(whispering): They're gonna kill us.
- You sidestep Duke and New York
and go into the retail business
with me and Miles and your profit margins go up 40 %.
- Dark Web, yeah?
- Uh, yes ma'am.
- What the fuck? - Okay, you're gonna use
these to get out, okay? When you get a chance.
Okay, he wants to cut ties with New York.
I gave her a little plan and it's complete bullshit
because that bitch tried to fucking killed me.
Alright? I wanna go back to the way
it was before she came to the islands.
(door opening)
(sighing): Wasn't really expecting you, Hank.
- You are going to unchain the child
from the fucking wall and then we're gonna stay right here.
- Yeah, Ross found something else.
Another body.
Looks like it's been there a long time.
I guess nothing stays at the bottom of that river.
(grunting)
(metallic thudding) (squelching)
(eerie music)
- There you go, ma'am.
- Oh, look.
Matches my outfit.
Something else?
- Yeah. Hawley's idea.
Cutting out Duke, New York...
You're not considering it, are you?
- Why not?
- 'Cause it's bloody daft.
Your brothers would never go for that.
- Don't talk to me about my brothers.
New York doesn't scare me.
- What about Bo?
We can't keep, uh, them in the basement forever.
- We can't let them go either, can we?
They saw me two-step on Silas' neck.
(scoffing)
Have Chaz get rid of Bo.
We'll just say they never arrived.
- Got you.
- Oh, Gaz?
This plan from Hawley and the boy wonder,
I rather like it.
Although Miles is clearly the brains. So...
do me a favour and get rid of Tommy Hawley.
And put a fucking shirt on.
(birds chirping)
(muttering): Fucking hell.
(tense videogame music playing)
- Cheeky, cheeky. (chuckling)
(clearing throat) (videogame on screen)
It's my brother. - A word.
- Ah, we're in the middle of a game, mate.
- Come here. (game pauses)
(muttering): You're not supposed to make friends.
- But I like her.
Shit, I-I like they.
Shit, uh, their?
What is it-- - Them. I think.
Anyway, doesn't matter.
May's given the word.
It's time for Bo to retire to a little farm in the country.
(grunting): What farm?
- It's a metaphor, you moppet!
Kill them.
- But I like them.
- Get it done.
Meet at The Heron after.
Oh, and, uh, we're taking care of Tommy and all.
(dissipating footsteps)
(heavy door opening and shutting)
- Uh, another round?
- I... No, mate.
(stammering): Are you hungry? Are they hungry?
- Yeah, sure Chaz, I could, uh, I could eat.
- I've got a killer meatloaf in me, uh...
Have to go upstairs and...
...whip it up. (chuckling)
(tense music)
- Your plan was to feed me meatloaf
and then kill me, you stupid fuck?
(Chaz groaning)
(door thudding) (squelching)
(blood dripping)
(theme song)
- Got your mad face on. What's going on?
- They found Coach.
You dumped Silas...
...there?
- Things stay buried down there.
- Or... they don't!
You know, because they found him
and they found Coach.
No, I'm sorry, that's my bad.
They found you and Coach,
because your fucking DNA is all over
the goddamn body!
So, Tommy, maybe next time, I don't know,
just-just walk into the station
and put a fucking stick of dynamite right on my desk!
- Come on, man, Coach?
That was a lifetime ago, they can't tie that shit to us.
- I thought this guy made a mistake,
so I came back here and I found Ruby...
...chained to a fucking radiator.
Ruby Tuesday.
That is Pete's... kid.
We called her that when we were kids and you have here,
cutting coke for you.
Is that how far gone you are?
- Relax. Okay, it's fine. It's fine, right?
(muttering): Yeah. - Yeah.
- No! I'm fucking done
protecting you! - Well, you were never
really that good at it-- (groaning): You fu...
I don't wanna fight, man. Come on.
- Okay, well, you don't wanna fight?
(suspenseful music) I'm gonna point out to you
what you're doing.
Do you see what you're doing? - What?
- You are just like him.
- Fuck you, man. - Yeah.
Couple of scared kids
with nowhere else to go.
- Come on, man, I almost died for this shit, Hank!
(suspenseful music continues)
And they had it the whole time, man.
You wanna be pissed off at somebody, be pissed off at them.
- They're kids, Tommy.
- Well, all of a sudden, now, I'm the bad guy?
Huh? What about you, huh?
Mr. Officer of the Law dragging us around here, huh?
What about the decisions and choices you made
that got us here?
- Things were good. I was trying.
But then you showed up
and immediately, everything went to shit.
- You know you wanna-you wanna talk kids?
Let's talk kids.
What about that kid's dad? Did you tell her about that?
(laughing) - What?
(suspenseful music continues)
- Uh... - Honey, I didn't kill him.
So who does that leave in our little bed of misfits?
- What is he talking about?
Henry?
You killed my dad?
(heavy breathing): You...
(Henry groaning): Oh, fuck...
(suspenseful music continues)
- Ruby... (groaning)
Ruby!
(groaning)
(muttering): Okay, okay.
(grunts)
(heavy breathing)
Goddamnit, Liv,
if you point that fucking gun at me one more time--
- Guess again, love.
Aw, I thought you were gonna have a little kiss.
(muttering): Alright, okay.
(grunting in pain)
- I need you to follow along here.
(police station phone ringing)
(clearing throat)
So the gums... - Mm-hmm.
- On the body we just pulled up, they were cut away.
So there'd be a receptacle where the implant is screwed in,
but whoever did this wanted that to disappear.
But if this was a random hit...
...how would they know about the vic's implant?
- So the implant was planted?
- All the teeth are extracted except for this
one conveniently placed implant
that was shoved down his throat?
No, there's only one person involved in this
who knows Tommy well enough to know about the tooth.
- You're not suggesting Henry killed Tommy.
- No, I'm not saying that.
They faked his death.
Tommy's not dead.
And this Coach Fernsby who's been gone for 20 years...
- 25.
- His last cohort
is Tommy Hawley, Henry Rowland, Peter Waits, Wade Thompson.
Am I missing someone?
- Maybe we ought to talk to Henry.
- Oh, wow, yeah, Charlie. Good idea. You think?
- No need for that.
- Okay, you know what? Um,
you're done on this.
This is all Border now and I'm not gonna listen
to another second of your gaslighting small-town ass,
protect your boy, bullshit.
Your boy Henry got involved with some bad people a long time ago.
And he never stopped being involved with them.
And this Coach Fernsby? Probably found out,
tried to set them on the straight
like any good coach would do,
and he got killed for it.
- No, Erica, it's a little more complicated than that.
(distant indistinct chatter)
(clearing throat)
- Right.
Inside, all of ya. (muttering): Dick!
(Tommy groaning)
- Chop, chop!
- It's that guy. From Steve's.
The one at my dad's wake and he's-he's by some woman.
- Her name is May. - How do you know her name?
- Well, she's the one Tommy and I met with.
She's the psycho behind all of this.
- Okay, well, why is she here?
- Jesus, Ruby, why do you think?
- Okay, we should go.
- No, they'll see us--
- No, they won't, no, they won't. Come here.
I had a lot of free time on my hands
while I was chained up in here and you were off
on your pleasure cruise on the St. Lawrence.
- Tommy made me go with him.
- Mm-hmm, yeah, anyway.
We can climb through.
- You go first.
(whispering): Okay.
(effort grunts)
- Let's go.
- I can't leave.
- Why? Henry's been lying this whole time.
(suspenseful music) He was with my dad
and he's been acting like nothing happened.
- That doesn't matter. - What?
- They're here for me, not you.
I-I'll just say you ran off.
Just get as far away from here as you can.
- They're gonna kill you, Miles.
They're drug traffickers.
- Yeah.
Well, so am I.
(suspenseful music continues)
(panicked breathing)
(groaning)
- Oh, hello, Miles.
- This is how you start a business partnership?
- We'll talk business in a minute, love.
- The whole infrastructure is on this.
And I can help you keep it going,
but there can't be... there can't be any violence.
Or I smash it.
(sighing): Oh, God, a pacifist.
Alright. You wanna chat. Let's chat.
Gaz? - Yes, ma'am?
- Make sure our friends are comfortable.
- With pleasure.
Right, you pair of pricks,
hands together.
You first.
(zip tie cinching) (groaning): Yeah, okay.
- What I'm about to tell you...
...is not my place, is not anyone's place,
you can't spread it around. You'll understand...
...when I tell you why.
- Yeah, I understand discretion.
- Good. 'Cause David Fernsby
is not this hero that you are suggesting.
He had a thing for teenage boys.
He wasn't looking for the next Sonny Liston.
(stammering): So, uh, Henry... was molested?
- I don't know how long it went on for, but...
- And Tommy?
(hesitating)
- What about Tommy?
- Was he... too?
- Well, I don't know, I-him and his family were never
on speaking terms with the police and I tried
(inhaling deeply): I tried to get to him, to talk to him.
I don't know, he's a Hawley.
- Jesus, Charlie.
- I know, Erica, I should have tried harder, okay?
(sighing): It's just, uh...
- Yeah, happens all the fucking time.
- So... nobody knew?
- Not 'til I started digging.
Not 'til Henry.
So you can understand why I need you
to keep this between us, yeah?
I'd like-I would like you to keep it between us.
- Of course.
- And whatever happened to David Fernsby had it coming.
I would have killed him myself if I had known.
All those boys he had access to.
Makes me fucking sick to my stomach just thinking about it.
- You can't protect Henry.
Not now.
- Yeah, I understand.
- And if you find him first--
- No, I will find him first.
So I'll...
I'll bring him in.
(door opening and shutting)
(grunting) - Fuck, will you relax?
- Uh, no, I will not!
(both groaning) Fuck!
Is this going about how you expected it to?
- We'll be alright.
- Oh, sure. Yeah, we'll be fine.
- Hey, he's a smart kid. He'll figure out a way.
Did you see the way he walked
out of that bathroom with that phone?
Fucking, the balls.
- A week ago, he was working in a comic book shop.
- One of life's many twists.
- You know what Pete was doing... right before he died?
He was saving your fucking life!
Okay, so maybe, just maybe,
you owe him better than chaining up his daughter
in a goddamn motel room.
- What do you owe, Hank?
- Yo.
You heard about Pete's thing?
His dad's out of town, everyone's going.
- Yeah, I heard.
- So you going?
- No, I got some packing to do.
(incredulously): Packing? What do you mean packing?
- I'm leaving.
(chuckling): I told you.
Zeke's got this place across the river down in Clayton.
(truck beeping afar)
He says he got some jobs for me or whatever.
'Bout time I get out of here
with that cop always coming to the house.
- I can talk to Charlie. He's not that bad.
- Not to you maybe.
Feel like I'm being watched any time I leave the place.
(pensive music) - Hey, I'll-I'll talk to him.
- And what are you gonna say, Hank?
He already thinks I'm a fucking murderer.
Not how I remember it.
(pensive music continues)
- Alright, well, what kind of jobs does Zeke have?
- I don't know. Something about cigarettes.
He says it's good money.
- Well, I'll come with you.
We'll do it together--
- No. - What do you mean, no?
I thought we had each other's backs?
- Aren't you like a junior cop now or something?
- I'm just volunteering to get him off our backs.
I'm not a cop. - Not yet.
- I'm not a cop!
(sighing)
It's just something Charlie thinks will be good for me.
- You wanna know what's good for you, Hank?
Stay away from me.
Stick with Charlie, you won't be so bad.
- So you're just gonna leave?
- Who knows?
Maybe someday I'll be back.
(pensive music continues) (dissipating footsteps)
- Give Tommy his due.
He's a sharp one.
I don't just mean the Dark Web stuff,
he's a born negotiator.
- Might be a keeper.
- Mm-hmm. It's hard to replicate.
(inhaling sharply)
(sighing): Look, now we've got them where we want them.
Bring the car around, let's start loading up supplies.
- Alright. Oi, Goldilocks, you're with me.
- After you. - Come on.
Sit. (Liv sighing)
Hands together. (gun thudding)
Come here.
(zip tie zipping) Piece of work these two, eh?
(snorting): You have no idea.
(sighing)
- Have you got any drink around here?
- If I tell you where, will you pour me one?
- Yeah, alright, fair play.
- Under there, behind that book.
- Ah.
(glasses clinking)
And two glasses.
Lovely jobbery.
- It's quite interesting to me that you're all like,
peace, love, and harmony.
But you killed my friend.
His name was Jay.
- It was self-defence.
- You threw him out a window.
- True.
But... he was going to kill us.
I mean, even though we told him
we didn't know anything about Steve stealing your drugs.
And it wasn't until after the, uh,
Jay thing that we found the rest.
(whispering): Miles?
- And what about this vet's daughter?
Is she your sweetie?
- It's not like that.
- I'd like a word with her.
- That's not gonna happen.
She doesn't even know how to do this.
(tense music) I... I'll work for you.
I'll teach you everything I know, but she has to go.
- And you'll just say goodbye, really?
- Meeting Ruby was the worst day of my life.
And... I wanna forget that she ever existed.
And I need you to just do the same.
And if you can do that, I will work for you.
(tense music continues)
(distant indistinct chatter)
- Hey, Jules.
Good job on, uh, framing, that's, um,
I didn't do a half-bad job raising you.
Yeah, I always tell you, it's the...
(whispering): Yeah, it's okay. You're okay.
You good?
You're okay.
Um...
(stammering): Is Henry, uh, Henry been a little off lately?
- It's not my first time around a mopey cop.
- Yeah, I raised you good, alright.
(chuckling): That's true.
- What's on your mind?
- Henry's on a patch of trouble on this case.
And so, um,
I gotta ask. Have you seen Tommy Hawley around lately?
- Dad--
- No, I know, I know, Jules.
We don't mix work life and family life,
but this is different.
If he's seeing Tommy, it's not the right move.
Have you seen him?
Have you seen Tommy?
(suspenseful music) - No.
- Okay.
Okay then.
I gotta get back to work. You okay?
- Mm-hmm.
- Alright. Love you, baby.
- I love you too.
- Lock the door, yeah?
(suspenseful music continues)
- Oh, shite.
(car door shutting)
We've got a problem.
Your lady cop friend has just popped around for a cup of tea.
- Oh, shite.
- That's what I said.
You need to deal with her.
- Yeah, turn the TV volume up.
(tense music)
- May.
Didn't expect to see you here.
- I own the place, don't I?
Yeah, what are you doing here?
- Uh... that's my colleague's truck.
- Oh, Henry Rowland, right?
Yeah, you know, I heard a rumour that
he and Liv are rekindling old flames?
Hope it's not true.
You know, lovely family like his.
- Oh, shit, that's my border agent.
(shouting): E-Erica!
- Did you hear that?
- I think it's just the telly.
- No...
- Uh, look, it's a motel, Erica, right?
We should give them some privacy.
- I know something's wrong.
- Erica, please.
(shouting): Erica! - You should go.
(tense music continues)
(door opens)
(gasping)
- What the hell?
What... (muttering): What the fuck?
- Shouldn't have opened that door.
- No, no! Shit!
(Erica gasping) (blood dripping)
(gasping)
(sighing)
- Gaz!
This is all your fault.
All this death.
Is he fucking worth it?
(Tommy groaning): Fuck.
- Fucking hell, ma'am.
- Alright, change of plan.
Get the kid, load up the car, we're leaving.
Douse the place with gas.
And grab her gun. - Gotcha.
- Uh, yeah, if you leave her there
she's gonna bleed to death.
- Yeah, that is generally what happens when you get stabbed.
(Erica whimpering)
Oh, Erica...
We had fun, though, didn't we?
- You what?
- They're gonna find you all covered in smoke and ash
with a crooked cop and his lifelong friend.
And you, a heroic woman who tried to stop them,
paid the ultimate price.
They'll probably name an island after you.
Sorry, love.
(♪ Long Road ♪ by Colin Moore)
- Is that blood?
- It's not ketchup, is it?
(sink running)
Right, so, listen, let's talk numbers, shall we?
Uh...
if I supply you with a monthly shipment of pharmaceuticals,
how quickly do you think you can get
distribution process up and running?
(hesitating)
(Erica groaning) - Hey, hey, hey.
Erica, buddy, buddy. You need to stay still.
(breathing sharply): She stabbed me.
- First time? Trust me, the novelty wears off.
(whimpering) - Shut the fuck up.
- I was right. It was you.
- You were right. Gold star.
- Um, can you plug the wound?
- How? (whimpering)
- Use your fucking thumb or something--
- What?
(louder): Use your fucking thumb or something.
- Stick your fucking thumb in there, just do it.
Erica, just trust me, do it.
Come on.
(squelching) (screaming)
Goddamnit!
- Someone's here. Hank?
- What? - Look.
♪ People getting lucky living life on the high road ♪
♪ Others have to work hard ♪
(distant dogs barking)
- Charlie!
(whistling)
- Hey.
What the hell are you doing?
- What'd you say?
- I said what the hell are you playing at here?
- I'm just cleaning up.
(tense music) - Cleaning up?
- Yeah. - With gasoline.
- Who are you again, mate?
(tense music continues)
- I'm the goddamn police, asshole.
- Well, Chief,
where's your backup? (chuckling): My what?
(breathing shakily)
(tense music)
- Charlie!
Ch-Charlie!
(stammering): Answer me!
(indiscernible muttering)
Ch-Charlie?
Ch-Answer me!
- I got a bit of a headache here, son.
(somber music)
You seen Coach Fernsby around the last few weeks?
- No, nobody asked--
- There it is. That's-that's my headache. Um...
(inhaling deeply): The way I understand,
you might've been the last person to see him.
- I don't know.
- Well, I got a missing person's.
There's things I gotta look into, you know,
family, friends, kids he trained.
You ever been in trouble before?
No, didn't seem like it.
You know, I look into your-your cohort and, well, I see a name,
uh, a familiar name.
You-you box with a Hawley?
- Tommy didn't do anything.
- Okay, son.
Thing is, these Hawleys, they're...
they're what's called a known entity in these islands.
It's not the first time their name's come up. Hmm?
- I don't know.
- I didn't say you did.
Listen, I look into your coach and, oh, well,
he's a town jewel, ain't he?
Some career in the ring
and he even trained some of the guys here.
But I spoke to these guys and
some of them are not exactly sad he disappeared.
Some of them seem to think Coach Fernsby was sick.
- I just wanna go home.
- Listen to me, Henry,
looking into this case means...
looking into you.
Um, do you wanna hear what I... what I was told?
- What?
- Well, I heard about a bright kid with good grades.
And you come from a goddamn shitshow
and it's a miracle you're as level-headed as you are.
I heard about your brother.
- Yeah, my brother's dead.
- I heard you're stuck in the mud.
On the wrong side of the river.
Coach Fernsby.
The river takes people all the time.
He's in your past, understand?
I can help you.
- What about Tommy?
- Oh, well...
...that is a different story.
Is what the guys say about Fernsby...
...is that true?
(somber music continues)
You're gonna be alright.
- She's fucking dying over here, okay?
Henry! Focus, focus!
- Uh, hey, Erica!
(stammering): Erica! Erica, hey, hey, gotta move!
- What's going on?
- Don't worry about the fireworks, love.
We're gonna be on our way in a minute.
Oh, relax, it's not for you.
(groans)
Do you know? I think it's gonna be better
that you wait in the car.
My associate's gonna come and get you.
He's probably gonna wanna... secure your hands,
so don't be offended by that.
It's just so you don't wander off.
I'm actually quite looking to doing business with you.
(suspenseful music)
(effort grunts)
(breathing heavily)
- Erica, Erica, I know, Erica!
I know I told you not to move. Okay? You gotta move now!
(strained breathing) You gotta find something
to cut us loose
and we will get you to the hospital.
(suspenseful music) Is that-is
that fucking Ruby's bag?
Okay, um, look. I want you to go through Ruby's bag, alright?
You're gonna find something in here. Watch your head.
Watch your head. There you go.
Hey, roll over. It's right there.
Get to the purse, find something in there.
Find something we can use.
(groaning) Just stay with me, alright?
Stay with me, you're doing good.
- Where are you taking me?
- Somewhere decent, mate. Don't you worry about it.
We've got a nice little room for you and everything.
(car approaching)
- Who is that?
- Duke. Bollocks.
(sighing) You might wanna duck down,
stay quiet, yeah?
(tense music)
(car door shutting) (approaching footsteps)
(scoffing): Ridiculous drama.
Gosh, you do like an entrance, don't you?
- May Ferguson.
As stunning as the day I first laid eyes on you.
- You're a long way from America, Duke.
- Unfortunately, yes.
That's why I sent two of my best.
- Oh. - Mm-hmm.
They stopped taking my phone calls
as soon as they went to meet you.
(innocent grunt)
- I mean, I would have rolled out the red carpet
for such important guests, but nobody showed, darling.
- Where are my fucking drugs, May?
- Alright. I've got them, they're right here.
Is that a new hair dye job?
It is quite lovely. (car trunk beeping)
(sighing): Looks like half of what you promised,
but it's better than what I heard.
- Well, that sounds like shit intel.
- I don't think so.
I heard you were about to put an end to our... arrangement.
- No, darling, it's a scandal.
- You know, May, when your brothers approached me
with this partnership, they weren't sure.
They didn't think you had it, but I saw you.
I saw you.
And I thought, this gal,
this gal's got it going on.
Then, of course, you lost my drugs.
Now, May... (sighing)
I like... a woman with a plan. I love a woman with a plan.
But I hate losing my drugs.
(tense music)
- Mm-hmm. What is all this about?
Why don't we just go t Hawleybrook and have a chat?
- No, May.
Like I said,
I sent two of my best.
Only one of them made it back.
Come on out. - What?
(door opening)
- Hey, fucker.
- What the fuck?
- These the guys you brought with you, May?
Gaz and fucking Chaz?
- Where's. My. Brother?
- Gaz, calm down.
- What is that doing here without Chaz?
- Your brother was a piece of shit.
Emphasis on was, motherfucker.
Our pal Tommy Hawley gave me what I needed to get rid of him.
- Yes, where is Mr. Hawley?
I'd like to have a little sit down, you know?
Hear the whole thing from the horse's mouth.
(shouting): You killed my fucking brother?
(dramatic music) (groaning)
- Fuck. New York just got here.
- What?
(gunshots whizzing) (groaning)
Right over here. Hey.
(heavy breathing) Yeah. Come on. Come on.
(gunshots whizzing afar) Come on. Come on.
Come on, okay.
One, two, three...
- No, no, no, gimme, gimme, gimme.
- Lift your fucking hands up.
- What have you done?
(guns shooting)
- They killed Chaz.
- Who the fuck cares about Chaz?
- With all due respect, ma'am, go fuck yourself.
(groaning) (gun clinking)
You fucking started all this.
I'm gonna make this really fucking painful for you!
(screaming)
(gunfire) - Fuck!
(dramatic music) (gunfire)
- Get out, Miles...
(gun shots)
(Tommy groaning)
- Hey, hey!
(distant gun shots) You!
You attacked my wife.
- Your missus has got some bollocks for a tart.
- That guy out there that you shot?
He's like a fucking father to me.
You ready?
(groaning)
(dramatic music)
- Hank! No, no, no. Hank. No, this isn't you.
(groaning)
- Fuck.
Get up. Come on.
Get up. Get up.
(groaning)
Hey, hey.
Look up.
Hey, you good?
Alright, we gotta get her out of here.
You gonna help me?
Yeah? (grunting weakly)
Come on.
(sighing): Ugh, Jesus, just come on out, May.
I promise I'll make it quick.
- The way I remember that's the only way you know how to do it.
(muttering): Shit.
(groaning): Man, screw this.
- What the fuck?
(dramatic music)
- Gaz!
(groaning): Oh, fuck.
Bitch.
- Yeah.
Can't get the help these days. Gotta do it all yourself.
I got you. (groaning)
- What the hell happened to you?
- I don't know.
Sometimes in life, I think
you're just up and sometimes you're down.
(groaning weakly)
- Sorry, Hank.
- Tommy!
(groaning)
(gun clicking) - Oh, fuck.
- Hey, hey, hey. (groaning)
- Alright. Hold just-hold on.
Tommy. - Mm-hmm.
- It's not too late to make a deal.
- And then what?
- What?
Oh, you fucking river rat.
(sighing)
(somber music)
(heavy breathing)
- Fuck.
(muttering): You did all this...
- Yeah, I have a few opinions on that, Erica.
Now. (breathing heavily)
I'm gonna plug the wound with this.
You're gonna keep pressure on it.
And then I'm gonna go get you help.
- I'm gonna come for you.
- I figured you'd say that.
(groaning) (screaming)
Alright, alright, hey, hey, hey, hey.
(whimpering) Hey, hey, look at me.
Look at me.
We're in this together now.
Okay? We are going to get our story straight.
Because if we don't have our story straight,
we're done. Yeah?
So, here's the deal.
When they ask you what happened here,
you're gonna tell them that you don't remember, hmm?
Because if you tell them anything else,
I'm gonna say that you were working with May.
I'm gonna dump this all in your lap.
(strained breathing)
(sighing): Tommy,
come on let's go. There's a boat down by the river we can use.
There's scissors under here, untie me, please.
- Oh, that's good.
You can't come with me.
- Fuck that. I'm not letting you go alone.
- You don't have a choice, look, uh, I'm-I'm done,
I can't come back, but you...
...are just an innocent motel owner
that just got caught up in some bad shit, right?
(groaning): Do you think I'm gonna end like this?
- It's not the end.
(groaning)
- Yes, it is.
You made the wrong choice after all these years.
- I didn't.
Listen, there's gotta be another way out of this.
Maybe Hank can still help us.
- They killed Charlie, Liv.
I can never be in the same room as Hank ever again.
- What am I supposed to do now
without you?
- You could help Hank with that cop.
- Hmm. - I know she's not doing well.
You can call an ambulance, get back in their good books.
And then, hey, with Tommy out of the picture,
you and Hank can start up again and--
(chuckling incredulously): Fuck you.
- Fuck you too.
- Tommy. - I know.
(tense music)
(whispering): Tommy, please. Please.
(door opening and shutting)
- Miles? Miles, it's me.
- Ruby?
What are you still doing here?
- I got you into this, I couldn't leave.
Come on. - Um, hello?
- Okay, uh...
Oh.
(groaning)
Let's go.
- Hey, Ruby. It's okay.
- What are you doing?
- He killed my dad.
- I got him involved in something that he never
ever should have been a part of.
He's one of my oldest friends.
And I needed him.
He died because of it and I'm so fucking sorry.
We were on the boat and...
he was drunk.
And he fell in.
And I went back to get him,
but I-I-I didn't get there fast enough.
(muttering): Fuck.
(distant groaning)
- Hey, listen, if you call this in, I can help you.
- I'm never gonna trust another word
that comes out of your mouth! - I can help you get out of--
No.
(tense music continues)
- Let's get the fuck out of here.
- I'm not going with you. - What do you mean?
I thought the plan was just to make enough to get out of town?
Go somewhere. We can do that now.
The people that were after us, they're dead.
Nobody is looking for us. - What about Henry?
- He won't come after us, not after what he did.
But the other cops, they're gonna be here any second, Miles.
We have to go.
- Ruby, we don't even have the money anymore.
Tommy made me empty out the crypto account--
- Screw the money, are you listening?
We don't need to hide anymore.
We-we-we can just go live somewhere
and get some shitty jobs for a little bit.
Miles, Miles, we can start over.
- I have something here and I wanna see it through.
- Do you hear yourself?
- I can work with Tommy.
Okay? We can-we can build it out even more.
He-he has connections.
This isn't the ending, Ruby, it's just the start.
And you're right. All these people that were after us,
they're all gone. So why should I run?
- Miles.
You're a comic book cashier, you're not a gangster.
So I'm really nothing to you?
- You heard that?
- Did you mean it?
- No.
But if it means you go,
yeah, I meant it.
- Miles, come on. We can just figure this out, okay?
- No, no, no. Now I know I can do this and...
I can do it, Ruby.
(distant police sirens blaring)
And I can make sure that no one ever takes anything
from me ever again.
- Miles, you're being crazy.
This isn't you. You don't want this.
You're not this person. - You don't know who I am, Ruby.
(somber music) Just go.
(police sirens chiming afar) (somber music continues)
(groaning)
(suspenseful music)
- Bitch. (groaning)
Okay.
- Tommy!
- Come on!
- Get away from the boat.
(sighing)
- You'll take care of Liv, right?
You'll make sure she's okay?
Is that the way it's gonna be?
- It's-hey, hey!
Just come with me.
- You know I'm not gonna do that.
I've had a hell of a day, Hank.
I could use a beer. Just let me go.
- I can't help you anymore.
You just gotta come in.
(suspenseful music)
- I'm not going back to jail.
You wanna go a few rounds, we'll see--
- No! No, Tom.
It's over.
- Not for me.
You want this to be over, there's only one way it ends.
(metallic thud) (grunting)
The hell are you doing here, kid?
- Let's go. - Holy shit.
Okay, okay, we gotta go. - Let's go.
- You good?
Sorry, Henry. It's just business.
(Henry groaning)
Here, take that. Take it.
(suspenseful music continues)