Montauk77 (2021) - full transcript

Hey, we still on for poker
Saturday night?

You know it.
I'll take your money any time.

Will there be
anything else today, Harry?

Nope, just the deposit.
Thanks.

Uh, they say it's supposed
to rain a little later.

- Do you guys need a lift home?
- Oh, no, we're good.

My sister's gonna pick us up.

- Okay, next time.
- Bye-bye.

Welcome back, DRIVER 031077.

Let's start our engines
and make some money.

Yes, let's do that.



You have a new request

from passenger Dollarz4daze,

in 3.7 miles.

Okay.

Here you go.
You're all set.

Passenger Dollarz4daze

left you a 3% tip.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

This is the train to Babylon.

The next station is Wantagh.

Thank you again, Harry.

I should be getting
my car back next week.

Well,
I can't imagine my mornings

without my favorite passenger.



Ah, you're so sweet.

Okay, Mrs. G.

You have a lovely morning.

Thank you.
You too, Harry.

Okay.

Passenger Kittykitty49

left you a five thumbs up rating

and a 75% tip.

Keep tipping like that,

you're not gonna be able
to afford those repairs.

You have a new request

from passenger Montauk77

in 200 feet.

200 feet.

Passenger is within 50 feet.

Hey there.

Did you call for a ride?

Hello?

Yeah, I did.

Are you Montauk...

77?

Yeah. Well, that's my mom.

She's coming with me.

Okay.

Where are you guys headed?

There's no destination
plugged in.

Montauk Point.

I should've guessed that.

Uh, that's fine and everything,

but Montauk's about
100 miles or so

and it says here that
your mom's payment method

has expired.

So, I mean,
if it's a matter of money,

I can get you down
to Point Lookout,

or Jones Beach in 10 minutes.

- Be a whole lot cheaper.
- No.

We need to go to Montauk.

I have money.

$200 cash.

Well, the company
doesn't let me take cash.

Company?
The company takes, like, 75%.

Well, more like 80, actually.

Ah, you know,
I... I would really, honestly,

- but I can't just...
- Can't what?

Sign out for the day?
Call in sick?

Come on, I seriously doubt

you're making
$200 a day doing this.

I want
to help you out, kid, really.

But, I... I mean,
I'm in the middle of my shift,

and I can't, you know?

Wh... what are you doing?

Passenger
has cancelled their ride.

Now you just lost $200.

Or did you?

Driver has signed off.

Goodbye.

All right.

We can leave
whenever you two are ready.

We're ready.

Listen, I, uh,

I don't mean any disrespect
or anything, but...

I'm really
not supposed to take any,

you know,
kids without a... a parent

or guardian with them.

And you're not supposed

to be taking
cash fares offline either.

Are you?

No, I suppose not.

And my mother is with me.

My mistake.

All right.

Here we go.

It's a long ride out to Montauk.

I don't know if you feel
like talking, but...

if you do,

I don't mind listening.

My name's Harry, by the way.

And you are?

Liz.

Is anybody
meeting you out there, Liz?

Family?

No.

Brothers, sisters, father?

I don't have a father.

Only child, huh?
Just you and your mom?

I was an only child, too.

Wasn't so bad.

Except when something
breaks in the house, right?

I used to try to blame the dog.

The problem was,
we didn't have a dog.

Okay.

Is this your car?

Ah, no, actually, it's not.

Did you steal it?

Steal it?

No.

Well, you just said
it wasn't yours.

It's not.
It's the company's car.

But I have
an agreement with them

and they allow me
to use it between my shifts.

It's a little cheaper for me
than owning.

Seems this job
would be a whole lot easier

with your own car.

Yeah, well,
I never had much use for a car,

living in the city
all those years.

You lived in the city?

Forest Hills, Queens.

Smells like shit in here.
You ever clean it?

Yeah, I do.
Every day, actually.

Some passengers smell better
than others, I guess, right?

Why do you have a toothbrush
in your cup holder?

So my breath
doesn't smell as bad

as my car apparently does.

Don't you mean
the company's car?

Bathroom break.

- You hungry?
- No, I'm fine.

Okay.

Everything all right back there?

I'm fine.

Shouldn't be
too much longer now.

Is there a particular spot

you're looking for in Montauk?

The lighthouse.

I haven't been out here
in years.

Your mom...

did she ever take you out here?

When I was younger, yeah.

This was her favorite place.

She loved the lighthouse.

Wanted to live in one someday.

You know what
the locals call this place?

They call it The End.

I never really understood why.

It seems too dark and depressing

for such a beautiful place.

Your mom...

was she sick?

Cancer.

My wife, she died of cancer

a couple of years back.

Brain cancer.

She had surgery,
went through chemotherapy.

She was in remission
for almost a year and...

we thought she was good.

Is that why
you moved out to the island?

Mostly, yeah.

I think we just needed
a fresh start.

We?

Tyler and I.

Ah, my wife's son.

You have a son?

How old is he?

Little younger than you.

What are you, like, 15?

16.

- In a couple of weeks.
- Yeah.

Tyler's, uh,
he'll be 13 in June.

Where is he now?

- In school or something?
- Yeah.

Yeah, he goes, uh, to boarding
school, actually, upstate.

Why does he go
to boarding school?

Just a good fit.
It's a good school.

He's a good student.

Do you ever see him?

Yeah. On holidays mostly.

When he comes home.

And where is that?

Where's home?

Um, we usually
spend the holidays

at his Uncle Frank's house.

Why not your house?

Ah, it's just easier that way.

Here. here we go.

That's a good picture
of the two of us.

Your wife.

She was pretty.

She was. Yeah.

Shame she had to go
die on you like that.

You should probably
keep your eyes on the road

and off your phone.

Listen, Liz.

Liz!

Wait! Liz! Liz!

I don't feel right
leaving you out here

all alone like this.

Goodbye, Harry.

Wait! Liz!

Liz!

Yeah, yeah.

Yes, this is Driver 031077.
Harry George.

Yes, I was waiting
for contact information

on a passenger
with the username Montauk77.

Fine,
if you can't give me the name,

can you give me an address

for some frequently used
pickups or destinations?

Hi, I'm calling
from St. Charles Hospital.

We're looking
for some information.

We're trying to track down
the next of kin

for a recently
deceased Jane Doe,

that we believed
lived in your complex there,

along with her
15 year old daughter.

Okay, can you text
that list to this number?

Liz!

Liz, Liz.

- Liz, don't do this.
- Why?

He left us with nothing.

- I know. I'm sorry.
- You don't know shit!

You don't know
what it's like to grow up

without a father in your life.

You don't know it.

You left us.

You left us with nothing.

You put us through
so much, Harry.

You broke me, you broke my mom.

- Please.
- You broke us, Harry!

You broke us!

So...

what should we talk about?

Any suggestions?

How is that burger?

Well, I don't know
about you, but...

I have a few questions.

And I'm sure as many as I have,

you probably have a few more,
so, shoot.

I mean, go ahead.

All right, look,
if you're not going to start,

then... then I will.

Why'd you leave?

Is that what Maddie told you?

That I left?

Maddie?
Nobody called her that.

I did.

Her mother did, too.

She used to hate it.

What else did she say about me?

Hmmm, let me think.

Oh, yeah,
she said you were a thief.

She called me a thief?

Yep, that's right, Harry.

She said
you were a thief and a liar

and that you left us
when you found out

she was pregnant with me.

That's what
she told me about you.

But you still
haven't answered my question.

Why did you leave?

Liz, I don't know
what you heard about

why I wasn't around,
but I didn't leave anybody.

Oh, bullshit, Harry.

And I guess
you're not liar either?

Look, I... you know, I...

I was a lot of things,
all right?

I was a screw up.
I was an asshole.

But I never lied
to your mother, Liz.

Okay?
I... I'm not a liar.

Fine. Then tell me the truth.

The truth that you...

The truth is,
your mother left me.

How dare you say that?
Fuck you, Harry.

Once you found out
she was pregnant with me,

you just took off and you left,
and we never heard...

No, That's not how it happened.

- Yes, it is.
- No, it's not.

Look, when I found out
that she was pregnant,

you know, I got really scared.

I did. All right?

We were young.
We were stupid.

We had no money.
We had no plan.

We had nothing.

I got really scared and I...
I didn't leave, but I...

I did something stupid and...

when your mother found out,

she packed her bags
and she left.

And she took you with her.

Away from me.

And that's the truth.

So what'd you do?
You cheat on her or something?

No.

No, I loved
your mother very much.

Then why would she leave?

She told me that
she could never love a thief.

And that she refused to have
her child raised by one.

So, it's true, then.

You are a thief.

But I don't get it.

If you loved her so much,
why would you just let her

- leave that easily?
- I didn't.

- Really?
- No!

And why should I
believe a thief?

Get up.
I want to show you something.

Open it.

They're all unopened.

What are all these?

What are these?
I'm forgetting.

I wouldn't expect somebody
from your generation

to recognize the sentiment
behind a handwritten letter.

Let me tell you what these are.

Okay?

These are hours and hours...

week after week...

for three years straight...

regretting who I was.

These are missing your mother.

Trying to make things right.

These are begging, begging...

to meet my child, whose name...

whose name I just learned today.

That's what these are.

Okay, so don't tell me
that I just left

and never looked back.

Because that's the lie.

Look, I can't say
that I've ever read

a parent handbook
or anything, but

I'm pretty sure there's at least

one or two pages
about no weapons.

So I'm gonna have to
hold on to that gun.

Look, Liz.

Look, maybe we can...
Wait, Liz! Liz!

Wait, Liz!

I don't know
what I want to say right now.

But I know
I don't want to say goodbye.

I don't know
what you want from me.

We can't just pretend like
we have this history together.

I'm sorry.

Hi.

Hey.

How are you?

Tired.
Didn't sleep much last night.

Yeah, me neither.

I'm glad you called.

Okay, now that we have everyone,

what are we having
for breakfast?

Um, yeah.

Uh, make it two
of whatever she's having.

Burger and fries.
Medium rare.

Yeah, uh,

need that protein first thing
in the morning, right?

Okay, need anything
to drink with that?

Bloody Mary? Cold beer?

Just water. Thanks.

Two.

Coming up.

So what's up?

You need a ride somewhere?

No, um...

I stole this
from you last night.

I hope you don't mind.

I was just curious, and all.

Yeah, well, um...

some of this
still belongs to you.

Harry, I can't take your money.

Besides, who sends
$110 to a three year old?

I'm pretty sure
the $10 was for you

and the rest
was for your mother.

I used to send her
whatever I could,

you know, whenever I could.

Keep it.
Put it toward breakfast.

I hope you don't mind,
I read the letter.

Are all of them the same?

Yeah, pretty much.

And she never...

No.

I'm sorry I pulled
a gun on you yesterday.

Oh, that?

I barely noticed.

And down at the beach,
you know, I wasn't gonna...

I know. I know.

Hey, you...
You brought it for protection.

That... that was smart.

Unfortunately,
I can't give it back to you.

Why?
What did you do with it?

I got rid of it.

I don't need
anybody getting hurt.

Is that why you called me here?
You wanted it back?

No, no, um...

I actually
wanted to ask you something.

Okay, sure.

Harry, are you homeless?

You live out of that car,
don't you?

It's... it's... it's
really not as bad as it sounds.

I... I wouldn't
call it being homeless.

And that's why
Tyler goes to boarding school

and why you go
to other people's houses

for the holidays.

It... it just works.
It just works right now.

I mean, he's doing
really well in school and,

you know, uh, fits in
really well with my career.

You mean as a driver?

There are worse ways
to make a living.

Like being a thief.

Liz, if you want
to ask me something

more directly, go ahead.

In the letter...

you were saying how you would
do anything for me and my mom.

Well, did you mean it?

Yeah.

Like, if I was
to ask you for a favor...

would you do it for me?

I'm sorry, Harry.
This is a mistake.

Wait, wait, wait.
Liz, wait, wait, no.

No, wait, hold on a second.
No, no.

No, come on, come on, sit down.

Come on, you didn't even have
your breakfast burgers yet.

Come on, please.

I want to help.

What do you need?

I want you
to help me rob a bank.

Okay.

Here's your breakfast.

Enjoy.

You want... You want me to what?

I want you
to help me rob a bank.

Why do you need to rob a bank?

- Because I need money.
- Yeah, I figured that.

But why do you
need to rob a bank?

I mean, how much money
are we talking about?

I was thinking, like, 50,000.

- 50,000?
- That's all.

That's all.

And why do you need $50,000?

Because I need a fresh start.

There's nothing
left for me here.

I figured
I'd move to California,

stay with my aunt
for a little while

until I can get my own place.

I'll go back to school,

get a job, maybe go to college.

You want to go to college?

Yeah.

Maybe even get into nursing.

That all sounds
like a great plan.

I mean, except for
the whole bank robbery thing,

but the rest...

solid.

But Liz... Ah, I mean, look,

I know
you feel desperate right now,

but you're still so young.

You still have so many
of your own mistakes to make.

You don't want to start off
by making the same ones I did.

That's why I need your help.

Harry, I didn't just
wander into your car yesterday

out of nowhere.

I tracked you down.

You know, it may have been
for the wrong reasons,

but still, I found you,

someone who could
actually help me.

And by somebody,
you mean a thief.

Right?

Liz, I get it.

You didn't grow up
with a father, and you...

You don't need one
right now either.

But what you're asking is...
It's really dangerous.

I don't know if I ever deserved
a second chance with you,

but if I did...

I can't let it start this way.

I'm sorry.

Harry, I don't blame you
for what happened.

I mean, not anymore.

But I can't give this a chance

until I give myself a chance.

I need to move on from this.
We both do.

I thought this could be
good for the both of us...

but I guess
I'll find another way.

Or I'll just do it myself.

Wait, Liz.

Hold up a sec.

You sure
you're turning 16 and not 36?

Look, maybe there's still
some way I can help you out.

I'm not taking money from a guy
living out of his car.

Besides, you need
this money as much as I do.

Wait, me? What do you mean?

- I mean your cut.
- My cut?

Yeah.
Don't you know how this works?

Wait a minute, start over.

You want to rob
$50,000 from a bank

and move
to California with it, right?

Well, not the whole
50,000, but yeah.

Well, if you don't need 50,000,

then how much do you need?

I figure 200 or 300
for a plane ticket,

3,000 or 4,000
for living expenses,

and five or six
for college savings.

So probably about ten.

That leaves $40,000.

Yeah, that's your cut.

$40,000?

I know it's not that much,
but I figured

you'd get started
on down payments.

A down payment on what?

On a home, for you and Tyler.

I figured he'd much rather
spend the holidays

at his own house.

Ooh, hold on a second.

You're thinking about it,
aren't you?

You're thinking about it.

You're thinking
about saying yes, aren't you?

Ooh, I can see it, Harry.

Come on, it's a good deal
for the both of us.

Your mother used to use
that same smile on me.

So what do you say?

When do you need to be
out of your apartment?

End of the week.

Well, it's gonna take us
a little longer than that

to put a plan together.

You serious?

Thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you!

I'm gonna go to jail.

Speaking of jail, I forgot
to mention if we get caught,

you're gonna
have to take the blame.

- Me? Why?
- Because you owe me.

Owe you? Owe you how?

- I saved your life yesterday.
- Saved my life?

You were
sticking a gun in my face.

Yeah,
but I didn't pull the trigger,

so technically,
I saved your life.

If we're gonna
rob a bank together,

we gotta work
on your logic skills.

Good morning, West City Savings.

This is Trish speaking.
How may I help you?

I think I found our mark.

Our mark?

Our mark.
Yeah, our target.

Person that
we're going to end up...

Whoa, what are you doing?

I'm taking notes.

No, no notes.

Number one rule of thievery,

absolutely no paper trails.

Got it.

Besides,
you don't need any notes.

This is a one time job.
You understand?

- Yep.
- Good.

But right now, just listen
to me and try to keep up.

- What does that mean?
- What does that mean?

It means homework.

Homework? Ugh.

The Bank Job, Baby Driver,

The Sting, Point Break,

Heat and Bonnie and Clyde.

What, are you still looking
to rob a bank or something?

- No!
- No!

- It's, uh, for a, um...
- Ah, uh, it's a school project.

It's for a project.

This is for school?

Um, it's, um...

it's a very progressive class.

Thank you,
thank you. Have a good day.

What are we doing here?

Before you can major
in grand larceny,

you have to minor
in petty theft.

In the laundromat,
there's a woman working there.

She's folding laundry
behind the counter.

And behind her is a blue bottle
of fabric softener.

Yeah, so?

So I want you to go in there,
I want you to go get it,

and I want you
to bring it back here.

- What?
- You heard me. Go on.

Harry, I can't go steal
from a laundromat.

Well, why not?

Because I just can't.

You've seen this done
in the movies a hundred times.

Use a distraction,
get in, and get out.

- Easy peasy.
- That's easy for you to say.

Let me get this straight.

You want to rob
$50,000 from a bank,

but you can't go steal
some fabric softener

from a laundromat.

I thought you wanted my help.

I do, but you know.

Well, do you want my help

or do you want me
to just do it for you?

Fine.

Atta girl! Go get him!

I got it. I got it.

Congratulations.

- Did you use the distraction?
- No.

No. I was too distracted.

What are you waiting for?
Get us out of here. Come on.

But you're not done yet.

What are you talking about?

I mean, I want you
to go take the fabric softener

and put it back
before she knew it was gone.

Are you crazy?

Liz, it's only fabric softener.

You had no problem
sticking a gun in my face

a few days ago, if I remember.

You're gonna keep
bringing that up, aren't you?

Getaway car
leaves in 60 seconds.

Clock's a-ticking, toots.

Let's go.

Go, go, go!

So what happened?

So what happened? She saw me
coming through the door

and she caught me,
Harry, that's what happened.

- Good.
- Good?

How is that good?

It means
you learned the first rule.

Oh, what's that?
How not to shit your pants?

Never get caught.

I thought no paper trails
was the first rule.

There are a lot of first rules.

So, what's next?

Do you want me to go knock over
a lemonade stand or something?

Ah, I was thinking
maybe some ice cream.

We might even pay for it.

Harry, you don't think
something like that

could happen to us, right?

Absolutely not.

You sure?

I'm more than sure.

I'm positive.

How do you know?

Because we're Harry and Liz,
not Bonnie and Clyde.

We're not going on any

cross-country
bank robbery spree.

We're knocking over
one very small,

federally insured bank

for a very small
amount of money.

Trust me, we're not gonna be
making any FBI top ten lists,

and they're certainly
not gonna be making

any movie about Harry and Liz.

I guess that makes sense.

But still, I wish you hadn't
gotten rid of that gun.

Why?

We're not
going to be using any guns.

What? Why not?

Because guns
pose a threat to violence,

and a threat to violence
changes everything.

Including any pending charges
if you get caught.

Besides, I don't want
anyone getting hurt.

Even accidentally.

So, what do you want us to do?

Stick our fingers in our pockets

and say
"Give us all your money?"

No.

But kind of.

Do you think this is a painting

of a sunrise or a sunset?

Your mother paint that?

Yeah, after she was diagnosed.

You know, I used to think

it was a painting
of the sun rising.

But now I'm not so sure.

I think the sun
might have been going down.

I agree.

- Yeah?
- Yep.

How do you know?

It's like the old saying,

red sky at night.

Red sky at night,
sailors delight.

A red sky by morning,

sailors take warning.

I think
that painting is about hope.

Hope for better weather.

Hope for a better day.

Probably hope for you.

Those boxes that I packed...

a lot of trophies in there.

Are you a track star?

I was, I guess.

I had to quit
when my mom got sick.

You know, it's funny,

I used to complain
the whole season.

Now I kinda miss it.

And your aunt out in California.

That's your mother's sister,
Gina, right?

Yeah.

Those two always used to run

hot and cold with one another.

She ever make it out here?

To see your mom, I mean?

She didn't even know
my mom was sick.

They got into this
huge argument a few years ago,

and they never made up.

You still
kept in touch with her?

She used to send me
birthday cards

and text every once in a while.

Wanted me to come visit.

I guess I should've told her
my mom was sick.

I was just hoping
my mom would get better...

so I wouldn't have to.

You know, I was thinking,

this plan of ours

might require two drivers.

You do know how to drive, right?

- No.
- No?

We're gonna
have to fix that, then.

Hey, wait 'til you see
this place that I booked.

Oh, yeah?

Does it have, like,
pool and room service and all?

Nah.

Harry, you okay?

Yeah.

You?

I'm a little nervous,

but I know
you know what you're doing.

But, you know,
it's still a little scary.

I promise...

everything will go just fine.

I don't believe you.
Something's up.

What is it?

I need to tell you
something, but...

I want you to know

it doesn't change
anything for me.

Harry, what is it?

Remember I told you

your mother and I,
we had our problems,

even before she got pregnant.

I was out of work.

Put a real strain on us.

I could've been more supportive.

I found out your mother,
she was...

she was with somebody else.

Not for a long time.

I don't even think
she loved him.

What did you do?

I got angry.
I got real angry.

And then, I don't know.

I just...

I felt like maybe I deserved it?

But I wanted her
to know that I knew.

And when I finally got the nerve

to sit her down and tell her...

she started talking first.

And that's when I found out
she was pregnant with you.

Did you ever tell her?

No. Never.

But what if the baby...

what if it wasn't yours?

If it meant your mother and I

could be happy together again...

it wouldn't have mattered.

We have a big day tomorrow.

Let's get some rest.

Harry?

You all right?

Yeah, I just can't sleep.

What was
the stupid thing you did?

What do you mean?

The stupid thing
that Mom left you for.

She never forgave you.

Your mom ever tell you about

your grandfather's liquor store?

No.

I worked there
out of high school.

It's actually
where I met your mother.

We started
seeing each other and...

boy, he hated that.

So, one day...

the son of a bitch accuses me
of stealing a case of wine.

And I think
it turned out to be this...

new cashier that he had hired,

and he knew it.

Thing is,
that he fired me anyway.

Told your mother that he knew
a thief when he saw one.

I think he thought
it would break us up.

But we stayed together.

At least for a while.

Six months later
your mother tells me

that she's pregnant with you.

And the next morning,

I broke into
your grandfather's liquor store

and stole $7000 from the safe.

So, what happened?

Did you get caught?

Not by your grandfather, no.

But, your mother...

she knew what I did.

She knew
where the money came from.

She said...

she said that her father
was right about me all along.

I don't get it, though.

I thought she hated him.

She did.

But he was blood.

He came first.

You should try
to get some sleep.

I still can't sleep.

It's just nerves, Liz.

Trust me.

Everything will
go fine tomorrow.

Well, but I keep thinking,

you know, what if we get caught?

I know we won't,
but what if we do?

What do you think
they'll do with us?

- Life in prison, maybe?
- What?

- Death penalty.
- Harry.

I'm joking.

But I sure hope
you don't mind wearing orange.

Ah, what a beautiful morning.

Be a shame to waste it.

How should we spend it?

Hm...

do you feel like robbing a bank?

That's a great idea.

Can we stop
for some burgers first?

Why not?

Bingo.

That's our ride.

The silver sedan with
June Cleaver behind the wheel.

Who the hell is June Cleaver?

Wife of Ward,
mother to Wally and the Beave.

Never mind.

That's our girl.

Whoa!

- Dad!
- Oh, my gosh!

Oh, my God.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, no, I'm fine.

- Thank you, thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Are you sure you're both okay?
- Oh, yeah, oh, I'll be fine.

Yes, we're fine.
It's not easy

getting a big guy
like this around.

Who're you calling big?
Thank you so much.

Oh, welcome.
You sure you're okay?

Oh, I'm fine.
Just a little banged up.

Okay, all right. Bye.

Did you get 'em?

Good girl.

So, why do we need
to do this again?

Because.

We don't want
Mrs. Cleaver

getting into any trouble, right?

Those surveillance cameras,

they're gonna be looking
for license plates.

And...

we don't want her
getting caught,

or us getting caught, right?

Right.

Okay.

Time to get you into makeup.

There's nobody there yet.
Should we go?

Ain't quite time yet.

Bank opens at nine.

If my intel is correct,
four tellers on the inside.

They'll be starting
their day with about $25,000

to $30,000 in their drawer.

But the drive-thru teller,

they have a line
all of their own,

and they start their day
with 50 to 75 in their drawer,

which makes this
a one-stop shop for us.

And we don't even have
to leave the getaway car.

- Pretty smart.
- Pretty smart.

Okay, let's get into character.

Remember, we have to keep you
completely anonymous,

so keep your eyes shut
the entire time

so the teller can't tell
what color eyes you have.

Don't worry, you got this.

Harry, I still don't understand.

How're we gonna
rob a bank without a gun?

Remember the beginning
of Pulp Fiction?

Pumpkin tells Honey Bunny
he knows this guy

that once robbed a bank
using just a cell phone.

Hands the cell phone over
to the teller,

guy on the other end
tells the teller

they kidnapped this little girl,

and if they don't do
as they say, well,

you know what happens.

Well, what if
the teller doesn't believe

there even is a little girl?

Well, it's a good thing we have
a little girl with us,

isn't it?

A little girl that just
happens to be the second thief.

That's genius.

Harry, you're brilliant.

No, I'm not brilliant.

Tarantino's brilliant.

I just stole it from him.

We did it!
That was intense.

Is your heart going
a mile a minute?

- Oh, man.
- Oh, my God.

That was great, right?

What's wrong?

All right, don't panic.
There's a cop behind us.

Oh, shit.

- Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
- Don't turn around.

Keep your eyes ahead,
keep your eyes ahead.

Okay, look, it's just
a regular traffic stop.

- It's just a regular traffic...
- We just robbed a bank!

I need you to be cool, okay?

- Are you cool?
- No.

All right, take that money,
put it underneath the seat.

And put those
sunglasses on, too, okay?

All right, we're gonna be fine.

Just be cool. Liz.

Trust me.

Oh, my God,
oh, my God, oh, my God.

All right, just calm down, okay?

Just relax.
You have to calm down.

Morning, officer.

Do I have
a tail light out or something?

I clocked you at 52 in a 40.

Oh, sorry about that.

I'm, uh,
I'm usually pretty careful.

Let me get
your license and registration.

Coming right up.

Stay where you are,
I'll be back in a moment.

- Okay.
- Oh, my God.

All right, look,
he doesn't know about the bank.

If he did he would have pulled
us out of the car immediately.

- You think?
- Absolutely.

Just hang in there
a little while longer, okay?

This is a registered
Hitch vehicle, is it not?

Yeah, it is, sir.

And is this
one of your passengers?

Uh, no, no.

I'm, uh, I'm off-duty right now.

Um, she's my niece.

You mind removing
those shades for me young lady?

Ooh. That's quite
a shiner you got there.

You mind telling me
how you got that?

Oh, this?
This is just makeup.

See?

Why are you
running around looking like

somebody beat
the snot out of you?

Uh, 'cause she's an actress.

Yeah, um, for a school play.

Are you trying to make
a dupe out of me, young lady?

No, no, not at all,
um, it's... it's for the play.

It's actually a musical.

A musical.

And what musical would that be?

Rocky.

Rocky? As a musical?

Wow. What a great concept.

Right? Yeah.

Right. Right.

Hey, yo Adrian.

Yeah,
that was a spot-on impression.

But Adrian
doesn't have a black eye.

No, no, I don't play Adrian.

What are you gonna tell me,
you play Rocky?

No.

No, no, I play Apollo Creed.

Yeah, um, it's a very
progressive school.

Consider that a warning.

Break a leg, kid.

Oh, my God.

I need a shower.

Got to wash
the stress off of me.

Hey, Harry?

Yeah?

Thank you.

It's a good thing they
didn't use any dye packs, huh?

Something's wrong.

What do you mean?

There's only
15 thousand dollars here.

Then it's yours.

That wasn't
part of the deal, though.

Liz, it's not up for debate.

This is yours.
I want you to have it.

But what about you?

Like, what about the home
for you and Tyler?

Tyler and I will be fine.

Good news.

Not picking up too much chatter
on the C.B. channels,

but what I am hearing is that

they might have got
the color of the car,

but not the make,

and they think

a girl might have been abducted

somewhere between
the ages of 17 and 23, maybe.

But they're not even sure, so,

no amber alert
was ever even issued.

That's good news, right?

Did you hear me?
We're in the clear.

You should be excited.

I am, but...

But nothing, come on,
why aren't you excited?

Let's go, hey, look, look.
We should be celebrating.

We should go out, we should...

We should do something, come on.

Hey, wait a minute,
didn't you say

that your birthday's coming up?

- Tomorrow.
- Tomorrow?

Oh, come on,
this is too perfect now.

We have to go out.
We have to go out.

Come on, no, no, we're
getting up, come on, get up.

I know the perfect place,
and you're treating, moneybags.

Me too. Okay, bye.

How did it go?

Good, I guess.

I mean, she's upset,
but she's excited to see me.

Good.

It's getting late, though.

You've got a big trip tomorrow.

Wait.

I was thinking, one last movie.

But I get to choose.

So what are we watching?

You'll see.

Well, can't you give me a hint?

Don't worry,
it's not another heist movie.

Horror movie?

Nope.

An old classic?

Not too old.

'80s, '90s?
How many years?

16.

Harry?

I want you to make me a promise.

I want you
to stop blaming yourself

and I want you to finally
make a home for you and Tyler.

You may not be his blood,

but he's your son,

and you're his father.

He's lucky to have
somebody like you in his life.

And... and the fireworks

kind of.

So, I guess this is it.

Yeah, I guess so.

You don't have to get
all dressed up for me.

This?

Nah, I got a little something

I've got to take care
of after this.

Really? That sounds promising.

Yeah, yeah. We'll see.

How 'bout you?

You all good?

Yeah, I guess.

A little nervous and all, but...

you sure we're in the clear?

I'm positive.

Liz, promise me something:

when you get to California,

promise me
the first thing you'll do

is pick up your phone

and give me a five thumbs up
rating on the Hitch app.

Look, I was thinking...

maybe someone from my generation

could actually appreciate
a handwritten letter

every now and then, you know?

If they had someone to write to.

That's funny, I was actually
thinking the same thing.

My dear Elizabeth,
where should I begin?

How about two weeks ago,

16 years
after I first imagined you,

you walk back into my life
for the first time.

And how do I find you?

Grown and a little broken.

With your mother's eyes
and a soft soul

not unlike my own.

Oh, you also had
a gun in my face.

It's hard to miss the irony in
this re-crossing of our paths.

You found me using
technology and social media,

and then found me all over again

in the handwritten letters

that I had sent
your mother years ago.

I'm glad I kept
that old shoebox,

for more than one reason,

but I'll get to that in a bit.

For me, there will never
be another stretch of time

quite like
these last couple of weeks.

Coming from a person
who's ridden the first car

on many of life's
twisted roller coasters,

the ups and downs
of the last 15 days

have felt like one long,
terrifying ride,

and I never want it to end.

On it, I experienced your laugh,

and learned that it is one
of the most beautiful sounds

my ears have ever heard.

And watching you grow
on those home movies

was unequivocally
the most captivating sight

my eyes have ever seen.

I don't know
what you want from me.

We can't just pretend like
we have this history together.

I'm sorry.

And the only pain
that ever came close

to that of losing my wife,

I felt that first night
I brought you home.

I meant what I said that night,

despite what uncertainty
or even hurt

might have been in store
for either one of us.

I didn't want to say goodbye,

but the next morning
you gave me a second chance,

and I was damned
if I wasn't going to do

anything and everything
to keep you near me

for just a little bit longer,

and with any luck,

set you off on a path
that you deserved

after the hard journey
you had already endured.

That path is rooted in honesty,

and I want your first steps
to be true.

In a few weeks,
you should receive a package.

It's a paternity test
that includes my sample.

I took it to heart
what you said to me

about family meaning
more than just blood,

but I also understand
that one day

you might feel differently,

and will want to know the truth.

And the truth is something
that I will never deny you.

At least, not ever again.

This brings me to my confession:

I am a liar.

The truth is,
I never was a thief.

Aside from the seven thousand
that I stole

and then returned
to your grandfather,

I have never stolen
a dime in my life.

But when you came back to me
that next morning,

looking for the help
of a seasoned criminal,

I wanted nothing more than
to play that role for you.

You want me to what?

Harry the Hitch driver
might have missed his chance

at playing the role
of your father,

but Harry the thief could
watch over you, keep you safe,

and make sure you didn't stray

from that path
you needed to be on,

which is why
I decided to lie to you.

To play the role
and to stage a bank robbery.

You can rest assured,

neither you
nor I committed any crime.

It was all fabricated.

All fantasy.

Remember June Cleaver?

Oh, you're a saint.
Thank you so much.

- Thank you so much.
- Are you sure you're both okay?

Oh, yeah, oh,
I'll... I'll be fine.

Well, her real name is Mrs. G.

Okay, Mrs. G.

And she's
a regular client of mine,

and when I told her
what I was planning,

she was happy to play along

and let me borrow her car
now that it was fixed.

They say it's supposed
to rain a little later.

Do you guys need a lift home?

The bank you thought we robbed

had actually been
closed to the public

several days prior
during their relocation.

The teller, Trish,

she conveniently
volunteered that day

to oversee the final
logistics of the move,

and also to open
the drive-thru window

for one final withdrawal

from one
of her regular customers.

The same regular customer

who had driven her and
her six-year-old son, Joey,

to work and to day-care
on rainy days

for the better part
of the last two years.

Even the traffic stop
was staged.

The man you thought was a cop...

Hey, we still on
for poker Saturday night?

Yeah, you know it.
I'll take your money anytime.

His name is Ed.

He's a family man
with an enormous heart

and a terrible poker face.

He's also a struggling actor
who owed me a favor.

Yeah, it was a little mean,

but that's how I made peace

with the whole
"gun in my face" stunt.

And now neither one of us

will ever watch the movie
Rocky the same way again.

That brings me to the money.

And if you haven't
figured it out already,

the cash was mine all along.

Well, sort of.

As you know,
I wrote your mother every week

for more
than three years straight,

and at any time
I could afford it,

I also sent along some money.

Like I said before,

I'm glad I held on to that
old shoebox full of letters.

I always knew one day
I would use that money

for something important.

I came close
to using it a few times,

but could never bring myself

to open a single
one of those envelopes.

Now, so you wouldn't suspect
that I was up to something,

I made sure the amount
you thought we stole

was in a perfect,
even increment.

There was a few hundred
in change left over,

and when I deposited that into
my emergency savings account,

I surprised myself

with how much I had actually
saved over the years,

so I decided to start delivering

on a promise I made you.

But I'll get
to that in my next letter.

For now, I want to thank you.

Not only for finding me,

but for allowing me
to find myself again,

and for that
I am forever grateful.

Until next time,

I leave you with all of my love.

Harry.

Wait, whose house is this?

I'll give you one hint,
it's not Uncle Frank's.

So, what do you think?

You must be the George family.

We are.

Well, let me be the first

to welcome you
to the neighborhood.

Thank you very much.
We're glad to be here.

- Is this your boy?
- Yes.

This is my son, Tyler.

I think you guys are really
going to love it here.

I think so, too.

- Before I forget...
- Oh, thank you.

You have a nice day,
Mr. George.

Call me Harry.

You want to do the honors?

P.S.

I really hope you don't view
this whole con I pulled on you

as just an elaborate handout.

I know the last thing you wanted

was to take money from
a guy living out of his car.

So, if you're upset with me

for going to my own pockets
to make you the mark,

perhaps you could look at it
from a different perspective.

You see, I didn't just
give you the money,

I bought something.

I bought us a story.

That night you said goodbye,
you were right,

we didn't have a history.

But now...

now we have a story.

A story that began at Montauk.

A story that began at the end.

And if you ask me...

it's the perfect place
for our history to start.