SHE SNORES
HE WHISPERS: It's time you met Luka.
FRANK: Knew this Ukrainian shylock named Bohan.
Loaned ten grand to this White Nationalist fuck.
The day he comes to collect, the punk can't pay.
So Bohan gives him two more days.
If he doesn't pay, that's it. He gets hurt.
So, one day to go, Bohan's 15-year-old daughter goes missing.
Beautiful girl. Light of his life.
So Bohan's freaking out. Then he gets a call from white boy.
If Bohan forgives the debt, then he gets his girl back.
Now, the guy didn't wanna hurt her.
I mean, he's just fucking desperate.
- And stupid. - FRANK CHUCKLES
So anyway, that's when Joe and I get the call to find the girl.
Bohan tells us, "Talk to the girl's godfather, Luka Delchev."
So, uh... we go over to this fucking mechanic shop
and there's this guy milking car batteries.
He'd drill a hole in the bottom of the battery
and let the acid drain into one of these five-gallon water jugs.
You see, most plastics and polymers are pretty unreactive towards acid
but every time he drills the hole, the acid ruins the drill bit
so they gotta change it out every time.
So, in the corner, there's this pile of spent battery husks
and these melted drill bits.
I'm like, "Luka, what the fuck is going on here?"
And he tells us that sulfuric acid is great
because it melts the skin and the muscle, but leaves the bone intact.
You see, the acid was for the kidnapper
once Luka found him.
He wanted to start at the feet and work his way up.
Now, he wanted that white boy to watch his own body melt underneath him.
Did you find him?
FRANK: That we did, yeah.
The girl was fine, by the way
but yeah, we found him, took him to Luka.
Now we're taking you.
I lied. I know where my mother is.
Really?
We were supposed to meet at the Bridgeport Motel.
She's probably already there.
You know, Pete, I really thought my story might spook ya
but here you are
with jokes.
No joke.
- It's the truth. - Mm-hmm.
Thanks, Evan. I really appreciate it.
MAGGIE: Come on in.
Evan just called. He followed those guys out to the highway.
They're gone. You're good to go.
I got it, thank you so much.
What was that all about, you having a brother that got his toe chopped off?
Oh, I was just playing along to keep her from pulling the trigger.
- Our friend still there? - FRANK: Yeah, question is why?
JOE: Sounds like you got a theory.
Well, if he's checking to see if we're heading out of town
maybe she's still there, or close.
I'm telling you, she's on her way to Bridgeport.
Yeah, sure she is.
Let me out. He just pulled off, thinking we've gone far enough.
I'll boost the car, head back, see if Maggie's still there.
JOE: This thing's getting too fucking complicated
- just like I knew it would. - Up here.
Go on. Take the Maverick.
You already gave me cash.
Car belonged to my ex-husband, just like the cash.
Where the fuck is this guy?
His truck's here, but he's not.
Where'd you serve?
You know, you can't hide military.
Third Ranger Battalion, Iraq.
I served in 'Nam, A Shau Valley.
Shouldn't you be doing something else other than looking for this jacket?
You obviously have skills.
I don't wanna do anything else, and if we're done bonding
I'd like to get something to eat.
We'll come back after that.
Yeah, sure.
SHE BLOWS
COOKIE CLATTERS
DOOR OPENS
- DOOR SHUTS - Otto?
Please, for the love of God, Grandma
tell me that wasn't you at Brett Woods.
You hadn't called me back.
- I thought I'd just go out-- - Because of your little nature walk
you're a suspect.
- What? - The farmer
- the one you had the chat with. - Yeah.
Turns out he's got a great memory. Painted a nice little picture of you.
Maybe I can put it on the wall of my cell.
OK, so I went for a walk in the woods. A hike, like you said.
I mean, what's the harm?
The harm is that the detective found Winslow's badge out there.
Everything's gonna be fine.
- Is it? - Yeah.
Is it, Grandma? Cos there are fucking chocolate chip cookies
all over the floor!
This has nothing to do with the truck.
Grandma.
Grandma. Do you understand how bad this is?
Hm?
There is now a witness that can place you at the scene--
I took care of it!
- How? - I crashed the truck into another car
same colour as the detective's.
The paint matches.
This way, you have an explanation for the damages.
I even filed a police report.
If anyone asks, there's a record.
You're outta your goddamn mind.
Don't talk to me like that!
What happened to the truck?
TAYLOR: Grandma crashed it.
She...?
- What? - Yeah, I stepped on the gas
instead of the brake.
SHE LAUGHS
What the fuck is happening?
Why the fuck is that weasel here?
Fuck you, man-child.
- Hey, hey, hey! Children, stop it! - AUDREY LAUGHS
Lance... Lance found a buyer for that, uh
the crappy land that he sold to Audrey
so all she has to do is sign a quitclaim deed.
That's why we're here.
It's almost midnight.
There's a clock on it. Guy wants to flip it to some corporate client
by 9:00 tomorrow morning.
You get 10,000.
Where do I sign?
FRANK: They say you can tell the future with tarot cards.
Tell me, Dolores.
Where am I heading?
ROCK MUSIC: "Harder Out Here" by The Bright Light Social Hour
♪ It's getting harder out here ♪
♪ I keep tryin' to just make my way ♪
♪ It's not lyin' ♪
♪ I'm only tryin' ♪
♪ Just trust in me ♪
♪ Trust in me ♪
♪ Just trust in me ♪
♪ Trust in me ♪
♪ Just trust in me. ♪
INDIE ROCK PLAYS ON RADIO
Hey, do you remember when I said that we could split the 11 million three ways?
Well, if you take me to Bridgeport right now
you can have it all, every cent.
And leave my partner high and dry?
You could do whatever you want.
Pete, Frank and I, we bury more bodies than syphilis in the Middle Ages.
We got our differences, but he's my partner.
I'm not a fucking sellout.
MARIUS GAGS
- What the fuck's wrong with you? - MARIUS COUGHS AND GAGS
- Nerves. I think I'm gonna be sick. - Not in the car.
- HE GAGS - Alright, I'll pull over.
Pull over! HE GAGS
- Alright, yeah, I'm pulling over. - Pull over!
Better open the door, man!
- Alright, coming. - Hurry!
Hurry...
OK, OK, OK.
- Open the fucking door! - Out, out, out.
MAN: Oh! Watch that shit, man.
- MARIUS GAGS - OK.
Hey, hey, hey.
Leave your... ugh!
- Leave your fucking phone. - MARIUS GROANS
Take that... yeah, yeah.
MARIUS SPITS AND GROANS Oh, God...
Fucking disgusting.
PHONE RINGS
Unless you're calling to buy a very expensive book
I'm hanging up.
- They're taking me to Luka. - Goodbye, Marius.
He's gonna melt me.
Is that what you...
- I can call Adam and Nicole. - No, not yet.
I need you. I need you.
I'm not leaving the bookstore.
Listen, I almost had Maggie but she got away. I wanna use Pete as bait.
The problem is, is that Pete is on his way to Sedona, looking for Maggie.
- You want me to call Pete and get him back? - Yeah, that's all I need.
And then I need you to make one other phone call, alright?
MARIUS: Yeah, I'm with one of them right now.
I don't know, some bathroom in...
Motherfucker!
- OK, this is my mother-- - Gimme that.
She's at the motel in Bridgeport.
MARJORIE: Get to the motel as soon as you can, Pete.
See? She's there right now. She's there.
Pete? Are you there?
COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYS
THUMP
Don't flick your wrists.
- They were locked. - You flicked.
You did it when you were ten. You're doing it now.
Hi.
The fuck is a dead man doing here?
- I'll just wait in the car. - Stay.
- I'm here about your money. - What about it?
That, um...
thing that you, uh, had me do
- uh, to help you-- - You mean the money laundering?
Yeah, it's done.
I had to move the money through real estate. That's why Lance is here.
I'm too tired to explain, but basically, you sign some paperwork
pay a real estate tax, and the money is yours free and clear.
Let's go to my office.
I'm asking because Otto's my friend, and you've done business with him.
No, I can't promise you there won't be violence.
Ah, as a matter of fact, uh...
Violence might be necessary. You should know that.
Thank you.
Right, no, just give me the address.
Give me the address. I'll remember it.
OK. Good.
JULIA: OK... - You wait outside.
Door open?
You do good work.
Thanks.
It's my first felony, so beginner's luck.
That's good.
- Because I need you to do it again. - SHE LAUGHS
No fucking way.
No, we're finished.
In fact, if you need someone bailed, you need to go to ANB.
- Just one more time. - No, I'm leaving.
- I'm not asking. - DOOR OPENS
- How much is it? - Count it and tell me.
See if our numbers match.
I'll load them for ya.
JOE: Your fucking mother better be here.
- CAR DOOR SLAMS - MAN LAUGHS
I knew you were a shit-bird.
- Mr Bagwell, I was, I was just on my way-- - Back to jail.
I'm sorry, who the fuck are you?
Name's James Bagwell. I'm this shit-bird's parole officer.
And who might you be?
I'm someone who doesn't have to give you his fucking name.
- I suggest you keep it moving. - Yeah, you said that wrong.
What you meant to say was, "I think I'm done here, Mr Bagwell"
and you were about to move your ass the fuck on.
Here, let me just... let me... can I just explain?
- Let me just tell you about-- - What?
Explain how being in Connecticut violates the terms of your parole?
- No, I just wanna tell you why I'm here. - Yeah?
Can I just tell you what... You don't have to handcuff me.
- We could tase you for shits and giggles. - No.
- MARIUS LAUGHS NERVOUSLY - BAGWELL CHUCKLES
Hey, hey, hey.
He's got kids.
And I got two fucks to give.
Let me do it. It's my fucking mess, let me clean it.
OK, old man. But you come back empty-handed, I'm kicking in doors.
Can I help you?
Yeah, I came here for the jacket you found in the Caddy.
What jacket?
Come on.
You just got back from the grocery store, right?
You bought some of that crappy store-brand coffee, eggs, oranges
maybe some cereal
the one with the chocolate Dracula on the front.
- Who the fuck are you? - That's for the girls?
Maybe.
Jackie, Nikki.
Come on, just give it to me. Just give it to me. It's not yours.
I don't wanna argue. I don't wanna negotiate.
It's just a damn jacket.
Yeah, so why let your girls lose their only parent over it?
Mr Bagwell, I'm here on a family emergency.
You have to believe me.
Uh, allow me to translate that, now that I am fluent in Josipovic.
What you just said is, "I'm in a jam with my hoodlum friend
so I had some British lady call my parole officer
so Mr Bagwell can come down and save me." Am I correct?
No, I'm here to see... I'm here to see my stepdaughter.
Would this be the same stepdaughter you called me about last week
when you first rescheduled our appointment?
The same stepdaughter who you said found a wounded cat in the middle of the street?
The same cat you had to take to have a life-saving surgery?
Cos you know, that sounded like bullshit too.
It's all true.
You know, I don't think there really is a cat, Josipovic
and I'm starting to think there's not even a stepdaughter.
OK, now that's offensive.
Un-cuff him.
Now, there's one thing that I hate more than a shit-bird
- that's a deadbeat dad. - Yeah, me too.
You too? Good, good.
So I want you to take me to meet your stepdaughter
and the cat.
Let me... I gotta call my ex-girlfriend, to let her know we're coming.
- Ah. - MARIUS STUTTERS
If I show up unannounced, she, well...
you'll be burying a body.
- Make it quick. - Thank you.
I actually can't wait for you to meet her.
Here.
What is that?
It's a secret list of Colonel Sanders' eleven herbs and spices.
The fuck you care?
DEVICE BEEPS
JULIA SIGHS
Shit.
FRANK ON PHONE: What happened?
I lost Pete.
- Fuck you mean you lost Pete? - At the Bridgeport Motel.
His fucking parole officer showed up.
Bridgeport? What, you fell for his fucking story?
Yeah, I heard a woman's voice on his phone. I had to check it out, you know.
- He might've not been fucking lying. - Joe, we don't got Pete.
We don't got Maggie.
Luka's not the most rational fucking human being.
Yeah, I know.
What do you got?
Maggie left Rosedale in a green Ford Maverick
only a quarter tank of gas, so I've been checking every gas station along the way.
Nothing yet.
Hey, real quick
when I asked where Maggie was headed
Delores said Maggie was going to find her son.
Now, why the fuck would Maggie say that when she left her son behind with us?
Fuck knows, but I don't like it.
How would you like to be more than my liaison
do some real police work?
The results came back from the paint chips on Winslow's vehicle.
That paint colour was manufactured specifically
for the GMC High Sierra Double Cab between '85 and '87.
Run down every registered owner within a 100-mile radius of the crash site.
Driver could've been from out of town.
Maybe, but we always start local, then widen.
You here to play the hero, huh? Be the good guy?
I told you, my parole officer wants to meet Ellen.
I can't believe you're smoking in front of him.
- Name is James Bagwell. - Hi, Julia Bowman.
- Good to meet you. - There she is. Hi!
Uh, by the way, the cat died.
- What? - Yeah.
The surgery didn't take. The stent was rejected or something.
I don't know. Anyway, it cost two grand to fix
but of course, I don't have $2,000, so now Ellen blames me for the cat's death.
Ms Bowman, I think we're getting off on the wrong foot here.
- Yeah, wrong feet's all we got around here. - I didn't know about the cat, alright?
OK, hold up, you two.
- Listen, has he been paying child support? - Uh, when he works
but I do everything by myself.
- Yeah, that's not what I hear. - Oh, yeah?
- Guys, guys... - What do you hear?
I heard you had visitors, visitors that spend the night.
Let's take a few deep breaths here, OK? Let's take a few deep breaths.
- One visitor! - I think it's time I meet your daughter.
- One visitor! Just one! - She's right there.
- Your cousin Steve! - Oh!
- And he wrecks it, nightly. - Steve!
- Oh, whoa! - Boom! Drink that up!
Enough! Would you please step back?
HE SIGHS
Alright, listen, this was a mistake, OK?
I have other appointments.
- We need to go back to New York, now. - No, no, he's staying.
- He's burying that cat. - Excuse me?
I mean... Ellen.
Look at her.
She's heartbroken.
- Or Steve can do it. - He's working tonight.
You need to be in New York when this is done, OK?
- OK. - You report to me personally.
You got it?
OK.
If you want, I can arrange for a pass
so you can see your daughter on designated weekends
but that means no hanging out with the shit-bird friends of yours
- you got me? - Yes, thank you.
- Is it clear? - I'd say yes.
- Am I clear? - Yes, sir.
- Look at me. - Yes, sir.
Nice to meet you, Ms Bowman.
- You keep your nose clean, Josipovic. - OK. Thank you.
"He wrecks it"?
Josipovic?
No, that was a joke. It's hard to explain.
Really? Now I'm curious.
- Explain. - No, you had to be there.
Hey, do you think Taylor could track a cellphone?
Motherfucker.
TYRES SCREECH
CAR HORN BLARES
DOGS BARK
Where's Maggie?
Who's Maggie?
Are you kidding me? She was driving this car.
- Fifties, blonde. - The lady said her name was Linda.
Linda?
Yeah, man, Linda from Rosedale.
Fuck.
Come on, old man.
Stop being so fucking dramatic and pull the gun.
That's why we're here, isn't it?
You understand this isn't personal, right?
I figured Dad had a job to do. He can't do it, so I will.
You know, if you shot your gun the way you shoot your mouth, I'd be dead already.
Any famous last words?
I was gonna ask the same question.
Put the gun on the ground, or I put you in the ground.
Down.
You alright, Otto?
Yeah, of course I'm alright. I had it under control.
Yeah, looked that way.
No, no, no, Sammy, Sammy!
No, no. Don't do it.
Bodies, they're a hassle.
You know that.
Give me the keys.
CAR CHIMES
Let's go.
COLIN: Yeah, I see you two old fucks again, I start shooting.
OTTO: Come on, come on.
Come on. How'd you find me?
- Huh? - Called the Rabbi, got some info
skip-traced your ass.
OTTO CHUCKLES
PHONE RINGS
ROBY: Oh, you got it.
Great.
Yeah, I was just about to, uh, I was about to print it out.
Funny, uh, my grandmother actually has one of the trucks.
I didn't say anything before, cos I thought she had an older model, but...
guess I was wrong.
Your grandmother?
Yeah. Yeah.
You wanna go see it?
Get a closer look at the kinda truck we're looking for?
Sure she wouldn't mind.
I'll get the car.
Hey, Grandma.
Hi, Taylor.
- I saw you pull up. - Mmm.
This is Detective Joyce Roby.
She's the fancy New York law I told you about.
Oh...
- Good to meet you, Detective. - Oh, please, call me Joyce.
What a beautiful place you have.
- This really a working farm? - Ever since the Civil War.
Wow.
- Your family has some deep roots. - The farm has deep roots.
Our family came into the land around 1978.
Bail forfeiture.
Mm.
I understand you wanna see my truck.
I am working a case involving a 1987 GMC High Sierra Double Cab.
Taylor must've called ahead to say I was coming.
SHE CHUCKLES He texted.
Grandma prefers Snapchat, but I'm stuck in the past.
Let's take a look.
This way.
How are you liking our neck of the woods?
It's quiet.
AUDREY: Must be a nice change of pace.
What happened to your forehead?
It's nothing.
Had a fender-bender with the truck.
You did what?
It's nothing. That's why I didn't say anything.
I didn't want anyone to know.
- What did you hit? - Parked car.
Pushed the gas instead of the brake.
Not the first time.
When did this accident happen?
Yesterday.
Taylor, could you go to the car and get the list of High Sierra owners, please?
Sure.
- Mrs Bernhardt... - Audrey.
Audrey.
You ever been up to Brett Woods?
Oh, Lord, not since I was a teen.
Used to be the big make-out spot.
Now it's big with the senior citizens' bird watching centre.
I was up there recently, looking into a crash site
connected with my case.
The cars involved, one was a small silver sedan
the other, probably a GMC truck like this one.
Now, the reason I ask is because the farmer who owns the land
mentioned seeing a woman matching your description up there.
Must've been a bird watcher. Us seniors all look alike.
You said Taylor texted you. When was the last time you two spoke?
Sunday night. Family gets together for dinner every week.
TAYLOR: Got the list.
I'll look at it in the car.
- Thanks for your time, Audrey. - Oh, my pleasure.
Oh, would you like my phone number? Email?
No.
Anything comes up, I'll track you down.
She's a lovely woman.
How often do you get to see her?
Sunday nights. Mandatory family dinner.
Why?
If she's hitting the gas instead of the brakes
you might wanna visit her more often.
PA ANNOUNCEMENT BLARES
Jesus.
Looks like crap.
Wake him up. Wake him.
- Hey, Moe. - Moe?
Poke him. Poke him.
- MOE GASPS - SAM GASPS
MOE BREATHES NOISILY
Alright?
OTTO CHUCKLES
- Hey, Moe. - Hey, Moe.
Water.
Here ya go.
Here, got it, got it?
There ya are.
You're looking better, slowly.
You're still looking better.
We just came to tell you we took care of the car.
We met the punk that did this, and he got what he wanted.
Heard he took my Proclamation.
The Easter Proclamation that I gave you?
That little fuck.
- Hey, I just need to talk to my cousin-- - Hey, hey!
- Hey! - HE MOUTHS: Taylor.
- Fucking shitting me? - I just need a favour from you.
Of course you do.
- What? - OK.
I need to track a cellphone.
A girl slept over last night, she took money off me.
- Can you believe that? - I don't give a fuck
about your girlfriend.
Excuse me.
You recognise this man?
His name's Marius Josipovic.
Nah, I... no, I've never seen him.
Alright, well, keep that. Apparently Winslow was tracking him.
You see him, you let me know.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - I wanna talk to him.
This the guy you had in your fucking motel?
- Huh? - Yeah, he, he took off.
He's in Ottawa. He's not coming back.
You always got an answer.
- Listen-- - Just go.
Just fucking go.
Hey, we need to talk.
That kid you beat the crap out of, Avon? We got movement on the case.
- What kinda movement? - The kind that keeps me up at night.
DA wants to sit down with you next week.
- We need to nail your story down, come on. - TAYLOR: Fuck.
That's an awful strange colour for whiskey.
It's coming, you damn drunk.
You remember that, uh, tiger piss we used to drink at Firebase Ripcord?
Ba Mui Ba.
Tasted better coming up than going down.
That Proclamation started the Irish War of Independence against the British.
That piece of paper was over 100 years old.
Otto, as your pal, as my pal
I'm asking you, don't go after him.
Let sleeping assholes lie.
- Yeah. - CARLY: Can I join?
- Unless you're talking about the war again. - I hate being predictable.
- Hey, she can't be here. - OTTO: What?
Unless she orders food.
What has this girl ever done to deserve that?
She orders, or she goes.
Just bring her some sliders.
We'll use them as coasters.
So, what's going on?
I had a long talk with Taylor about our parents, y'know
their, um...
their death, and I realised that that was the first time
that anyone has ever talked to me about them.
Like, OK, here you guys are, y'know, telling each other stories
sharing memories, you know?
I mean, no one has ever done that with me, not about Mum and Dad.
And...
I mean, everyone remembers them.
Like, even Sam got to work with them, y'know? I...
I have nothing.
Well...
your mum and dad met at the bond shop.
- Really? - SAM: That's wrong.
When Danny walked in, Lila was just running out the back.
Yeah, no, no, yeah, but it started in the shop.
Technically, they met outside the shop.
Anyway, it involved a two-block chase
which ended when your mother bonked your father with her gun.
What? THEY LAUGH
INDISTINCT CHATTER AND LAUGHTER
You shoot a good stick.
I'm alright.
You probably don't remember me, but, um
I was there that night at Bruno's.
- Fight with the cop. - Yeah?
Yeah.
That, uh. That cop's my cousin.
The fuck you want?
I just came by to see if, uh, if maybe you'd be willing to drop the charges.
AVON SCOFFS
Boy coming up in here like he's motherfucking John Wick.
- No, no, no. - "Drop the charges."
- I'm not... - Get the fuck outta here.
One game, straight pool. If I win, you drop the charges.
If I lose, you get all that money.
Rack 'em up.
Do you mind if I hit a couple balls?
It's been a long time since I've played. I'm a little out of practice.
Thank you.
HE MUTTERS
BALLS CLATTER
MUSIC: "Tonight" by Animal Island
♪ Tonight, tonight ♪
♪ We can't be stopped We won't stop coming alive ♪
♪ Tonight ♪
♪ Break down these walls They can't keep us inside ♪
♪ Woo-oo-oo-oo ♪
♪ We're lying in the streets... ♪
OK.
♪ Staring at the stars ♪
♪ Everything we need Is everything we are ♪
♪ We don't need to sleep We don't need to care ♪
♪ Everything is free... ♪
I tell you what.
I won't embarrass you in front of your friends.
Just take the money and drop the charges.
Thank you.
I'm sorry. You know, I think we got off to a bad start.
Indeed we did.
My name's Joe Hooper. I just wanted to check on my buddy's arrest.
Nobody's been arrested.
Wait, Pete didn't violate his parole?
- You know where I could find him? - Look, I don't know any Pete
but I do know two things.
One, you have never been anybody's friend
and two, you look like trouble.
And if my clients want to associate with the likes of you
and ruin their second chances, I can't stop 'em
but it doesn't mean I have to help them do it.
You have a blessed day, brother.
I thought I ran you out of town.
I just came to congratulate you. I heard, uh, Avon dropped the charges.
How'd you know?
You have something to do with that?
You pay him off or something?
Why're you so angry?
I just heard he came into a little bit of money, that's all.
- That's fucking bribery. - Case was civil, not criminal
so it was essentially like a settlement. Don't worry about it, you're fine.
So, when are you back on the street?
'Bout a week.
Good. That's good.
About that favour.
I knew, I fucking... I knew it.
You never do anything if it's not gonna line your own fucking pockets.
- It's just family helping family. - Right.
Thanks, Bucket. I owe you one.
So, this young lady you're looking for
she a Native American or a gambler?
Why?
SLOT MACHINES CHIME
Hey.
You remember me?
Thank God.
Hey, um...
she said if I needed to find her to come to you.
Someone's been calling. Got a feeling it might be her.
PHONE RINGS
I've been calling for hours.
KWAHU: Been a long time.
Can you blame me?
No, I guess not. Is he there?
Hold on.
Heya, Ma.
I used to really like this job.
Sh...
Meet a lot of colourful people, see a little action
use the brain a bit.
Now the nerves got me on the can every 15 minutes.
If I knew it was gonna go off the fucking rails like this
I never would've...
Fuck Maggie. Fuck Pete.
You wanna hear something weird?
I don't even think he's Pete.
I think he was telling us the truth when we first snatched him.
Keep talking.
When we take on a case, what's rule number one?
Always follow the clues.
What do we have?
The old lady got him talking about his brother.
Very convincing.
Only thing, Pete doesn't have a brother.
Then that psychic chick told you
Maggie went to look for her son, but he's in Rosedale.
Makes no sense.
Finally, his parole officer says he doesn't even know a Pete.
What the fuck is that?
Well, if he's not Pete, why say he's Pete?
Money.
Well, if he's fake Pete, how did he trick real Pete's mum?
She recognised him. They had a conversation.
And where the fuck is Pete?
Good point.
You know, if he's not Pete, we're fucked.
Luka will kill us.
You know this.
When we see Luka today, I think we should fucking kill him.
Just go to the storage, and put a bullet in his fucking head.
I'm not dying in a vat of acid.
PHONE RINGS
What's wrong?
Nothing. Nothing.
Well, I don't know.
Did Roby ask you about the last time we spoke?
- She did. - She asked me the same thing.
She's looking for discrepancies in our stories.
She also asked about Brett Woods while you were at the car.
I think she suspects something.
Yeah, well, if she does, she's playing it cool.
But she's not at the station.
- What does that mean? - Not sure.
But if I were her, I'd go back to the farm to talk to you alone.
You should go to the office. I'll go to the farm, see if she shows.
You sure?
No, but it's the only idea I got.
Just give me one second.
SLOT MACHINES CHIME
PHONE RINGS
- Pete. - Marius, listen.
I gotta make this quick. She didn't want me calling you.
- She's got a guy watching me-- - Uh, who didn't want you?
My mum.
I found my mum.
- Where, where'd you find her? - We're gonna disappear, OK?
I just
I needed to call you and say goodbye.
And I wanted to thank you.
- What do you mean you're gonna disappear? - You've been a great friend, Marius
the best that I've ever had.
- Well, then let me at least come say goodbye. - You're like a brother to me.
I hope all your dreams come true.
- Wait no, no, no, no, no, no, no. - PHONE CLICKS
Fuck!
Fuck.
PHONE DIALS
VOICEMAIL: Your call has been forwarded to an aut--
TAYLOR: Hello?
Grandpa?
Carly?
CREAK
PHONE RINGS
I didn't find Pete.
I did. Uh, he didn't go to Sedona.
He's at some Indian casino with his mother but I'm not gonna be able to get down there
- before they're gone. - And your bad guys?
Yeah, well, they're closing in.
Fuck, Marjorie.
Eleven million dollars.
- I can smell it, you know. I... - You wanna pull the ripcord?
Well, I don't think we have any other choice.
I think, uh, you gotta, you gotta get
- Adam and Nicole to stand by. - Of course.
- You need money? - Yeah, in paper.
PHONE BEEPS
Wait, hold on for one second.
- Julia. - Hey.
I just got a strange text from Taylor.
Something's going on down at the farm, and he wants all of us there.
- Something good or something bad? - I can't tell but it sounds urgent.
Do you have your gun?
I don't think it's that kinda urgent.
Yeah, but just bring it just in case, you know, cos you never know, you know?
Um, yeah. OK.
I'm gonna meet you down there.
Bye.
Uh, that was Julia. The family might be in danger.
We gotta pull the ripcord. I'm gonna get down there just to warn them.
MARJORIE: Stay safe. - Alright, bye.
Turns out Lila had given your father a concussion.
OTTO LAUGHS She felt bad about it!
So she took him to the emergency room herself.
CARLY LAUGHS
Your dad was working as a process server.
Before he worked for your grandpa.
He was, uh... he used to track people down and serve them with lawsuits, subpoenas.
- Why was he after Mum? - Ah, some biker was suing her.
He skipped bail, she chased him down, she broke his leg...
SHE GASPS
So he was suing her!
Oh, so Mum was kind of a badass?
- Oh, she was a hurricane. - Lila had no restraint.
Well, your dad was the same way.
He proposed to your mum after dating her a month.
- It was a week. - Here we go.
- It was a month. - Month? It was a week.
What case were they working on the night they died?
I don't, I don't remember that they were working on a case
uh, just that they got hit by some drunk.
Well, so how come the police report didn't mention the guy was drunk?
Huh?
- Do you know? - Maybe the cop made a mistake.
- Yeah. - Um...
PHONE CHIMES
Oh.
It's Taylor. Says he wants me back at the farmhouse ASAP.
- I wonder what's going on? - Oh, well, I would check it out.
- PHONE CHIMES - Oh, hello.
He wants me too.
I better switch to coffee.
You go ahead, tell him I'll be right behind.
Uh...
Thank you.
See...
Later.
CAR APPROACHES
- Hey. - Hi.
- Everything OK? - Yeah. Yeah.
Just, you know, cautious.
We're here!
What?
You wanna tell 'em?
Maybe we should just let 'em find out.
MAGGIE: Is that Julia?
Aunt Maggie?
Oh...!
Oh, my little girl!
THEY SIGH
Oh, and you...
MAGGIE SIGHS
Pete.
My boy.
Come here.