Guilty Party (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Guilty Party - full transcript
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- Laila?
- I can get you back to Laila.
I just need your story.
How's she doing, anyway?
You have to give it up, now.
It's not your story anymore.
Are you getting anywhere?
I'm just stuck.
I don't know where to go.
Tuna, some guy Wally and Wyatt
would talk about.
I think they ran gear for him.
The fuck are you doing?
Bro, she's snooping in our shit.
- I did not get your name.
- Vivian Steele.
She saw shit, man.
Fuck this.
Hey! What the fuck
are you doing?
You followed me.
Get in the fucking car.
- Are you really gonna kill me?
- Shut up. Stay away from us.
I want to get an early night.
I got a big drop tomorrow.
All the way out at Tuna's ranch.
- That shit's your problem.
- I'm trying to go to Donna
and get
a deluxe wax job tonight.
Who are you?
I'm Donna.
So, Donna,
Wyatt comes here a lot.
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
God!
My God. My God.
Shit.
Jesus.
- Okay! Okay.
- Out.
Walk.
Please, George.
Please don't.
Wait, is this a lake?
- Fucking walk!
- It's cracking!
George, can you just put
the gun down?
Shut the fuck up and talk.
What's your real name?
It's Vivian Steele.
Fuck you, you fucking liar.
- Your real name...
- I told you...
or I put a bullet in your head.
Okay, okay, okay. It's Beth.
Beth Burgess.
Please, can we just go back?
Who do you work for,
and what do you know?
I'm a journalist, okay?
I'm a, I'm a writer.
I'm writing a story about Toni.
She came to me.
She wrote me a letter.
- You want to fucking die?
- I don't know much...
Okay. I do know.
I know, I know stuff.
I know that you run guns
and the tanning salon is
a brothel.
And I know about Donna.
- What's the story about?
- What?
The fucking story you're
writing, what's it about?
It's about how Toni was
wrongfully convicted.
Well, if it wasn't her,
then who was it?
- I don't know.
- Who was it?!
I swear to God,
I will fucking end you!
- Who was it?!
- Wyatt, okay?
I think it was Wyatt.
God.
Fucking hell.
- My God.
Help me. Help, George.
-Are you serious right now?
Hey...
You done?
Yeah.
All right.
God.
- You tried to kill me.
- It...
It was supposed to be frozen,
but...
You're welcome, I saved you.
I-I put you in dry clothes.
I could totally still die
of hypothermia.
I can't hear out of my ear,
my foot is...
-Put this on. Pull in.
-What-what're...
what are you doing?
- Stop it. Stop it.
- Hey, just pull... pull in
your fucking arms and legs.
Okay? And get over here, okay?
- God.
- See? That's better, right?
Jesus. Right?
Yeah. Yeah.
I don't think Toni did it,
either.
I mean,
she had good reason, but...
I don't know.
I-I don't think it was her.
- Wyatt?
- No.
He was with Donna
the whole night..
You can't know that for sure.
I do, because I was there, too.
- What, in the same room?
- What?
No. I was with Raquel.
I mean, the walls aren't
exactly soundproof.
That is... that's-that's gross.
That's gross.
So, if it wasn't Wyatt...
was it Tuna?
How do you know Tuna?
Who is Tuna?
- He's nobody.
- George.
Shut up. Forget it.
- I said forget it. He's nobody.
- George.
Toni has a little girl.
- No. Shut up.
- Did you know that?
And she's growing up alone
- Want to go back in the lake?
- Because her mom's in prison
- for a crime we both know
she didn't commit.
- Keep talking.
- Keep fucking talking,
you're going back in the lake.
- Who is Tuna?!
He's my fucking boss.
Okay?
He's our boss.
And the hardware is all his.
- And he killed Wallace?
- What? No.
I mean... Shit! I...
I don't know, a-and
I'm not doing this with you.
What was Wallace doing?
Was he making moves?
Was he cutting himself a fatter
slice of that money pie?
- Was it, was it...
- You sound ridiculous.
Okay. If you're so cool,
you tell me.
You don't cross Tuna.
Okay? You just...
you don't.
I warned Wally...
That Tuna's a killer?
We're fucking done here.
Let's go.
- Where? Where?
- Out.
- Get the fuck out the car.
- Hey, what are you doing?
Get the fuck out the car.
I thought we were done
killing me.
- Stop.
- You're going back in the trunk.
- I'm taking you home.
- Hey!
- What the fuck?
- Hi.
- Get back in there.
- Wait.
- Stop it!
- Back.
Goddamn it.
Could you please
take me to Tuna?
How dumb do you think I am?
I don't think you're dumb
at all.
You saw through the whole
Vivian Steele thing, right?
And you'd be smart to help me.
No way.
- Tuna's...
- A-a monster. I know. You said.
But I'm guessing
he's terrible to you.
And I'm guessing that if he were
finally brought to justice,
- you'd be a lot happier.
- You don't know shit about me.
- Okay?
- No, I don't.
- So shut up.
- But I can see
you could be doing much better
with your life.
Unless carting strange women
around in your trunk
is your ultimate fantasy.
It's not, is it?
I want to raft.
What?
Rafting, like... like...
like with rafts on a river.
- Sorry.
- Get back in there.
No, rafting is cool!
- I love rafting. I'm sorry.
- Yeah.
- Fuck, I sound stupid.
- No, no, no.
- I'm sorry for laughing.
- Yes. I know I do.
You don't have to fucking...
try and make me feel better.
- I know what you're doing.
- No, I...
I know I sound stupid.
Hey.
When I was a kid,
I used to stand with my feet
in the ocean for hours.
Just feeling the pull of the
tide till my toes turned white.
I get it.
I can help you get
to that river.
I can.
I just, I need you to point me
in the right direction.
Please.
George, let me help you.
Let me help Toni.
And if you don't want
to do it for me,
then do it for Toni's daughter.
Please?
My God. Really?
Thank you, thank you so much.
You won't regret this,
I promise.
My God, shut up.
Come on.
The place is further
up the road.
Every shipment passes
through there,
Oregon to Jalisco.
Good luck.
- Wait, you can't just
leave me here.
- Yeah. Whatever.
You see me in there,
you don't know me, okay?
W... Is this Tuna's place?
- Yeah.
- I don't even know
what he looks like!
Look for the buckskin.
- And ask for Charles Billingham.
- What?
Buckskin?
There's got to be something
more you can tell me.
Hey! My God.
Goddamn it.
- Ooh, yeah!
- Still good, though, yes?
- Amazing!
Stop, stop!
Don't shoot!
Please don't shoot.
What are you doing?
Is she with Tanner's family?
She must be one of
his methhead cousins.
You're early.
Right now it's only supposed
to be the wedding party.
The wedding party?
Just go inside,
get dressed or something.
That way!
Now!
Bingo.
Easy. Excuse us.
Right.
Fiona?
- Hi. Are you busy?
- Hey. Um...
Did I bring the dresses?
Yeah, of course
I brought the dresses.
I'll take the red.
I kind of wanted the red.
- So...
- Fine. Fine.
Just can't believe
I'm at a wedding.
Well, it's a wedding venue
- that's home to
a gun-trafficking operation.
- Um...
You don't know this,
so it's not your fault
that you're being insensitive
to me,
but, um,
Trent and I broke up last night.
- No.
- Yeah.
I'm sorry.
I feel like such an idiot,
you know?
I mean, I gave him everything...
My body's best years.
- Aren't you 31?
- Yes!
- Hey, hey, come on, come on.
- Listen to me.
Okay?
- Wallace's killer is here.
- Yeah.
- And I can't
track him down alone.
- Okay.
I need a strong, smart,
sexy wingwoman,
and that's why I called you.
- Okay?
- That's why you called me?
Yes. So, what do you say?
We go out there and we show
everybody what he's missing?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Yeah!
- Yes.
Also, Trent is an idiot.
He's actually really smart.
Heads up!
Bang, bang.
- Yeah-go, go!
- Yeah!
Okay, we're looking for that guy
- and evidence of
the trafficking.
- Yeah.
Once we find that,
we call the cops.
And then it's just
a matter of time
before we link him
to Wallace's murder.
Are you ready?
You look really good
in that dress.
Okay, did you hear
anything I said about the plan?
- Yes, of course.
- Okay.
Let's make this man hurt.
- I'm gonna go check downstairs.
- Okay, good.
- How you doin'?
- Howdy.
Um...
Sir?
Excuse me, sir?
Excuse me?
Fantastic. That's good stuff.
Okay.
Now, on the next one,
we're just gonna...
I'm gonna actually
just switch up the...
Hold on a second.
I'd like to see you with a...
compact nine millimeter.
No.
No, thank you.
You ever held a gun?
My God, no.
No, no, no.
My boyfriend, um...
Well, my ex-boyfriend didn't
like them,
and, um, neither do I.
He's not a real man.
Excuse me?
What kind of man lets his woman
go out in this crazy world
without a gun?
I've taken a lot of self-defense
classes, thank you very much.
You need a gun.
No, I don't.
At this distance,
I could strike you
before you could even reach
for your gun.
Ha! Ha!
That was hot.
But all I have to do is... blam.
And you're dead.
Just a pile of
pretty pink feathers.
Look, I don't know
if I should do this,
but...
I like you.
.25 caliber, semiautomatic,
with pearl grips,
from my personal collection.
I-I don't want it.
I-I don't... I don't, really.
- I-I'd really rather not.
- No, here, here.
- I don't like it.
- Here.
It's a nice heft.
It's kind of cute.
You look so fucking good
right now.
So, you know a lot
about this place?
Whatever you need,
Ron's your man.
Hi, I wanted to ask you
about your boss.
Mr. Billingham.
I've been looking everywhere
for him. Is he here today?
I got this job
through my buddy Scott,
if that helps.
Excuse me.
Um, do you have a second?
- Not really.
- Well, I was,
I was just wondering
about your boss,
Mr. Billingham. Tuna?
- What was that?
- Tuna.
I-I overheard some of the other
employees saying that, so...
Right.
W-What can you tell me
about him?
That you're not his type.
You know, you're not allowed
to be back here.
It's employees only.
I will, sir.
Yeah. Yeah, sure. Yep.
I'll do that. Yeah.
Get out of here!
- Go.
- Okay, okay.
Okay, that's good, right there.
Yeah. That's real good.
Okay. Yeah, that's good.
Now, now...
grab the revolvers,
actually, yeah.
Watch out, cowgirl.
Okay, now, one of the revolvers
just, told you
a dirty little joke.
You naughty gun.
Yeah. Yeah.
- On the fucking ground, now.
- Look out. She's a killer.
- Pew.
- You got me.
These are fun.
- Yeah.
- But, um...
I want to see where you keep
the good stuff.
You know, the stuff
that you keep hidden away.
You, you man enough
to show me that?
Ron?
Why don't you come with me?
Dance with me.
And I told you
not to talk to me.
Okay, and I told you
to throw me
in the trunk of your car
and push me in a frozen lake,
and hold a g...
You're seriously gonna say no
to a dance?
To one dance?
All right, one dance.
It's okay.
I'm getting nowhere.
I can't even find Tuna.
- All right, no.
- Hey, hey. I'm sorry. Okay.
No talking. Just-just dancing.
I promise.
So, how did you meet Toni?
Jesus, do you ever stop?
We can't talk about Toni?
It was some keg party
in the woods.
- In high school?
- Yeah.
We started playing Stump.
- You know Stump?
- I don't know.
- Drinking game with a stump? No?
- No.
Anyway, I...
I don't know whose idea it was,
but then we all got
into Wyatt's pickup truck
and drove around
doing dumb shit.
- Like what?
- You know,
like spray-painting shit.
So, Toni and I were riding
in the bed of the pickup
when we drove past this buffalo
on the side of the road.
Now, Toni starts
hitting the top of the truck
and telling Wyatt to pull over.
She said we had to tag
the buffalo.
We just had to.
Wait, she wanted you
to spray-paint the buffalo?
No. She wanted us
to spray-paint our hands,
and then slap the buffalo
on the ass.
- My God.
- So we spray-painted our hands
green,
and we charged that fucker.
Two green prints,
one on each cheek.
- Did it like that?
- Fuck no!
He...
Dude spins around and charges.
The-the four of us scatter
into the woods.
And, man, I'm telling you,
Toni was laughing
the whole time.
Holy shit.
Half hour later, we're all
back in Wyatt's pickup truck.
I'm riding shotgun.
Toni and Wallace are shacked up
in the back, and...
Yeah, that's-that's
how we all met.
You liked her.
You did, you liked her.
No... Every guy liked Toni.
She was fun as shit.
So...
why'd she fall for Wallace
and not you?
Did you chicken out?
What? No.
- I didn't get a chance.
- Well, George did it.
Well, whatever.
- You got something on your face.
- What?
You...
No, no, you...
No. Fuck you.
I don't know, I mean...
Wally was this... one of those
charming assholes, you know.
Hot girls are all the same.
You love assholes.
Excuse me.
Ooh, touchy. That a bit
too close to home?
What do you know?
You're a boy.
Yeah? Right?
Come here.
I want to show you something.
Wow, look at this place.
It's so creepy.
Yeah.
So, um, what's down here
that's so secret?
- Yeah.
- My God!
Said you wanted to see the good
stuff I kept hidden away.
Well...
I'm looking for guns!
Yeah, I know, babe.
But let's start with a bazooka.
- Okay.
- Okay?
- Bazooka first...
- Yeah.
And then you show me
the secret stash?
Sure. Yeah. Whatever you want.
Whoa.
- Yeah.
. That's a good boy.
You like that?
I do. Very much.
You got such nice hair.
- God, no.
- No? Okay. Sorry.
Yeah, now you're hard for me.
Yeah.
Where's the illegal stuff?
The guns. The stash.
- I don't know.
- Tuna's operation.
- Where is it?
- I have no idea
what you're talking about.
Tell me.
- I don't know.
- I'm gonna stop.
- No. Don't stop.
- Tell me or I'm stopping.
-No. Don't stop, don't stop.
Don't stop.
-Tell me.
- If you don't tell me
I'm gonna stop right now.
- Don't stop. Don't stop.
- Tell me!
- I don't know. I'm new.
- What?
- Shit.
You're new?
Do you know anything?
No.
It's my first day here. I'm...
I'm just filling in
for someone today.
My God.
What have I done?
Yeah, um...
Could you just...
you know, finish me off?
I was just... I was so close.
- I was like, literally, like...
- My God.
- Please, please.
- My God. My God.
- So, that's a no? We're not...
- Yeah, it's a no!
- Okay.
- Fuck.
It hasn't even been 24 hours,
and I'm out here
giving hand jobs
to gun freaks named Ron!
Jesus!
Boss.
What the hell?
What is it? Wh-wh...
What's going on?
You having fun?
Not really.
Come on.
There's booze.
Music.
Gorgeous women wandering around.
Listen, boss, i-it's not...
It's not like that.
Come on.
It...
You're a handsome kid.
I'm just working, boss.
I swear.
- Okay? She...
- Just working?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
She was, she was a guest.
She asked me to dance.
Wh-What am I supposed to say?
No?
- Y-you say...
- Yeah, it's true.
- keep the guests happy,
right?
- Yeah. Yeah.
Keep up the good work.
Fuck!
Hello.
Hello.
- Hi there.
- Hi.
You know, I have asked around,
and no one here
seems to know who you are, so...
My curiosity is aflame.
Who are you?
I'm a, I'm a plus-one
on the... on the groom's side.
S-Some guy I just met, actually.
I'm not sure why I agreed
to come, but I... I do love...
Does your husband know
that, you're
another man's plus one?
Well, you caught me there.
I won't tell, if you don't.
Who are you?
I'm a guest.
No, you're not.
Who are you?
Beth Burgess.
I-I'm a journalist.
A journalist?
Beth Burgess. Beth. Burgess.
- Alliterative.
- Yeah.
I'll remember that.
So tell me,
what is a journalist doing
all the way out here?
I-I write about weddings
for-for PopBite News.
It's, um, it's very popular
with rich 20-somethings
with cash to burn.
So I-I show up
at events unannounced,
and I-I write an honest review,
and, um, I help them plan
their special day.
Yeah. This is lovely, so...
What happened to your forehead?
Nothing. Just a-a...
It's stupid.
Nothing.
Well, Beth Burgess.
We don't need the publicity.
So you'll have to leave.
I mean, the thing is, if I...
if I leave now,
then the article will mainly be
about how I saw
some of your staff getting high
by the canapés.
Blue shirt, mainly.
And, um, you know,
it was kind of disgusting,
and-and I think it violated
a lot of, health code
regulations, so...
Whereas if I were to stay,
then I-I'd probably get a...
a way more positive impression.
Do you know why I love weddings
so much, Ms. Burgess?
The-the romance?
No. The suspense.
You got two people in love,
and they think
they're at the finish line,
when in fact,
it's only the beginning.
Will they make it?
Will they survive?
Or will things go very,
very badly?
- Good luck to you, Beth.
- Um...
J... Could I possibly call
an Uber inside?
Please?
Goddamn it!
- What the fuck are you doing?
- I must be lost.
Um...
I saw what he did to you.
There might be people,
authorities,
who would be interested to hear
how awful he is.
And-and what goes on
in this place.
Look, I need to know
where the stash is.
Okay? The guns.
You don't have to say anything.
You can just point, okay?
That's it.
And then that monster upstairs
goes away for a very long time.
No one ever needs to know
we had this talk.
Right in here?
- Yeah.
- Okay. Thank you.
Things are gonna get
so much better.
Yeah. I think you're right.
Hey! Hey!
Hey!
Help! Help!
- What are you doing?
- Getting Tuna, you bitch.
- No, don't! He'll kill you!
- Yeah. Not me. You.
- Kick!
- My God!
Throat, throat, throat!
- Groin!
- Good one!
Yes!
- My God!
- My God, you're amazing!
My God!
No, no, no!
No. Come on. Get off her!
Get off her!
- Fuck you!
- Yes. No!
God! No! No, no!
No!
We have to go!
We have to go right now.
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- Laila?
- I can get you back to Laila.
I just need your story.
How's she doing, anyway?
You have to give it up, now.
It's not your story anymore.
Are you getting anywhere?
I'm just stuck.
I don't know where to go.
Tuna, some guy Wally and Wyatt
would talk about.
I think they ran gear for him.
The fuck are you doing?
Bro, she's snooping in our shit.
- I did not get your name.
- Vivian Steele.
She saw shit, man.
Fuck this.
Hey! What the fuck
are you doing?
You followed me.
Get in the fucking car.
- Are you really gonna kill me?
- Shut up. Stay away from us.
I want to get an early night.
I got a big drop tomorrow.
All the way out at Tuna's ranch.
- That shit's your problem.
- I'm trying to go to Donna
and get
a deluxe wax job tonight.
Who are you?
I'm Donna.
So, Donna,
Wyatt comes here a lot.
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
God!
My God. My God.
Shit.
Jesus.
- Okay! Okay.
- Out.
Walk.
Please, George.
Please don't.
Wait, is this a lake?
- Fucking walk!
- It's cracking!
George, can you just put
the gun down?
Shut the fuck up and talk.
What's your real name?
It's Vivian Steele.
Fuck you, you fucking liar.
- Your real name...
- I told you...
or I put a bullet in your head.
Okay, okay, okay. It's Beth.
Beth Burgess.
Please, can we just go back?
Who do you work for,
and what do you know?
I'm a journalist, okay?
I'm a, I'm a writer.
I'm writing a story about Toni.
She came to me.
She wrote me a letter.
- You want to fucking die?
- I don't know much...
Okay. I do know.
I know, I know stuff.
I know that you run guns
and the tanning salon is
a brothel.
And I know about Donna.
- What's the story about?
- What?
The fucking story you're
writing, what's it about?
It's about how Toni was
wrongfully convicted.
Well, if it wasn't her,
then who was it?
- I don't know.
- Who was it?!
I swear to God,
I will fucking end you!
- Who was it?!
- Wyatt, okay?
I think it was Wyatt.
God.
Fucking hell.
- My God.
Help me. Help, George.
-Are you serious right now?
Hey...
You done?
Yeah.
All right.
God.
- You tried to kill me.
- It...
It was supposed to be frozen,
but...
You're welcome, I saved you.
I-I put you in dry clothes.
I could totally still die
of hypothermia.
I can't hear out of my ear,
my foot is...
-Put this on. Pull in.
-What-what're...
what are you doing?
- Stop it. Stop it.
- Hey, just pull... pull in
your fucking arms and legs.
Okay? And get over here, okay?
- God.
- See? That's better, right?
Jesus. Right?
Yeah. Yeah.
I don't think Toni did it,
either.
I mean,
she had good reason, but...
I don't know.
I-I don't think it was her.
- Wyatt?
- No.
He was with Donna
the whole night..
You can't know that for sure.
I do, because I was there, too.
- What, in the same room?
- What?
No. I was with Raquel.
I mean, the walls aren't
exactly soundproof.
That is... that's-that's gross.
That's gross.
So, if it wasn't Wyatt...
was it Tuna?
How do you know Tuna?
Who is Tuna?
- He's nobody.
- George.
Shut up. Forget it.
- I said forget it. He's nobody.
- George.
Toni has a little girl.
- No. Shut up.
- Did you know that?
And she's growing up alone
- Want to go back in the lake?
- Because her mom's in prison
- for a crime we both know
she didn't commit.
- Keep talking.
- Keep fucking talking,
you're going back in the lake.
- Who is Tuna?!
He's my fucking boss.
Okay?
He's our boss.
And the hardware is all his.
- And he killed Wallace?
- What? No.
I mean... Shit! I...
I don't know, a-and
I'm not doing this with you.
What was Wallace doing?
Was he making moves?
Was he cutting himself a fatter
slice of that money pie?
- Was it, was it...
- You sound ridiculous.
Okay. If you're so cool,
you tell me.
You don't cross Tuna.
Okay? You just...
you don't.
I warned Wally...
That Tuna's a killer?
We're fucking done here.
Let's go.
- Where? Where?
- Out.
- Get the fuck out the car.
- Hey, what are you doing?
Get the fuck out the car.
I thought we were done
killing me.
- Stop.
- You're going back in the trunk.
- I'm taking you home.
- Hey!
- What the fuck?
- Hi.
- Get back in there.
- Wait.
- Stop it!
- Back.
Goddamn it.
Could you please
take me to Tuna?
How dumb do you think I am?
I don't think you're dumb
at all.
You saw through the whole
Vivian Steele thing, right?
And you'd be smart to help me.
No way.
- Tuna's...
- A-a monster. I know. You said.
But I'm guessing
he's terrible to you.
And I'm guessing that if he were
finally brought to justice,
- you'd be a lot happier.
- You don't know shit about me.
- Okay?
- No, I don't.
- So shut up.
- But I can see
you could be doing much better
with your life.
Unless carting strange women
around in your trunk
is your ultimate fantasy.
It's not, is it?
I want to raft.
What?
Rafting, like... like...
like with rafts on a river.
- Sorry.
- Get back in there.
No, rafting is cool!
- I love rafting. I'm sorry.
- Yeah.
- Fuck, I sound stupid.
- No, no, no.
- I'm sorry for laughing.
- Yes. I know I do.
You don't have to fucking...
try and make me feel better.
- I know what you're doing.
- No, I...
I know I sound stupid.
Hey.
When I was a kid,
I used to stand with my feet
in the ocean for hours.
Just feeling the pull of the
tide till my toes turned white.
I get it.
I can help you get
to that river.
I can.
I just, I need you to point me
in the right direction.
Please.
George, let me help you.
Let me help Toni.
And if you don't want
to do it for me,
then do it for Toni's daughter.
Please?
My God. Really?
Thank you, thank you so much.
You won't regret this,
I promise.
My God, shut up.
Come on.
The place is further
up the road.
Every shipment passes
through there,
Oregon to Jalisco.
Good luck.
- Wait, you can't just
leave me here.
- Yeah. Whatever.
You see me in there,
you don't know me, okay?
W... Is this Tuna's place?
- Yeah.
- I don't even know
what he looks like!
Look for the buckskin.
- And ask for Charles Billingham.
- What?
Buckskin?
There's got to be something
more you can tell me.
Hey! My God.
Goddamn it.
- Ooh, yeah!
- Still good, though, yes?
- Amazing!
Stop, stop!
Don't shoot!
Please don't shoot.
What are you doing?
Is she with Tanner's family?
She must be one of
his methhead cousins.
You're early.
Right now it's only supposed
to be the wedding party.
The wedding party?
Just go inside,
get dressed or something.
That way!
Now!
Bingo.
Easy. Excuse us.
Right.
Fiona?
- Hi. Are you busy?
- Hey. Um...
Did I bring the dresses?
Yeah, of course
I brought the dresses.
I'll take the red.
I kind of wanted the red.
- So...
- Fine. Fine.
Just can't believe
I'm at a wedding.
Well, it's a wedding venue
- that's home to
a gun-trafficking operation.
- Um...
You don't know this,
so it's not your fault
that you're being insensitive
to me,
but, um,
Trent and I broke up last night.
- No.
- Yeah.
I'm sorry.
I feel like such an idiot,
you know?
I mean, I gave him everything...
My body's best years.
- Aren't you 31?
- Yes!
- Hey, hey, come on, come on.
- Listen to me.
Okay?
- Wallace's killer is here.
- Yeah.
- And I can't
track him down alone.
- Okay.
I need a strong, smart,
sexy wingwoman,
and that's why I called you.
- Okay?
- That's why you called me?
Yes. So, what do you say?
We go out there and we show
everybody what he's missing?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Yeah!
- Yes.
Also, Trent is an idiot.
He's actually really smart.
Heads up!
Bang, bang.
- Yeah-go, go!
- Yeah!
Okay, we're looking for that guy
- and evidence of
the trafficking.
- Yeah.
Once we find that,
we call the cops.
And then it's just
a matter of time
before we link him
to Wallace's murder.
Are you ready?
You look really good
in that dress.
Okay, did you hear
anything I said about the plan?
- Yes, of course.
- Okay.
Let's make this man hurt.
- I'm gonna go check downstairs.
- Okay, good.
- How you doin'?
- Howdy.
Um...
Sir?
Excuse me, sir?
Excuse me?
Fantastic. That's good stuff.
Okay.
Now, on the next one,
we're just gonna...
I'm gonna actually
just switch up the...
Hold on a second.
I'd like to see you with a...
compact nine millimeter.
No.
No, thank you.
You ever held a gun?
My God, no.
No, no, no.
My boyfriend, um...
Well, my ex-boyfriend didn't
like them,
and, um, neither do I.
He's not a real man.
Excuse me?
What kind of man lets his woman
go out in this crazy world
without a gun?
I've taken a lot of self-defense
classes, thank you very much.
You need a gun.
No, I don't.
At this distance,
I could strike you
before you could even reach
for your gun.
Ha! Ha!
That was hot.
But all I have to do is... blam.
And you're dead.
Just a pile of
pretty pink feathers.
Look, I don't know
if I should do this,
but...
I like you.
.25 caliber, semiautomatic,
with pearl grips,
from my personal collection.
I-I don't want it.
I-I don't... I don't, really.
- I-I'd really rather not.
- No, here, here.
- I don't like it.
- Here.
It's a nice heft.
It's kind of cute.
You look so fucking good
right now.
So, you know a lot
about this place?
Whatever you need,
Ron's your man.
Hi, I wanted to ask you
about your boss.
Mr. Billingham.
I've been looking everywhere
for him. Is he here today?
I got this job
through my buddy Scott,
if that helps.
Excuse me.
Um, do you have a second?
- Not really.
- Well, I was,
I was just wondering
about your boss,
Mr. Billingham. Tuna?
- What was that?
- Tuna.
I-I overheard some of the other
employees saying that, so...
Right.
W-What can you tell me
about him?
That you're not his type.
You know, you're not allowed
to be back here.
It's employees only.
I will, sir.
Yeah. Yeah, sure. Yep.
I'll do that. Yeah.
Get out of here!
- Go.
- Okay, okay.
Okay, that's good, right there.
Yeah. That's real good.
Okay. Yeah, that's good.
Now, now...
grab the revolvers,
actually, yeah.
Watch out, cowgirl.
Okay, now, one of the revolvers
just, told you
a dirty little joke.
You naughty gun.
Yeah. Yeah.
- On the fucking ground, now.
- Look out. She's a killer.
- Pew.
- You got me.
These are fun.
- Yeah.
- But, um...
I want to see where you keep
the good stuff.
You know, the stuff
that you keep hidden away.
You, you man enough
to show me that?
Ron?
Why don't you come with me?
Dance with me.
And I told you
not to talk to me.
Okay, and I told you
to throw me
in the trunk of your car
and push me in a frozen lake,
and hold a g...
You're seriously gonna say no
to a dance?
To one dance?
All right, one dance.
It's okay.
I'm getting nowhere.
I can't even find Tuna.
- All right, no.
- Hey, hey. I'm sorry. Okay.
No talking. Just-just dancing.
I promise.
So, how did you meet Toni?
Jesus, do you ever stop?
We can't talk about Toni?
It was some keg party
in the woods.
- In high school?
- Yeah.
We started playing Stump.
- You know Stump?
- I don't know.
- Drinking game with a stump? No?
- No.
Anyway, I...
I don't know whose idea it was,
but then we all got
into Wyatt's pickup truck
and drove around
doing dumb shit.
- Like what?
- You know,
like spray-painting shit.
So, Toni and I were riding
in the bed of the pickup
when we drove past this buffalo
on the side of the road.
Now, Toni starts
hitting the top of the truck
and telling Wyatt to pull over.
She said we had to tag
the buffalo.
We just had to.
Wait, she wanted you
to spray-paint the buffalo?
No. She wanted us
to spray-paint our hands,
and then slap the buffalo
on the ass.
- My God.
- So we spray-painted our hands
green,
and we charged that fucker.
Two green prints,
one on each cheek.
- Did it like that?
- Fuck no!
He...
Dude spins around and charges.
The-the four of us scatter
into the woods.
And, man, I'm telling you,
Toni was laughing
the whole time.
Holy shit.
Half hour later, we're all
back in Wyatt's pickup truck.
I'm riding shotgun.
Toni and Wallace are shacked up
in the back, and...
Yeah, that's-that's
how we all met.
You liked her.
You did, you liked her.
No... Every guy liked Toni.
She was fun as shit.
So...
why'd she fall for Wallace
and not you?
Did you chicken out?
What? No.
- I didn't get a chance.
- Well, George did it.
Well, whatever.
- You got something on your face.
- What?
You...
No, no, you...
No. Fuck you.
I don't know, I mean...
Wally was this... one of those
charming assholes, you know.
Hot girls are all the same.
You love assholes.
Excuse me.
Ooh, touchy. That a bit
too close to home?
What do you know?
You're a boy.
Yeah? Right?
Come here.
I want to show you something.
Wow, look at this place.
It's so creepy.
Yeah.
So, um, what's down here
that's so secret?
- Yeah.
- My God!
Said you wanted to see the good
stuff I kept hidden away.
Well...
I'm looking for guns!
Yeah, I know, babe.
But let's start with a bazooka.
- Okay.
- Okay?
- Bazooka first...
- Yeah.
And then you show me
the secret stash?
Sure. Yeah. Whatever you want.
Whoa.
- Yeah.
. That's a good boy.
You like that?
I do. Very much.
You got such nice hair.
- God, no.
- No? Okay. Sorry.
Yeah, now you're hard for me.
Yeah.
Where's the illegal stuff?
The guns. The stash.
- I don't know.
- Tuna's operation.
- Where is it?
- I have no idea
what you're talking about.
Tell me.
- I don't know.
- I'm gonna stop.
- No. Don't stop.
- Tell me or I'm stopping.
-No. Don't stop, don't stop.
Don't stop.
-Tell me.
- If you don't tell me
I'm gonna stop right now.
- Don't stop. Don't stop.
- Tell me!
- I don't know. I'm new.
- What?
- Shit.
You're new?
Do you know anything?
No.
It's my first day here. I'm...
I'm just filling in
for someone today.
My God.
What have I done?
Yeah, um...
Could you just...
you know, finish me off?
I was just... I was so close.
- I was like, literally, like...
- My God.
- Please, please.
- My God. My God.
- So, that's a no? We're not...
- Yeah, it's a no!
- Okay.
- Fuck.
It hasn't even been 24 hours,
and I'm out here
giving hand jobs
to gun freaks named Ron!
Jesus!
Boss.
What the hell?
What is it? Wh-wh...
What's going on?
You having fun?
Not really.
Come on.
There's booze.
Music.
Gorgeous women wandering around.
Listen, boss, i-it's not...
It's not like that.
Come on.
It...
You're a handsome kid.
I'm just working, boss.
I swear.
- Okay? She...
- Just working?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
She was, she was a guest.
She asked me to dance.
Wh-What am I supposed to say?
No?
- Y-you say...
- Yeah, it's true.
- keep the guests happy,
right?
- Yeah. Yeah.
Keep up the good work.
Fuck!
Hello.
Hello.
- Hi there.
- Hi.
You know, I have asked around,
and no one here
seems to know who you are, so...
My curiosity is aflame.
Who are you?
I'm a, I'm a plus-one
on the... on the groom's side.
S-Some guy I just met, actually.
I'm not sure why I agreed
to come, but I... I do love...
Does your husband know
that, you're
another man's plus one?
Well, you caught me there.
I won't tell, if you don't.
Who are you?
I'm a guest.
No, you're not.
Who are you?
Beth Burgess.
I-I'm a journalist.
A journalist?
Beth Burgess. Beth. Burgess.
- Alliterative.
- Yeah.
I'll remember that.
So tell me,
what is a journalist doing
all the way out here?
I-I write about weddings
for-for PopBite News.
It's, um, it's very popular
with rich 20-somethings
with cash to burn.
So I-I show up
at events unannounced,
and I-I write an honest review,
and, um, I help them plan
their special day.
Yeah. This is lovely, so...
What happened to your forehead?
Nothing. Just a-a...
It's stupid.
Nothing.
Well, Beth Burgess.
We don't need the publicity.
So you'll have to leave.
I mean, the thing is, if I...
if I leave now,
then the article will mainly be
about how I saw
some of your staff getting high
by the canapés.
Blue shirt, mainly.
And, um, you know,
it was kind of disgusting,
and-and I think it violated
a lot of, health code
regulations, so...
Whereas if I were to stay,
then I-I'd probably get a...
a way more positive impression.
Do you know why I love weddings
so much, Ms. Burgess?
The-the romance?
No. The suspense.
You got two people in love,
and they think
they're at the finish line,
when in fact,
it's only the beginning.
Will they make it?
Will they survive?
Or will things go very,
very badly?
- Good luck to you, Beth.
- Um...
J... Could I possibly call
an Uber inside?
Please?
Goddamn it!
- What the fuck are you doing?
- I must be lost.
Um...
I saw what he did to you.
There might be people,
authorities,
who would be interested to hear
how awful he is.
And-and what goes on
in this place.
Look, I need to know
where the stash is.
Okay? The guns.
You don't have to say anything.
You can just point, okay?
That's it.
And then that monster upstairs
goes away for a very long time.
No one ever needs to know
we had this talk.
Right in here?
- Yeah.
- Okay. Thank you.
Things are gonna get
so much better.
Yeah. I think you're right.
Hey! Hey!
Hey!
Help! Help!
- What are you doing?
- Getting Tuna, you bitch.
- No, don't! He'll kill you!
- Yeah. Not me. You.
- Kick!
- My God!
Throat, throat, throat!
- Groin!
- Good one!
Yes!
- My God!
- My God, you're amazing!
My God!
No, no, no!
No. Come on. Get off her!
Get off her!
- Fuck you!
- Yes. No!
God! No! No, no!
No!
We have to go!
We have to go right now.