats.
No, no. I mean his... his barbecue empire.
He's got his own TV show, his own cookbooks,
a line of rubs and sauces,
plus a whole chain of restaurants.
Looks kind of thinner on TV.
Because he died from anaphylactic shock.
- Allergic reaction? To what? - Could be anything,
but the allergen tripped his immune system,
flooded his body with histamines,
which caused angioedema...
Swelling of his lips, face, and tongue.
His blood pressure lowered and then triggered a heart attack.
Huh.
I also found this... an epipen.
It injects epinephrine into the body,
slows the allergic reaction down
long enough for the victim to get to an E.R.
People with severe allergies always have one on hand.
I-I'm guessing whoever rolled him into this pit
knew about his condition.
And then someone stuffed him in there
before he had time to call for help,
using his body as the perfect murder weapon.
Okay, but, uh, what's with the apple?
Oh, the apple is a statement.
Jimmy Steele was a pig.
And whoever made it is somewhere out there in hogheaven.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
The Glades 04x03 Killer Barbecue Original Air Date June 10, 2013
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Body's headed into the shop.
You know there's more to this crime scene
- than Jimmy's grill. - Shh!
I'm trying to figure out Jimmy's secret rub.
All right, it's garlic.
It's salt. Is that paprika?
What we need to figure out is what he was allergic to.
Well, it wasn't sweet, savory barbecue.
That's for sure.
Oh, do you smell that?
[ Sniffs ] Mmm.
Please close that. It needs another 18 hours.
Okay.
Uh, and that would make you...
I'm Trina Burns, Jimmy's number two.
I came as soon as I heard.
Huh. Detective Longworth, Dr. Sanchez.
So, what was your boss doing out here all alone last night?
It's how he always liked to cook.
He liked the quiet, no interruptions.
He got here yesterday to roast the hog slow and low
for 24 hours to kick off The Smokeoff.
24 hours? That sounds awesome.
It is, but if the fire dies, then the hog is ruined.
Oh, well, then we'll make sure it stays on.
It's a crime scene.
It's Captain Barbecue's last hog, Carlos.
It's what he would've wanted.
The man was an artist. Should I cancel the contest?
I've got 300 cooks firing up their grills right now,
not to mention the food vendors, the beer tent.
Oh, I think we've suffered enough loss for today.
Is that Jimmy's bike?
Yeah, he used it to run errands.
It was easier than the R.V.
Piggly Wiggly?
There's one in Everglades City about 15 minutes away.
It's Jimmy's hometown.
That's why he did The Smokeoff here?
Yeah. He never forgot where he was from.
It's so sad.
He was always really careful
and just made sure that he was prepared
so he would not go this way.
So you knew about his allergies?
Well, yeah. I mean, everybody did.
It's why he didn't grill oysters or clams or shrimp.
Shellfish.
At least now we know what we're looking for.
Might help us figure out who.
Uh, anyone have it out for Jimmy?
Maybe have a run-in with one of the other contestants?
Mnh-mnh. No, never.
Right, because people that camp out for three days
and smoke meat and drink beer are completely sane.
Sweet land yacht.
Yeah, Jimmy toured a lot this way.
He always had what he needed.
Okay.
His R.V. is registered to Baby Back LLC.
That's, uh, one of Jimmy's shell corporations.
He was into a lot of things.
Jimmy grew up poor in the swamp
and made a $50-million business out of nothing.
And I also found this if it helps.
Uh, Carlos? Carlos: Hmm?
Med-alert necklace.
A lot of good it does in the drawer.
His wife, Mary, made him wear it,
but it got in the way when he was grilling.
Where can we find her?
She passed away six months ago... cancer.
He has a daughter, Anna.
She's, um, up north somewhere,
but they haven't talked in a while.
When Mary died, he threw himself into work.
- It's how he coped. - Is this another?
Graydon's. That's Jimmy favorite bourbon.
But, no, he wasn't a big drinker.
Uh, Carlos, check it out.
Is there a contestant I should worry about?
[ Sighs ]
More like one we should worry about.
[ Chuckles ] "The Green Machine"?
[ Chuckles ] Hey, Dr. Sanchez. Detective.
Guess this means it's true about Jimmy.
That's why, uh, we're here. You?
Oh, barbecuing's kind of a hobby.
A hobby? This is one serious rig.
Oh, thanks.
I configured it all myself. Generator powers the laptop,
which adjust the intake fans, keeps the heat constant.
Blu-ray thermometers monitor the meat,
send a text to my smartphone.
I'm also in a cellular hot spot, so if it helps,
I could run Jimmy's financials while we're setting up.
Great, and, uh, while you're at it,
look into a company called Baby Back LLC.
Hey, Danny, marinade's ready.
This is my brother, Drew, the other half of The Green Machine.
Detective Longworth and Dr. Sanchez.
Oh, yeah. Danny talks about you all the time.
Man, that sucks about Jimmy, huh?
He was definitely King of "Q."
Sho' nuff. Sho' nuff.
Oh, a little early for that, isn't it?
[ Both cough ]
It's, uh... It's marinade.
Jimmy always likes to sign off every show with a shot.
Drew, I said no green chilies!
We only get one bite to impress the judges, man.
We're not gonna impress the judges, man,
if we set their mouths on fire.
Now, cut it with ketchup, get your head in the game.
Come on. [ Sighs ]
Sorry.
Drew and I used to compete together in everything...
science fairs, pinewood derby, barbecue contests...
Till Cindy Pelligrini.
Met her here three years ago.
She and I totally hit it off
till Drew asked her out behind my back.
Things got ugly. She dumped us both.
So, uh, sharp tools and open flames...
Is that really a good idea?
Eh, our mom said enough was enough
and decided to sign us up for The Smokeoff, put it all behind us.
We actually have a shot at winning this year
because Landon Givens isn't competing.
Landon...?
He's the Tiger Woods of ribs...
Won the baby-back category five years running now.
Drew, what are you doing?
Um, unwrapping the waygu brisket.
Meat inspection's in an hour.
It has to stay at 45 degrees Fahrenheit
to set up the Maillard reaction.
All right, this is critical.
No, no. Let the healing begin.
Hardy: Callie Cargill.
A third-year med student, huh?
Why aren't you in school?
I'm taking some time off.
Getting married.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
I'm a three-time loser myself.
W-what's that quote about insanity?
Oh, uh, doing the same thing over and over again
and expecting different results.
[ Chuckles ] It's Einstein.
Okay, Einstein.
- You got the job. - Really?
I need you two days a week.
I'm doing a longitudinal study
on the efficacy of various orthopedic procedures.
These patient files date back 10 years.
I need them organized for statistical analysis.
Okay, uh, by patient age, outcome?
You're the med student. You figure it out.
You can use my office.
Oh, you mean now?
You need to be somewhere?
No. I'm good.
Good. I'm late for rounds.
I'll see you in a few hours.
Don't screw up.
Cashier in Everglades City rang Jimmy up at 9:53 P.M.
He bought 10 heads of garlic and a bag of apples,
which means he got back to his R.V. around about 10:30,
11:00 at the latest.
Which leaves a window for our killer
to get in and out of the R.V. without him noticing.
That's evidence, not lunch, and it was in Jimmy's mouth.
And this was under his lip.
Carlos: Bar-code sticker.
Supermarkets use it to track produce.
So, you're saying it was a spiked apple
that triggered his allergy attack?
It wasn't the apple.
Other than a small amount of alcohol, his stomach was empty,
which means he finished prepping his pig,
knocked back his celebratory shot...
Sho' nuff... And died.
I'm having its contents tested.
I tracked down Anna, Jimmy's daughter.
She runs a cat rescue in Woodstock, New York.
"Friends of Pookie."
[ Chuckles ] Dad must've been so proud.
I called Woodstock P.D.
They're sending a squad over to her house to notify her.
I also ran Jimmy's name in the system.
Last year, he filed a restraining order
against a Landon Givens.
Also has a prior for hunting deer on a neighbor's property.
The Landon Givens, as in the Tiger Woods of ribs?
He grew up in Everglades City.
That's the same city Jimmy grew up in.
Jimmy never forgot where he came from.
Maybe Landon never forgot Jimmy.
Which would explain why the Tiger Woods of ribs
has a beef with Captain Barbecue.
A beef with Captain Barbecue.
That was cute.
Oh, that smells amazing.
That's Blackjack oak right there.
Can't beat that.
Okay, chef, what do you recommend...
Ribs, brisket, Sonny's chicken po' boy?
I recommend you take a number.
Even if you are the police.
You're here about Jimmy Steele.
You want to know about that restraining order.
Um, not if it stops you from what you're doing.
I ain't never laid a finger on that man.
I did win five titles for the best ribs.
So, I challenged him to a cook-off.
He gonna hide behind his lawyers.
Blocked me from competing.
He filed papers so I couldn't defend my title.
- Good reason to smoke the guy. - Come on, man,
I don't need Jimmy Steele's stamp of approval.
I got theirs.
You know, for a long time,
this was the only place
that black and whites could share a table together.
So, long as I got food, hungry people gonna eat.
Sho' nuff. Oh, that was Jimmy's saying.
[ Chuckles ] Come on, folks have been saying that
for 200 years around here.
But Jimmy was a local, right?
Uh, you two go back a ways?
Hardly.
Jimmy adopted our town for his little down-home act.
So, if you'll excuse me, hungry people got to eat.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Get that number.
[ Ringing continues ] What's up, Daniel?
Daniel: Detective, you'd better get back here... quick!
[ Popping ] Daniel?
[ Fireworks popping ]
[ Popping continues ]
Sorry for the panic call.
It was a lot worse when it started.
An animal-rights activist buried firecrackers in everyone's rig
while we were getting our meat inspected.
Not going anywhere near that one.
Just to make sure no one cheats or pre-marinades.
One by one, we fire up our rigs
and [Whoosh] the whole place lights up
like the Fourth of July.
Security caught her, though.
Oh, I wonder what gave her away.
Uh, hey, Anna. A long way from Woodstock.
How do you know my name?
Well, any friend of Pookie's is a friend of mine.
You're Jimmy Steele's daughter.
Yeah. Well, I got nothing to say to you.
No worries. Your sign says it all.
Daniel. You bet.
Oh, I'm sorry. Do you want some?
Oh, no, I don't support the animal-cruelty complex.
But it supports you.
Yeah, I checked your charity financials.
You received 100 grand from Jimmy's family trust every year.
I mean, that's a lot of kitty litter
or was till your dad froze your accounts last year.
Ah, see, told you I'd find a reason for you to kill him.
Okay, for starters, Jimmy wasn't my father.
He was my stepfather and an insult to all living things.
Gandhi said the greatness of a nation
and its moral progress
can be judged by the way its animals are treated.
And Jimmy said, "if you kill it, I'll grill it."
He celebrated animal cruelty, but I didn't kill him.
I'm a vegan.
I believe in peace through harmony.
Just not with your stepdad.
Yeah, your rap sheet says that you disrupted his TV show.
You threw red paint on his restaurants,
oh, which started right about the time your trust ended.
Okay.
My mom had cancer, lost her hair, couldn't eat.
The minute she was buried, Jimmy started partying,
dating one bimbo after another.
I called him on it, and he cut off my trust.
See, that wasn't so hard.
Although, that does now make your motive twice as strong.
Okay, if I had killed him,
why would I protest The Smokeoff?
Wouldn't killing the butcher
behind the ceremonial slaughter of innocent animals
be protest enough?
Well, it would make one hell of a distraction.
Where were you at midnight?
A gas station on the Pennsylvania Turnpike.
I hitched a ride with some PETA activists
I met at a foie-gras protest in Hudson, New York.
The driver was Moon something.
He drove a white van.
Moon something, white van.
All right, I'll get right on that.
What you should get on
is finding out who killed my stepdad, which wasn't me.
Now, can I go?
You don't have any evidence linking me to Jimmy's murder.
Oh, well, not yet.
But I do have plenty to hold you on for eco-terrorism.
Fine. I'll call my lawyer.
He'll bail me out in an hour.
Okay, fair enough.
Until then, enjoy your ribs.
Ugh.
My data set says the peach tree is sweeter.
No, it's way too subtle.
We're going with the ash.
Ash burns too hot.
It'll completely change our endothermic dynamic.
Endotherma-what?
Dude, seriously, you got to get your head out of your tablet
and learn to trust your gut.
Daniel, Daniel's brother, what do you got for me?
I looked up Anna like you asked.
I couldn't find her listed on any flights or buses
leaving New York this week.
Mmm.
Oh, yes, no, that... too.
No, I meant for lunch.
Ribs, brisket? Oh, no, no.
We, uh, cook overnight low and slow.
- Nothing until tomorrow. - Oh.
But I did find something on Baby Back LLC
that you might be interested in.
Jimmy founded the company five months ago,
then shut it down and took a $250,000 write-off.
Oh, that's an expensive bath.
- What was it for? - I can't tell you.
There's no paper trails or e-mails,
but I also ran his credit cards.
He traveled a lot last year,
dropped 10 grand a weekend at five-star restaurants
in Napa, New York, Paris, Rome.
Starting the week his wife died.
Maybe he was healing his heartbreak with food.
Or cooking a little something on the side.
- What are you doing? - Subacromial decompressions.
- With these? - Yeah.
Why are you organizing them by procedure?
'Cause you wanted to compare procedures.
Not of a 20-year-old with a 60-year-old.
Did you get your degree off a cereal box?
Excuse me.
If that's not what you wanted, then you should've said that.
Oh, so it's my fault you're an idiot.
Okay, um, I don't appreciate your tone, Dr. Hardy.
It goes against the hospital's employer conduct rules.
Oh, we don't want that, do we? So you're fired.
I'm sorry?
Now I won't be breaking any rules
when I say you're the worst nurse I ever hired.
[ Scoffs ]
- And probably your last. - Huh?
My God, you barely interviewed me
'cause no one else would come in for the job
because you're an arrogant, abusive ass.
Is that the best you can do?
- No. - Yeah.
- This is. - Huh?
Your post-op sucks butt.
You don't use post-op fluoroscopy
to study a patient's pathologic motion
'cause if you did, you'd understand the biomechanics
and prevent re-injury, which, as we all know,
a patient is his own worst enemy.
Kind of like you.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Nice rack... of ribs.
You competing?
Mourning.
Cooking is my therapy, so I, uh, set up my grill.
What is that... honey?
[ Sighs ] Apple-cider vinegar.
Sugar burns the meat,
and Jimmy always said, "appearances are everything."
Well, yeah, especially if you're having an affair at work.
Are you suggesting that I was
sleeping with my boss, detective?
Oh, no. No, no, no.
- I'm accusing you of it. - Of course.
You see an attractive woman, and you assume
that's the only possible way that I could succeed.
No, I just saw you make a beeline for Jimmy's nightstand,
yeah, like you'd been there before.
I helped run the company.
The R.V. is where he did business.
Uh, did your business, like,
at the Ritz in Paris or the Peninsula in New York?
Yeah, every weekend for three months,
you and Jimmy flew to all the best restaurants
around the world.
I mean, both tickets were on his credit card,
but that's your name on the travel voucher.
It was research.
Well, you stayed in the one hotel room.
Fine. We had a fling.
Which ended three months later.
Because the fire burned out.
The fat ass dumped you? [ Scoffs ]
If he fired me, why am I still running his company?
Yeah, well, work affairs are tricky.
I mean, he couldn't fire you outright,
so you knew your days were numbered, so, so were his.
Where were you last night?
At the Marriott in Everglades City,
ordering room service.
But I'll save you the call.
Jimmy was planning on taking the company public next year
to expand the Jimmy Steele Sho' Nuff chain.
So if I was planning a coup,
wouldn't I wait until the company doubled?
Well, not if he wasn't planning on
taking you along for the ride.
I analyzed the bourbon, found traces of calcium, iodine,
and an allergenic protein called tropomyosin.
Somebody spiked his booze with shrimp.
Gives a whole new meaning to food poisoning.
I also filtered the bottle and found a piece of shell...
All it took with an acute allergy like Jimmy's.
So now we have the murder weapon.
I also found two sets of prints
on Jimmy's favorite bottle of bourbon... one of Jimmy's...
And the other our killer.
How's the shrimping?
Bountiful.
Better be careful, detective.
A lot of moccasins in this swamp.
[ Sniffles ]
Don't want you getting bit.
Huh, thanks for the warning.
Hey, why don't you throw that frog sticker away?
And that casting net.
Unless you're dumb enough to bring a knife to a gunfight.
[ Sighs ]
You come all the way here
[sniffles] To arrest me for using an illegal net?
No.
But for killing Jimmy Steele.
[ Sighs ]
Hands behind your back.
I was in the swamp... shrimping.
Jim: Did anyone see you?
Mm-hmm. The moon.
And some gators.
Okay, then how'd your fingerprints
end up on this bottle of Graydon's in Jimmy's R.V.?
Same bottle that somebody spiked with shrimp,
knowing that he'd, uh, throw a shot back at midnight
after finishing work on his hog, sho' nuff.
You got me.
Well, I do, Landon, on camera.
Yeah, see, Graydon's... It's a small batch of bourbon.
Each bottle is hand-numbered
at their distillery in Bardstown, Kentucky,
and only three of them were sold in Florida last month,
one of them at Everglades City Liquors
just 3 Miles down from your house.
When that opens later on this morning,
I'm guessing that that security footage
is gonna show this bad boy smack bang in your hands,
so why don't we cut the crap
and you tell me exactly what happened?
Okay, listen, I knew that he went in early to cook his hog.
So I brought him a bottle of his favorite bourbon
as a peace offering to let me back into The Smokeoff.
I thought you had nothing to prove.
Oh, it's easy money.
$1,000 prize to do what I do every day.
But Sonny was...
A son of a bitch, and he said no, so I left.
Sonny? Who's Sonny?
That's his nickname on the "Q" circuit.
Now, look, I ain't gonna lie...
I like the money.
But there is no way I'm gonna kill a man for $1,000.
Yeah, but revenge would be tasty, huh?
Detective, I got a world full of family and friends
and way more important things to do with my life than revenge.
Now, either you're gonna charge me
or let me get on with my day.
All right, just don't leave the swamp.
I already told you,
my family been on that land for 100 years.
I ain't going nowhere anytime soon.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Door opens, closes ]
- Hey. - Hey.
How was your morning?
Uh, better now.
Well, that makes one of us.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Does this mean you didn't get the fellowship?
Oh, no, I got it. I started right away.
Oh, well, that's good, right?
It was right up until he fired me.
Wait, what?
Yeah, turns out Dr. Hardy is also a legendary jackass.
Oh, I'm sorry, Cal.
But look, hey, you don't have to take on this extra work
to buy your wedding dress.
Let me buy it for you... seriously this time.
Seriously?
Okay.
- Yeah? - I was being silly before.
I would love that.
Thank you. [ Chuckles ]
Aww. Hey, Callie.
You guys set a date yet?
Not yet. There's a lot of moving parts.
Mm, speaking of moving parts,
you're not holding the barbecue champ?
Nah, he's not going anywhere.
Neither is Jimmy's stepdaughter.
Anna's still here?
With her trust fund frozen, she can't make bail.
Oh, but get this.
I was checking out his will.
Now, he may have cut Anna out of the 100-grand-a-year trust fund,
but he did not cut her out of the estate.
In fact, she's his only next of kin.
Oh, looks like she won more than a trophy
for best fireworks display.
Hey, Callie. Did you pick a date yet?
- No. - No.
I'm gonna go before anyone else can ask me to set a date.
Good idea.
You are seriously one lucky guy.
I know, right?
That's more than I can say for Jimmy.
His med-alert necklace had a microchip.
Gives an E.R. doc a patient's medical history
if they're unconscious.
He survived three allergy attacks this past year
- thanks to his epipens. - What happened this time?
That's what I wondered until I got his labs.
There was no epinephrine in his blood or in the epipens
that he injected into his leg.
Someone tampered with it?
Someone close enough to know that he'd use an epipen
to stop the effects of an allergic attack.
Someone like his stepdaughter, Anna,
who we have stuck in our cells
and who looked to make a killing if stepdad got dead.
I thought your lawyer was springing you, like, um...
18 hours ago.
He's having some trouble reaching my bank in Woodstock.
Really? 'Cause I just called them.
Yeah, they said you've got $83 in your checking account.
It's just a few grand shy of your bail.
[ Sighs ]
Since Jimmy froze you out, you are seriously cash poor.
Thanks for the customer service, detective.
Well, one thing you could've mentioned
to your bail-bonds man was Jimmy's will,
which, as his sole surviving family member,
you're a hell of a lot richer now
than you were a couple of days ago
when he was slaughtering innocent animals.
See, another reason for bumping him off.
I don't care about his money,
not that it matters since I was in Pennsylvania when he died!
Oh, right, the mysterious van with the vegan vigilantes.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Ooh, maybe that's them right now.
Yeah.
I finally found Baby Back LLC.
Definitely throws one of our suspect's motives into question.
You're gonna want to see this in person for yourself.
Last time I checked, in person is the only way
a person can see something for themselves, Daniel.
Daniel: I sent you a link. [ Cellphone beeps ]
Did you find the van?
[ Applause ]
[ Southern accent ] With my rub,
you can make your butts as tasty as mine.
[ Applause ]
Nope, something much better.
Thank you so much.
I'm glad you enjoyed that.
Now, y'all come get you some of this rub.
It'll make your meat stand out in a crowd.
Come on.
Come on, try it.
You were right, Daniel.
This is definitely something I wanted to see for myself.
Uh, excuse me. Hi.
Coming through... Police business. Excuse me.
Uh, official police business. Hey.
Oh, Daisy Duke called,
said she wanted her shorts back.
[ Sighs ] What the hell are you doing?
Uh, what am I doing?
Oh, that's right... Arresting you, Trina,
or should I say Barbie?
For what?
Lying to a cop, obstructing justice,
uh, inciting a riot, and, uh, one other thing.
- Oh, yeah, murder. - What?!
[ Spectators booing ]
Yeah. Oh, okay. Whoa, whoa.
Here.
Seriously detective, you are making way too much of this.
As opposed to you making way too little,
like you forgetting to mention
that you shot a TV pilot that Jimmy scrapped
at the last minute.
Because he had a guest that bailed at the last minute.
He put me in her outfit, ran the pilot, fans ate it up,
and then he offered to spin off my own show.
In exchange for spinning you around hotel rooms
like in Paris, Bali, Istanbul.
He promised he was gonna sell it to the barbecue network.
I spent three months hounding him to send the tapes,
and, yes, we let go and had some fun.
But then I realized that that's all that it was
and that he was never gonna help me, and I broke things off.
But you didn't stop hounding him.
Yeah, my assistant checked Jimmy's e-mails.
Couldn't find any trace of Baby Back
until he looked in Jimmy's trash folder.
Yeah, he tagged you for spam.
Wait. Jimmy never read my e-mails?
No, but we did.
53 last month to be exact.
Whew!
Like, "let me have it."
That's to the point.
"I'm begging you"... a little desperate.
Oh, and my favorite... "You're a pig."
Yeah, you threatened him with breach of contract,
then with sexual harassment.
When none of that drew blood,
well, then you just killed him and stole your pilot back.
I was in my hotel room Thursday night.
Remember?
Which we checked to confirm.
Yeah, also found out that you ordered shrimp cocktail
from room service around about 8:00 P.M.,
which would've given you plenty of time to get back here
to Jimmy's R.V.
I ordered shrimp cocktail because I like seafood,
and I can't eat it when I'm around Jimmy.
You knew his habits.
You knew where he kept his epipen
and his med-alert necklace,
knew he liked to cook here late at night
when there was no one around to help him.
I mean, you add anger to opportunity and motive,
you've got all the ingredients for murder.
Last time I checked,
ordering shrimp cocktail is not a crime.
No, but dropping a shrimp tail
into your highly allergic boss' favorite bourbon is.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Wait here for a second.
What's up, Colleen?
What's up is something
I just discovered in Jimmy's medical records.
The place of birth is listed as Lowell Correctional.
- The women's prison? - Uh-huh.
His mom gave birth while she was in for manslaughter.
Ran over her neighbor with her car
after they got into a fight at a garage sale.
The state sent Jimmy to live with his aunt
in Everglades City.
Four years later, the aunt goes in for selling pot.
- They both die in prison. - Nice family.
Yeah, well, Jimmy would've ended up in jail, too,
without his aunt's neighbors, the Givens family.
They fostered him.
That's why he and Landon were so competitive.
So they weren't just cooks.
They were practically brothers.
[ Sizzling ]
Daniel: $200 waygu beef brisket.
[ Coughs ]
Tastes like an ashtray.
Way to go, little brother.
Wait a minute.
You're blaming this on me?
You're the one with the high-tech,
meat-probe text alerts that didn't go off.
Because you fried them when you put in ash
and the fire got too hot!
That's what happens when you go with your gut
instead of thinking things through!
You mean how you thought Cindy Pelligrini was into you
when really the whole time, she was into me.
She was never into you.
She was totally into me.
She totally was not.
- She totally was too! - Was not.
- Was too! - Was not.
Was too!
[ Grunting ]
[ Sizzling ]
Hot, hot, hot!
It's hot! Hot, hot, hot!
[ Laughs ]
[ Both laugh ]
This is a disaster.
Well, at least we tried, right?
[ Clears throat ]
[ Sniffs ] Come on, let's hit the beer tent.
First one's on me.
No, no, no, no.
The Greens don't try.
We're The Green Machine.
Danny, it's cool, man.
We live to fight another day.
What else can we do, huh?
What else we can do is figure out a way
back into this thing.
I came here for a ribbon, and, damn it,
I am going home with a ribbon.
Buddy, the judging's in like three hours.
We don't have time to barbecue another brisket.
But we do have time to barbecue beans.
The sides competition?
I pack Navy beans in the pressurized cooker.
It'll have the cooking time.
We can add your spicy marinade, blend in the rib tips.
We could add ash for extra smoke.
I'll get the beans.
I'll get the wood. Boom!
[ Imitates explosion ]
[ Laughs ]
[ Cellphone ringing ] Okay.
Detective.
Daniel. Is something wrong?
My brother and I sort of got in a little shoving match.
Oh, please don't tell me the brisket was injured.
Okay, at least tell me Jimmy Steele's hog
is still smoking on his rig.
I can see the smoke from here,
low and slow just like his daddy always taught him.
His daddy, huh?
Oh, that's funny since he never knew his daddy.
He was raised by Landon Givens' family.
They're the ones that taught him how to "Q,"
which he then made millions off of.
But if he stole the recipe,
how come Landon still beats Jimmy head to head?
Sounds like something we should ask the pig.
Jimmy Steele?
Not that pig... the one that's still smoking on his rig.
[ Doorbell rings ]
I got your address from personnel.
So, not big on boundaries, either.
I spent 40 years running an O.R.
I'm used to being in charge.
I want you to come back.
The worst nurse you've ever hired?
Oh, oh, oh, okay, okay, okay.
Y-you're not the worst.
High praise.
Oh, God. [ Scoffs ]
All right, uh, I'm 78 years old.
I still have a lot to contribute.
But it means asking people
to do things I used to do myself.
Actually, that would piss me off, too.
I don't really like asking other people for help, either.
I don't want to have to babysit anyone.
After four decades as a doctor,
you're the only nurse I ever fired who didn't cry.
Well, I'm a single mom with a teenage son
who's putting herself through med school,
so I have a pretty thick skin.
Thick enough to come back?
Say Monday?
[ Sighs ]
You fire me again, that's it. Understood?
Understood.
Uh...
Mmm. Moist.
Nice balance of texture.
Mmm!
And the char on this bark.
And what is that I'm getting?
A note of apple?
I'm definitely getting chicory.
Oh, no question. Fantastic ribs.
Okay, that was option "A."
Now for option "B."
Mmm, mmm.
Oh! Oh, yeah.
Unbelievable.
Buttery a-and sweet.
Melt-off-the-bone tender.
Mmm. Both: "B."
- No question. - Unbelievable.
It's official. Landon Givens kicks Jimmy Steele's ass.
Mmm. Is it the sauce?
I broke down each sauce chemically like you asked me to,
compared them both.
They're exactly identical down to the molecule.
Then why are Landon's ribs better?
It's the same sauce, same cut of meat,
same cooking time.
Only one other explanation I can think of.
Mystery solved.
You know why Landon's ribs rock?
I know why Anna's still stuck in lockup
despite the fact
that she's inherited Jimmy's $50-million estate.
He has a substantial amount of cash tied up in escrow.
Last week, Jimmy Steele bought a 30-acre tract
of foreclosed property.
First National Bank is holding the escrow for the lender,
which means disbursement of his estate is still months away.
Jim: Colleen.
You just solved two mysteries...
Why Anna is still here
and why Landon's ribs are so much better.
Oh.
[ Breathing heavily ]
Cutting it all down before you leave, huh?
I already told you, I ain't going nowhere.
Well, that's not what First National says.
Blackjack oak, right?
It's the same kind of wood you use in your rig.
My great-great-granddaddy brought these seeds with him
when he moved here from Georgia.
He smoked his hog with the wood just like his son...
[ Breathing heavily ]
And his son's son...
And my son one day. [ Sniffles ]
Yeah, just not Jimmy.
You said he adopted Everglades City,
but the truth is, your family adopted him,
gave him a life he never would've had,
and he repaid you by stealing your family's recipes,
your way of cooking, even your words... sho' nuff.
He built his business off your family's back,
made $50 million.
Yeah, I think that's enough to kill a man for.
Didn't make him happy, did it?
Well, not until he stole your wood
by buying your land from underneath you.
Now, why would he do that?
Blackjack oak grows all up and down the eastern seaboard.
Yeah, but not like it here.
It's the soil, the brine, the sun.
Like you said, nothing beats it.
That's why your ribs were always better than Jimmy's, right?
And why you wanted your land,
but you weren't about to let him take it.
So you let him have it.
[ Birds chirping ]
You never get tired of eating, do you?
You'd think so, wouldn't you?
Which is why I really hope you didn't kill Jimmy
'cause these baby backs are ridiculous.
No, what's ridiculous is you thinking
I had anything to do with it.
Well, I called First National.
Your shack here is underwater
not from lack of customers,
but because a lot of them can't pay.
And First National's not a food bank.
Thank you.
I don't need their charity.
But you needed Jimmy's, didn't you?
I mean, he knew you were in trouble.
He hijacked your land when you were in foreclosure.
So you bought a bottle of his favorite bourbon
and you went over there, asked if you could stay.
But he laughed in your face.
And you knew about his allergies from when you guys were kids.
So you grabbed a shrimp like one that you caught from the swamp,
and you crushed its tail into that fancy bourbon,
knowing it would kill him.
Let me tell you something.
I got hot that night, but I couldn't kill him.
He is mean as a moccasin, but Sonny was kinfolk.
Now, he never knew his daddy,
so my daddy took him in and raised him as his own.
He the one that taught us the secrets of the swamp
and grew up hunting and fishing.
Jimmy was 6 years old when he nearly died
from eating a shrimp po' boy.
Now, my daddy flat-out stopped serving it,
and Jimmy got his own chicken po' boy.
Sonny. Mm-hmm.
That's your family nickname for Jimmy.
Sho' nuff.
Now, to us, he was always a Givens.
But he never saw it like that.
He was ashamed of being an orphan.
He hated our kindness.
Enough to kick you off your own land.
Well, his heart was as hard as his mama's.
It's like they say...
the apple don't fall far from the tree.
Actually, sometimes it does.
Carlos.
Need you to look into something for me.
Oh.
You were right.
The apple in Jimmy's mouth is a different varietal
than the one in the pig's snout.
So he didn't buy it at Piggly Wiggly in Everglades City?
Nope.
I tracked it through the bar code on the sticker.
It's an organic varietal called Stayman-Winesap.
It thrives in mild summers and cold winters.
Well, that rules out Florida.
And with no shortage of organic fruit
from local groves in Florida, it's not even sold here.
Which means the killer brought it with him
from a state with mild summers...
And cold winters.
Thought you might be hungry.
Our vegan options are a little thin, thank God.
It can't be easy being vegan.
Having to bring your own food with you wherever you go.
Like the, uh, Stayman-Winesap Apples
that you bought in Hudson, New York.
Same type we found in Jimmy's mouth.
[ Muffled ] That's your smoking gun... an apple?
Well, it's the seed.
They don't grow or sell this varietal in Florida,
but they do in places like Hudson.
[ Sighs ]
So, when we couldn't find your phantom vegan pals
or the phantom white van,
well, then I looked into flights from upstate New York.
And saw that I wasn't on one, was I?
Nope.
But then I looked again,
found a ticket purchased by Mary Steele, your mom.
Uh, she cashed in her frequent-flyer Miles
for an e-ticket from nearby Hartford, Connecticut,
to Fort Lauderdale on Thursday morning,
which is surprising 'cause she's been dead for six months.
But as her daughter with access to her account password,
you could cash in those miles.
Which would explain this...
TSA footage of you arriving at Fort Lauderdale Airport
Thursday morning,
giving you plenty of time to go to the Walmart
in Everglades City to buy, uh,
cardboard for your protest signs
and a pack of Bubba Joe's Boil-And-Eat Shrimp.
Now, why would a vegan buy boil-and-eat shrimp?
Oh, wait. [ Chuckles ]
That's right... 'cause you killed him.
You waited till Jimmy rode out to buy garlic at 10:00,
and then you crushed the tail of one into his favorite bourbon.
And you emptied the epipen that you knew he kept by the grill,
and then you waited in the woods for him to die.
It was the perfect crime.
But you couldn't resist shoving an apple down his snout
like the pig he is... or was.
[ Sighs ] You know...
I didn't always hate him.
When he married my mom, he treated me like his own.
But...
Then she got sick, and he pulled away.
He said it was because he was abandoned as a kid, but...
but he was a man.
He didn't have to be that way.
I told him so, and he cut me out of his life.
He said he'd worked his way up to the top of the food chain
and he wouldn't be dragged down by bottom-feeders.
He had no respect for life...
mine, my mother's, or the animals he slaughtered.
So you killed him with a shrimp,
earning you the blue ribbon for irony.
And 25 to life for murder.
"This was a bean revolution.
"The legumes were smoky and clean,
"yet vibrant and perfectly seasoned.
The flecks of burnt pork were an inspired addition."
Dude, we totally crushed it!
You know what?
If we never would've messed up, we never would've placed.
That's 'cause we're Greens, damn it.
We always come out on top.
Both: - Boom! Woman: - Look at this.
Look at my blouse! You ruined it!
[ Sighs ]
I just bought this blouse.
You got your baby-back fingers all over it!
I'll never get this clean.
- Cindy? - What?
Oh.
[ Chuckles ] Hey, Daniel.
Hey, Drew.
- Hey. - Hey.
It's...
Nice to see you guys.
Yeah, it's, um...
Good to see you, too.
Okay.
Well...
Right.
We really have to go.
Bye.
Thinking what I'm thinking?
Oh, I am so thinking what you're thinking.
You're paying for this. [ Laughs ]
Mm.
Whoa. No barbecue?
Actually, I'm a little Q'd out.
Words I never thought I'd say,
but, no, just some salad for me.
Um, w-where you going?
Uh, my room... Um, homework.
He means Facebook.
See you tomorrow.
Yeah, I know.
I just thought we'd have a little family time.
Busy lives, busy schedules.
Trust me, this is family time.
Speaking of, I took the fellowship again.
- With the wacko? - He's not a wacko.
He's just dealing with not being who he was.
Yeah, and taking it out on you.
I can handle it, and I can get my wedding dress
in six weeks when I've earned it.
I told you, I'll pay for it.
Well, now you can put that money towards whatever exotic locale
you're gonna take me for our honeymoon.
Oh, I see where this is going.
Hey, what's... What's that?
Oh, it's, uh... Hardy wrote a seminal paper
on ACL regeneration.
There's dressing in the fridge.
No, no, no.
I-I thought we'd, um, uh, go through dates for the wedding.
I'm sorry.
I really need to read this tonight.
Do you mind?
No, of course not. No, no, I get it.
Thanks.
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