-[rattling] -[Micah] Poppy?
Poppy?
Poppy, can you hear me?
You hit your head, Poppy.
I-I-I-I came to protect you. Did he hurt you?
Who?
He was in your house. I saw it.
-Poppy, you hit your head. -I saw… I saw…
-[announcer] Nurse Wilkins to room 405. -[groans]
Daddy.
-Hey, sweetheart. -[cell phone buzzes]
Family going crazy trying to find out what happened.
How you feeling?
Like hell.
It's so good to see you awake.
[strains] I wanna go home. I wanna go home.
No, no, no. Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey.
The doctors want to keep you a little while longer just for observation.
Yeah, I called Des, and she's gonna bring some of your things over.
[Shreve] We'll be here with you till Ingram comes.
Poppy?
Where's your husband?
Gone.
-For good. -What?
Honey, I'm so sorry.
-Why didn't you tell me? -When did this happen?
Today.
Six months ago. A year ago. [stammers]
That's okay. Don't get yourself upset.
I'm here. I'm here.
[sighs]
She's got a concussion and 13 stitches at your house.
What was she doing up there in the first place?
She slipped on my deck, I guess. I don't know.
You weren't with her?
I didn't know she was there. I was asleep.
I heard her scream. It scared the shit out of me.
What else?
I'm worried about her.
You can't see it because you need her to be okay.
But she's been under a lot of strain these last six months.
Her marriage.
Josh's death. The lawsuit.
Your illness.
-Shit. -It's no wonder she hurt herself.
She's coming loose at the seams, and we all expect strong Poppy.
-We depend on it. All of us. -Wait, wait, wait.
You think she did this on purpose?
I think she's grieving and on edge.
It's made her careless.
Hello?
[Poppy] Uh, he attacked me and knocked me unconscious.
Uh, good evening, Ms. Parnell.
I think he came after me because I was onto him.
[Aames] Who?
Holt. [stammers] Holt Rollins a-a-at Micah's tonight.
I-I thought he was assaulting her.
And [stammers] what did Micah say?
She said that I slipped and hit my head.
Wait, wh-- where are you?
Hospital.
Jesus. Why?
Because I lost consciousness.
Okay, listen.
We have a search warrant for Holt's place based on Markus
seeing him flee the scene of Ramon's death, okay?
Now, we will find him,
and we will question him about your attack, okay?
-Thank you. -[baby crying on phone]
Is that a baby?
[sighs] Sh-- Yeah, that's-- that's my son.
Who gave you a baby?
-[crying continues] -Okay. Good night, Ms. Parnell.
[stammers] Wait. I'm scared.
[sighs] I know you are,
and I am taking what you told me very seriously.
I promise you.
Thank you.
But, uh, I need you to do something for me.
What?
Just don't report this on your, uh, podcast.
You believe me about Holt, right?
Where'd he hit you?
On the back of my head.
So you didn't actually see him or his face?
[sighs]
[gasps]
What's wrong?
[male nurse] I'm so sorry to disturb you, ma'am.
I-I--
-[sighs] -Can you give us a second?
-[groans] -[door closes]
Lock the door.
Lock the door and tell the nurses' desk not to let anyone else in here.
Okay.
-[door thuds] -Well, um, this door does not have a lock.
So maybe I can just, uh, pop a chair against it?
Just hand me my purse, please.
Thanks.
-Is that one of Mama's? -Mm-hmm.
You have all of them? Grandmama's too?
Yeah, Daddy gave them to me when I left home.
[chuckles]
Daddy did that for her.
They all have her name?
Or his mother's, Eliza.
She had a whole box filled with evening bags.
One for each bag.
[laughs] That's gangster.
Like, I'm a lady, but I will still fucking cut you.
[laughs]
Words to live by.
You know, I'm sorry about Ingram.
-[groans] -I just think that--
["Synergy" playing]
[chattering]
[music continues]
You can always tell when the devil don't want somebody.
How?
You still here.
Do you want me to stay a while?
Uh, no. No, no thanks.
I, uh… just want a bath and my own bed.
Cydie's picking up your car from Micah, so she'll be here in about an hour.
And Lillian stress-cooked,
so your fridge is stocked with enough food for a siege.
[sighs] You know what?
I'm hungry.
I'm gonna stay till Cydie gets back.
All right.
Say what you wanna say.
Fuck Ingram.
The marriage breaking up is not all his fault.
So?
You're my sister.
I love you for that.
Uh, so go get cleaned up, and, uh… I will bring a plate up.
Thanks.
[sighs]
[office workers chattering]
Lachlan, Micah wanted to see you.
Blaine.
What's going on?
Well, I did warn you.
Excuse me?
I warned you that this was my company.
And what that means, you slick fuck, is that the only person profiting
from my image, my stories, my life, is going to be me.
[chuckles] Micah, what are you talking about?
[Micah] You're blackmailing our people to keep them quiet while you steal from us.
Your company's in the red, so you just skim off the top of Shelter
trying to dig yourself out of a hole.
You ratted me out.
No, you are a rat. And she trapped you.
So where do we go from here?
You're gonna leave.
You're gonna forfeit your shares and your seat on the board.
You heard the lady.
It's time for you to go.
Come on, Blaine.
-[scoffs] -Uh…
[Markus] Don't make this shit weird.
Don't ever lie to me again.
Hey. It's about time.
Why didn't you tell me you were in the hospital?
[Poppy] Didn't want to bother you.
[scoffs] How could you bother me when you hurt?
Come on now.
I was just trying to respect your boundaries with the new baby and all.
I'm home now anyway.
You all right? You good?
I've been better.
All right, well then, I'll leave it up to you then.
You wanna rest or you wanna get back to work?
Work. I wanna work. What you got?
Well, we had an eventful morning over here.
Micah fired Lachlan. It was kinda dope, actually.
It's about time. What happened?
Well, apparently, surveillance wasn't the only shit he was trying to pull,
but he ain't coming back.
Micah's cutting loose the people around her she doesn't trust.
You need to be careful, Markus. Don't assume she has your back.
Wait, what are you talking about?
Just watch out.
I think it was Holt that hit me.
You think?
Well, I was sure, but…
now, everything's foggy.
All right, well, look, then, why don't you just get some rest, okay?
Don't push too hard.
I won't.
Hey, Poppy.
Yeah?
You make sure you take care of yourself, okay?
[Aames] Hey.
[sniffs] Assholes.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on here?
-End of the line, brother. -What does that mean? Hey.
-Watch your back. -What's going on?
-It's a purge. -Why?
Above my pay grade. Ask internal affairs.
Okay, Haywood. What happened?
They took me out, man.
Of the Sons of Ivar?
Took me off assignment, so I quit 'cause fuck this place.
They don't care about the rank and file anymore.
Listen to me, you watch your back.
You're about as popular in there as I am. [chuckles] Was.
In the wake of Ramon's dramatic death,
and the recent events that have devastated Shelter,
I was attacked at the home of its founder, Micah Keith.
A careless moment on my part resulted in an injury
and an overnight hospital stay.
[sighs]
Is Holt Rollins, who's wanted for questioning in the death of Ramon Tomas,
the same person who accosted me at the house?
And is he the same person who killed Joshua Keith and Drew Turney?
-Want some company? -[gasps] Shit.
-What you doing in here by yourself? -[sighs]
Shouldn't you be lying down?
Too restless.
And I wanted to record a podcast about last night.
But?
But I don't know what happened to me.
Am I supposed to just go on there and start talking shit?
Hasn't stopped you before.
[laughs]
Stop. [chuckles]
I think Micah is lying to me, and I don't know why.
So what do you wanna do?
Talk to Micah?
[office workers chattering]
-[knocks] -Knock, knock.
Um, the police are here looking for information on Holt Rollins.
That's that second chance guy that does the dollhouses.
You let them in?
I, um, wasn't exactly in a position where I could--
I didn't have a choice.
-[knocks] -Inspector Aames to see you.
No, no-- I-I read the search warrant.
It only includes the workshop and the common work areas.
She's right.
Why don't I call someone here from legal? Or Markus?
It's fine.
He's only here trying to help us find Ramon's killer.
Okay. I'll be right there.
-Excuse me. -[Micah] Ivy.
Yes.
Right.
Excuse me.
Have you located Holt?
Well, we, uh, we tracked his cell phone to the marina, but, uh, he ditched it.
He gave it to a homeless person.
What can I help you with?
Well, we believe Holt Rollins killed Ramon
because he was about to release Shelter secrets.
Your secrets.
Well, if Holt had enough motive to kill Ramon,
then I'd have a motive as well.
You know, it's funny. I was thinking the same thing.
I'm an open book, Detective.
I mean, literally.
Here. And see for yourself.
It's, uh, inspector.
"Physical love is unthinkable without violence."
The Unbearable Lightness of Being.
You believe it?
So, Holt Rollins. Does he, uh-- Does he have an office here?
Only the workshop.
Can I have a look at his file?
His emergency contacts, that kind of thing.
I think the only paperwork independent contractors have are tax forms,
if that's okay?
Sure.
Is it illegal for me to give you tax records without a warrant?
-Probably. -Oh.
But he's a very dangerous man, according to your friend, Poppy Parnell.
I founded this company on the belief that we shouldn't be held hostage by our past.
Mistakes and suffering creates grace.
That's very pretty.
Is that why you, uh, you cut ties with Lachlan Bray?
Because he contacted me this morning.
He was very disgruntled, and he told me, if I ever needed anything, to just ask.
I just want to find Holt Rollins.
Poppy thinks that, uh, he attacked her.
[sighs]
Where those hoops I got you for your birthday?
-[jewelry clanks] -[sighs]
Probably in your room from the last time you borrowed them.
Ah.
What's wrong?
Look at the date.
He drew these up six months ago.
Was he trying to make it work or not?
I don't know.
I've watched you for the past six months, biting your tongue,
forcing yourself into a box like you were auditioning for the role of wife.
-That's not true. -Well, if you say so.
But trust me, being you is more important than being married.
-Look who's trying to grow up. -Well…
Mmm.
Shit.
-We're gonna have to move out this house. -Ugh. If you don't get out of here…
-You always pushing me. [laughs] -[laughs]
-[doorbell rings] -Oh, I'll get that.
One more thing, if we're not gonna have a man up in here,
-we need a dog. Come on. -No.
-Fine.
-Hey, Daddy. [chuckles] -Hey, baby.
-Where's Pop? -Upstairs.
-Hey, Daddy. -Hey, sweetheart.
[chuckles] What's the creature feature doing at my house?
-Poppy. -You got a lawsuit coming your way.
-I came to save the day. -[chuckles]
Oh, hell to the no. I'm not hiring a shade tree lawyer.
-See, I take offense. -Poppy.
[kettle whistling]
[Shreve] You need help with that wrongful death suit.
He's never lost a case.
He's represented me and the MC for 20 years.
I ain't been in jail since you was a kid, and we all know I done did enough to--
Come on now, don't you finish that sentence.
I can't stand him.
But I bear you no ill will.
I forgot he had the hearing of a fucking bat.
It's called sonar.
It's a nice-ass house you have, Poppy. Might have to reconsider my fees.
-I don't need a lawyer. -Poppy, enough.
Ingram's gone. You're gonna need help with that lawsuit.
[Cydie] And the divorce.
Wait, what? Since when?
Divorce? Oh, I'm definitely upping my fees.
He doesn't even own a shirt.
Ha-ha. Fooled you. I own two.
Look--
You know what? Poppy, you ready to give up this house?
Let me guess, they're coming after you with a claim of cyberbullying? Huh?
Did they also include a cross-platform claim about your website?
Social media posts from your listeners?
See, if I was representing the other side, I would have included cyber harassment
along with intentional infliction of emotional distress.
In order to get that punitive damages, 'cause that's where the big money is.
Liability insurance don't cover shit like that.
No, it doesn't. It's called outside the scope.
And you know what it means?
It means they come take this fancy-ass house, garnish your wages
and drive off in that little pretty Alfa Romeo I saw parked out front.
Slide that little ticktock right off your wrist.
That's my partner right there.
So what do I do?
You trust me.
[smacks lips, exhales]
[lawyer] I listened to season one.
Y'all did some good work, but you were buck wild in your approach.
I mean, y'all just came up in here and said, "Fuck the rules," huh?
-This is a critique? -No, no, no.
You two opened up a lot of doors for legal trouble to just breeze right on in here.
So, what do you recommend?
What happened to you last night?
He attacked me.
You got proof?
No.
Then don't say a fucking word about it on the podcast.
You looking into any of the characters from season one?
-Yes. -Cool.
What happened to, uh, the crazy twin's husband?
-I ain't see him on the list. -Alex Dunn?
He's not doing so well.
His daughter's living with his parents, his house is in foreclosure,
and he lost his job.
Oh, then we need to get that motherfucker employed quick
before opposing counsel adds him to the lawsuit.
I could, uh, check up on him. Get the ball rolling. I don't mind.
[cell phone buzzes]
Aames is at Holt's place. He's got something for me.
-You're not going anywhere. -I have to.
-[Noa] Then I'll drive. -Let me change.
Look.
Okay, I know you're not feeling me, all right, but I am good at what I do.
Unmatched.
So can I give you a little advice?
They say criminal law is bad people at their best,
and divorce law is good people at their worst.
If you still love your husband, you gonna keep trying to please him
to get him back, and he's gonna steamroll you.
-That's not-- -Hey-- [stammers]
You need to get a formal separation agreement.
Otherwise, he can go after every single penny you make
from now until the judge signs the decree.
-Ingram would never do that. -[stammers] My dear, "never"?
Never doesn't exist in a divorce.
You know, when we were kids, you used to always have your head stuck
in those little romance novels with the castles and knights
and all that shit on the cover. You remember that?
Well, why don't we think of a separation agreement
as, uh, putting a moat around your motherfucking money?
All right?
-All right. -All right.
Remember that? I used to always beat you. Come on.
-And I used to always beat you with this. -Okay, all right, all right.
-You win, Princess Poppy. Away you go. -Mm-hmm. [chuckles]
[chattering]
[police radio chatter, indistinct]
[Noa] Dollhouse freak cannot possibly live here.
-[Poppy] Uh-uh. -Go ahead.
Oh, thanks.
-[Poppy] This is Holt Rollins's house? -[Noa] Is he a squatter?
Deed's in his name. Paid cash.
I got people tracing where the money came from.
-How's your head? -Well, you're looking at it.
How does it look to you?
So, uh, what you got for me?
Well, the press are calling him the "Keith Killer."
No mention of Drew or Ramon, the two dead gay boys.
Guess they're not a big priority, right?
Not like the famous husband of a beautiful grief guru.
Ah. Is that why you're suddenly so collaborative?
I have been kindly invited to fuck off by various and sundry homicide cops.
You know, this house is, uh, is kinda like your friend, Micah.
It's pretty on the outside, and on the inside it's…
vacant, dark and kinda scary.
That's what I've been fucking saying.
Can I get you to say that into the microphone?
No.
Now, the warrant also included computers and cloud data,
so why don't you take a gander? And you never saw any of that.
His search history is all about Micah.
Those stories, they, uh, date back over two decades.
[Noa] Micah must've had her suspicions.
There's more. Keep going.
Yeah, he's had you in his sights for a while now.
Holt built a dollhouse of Joshua's murder right after it happened.
[Poppy] Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold this.
Markus took a picture of the same dollhouse
when you raided Holt's workshop.
These don't match.
Why would the color change in a week?
Check the paint on the door.
Oh. You again.
[Noa] Yeah, me again.
-Noa Havilland. -Alex Dunn. How can I help you?
I'm here to help you.
But first, let me tell you how we know each other.
So… the results came back this afternoon
from that paint on the dollhouse door, and guess what?
You were right. It ain't paint.
[Poppy] Blood? Lord.
Do they know whose it is?
Holt Rollins.
It matched the blood they found at, uh, Ramon's apartment.
So you need to be careful. Is Ingram there with you?
Uh, he's out of town, on business.
Uh, but don't worry. Daddy sent some guys from the MC.
-Good. -And plus… [chuckles]
…Cydie's tried to use this to get a dog.
[laughs] Of course she is.
[chuckles] Oh.
You know, Micah saved my life, when we were kids.
-What? What happened? -[Trini] Dad?
[Markus] Oh, shit.
-Go. Uh, I'll call you later. -Uh, I'm coming, baby.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
Well, when you say it like that…
-Dad. Come in here. I need your help. -Okay. Okay, one second.
-I'll be right there. -Okay.
Go on.
Be with your family. I'll call you tomorrow.
All right, I'll talk to you later.
What do you want, girl?
[street crowd chattering, distorted]
[hip-hop music playing]
You're supposed to say sorry when you bump into somebody.
Little girl, do you hear me?
I'm Mikey. What's your name?
Really?
Come with me.
-[Miss Shirley laughing, distorted] -[jazz music playing]
[chuckles]
You wanna know a dirty little secret?
Shreve Scoville.
[chuckles] Shreve is a liar.
What the hell are you doing down here?
You carry your ass right upstairs, right now!
[dogs barking]
[Micah] Poppy. Over here.
[creaking]
[no audible dialogue]
[panting]
You can't talk, right?
[sighs]
Then I'll scream for you.
[screams, distorted]
-[no audible dialogue] -[gasps]
[panting]
[exhales]
[cell phone rings]
Hi.
Hey, you awake?
I'm just-- [sighs] I've been…
dreaming about when we were kids, and I lost my voice.
When I was staying with Miss Shirley.
What brought this up?
Nothing.
Everything. [sighs]
I went six months without talking before I met you.
I just remember how angry my silence made people.
"It's all in her head."
"She's just doing it for attention."
"She'll talk when she's ready."
And you did.
You grew up to become one of the loudest voices in our country.
[sighs]
I love you, Micah.
I love you too.
[sighs]
[Micah on video] That is a terrified young girl in there.
Thirteen years old. Left to survive on her own.
Forgotten. A discard.
And still survived.
And so, I wrote myself into existence.
To keep from disappearing.
-[bar crowd chattering] -[soft rock music playing]
Got you.
You were always such a lightweight.
Rose.
What are you doing here?
I came to take you home.
Two more.
[birds twittering]
[reggae music playing on headset]
Reggae works like a charm.
[Poppy] Mmm.
That's sweet.
Let me guess…
you came here to warn me about Micah.
Think of this as a trust exercise between you and me.
-Oh. So my little speech worked? -We'll see.
She lied.
[Aames] Micah bought the house for Holt.
Your friend is now officially a suspect in all three murders.
[phone ringing]
[Micah on phone] Hey, is everything okay?
[Poppy] Yeah, sorry.
I know it's late, but do you think we could meet somewhere and talk?
[Micah] Of course.
-Hi. -Hey.
-Couldn't sleep? -Uh.
[Micah] I'm so sorry about Ingram.
Where's Holt, Micah?
I don't know. Did you check his house?
The one you paid for?
The police will find him eventually.
Maybe they won't.
Are you still going to lie to my face that he wasn't the man you were with?
The man who attacked me?
Holt gets out of jail, having tracked you the entire time he was inside.
Then you buy him a house.
It's almost as if, I don't know, you've known him much longer.
Maybe you met him when you were living on the streets.
Why did he kill Ramon?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Did you ask him to do it?
[waitress] Coffee, tea?
Oh. I'm fine, thank you.
Was it your idea?
I would never hurt Ramon.
He was family.
And you don't know who killed Josh?
Of course not.
I loved my husband, but I never pretended to be perfect.
Hmm. But you pretended.
What about you?
-Are your hands clean? -Cleaner than yours.
I bet Miss Shirley would feel differently.
You tried to make me feel crazy.
Tried to gaslight me.
You recording?
Are you recording?
Did you tell Holt to attack me?
We thought you were an intruder.
What was Josh going to tell me that night? You had him killed before he could say.
Fuck off.
Joshua meant everything to me. I had nothing to do with that.
I don't believe you.
I don't give a shit.
Why did you even want me involved with this case?
I wanna know who murdered my husband. I still do.
Hmm, no.
Mm-mmm. You used me. Just like you use everyone around you.
You thought that you could control what I put out there, and you were right.
For a while.
I held back when I shouldn't have.
I waited too long on some things and didn't push harder on others, like…
What does Holt Rollins really mean to you?
It is possible to love more than one person.
You of all people should know that.
What's the matter, Poppy?
You lost your voice again?
I will destroy you.
You can try.