The Boys, with Ginger's help, are able to find Reginald Ledoux's meth-cooking compound and arrest him, but then when Marty finds a couple of young kids on his property (one dead), he loses control and shoots Reggie, merrily spouting "Yellow King" nonsense at Rust until the very end. Rust helps him cover it up -- with a story they're still telling 17 years later -- and they soak in the appreciation for having closed the Dora Lange case, even though clearly Reggie was still just a middleman. I am sad that Reggie's dead, I liked Reggie for the few seconds he was around.
Fast-forward to 2002 (ten years ago), and everybody's acting pretty normal: Rust is in a stable long-term relationship with the vampire mom from Twilight, Marty's back in Maggie's good graces, and the girls are growing up. While the younger one seems to be fairly conventional, the older one is going through that trashy emo phase where you wear eye makeup, have threesomes in cars with older boys, and eventually get slapped around and called a slut by your dad. The usual Marty Hart bullshit. Which, problematic as it is, is still less punishing an experience than a lecture from Professor Crash about parallel dimensions and Nietzsche and whatever horrible fucking things he's always talking about despite not having a firm grasp on them.
Then a random murder confession turns into something deeper, when the guy tries to cop a plea in exchange for information about the Yellow King, explaining that our Boys never really solved that case, just drove him deeper underground. Rust flips out on the guy, but before he get Marty to help him yell at him, the guy -- having received a mysterious phone call -- commits suicide in a fairly horrible way. Marty is like, so not interested in the Yellow King -- which: you said it, sister -- but he does admit this is all very suspicious. I did not know that it was possible for either of them to give less of a shit about this serial killer, but this episode is here to tell you that, they are more than capable of finding new ways to be blasé about the satanic cult operating all around them.
The 2012 detectives, stymied by both guys' shitty attitudes, eventually come clean to Marty: Rust has been lurking around the scene of this latest murder, possibly killed one or more Tuttles on his return to Louisiana, and is very dedicated to hiding something in a shed. What that probably is, is a bunch of those twig sculptures, after he found a stash of them inside that school the guy was mowing that time. But really it could be anything, because the only thing Rust Cohle likes more than pretentious speeches about things he doesn't actually understand very well is, of course, hiding weird things in weird places.
The theory is that Rust has been manipulating Marty the entire time, using Dora's murder and its solution to clear the decks on his own serial killer activities, and possibly never left Louisiana in the first place, after this mysterious falling-out the Boys had that we still don't know about. Rust's only response is a bunch of half-understood physics lectures and more beer can arts and crafts, but the shed thing eventually touches enough of a nerve that he takes off out the interview. Which is nice because it means the format of the show, kind of claustrophobic due to being mostly pointless, is getting shaken up. But also not that nice because we are now 62.5% of the way through this show and nothing has happened yet and now people are straight up deserting, meaning less chance for anything to happen ever.
Next week: Maggie's up, shedding light on the breakdown between Rust and Hart, and Rust and the CID. Marty finds new ways to be an absolute piece of crap who is somehow still less obnoxious than his smarty-pants junkie-logic hideous leather-baggage garbage-person partner. And then in 2002, probably Marty does something awful to a woman and then they spend the whole episode finding a suspect who is a red herring and it turns out the princess is in another castle, so they just wasted days of their time and nearly an hour of ours. But I'm merely guessing when I say that, based solely on the fact that this has been true of 100% of the episodes of the show so far.
Somewhere on the flat circle of Death's Petri dish where we are all forced to repeat our lives under the dark stars of doomed Carcosa, the boys took the long way from the ass to the elbow in locating Reginald Ledoux, 35. How they found him is a very long story, but the why is that he makes drugs, and a drowned lady and Dora Lange were on drugs. He was a cellie of Dori's ex, and in a cult, so there you go. But how to find him? They needed to pretend to be drug dealers and go to Texas to kidnap a man named Ginger, who can bring them to the (similarly under-the-radar) Ledoux cousin known as Dewall, and that's where we are now on the crushed beer can that we think of as linear time.
Dewall: "Ginger, why does your face look all fucked up?"
Ginger: "Certainly not because these men are cops who kidnapped me from Texas."
Dewall: "Can I arrange any drug deals for you strange gentlemen?"
Crash explains the scenario and how they will take some drugs and trade them for some other drugs and this will profit them both. Miles is discussed, again, and I wonder if we will ever meet Miles. I don't want to get my hopes up though. I thought Reggie Ledoux was going to be so awesome, and then he was so awesome, and then they took him away again. Anyway, Dewall is being a real jerk about all this. Also a huge drama queen, just like every other person on this show:
"...I ain't got no use for it, or your money. I can see your soul at the edges of your eyes. It's corrosive, like acid. You got a demon, little man, and I don't like your face. It makes me want to do things to it. Ginger, you call me again, I'm setting Miles on you. I see you again, I'm putting you down. There's a shadow on you, son."
And with that he takes his giant psychic ass out the door so he can deliver more speeches to some other drug dealers about the state of their souls through the edges of their eyes.
Also, that hardly makes you psychic. Looking at Rust Cohle -- even in 1995 -- and realizing that he is a fucked-up mess of a human being doesn't mean you should join a cult to develop your ESP powers. It just means you know what a fucked-up mess looks like. Which you should, because you are a drug-dealer and a cult-member and a molester of children.
Crash: "I can't tell you how much of a toll all of this is taking on me. I have to do all these drugs and spend time with the worst sorts of people. Marty, step on it."