Katie!
Katie, get your skinny ass over here!
Alright!
Here. We. Go.
Yeah!
I can't.
I love you. You can do this.
It's gonna be awesome.
-Katie, don't be such a pussy. -Hey.
-You wish. -Sleepover. 9th grade.
Gross. How come you remember everything?
Who loved it?
Is Katie playing? I only want to do it if she's doing it.
She's playing.
Katie's fine.
I'm not taking drugs.
You're playing. She's playing.
OK, everybody ready?
Do it, Katie-cakes.
You two, Zooey.
Katie, you got this.
What is it?
I put my hand in the medicine cabinet of life
and pulled out six pills.
Life is random. It's chaos.
Chaos sounds like math.
Put yourself in the hands of chaos.
-Hey! -Yay!
-Cheers. -Cheers!
Whoo!
-What are you doing? -I think I feel it.
-Already? -Yeah.
Look at the light. You'll be able to tell.
¶ Oh, my Lord Here's a just reward
¶ Bring me my devil
¶ Just behind
¶ The door, she said
¶ And flies down the road like thunder
¶ Home at last but you're fading fast
¶ A friendly face
¶ An icy glass
¶ The last song sung
¶ And freedom is in tone
¶ And we'll go flying through
¶ The kingdom of the universe
¶ But if you get there first
¶ Fly away
¶ And we'll go flying through
¶ The kingdom of the universe
¶ But if you get there first
¶ Fly away
¶ Fly away... ¶
Mom, we're home!
You know, I wish I were your mom.
I'd kick your ass
for not taking at least a year off before grad school.
Isn't what you just said
kind of kicking my ass for not taking a year off?
Cheeky.
Thieves!
Unbelievable.
-Pew! Pew! -Oh, my God!
Dude, seriously?
Sorry. Day drunk. Also, ecstasies.
-No kidding. -You love it.
What?!
-I am so excited! -No shit.
In a month we'll be shopping in New York City.
Oh, my God!
What is your super cop uncle like? Is he super hot?
-He's old. -Older.
-Semantics. -Nerd word.
-I might fuck your uncle. -What?
Ew. That's disgusting.
-You'll be my niece. -Ewwww!
-Aww, little niece! -Your uncle called.
How did he sound?
-Did he ask for me? -Really?
You're gonna spend the night at his house tomorrow,
and then he'll drive you up
to catch the bus to the farm next morning.
-Cool? -Super cool.
What kind of farm is it again?
-It's a hippie farm. -It's not a hippie farm.
It's a CSA.
Community supported agriculture. All organic.
CSA. That's right.
OK. Thanks, Mom.
I am so proud of you.
Working an organic farm, I just think that's great.
Well, we're only doing it so we can go shopping in New York.
And they say philanthropy is dead.
What's 'silsantropy'?
You were an honours student, Sloane.
-Don't talk like a stripper. -Hey!
Strippers are people too!
Dinner's at six.
I love your mom and I hope she gets laid in Cuba.
-Ew. -I do!
Excuse me, it'd be good for her!
-Whatever. -It would.
Loosen up a little.
Oh, my God, it's my mom!
Hey! Your uncle's on his way.
You taking a cab to the airport?
-Check. -Condoms?
I'm serious. Cuban condoms? No way.
My cell phone is not gonna work in Cuba,
but I will call you as soon as I get to the hotel.
Hey! You're gonna have fun!
Ahh! And you are gonna be in touch with your uncle.
-Every day. -Yes.
-We'll text. -You'll call.
We'll call.
Mm! Go.
Alright.
Have fun!
Yeah.
What the fuck did you do to my phone?
Don't pretend you didn't choose your own ringtone.
Hey, Mom.
What? I can barely hear you.
No, yeah. We're with Uncle Jason.
What? I can't hear... Mom, you're breaking up.
OK, I'll talk to you when you get back.
OK, 'bye.
So, Jay, you're a cop?
Yeah, yeah.
Well, a detective actually.
Cool. Homicide? Like 'The Wire'?
Yeah, I guess, something like that.
But I am currently on leave.
Cool. Do you currently have a girlfriend?
Yes. Yeah, her name's Gemma.
You'll meet her at my place.
Hm. Is it serious?
It's pretty serious.
-Gemma? Hey. -Hey!
-Hi! -Hi!
It's so great to finally meet you.
You too! Come here.
-What do you guys want to eat? -Anything's fine.
-But could we see our room? -Yeah, of course.
-Yeah, it's down here. -Make yourselves at home.
Thanks!
Come in.
-How are you guys doing? -Good.
Cool.
Well, if you need anything, uh... You know where it is.
Anything?
Thanks.
OK. Goodnight.
-Goodnight. -God!
Oh, that Gemma must have some magic pussy.
I think she's OK.
My mom hates her.
OK.
Listen, I've been thinking,
and I really like the name 'Heather'.
It's just so '70s.
Heather. Try it on me.
Sloane!
Wrong. Try it.
I'm not going to bed until you try it.
-No way! -I've got all night.
Heather.
Again.
Heather?
Yes?
Can we go to sleep now?
One more time, ask me a question.
Heather?
Can we fucking go to sleep now?
Oh, my God, I love it!
-What are we gonna call you? -I'm fine.
We're gonna leave our IDs here
and make up hippie farm identities.
We've gotta call you something.
Ripley.
Oh, my God, I fucking love it!
Heather and Ripley? Genius.
-Oh, my God, they're having sex. -What?
No, they're not.
Yes, they are. Yes, they are!
Sloane, get back here!
Sloane! Get back here!
Sloane!
Ohh!
Oh, yes!
-Ah! Whoo! -Must be helping him.
-OK. -Let's go check the times.
-We're gonna check the time. -OK.
Hey, do you know when the next bus comes?
In about an hour. I just checked.
Cool. Do we need keys to the bathroom?
Sorry, ours is actually out of order.
-They've got one across the street. -Thanks!
But if you go in there, don't drink the coffee.
I'm serious, trust me. Just don't drink it.
-You'll never leave. -OK.
-Thank you. -'Bye! Love your jacket!
-Thank you! -And your shoes too! Look great.
The bus will be here in an hour.
OK.
-Want me to wait with you? -Nah, it's cool.
We want to check out the local flavour.
Well, call me when you get there, OK?
I'll text.
Could you... just call?
OK, but if I can't call, I'll text.
OK, fine, but use a word
at the end of the text so I know it's you.
-OK, how about 'apple'? -'Apple' is good.
And then the next day, move through the alphabet.
So after 'apple', something that starts with 'B'.
-OK. -Why not just 'apple'?
Because my uncle's a crazy, paranoid super cop.
-Oh. -It's just super cop, please.
Now, Katie, can you explain why we alternate the words?
Because if the evil killers take my phone
and see the word 'apple' out of nowhere,
they might think it's a code word.
Yeah.
-What about 'balls'? -Can you use that in a sentence?
Absolutely, Katie! I just love...
Alright, 'balls' is fine.
That's what I always say.
-How about 'banana'? -OK.
-Here. -Thanks.
-Be careful, OK?
-'Bye. -'Bye.
¶ Bananas in pyjamas... ¶
-OK, give me your phone. -Why?
You will know in due time.
Hello?
Hi there.
Can I help you?
Yeah, can we use your bathroom?
Yeah.
Where is it?
It's right over there.
Thanks.
This guy causing you trouble?
Oh!
Do you guys have any pie?
Yeah. We've got all kinds of pies.
You know when you get back from the bathroom
and the food's already at your table?
So let me get this straight.
You're working at an organic farm for a month
so you can go shopping in New York City for a weekend?
That's right.
Sounds cool.
We also want to hit up Brooklyn.
You know, check out some places
where they film scenes from 'Girls'.
You guys have HBO?
No, ma'am.
Oh! He called you 'ma'am'.
What are your names?
I'm Heather and this is Ripley.
Well, it's damn nice to meet you, Heather and Ripley.
I'm Jed, and this here's my brother, Lucas.
You know, you don't have to wait for the bus.
We could drive you up to the farm.
Oh, I don't... The bus goes right there.
Well...
It's no problem.
Thanks, though.
-Sloane! -Come on!
-I don't think it's a good idea. -He called you 'ma'am'.
Besides, look at that ass.
-Which one? -Right?
Fine.
Yes!
It's called Eco Field Organic Farm.
It's supposed to be off Hawkins Pickle Road.
-That's right. -We just passed it.
Are we gonna turn around somewhere or...
You'll see.
Where are we?
-Home sweet home. -This is our family's place.
-Shouldn't we get going? -I'm sure they're expecting us.
All the farmers come up here for supplies.
A few of them walk down the hill.
Oh.
I just thought I'd get you acquainted with the area.
Now you know the way.
-Now we know the way. -Hm.
Don't leave 'em just standing out there, you idiots.
Bring 'em on in!
You're freakin' these poor girls out.
I've just taken a pie out of the oven.
Kettle's on the boil.
-Oh, that's not necessary. -Nonsense.
We'll have a quick cup of tea and then walk you to the farm.
That way you know your way back here.
Once you taste my pie, you'll be glad you know the way back.
Oh, that's just Edgar.
He's harmless, honey.
A little afternoon pick-me-up.
Have a seat.
The pie smells great.
It's a blue ribbon winner.
Ain't nothing like it anywhere outside of Tendale, Washington.
You want some whipped cream with that?
Whipped cream would be awesome.
Oh.
Tell him we met some boys.
Thanks!
Thank you.
Mm!
This pie is great.
Thank you. It's my grandma's recipe.
We've been drugged.
-What? -Drugged!
You'd better get 'em before they make it to the highway.
Hello?
Hello?!
HELLO!
-What the fuck! -I don't know!
-Oh, my God! -We're gonna get out of here.
They're gonna kill us!
Katie, look at me.
We're gonna get out of here.
Say it. SAY IT!
We're gonna get out of here.
-Promise me. -I promise.
Oh!
Somebody please help us!
Help! Help us! Please!
Help!
Help! We're stuck up here in the middle of fucking nowhere!
No-one can hear you bang and scream.
There ain't a soul around here for miles in every direction.
Let us go.
My advice?
Shit is gonna happen.
If you wanna keep all your teeth, just go with it.
-It's easier. -What are you talking about?
Let me show you our amenities.
What we have here are outdoor showers,
some clothing.
What?
And that there is a fine mattress.
It isn't exactly one of them fucking bowling-ball mattresses,
but it'll do just fine.
-What are you gonna do with us? -Ripley.
-What? No. -We've got a tap
for fresh well water and a small generator
around back that provides power for the lamps and anything else.
-You have to let us go! -That there's the toilet.
We'll take care of that as required.
We are, after all,
not savages.
We're gonna get along just fine.
Well, let's get a look at you.
What'd I tell you about this shit?
I'm sorry.
You picked them up in the blue truck?
What'd I tell you about taking the truck without asking?
I'm sorry.
Go get the other one.
Ladies, I apologise.
It's my job to make sure that you stay healthy.
Looks like somebody named Jason...
...is trying to text you to see if you're OK.
He's my uncle.
Well, I'll text,
"Everything's good.
"We're having fun."
But these boys seem to think your name is Ripley,
and this phone belongs to somebody named Katie.
She's Ripley.
Why don't we let her answer?
I don't think I need to tell you
that... something terrible...
...is gonna happen if you lie to me.
It's Katie.
You know, because you told me the truth,
I'm not even gonna hurt your friend for lying to me.
This time.
You typed 'apple'
in your last text.
I'm guessing that's the...
What is that? Is that a safety word?
You have to text 'apple' so he knows that it's from you?
It's a safety word. Apple.
Yeah.
Very good.
Now we're all getting along.
¶ It's a long ride... ¶
¶ In the sunlight
¶ Take control and command... ¶
So the showers are heated by the sun.
You just open that up there.
I'll be down in 10 minutes.
-Mother needs your help. -10 minutes!
You got five.
What the fuck!
-What's going on here? -Oh, my God.
No! Help us! Please!
Assholes kidnapped us!
Please help us.
They have a gun!
Is this true?
I'm afraid it is, sir.
Please.
What's happening?
What's going on?
I couldn't keep a straight face.
Ah. Oh.
I, I can't decide.
Take 'em both.
OLDER Jesus, Jed. I'm too old for that.
No, I'll, uhh... take 'em one at a time.
I'll see you girls in about half an hour.
Fuck you!
You fellas got anything to eat around here?
Yep.
Please don't do this.
Please. Help us. Please.
We can get you money.
Yes. Anything.
Do you guys have any allergies or anything?
We're allergic to being kidnapped and tortured
by 'Deliverance' fucktards like your family!
Do you have any nut allergies?
No! Please! Stop!
Katie!
Katie?
Katie.
They're gone.
Have you seen my phone?
Yeah. I have.
I keep thinking about those girls out there on their own.
They're fine.
She said she'd text when she got there.
She did.
-Well, I never got it. -She said they're fine.
Huh.
-What? -You're right.
I did get a text from Katie saying everything's fine.
Great. Can you help?
My parents will be here in 10 minutes.
I asked her to use a different code word every day.
Jesus.
She used the same code word from yesterday,
the exact thing I asked her not to do.
Well, Jason, this is real life, not 'Alias'.
She was probably just confused.
Look alive, ladies. It's gonna be a busy day.
Oh...
I think blue's my favourite colour today.
Yeah, I really do.
It's OK.
No! No, leave her alone!
Leave her alone! Stop! No!
You know I love you, right?
Why did you make me do that?
Look, I love you!
Why did you make me do that?
You're too beautiful. It's...
It's too much.
You're too beautiful.
You're just too much.
You're too beautiful.
Oh, God.
Oh, please.
No, I'm just hoping you can double-check.
-No, they... -What the fuck, Jason?
Just a sec. Are you sure they didn't show up there?
This other farm,
you think they might have shown up there by mistake?
That'd be great. Thank you. I'll be at this number. Thanks.
Are you coming or what?
-They never showed up. -I'm sure they're fine.
-They're not 10 years old. -I gotta go up there.
I'll explain everything to your parents.
The last girls tried to escape too.
If these hoods come off and he sees you,
you're all out of birthdays forever - do you believe me?
-He's coming. -Who's coming?
Please make sure these hoods don't come off
until we take them off.
Why? Who is he?
No! No!
No. Please! No!
-No! -No!
Argh, no!
-No! -No, leave her alone!
Please make him stop!
No! No!
Are you OK? Are you OK? Oh, my God.
It's gonna be OK.
OK? I promise. You're gonna be OK.
It's gonna be OK. OK?
It's OK.
Is there something I can help you with?
Yeah, I'm here to see Sheriff Andrews.
I left a few messages.
I'll take it from here. Thank you, Deputy.
-Hi. -Hi.
You, uh, must be Mr Carter.
Detective Carter, actually. FBI.
But I'm not here on duty.
I'm concerned about my niece and her friend.
It's understandable.
What can I do to help?
Well, like I said in my messages,
they never showed at the farm they came to work at.
Eco Field Organics?
Hmm.
Do they have any friends in the area?
-No. -Maybe they made new friends.
I doubt it.
Young people have a tendency
to test the adults in their lives, on occasion.
I don't think that's the case.
And it's doubly difficult with young girls.
If they're the free-spirit type,
they'll often take off on their own for a while.
-No way. -You're sure?
Yeah, I think they were taken.
What makes you think they were taken?
She didn't use the code.
-The code? -Yeah.
When she texted, she didn't use the proper code word.
I'll tell you what.
I'll look into it.
Go home, get some rest.
My deputies and I will question everybody at that farm.
We have your number.
Go get the other one.
-What's wrong with her? -What do you think?
You... shouldn't have lied
about that text to your uncle.
We can't have the FBI poking around up here.
Get rid of these two.
Dump them where we dumped the others, just outside the city.
What about some new girls?
There's another bus coming in tomorrow.
If they find these girls by the morning,
they're gonna leave us alone by the afternoon.
¶ Wendy's on the docks
¶ Another job well done... ¶
Hi.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Look, sorry, we're closed.
I just want to ask you a few questions.
It's about two missing girls.
I got a pistol underneath this counter,
so if you're thinking of robbing me, you best move on.
No, I'm a detective, OK, with the FBI.
No shit.
My niece and her friend are missing.
Last place I saw them was here. Well, across the street.
A couple blondes? Both crazy hot?
-Yeah, you saw them? -Yeah.
The short-haired, she used my facilities.
Bathroom.
Did they mention anything? Were they with anyone else?
They said they were gonna work on one of them organic farms.
-A couple of guys picked 'em up. -What guys?
I've seen 'em around a few times.
You know, good-looking, if that's your sort of thing.
20s, cowboy types.
What were they driving?
Blue pick-up.
'69 GMC 910. Great shape.
Girls seem scared?
No, they didn't seem scared.
The short-haired,
she didn't seem like she'd be scared of anything.
Alright.
Is there anything else?
-Thanks. -Uhh...
Blue pick-up had a bumper sticker.
It said, "My other ride's your mom."
OK. Thanks.
We have to get out of here.
I'm so tired.
I know. But listen.
I heard them talking yesterday,
and they said they're gonna kill us.
Don't touch these two till the sheriff arrives.
OK.
It's on the house.
Where are they going?
Into town.
They're going to get more girls, aren't they?
I wouldn't know anything about that.
What happened to the girls that were here before us?
I don't wanna... I don't wanna think about them.
They're dead, aren't they?
No.
Did you love them?
You love me, don't you?
I'm, uhh...
I'm not supposed...
I'm not... supposed to.
But I want you to touch me.
I didn't think you liked me.
Well, you have to understand,
it's hard given the circumstances.
-No, I understand. -So...
Hmmm.
The girls' uncle asked about a blue pick-up.
I don't give a fart's fuck if it's a classic.
You tell Boris to burn that fucking truck with the bodies.
I'm on my way to pick up the girls now.
Fuck.
Argh!
We have a problem.
¶ The platinum Jane If that's your real name
¶ You're a killer
¶ You're a cool, cool ride
¶ Just a regular guy
¶ What a killer
¶ Bup-bup-bup da-da da-da da
¶ I really want a knife that cleans
¶ Bup-bup-bup da-da da-da da
¶ What a killer
¶ You're a passionate man Put your dad on the stand
¶ You're a killer
¶ Your Super 8 team in a pyramid scheme
¶ You're a killer
¶ Bup-bup-bup da-da da-da da
¶ I really wanna a knife that cleans
¶ Bup-bup-bup da-da da-da da
¶ What a killer
¶ Kill... ¶
Uhh...
-We need gas. -For this.
Gas is out... ...out back.
Cool.
Paper or plastic?
Do you know someone named Boris?
He drives a blue truck.
¶ Bup-bup-bup da-da da-da da
¶ I really wanna a knife that cleans... ¶
What can we do ya for?
Well, I was parking, and I backed into somebody's truck.
But when I went back with a pen
to write a note, the truck was gone.
I didn't get the licence plate,
but it was a 1969 blue GMC pick-up,
and it had, uh... it had a bumper sticker that said...
Well, I don't wanna say it here.
What did it say?
It said, "My other ride is your mom."
What do you think it means?
-It's about fucking, Marge. -Oh, my!
Just a second.
Just half a second. I'll check the file.
-Ah, here it is. Yes. -Oh.
The only '69 GMC registered here
is for somebody named Boris Carlson.
Do you know where I can find this Boris?
The address isn't listed here, but I can get it from the DMV.
I would really appreciate it.
Just let me make a quick call.
-OK. Thank you so much. -Pleasure.
Hello?
Hey!
-You're feeling better. -Those things are awesome.
Oh, hey, Boris.
Please...
We found some rusty nails in your drawer, which is awesome.
I have money.
We tried that too.
The money thing.
You think more?
A few more.
I have lots of money in this house.
Where?
I tell you, you let me go.
If there's enough money in there, maybe.
-Ah! -Where?
It's in the green toolbox in the other room.
There should be at least $100,000.
Oh!
It's not bad, Boris. Not bad at all.
Please...
Hello?
No, sweetie. I'm... I know, I'm sorry.
Look, I have to go, OK? This is just not a good...
I will make it up to your parents.
Wherever you like, yeah.
I gave you the money, now please let me go.
Well, he did give us the money.
True.
Please.
OK, Boris. Just one more thing and you're gonna be OK.
Anything.
Where can I find the man with the mask?
I've told you everything you want to know.
I've done everything you've asked.
Now please let me go.
I won't tell anyone, I swear to God.
-You promised! You promised me! -We lied!
You were gonna kill us, Boris.
Fuck you.
No! No! Ah!
-You might feel a little bit of pressure. -No, no!
OK, I gotta go.
Kill me.
¶ Did you ever forgive
¶ The one who cast it all aside?
¶ Did you ever look at them
¶ With more sympathetic eyes
¶ I thought the exhibition had changed
¶ But it didn't It remained the same
¶ And anyone who could see through you did
¶ And it was all the same... ¶
Oh-ho!
Oh.
He didn't make it.
Are you alone?
My guys are all out on road blocks.
Alright.
-The wife? -Yeah.
You calling her back?
No. No, I'm gonna try my niece again. Just in case.
Where are they?
See you next Sunday.
¶ Transform the air
¶ Until it's filled with little cones
¶ Their faces are so cold
¶ They deal and then they... ¶
Sorry, the church is closed for the rest of the day.
Sinners and lost souls are welcome tomorrow at 10:00.
Jezebel.
You should know
I have the loving good shepherd, his holiness,
Jesus Christ,
on my side.
I have a BFF.
¶ The summer farmer can't complain
¶ But Clementina said she'll wait
¶ Those seaside houses... ¶ -Whoo! What's going on?
¶ It's your obligation to remind... ¶
Go slowly. Keep going, keep going, keep going.
¶ We thought of giving up the practice
¶ She thought of staying out all night... ¶
¶ Nobody broke your heart
¶ Nobody broke your heart... ¶
¶ This season leans on simple folk... ¶
We'll be right back. Want anything?
Jeremiah 46:10.
"And the sword shall devour
"and it will be satiate
"and drunk with their blood.
"For the Lord God of hosts hath a sacrifice..."
Matches.
-Did you miss us? -Shit.
"Thy nakedness shall be uncovered, yea..."
"...thy shame shall be seen.
"I will take my vengeance.
"And I will not come to thee as a man!"
Isaiah 47:3.
No, no, no, no, no!
This place used to be part of a bed-and-breakfast deal.
They used it in a movie once.
You know you won't get away with this.
You know, what happened to those girls
is nothing compared to what's gonna happen when I find them.
Fuck you!
You know they'll be looking for me.
Oh, they'll find you.
Well, they'll find your body soon enough.
Get back here! Get the fuck back here!
Fuck!
Katie!
I'll be right with you, Detective.
Hello? Hello?
-Please. -Ohh!
Shh.
Save your strength.
I have money.
It seems that everybody has money in this town.
What, did you guys miss the financial crisis or what?
Help me! Help me!
-Pick a hand. -What?
Pick a hand.
-Oh! -Oooh!
You're lucky.
You've seen 'Deer Hunter', right?
It's a classic.
-Pick a hand. -Please.
Do it.
-Oh. -What?
Not so lucky this time.
What?
One bullet.
Five shots.
No.
Oh!
Ready?
Here we go!
No!
My turn!
What's going on?!
Please.
You fuckin' bitches.
You fuckin' bitches!
Phew!
Ohh! Oh!
How are you holding up?
Hey, what's happening?!
No.
No! No!
-Ohhh! -Oh! -Oh!
One last shot. You're doing great.
NO!
Ooh!
Well, how about that?
Oh! Oh!
Oh!
I am... so sorry.
Mm-hm?
Oh!
I will never...
Fuckin' bitches.
-Where's the sheriff? -Take it.
-They killed him. -They said to free you.
Who told you to free me?
We drugged you. Same shit you used on us.
What the fuck did you do to my boy?
Stuff.
We drugged him too.
N... no.
I can't believe you guys actually have books!
No, I'll do anything.
Please.
-No! -Whoops!
Jed.
Oh, my God.
What?
You didn't think we were monsters.
It's OK, baby.
But you were monsters.
No! No.
No, no, please.
I guess we're kind of monsters now too.
No.
Please. Please.
Fucking... bitches!
I will kill both of you!
So glad you got to see this.
Surprise!
No. Please, no.
Mother!
No, Lucas. Please. Please.
Mother, I told you we shouldn't be doing this shit.
What do you think?
Well, as far as angry redneck sex traffickers go,
he was the nice one.
Please don't kill me. I'm so sorry. I didn't want them to.
Aww! Well, that's nice, Lucas.
Catch.
-What's this for? -You're right-handed.
Yeah, so?
Hit your mother with the bat.
No.
If you don't, we'll kill you.
No, no, no.
No. No.
-Do it! -No, no.
I can't.
Well, then we're just gonna have to shoot you.
If you let me go, I won't say anything. I swear.
What do you think, Katie?
Well...
No!
Well?
Shoot him again with the gun in his own hand.
I saw it on 'Dexter'.
You have to match the trajectory.
That is smart thinking.
We have to make sure we get his prints on everything.
You will never get away with this.
'Crazy Human Sex Trafficker Kills Six and Then Self.'
Classic murder-suicide.
They'll find you.
My uncle's a cop and he laughs at all that 'CSI' shit.
He says he wishes it were like that.
We wiped everything clean
except for these weapons,
which only have Lucas's prints on them.
I... I have money.
Where?
I have at least a hundred grand,
b... b... but you have to promise that you won't kill me.
I promise.
It's in the cookie jar.
-Classic. -Thanks. Thanks!
But let me... let me go!
Let me... let me go.
I don't think so.
Y... you promised that you wouldn't kill me. You...
You promised...
...you wouldn't kill me.
I won't kill you.
You will never get away with this.
Hello?
Hey!
Everything OK with Gemma?
-Yeah, we worked it out. -Great!
-You don't mean that, but it is great. -Hmm.
Katie, your uncle's here!
-Hey! -Alright, you will call or text every day.
We will.
And don't worry about the time difference.
It's never too late.
New York is only a couple hours ahead.
OK, get out of here.
-I shouldn't be worried, right? -No, don't worry.
They're smart girls. They'll be fine.
Subrip by DanDee
¶ The summer farmer can't complain
¶ But Clementina said she'll wait
¶ Those seaside houses sure look fine
¶ It's your obligation to remind
¶ We thought of giving up the practice
¶ She thought of staying out all night
¶ Nobody broke your heart
¶ This season leans on simple folk
¶ Her dying wish just one more Diet Coke
¶ He thought of giving up the duchess
¶ As she was giving up the ghost
¶ Nobody broke your heart
¶ Nobody broke your heart... ¶