Get Shorty (2017–…): Season 2, Episode 5 - Fifteen to Thirty Minutes (Depending on Weight) - full transcript
After a bombshell revelation about Rick, Miles and Louis visit an abandoned water treatment facility to figure out their next move; back at the FBI, Agent Dillard looks into a hunch.
-Previously on "Get Shorty"...
-Marriage is a
serious commitment.
By the power vested in
me by the state of California,
I pronounce you married.
You may kiss your wife.
-Why not?
-Oh, shit.
What were you burning?
- Old photos.
-I'm making another movie.
It needs to be
privately financed.
How close are you with L.A.?
-You want me to
make an introduction.
-We believe and
our boss believes
you could be useful
down the road.
-So, what are we talking about?
- A wire.
- This button here
is a recording device.
-Oh, okay.
-We're gonna need you to
work with Miles on that project.
-No. Don't call me, okay?
Good luck with your
case and the next case!
-You should probably
lower your voice.
-Did you go to work today?
-Yeah. Yeah, why?
-Gladys said you never showed.
- I...
- Who was in the SUV?
Who do they work for?
[ Tires squeal ]
[ Crash ]
-You shot me?
[ Grunts ]
[ Cellphone ringing ]
- Yeah?
- Are you alone?
-Suggestive way to
start the phone call, Lou.
If I didn't know
you better, I'd...
-I got to talk to you
about something.
How soon can you be
at Fairfax and Jefferson?
- What, now?
- Yep.
-What's going on, man?
-It's better if I
tell you in person.
-Well, that doesn't sound good.
-So, there's a pay lot. It's
on the southeast corner.
It's by the locksmith.
I'm at the top, and
I'm in the brown van.
- Fairfax and...
- Jefferson.
-Lou, what the fuck is going on?
-I'll see you when you get here.
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-What's the emergency then?
And why are you in the van?
-[ Muffled shouting ]
-Holy shit.
-[ Muffled shouting ]
- Is that Rick?
- Yeah.
Our friend here is
working for the Feds.
-[ Muffled shouting ]
-I saw him get in the
car with two agents.
I grabbed him at his
place. He made a run for it.
I put a slug in his shoulder.
I threw him in the back.
I cleaned up. I figured I
should get away from his house.
Where you going? What the...
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[ Can clatters ]
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[ Man shouting in distance ]
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-Could you start again?
Everything after "Rick's
working with the Feds."
-He was meeting with
two agents in a parking lot...
-Yeah, got that.
-I didn't find a wire on him.
-Lovely.
-So, now I'm wondering...
do we call Amara?
- You know, we knew
that you were a spineless
piece of shite, but this? This?!
-Normally, we would call Amara,
but since we
introduced her to Rick...
-Come on.
-Maybe we don't mention it.
Just, you know...
-[ Muffled shouting ]
- take care of it on our own.
-[ Muffled shouting continues ]
-So we don't know what
he gave to the Feds?
-I didn't have time
to question him.
-We got to take him somewhere.
-Th... There's a
water-treatment facility
that Ed used as a stash house.
I think it's abandoned.
-Ed's not gonna walk in on us?
-I can't promise anything,
but it's safer than capping
Rick on fucking Fairfax.
-[ Muffled shouting ]
-What kind of bread was it?
Wow! And you helped make it?
Oh, you made it all by yourself.
I see.
Oh, was it delicious?
We can get a sight
line from there.
-We might.
-Because you have
to eat dinner, silly.
[ Chuckles ] Broccoli is fun.
It's... It's like little trees.
Hey. Hey, kiddo,
Gran-Gran's got to go,
but I get to see
you tomorrow, right?
Okay, I love you.
Bye-bye. [ Smooching ]
-You considering a
microwave transmitter?
-Oh, nicely intuitive.
-We'd need a
truck on the street.
-Or hardwire relay somewhere.
[ Woman speaking Arabic on TV ]
-Do you speak Arabic?
-Oh... sure.
-You know, last time, we had
an agent pose as an electrician.
-Which they figured out.
- Not right away.
- Oh, another thing...
If we could get eyes
on Rick Moreweather?
He seems to have
gone off the reservation.
-What'd he do?
-If you would just check on him.
-Of course.
And if you do decide
to pursue a transmitter,
I'd check sight lines from
the residence, and we...
She's taking a nap?
- It's a micro nap.
13 minutes, she can pull a
20-hour shift without coffee.
I'm trying to train
my body to do it,
but it's harder than you think.
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-[ Grunts ]
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Okay, I'm gonna
check the side entrance.
It was open last time.
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-I'm not gonna lie, Rick.
I'm very disappointed.
-[ Muffled grunting ]
-What's that? You're
gonna explain everything?
- [ Muffled grunting ]
- Yeah?
- [ Muffled grunting ]
- Oh, I'm sure you can.
[ Door slams ]
- Oh!
Okay, listen, can
we talk about this?
'Cause there's a lot of
things that I can clear up.
I don't blame you
for being upset.
If I saw the same
things that you guys saw,
I would draw the
same conclusion.
But I am not working
with the Feds.
-Rick?
-Are those guys that you
saw FBI? Yes, they are.
But that's the first time
that I talked to them.
And I told them, I said,
"I can't work with you.
There's nothing I can give you
'cause I would never
give up my friends."
-So you talked about us.
-No. No, what I-I told them
was that I don't know anything,
'cause I don't.
-Anything about what?
-Anything about anything.
I should've never went
to them in the first place.
Yes, I see that now. But I
was gonna tell you guys,
and then you came over,
and... you were very aggressive.
That whole Harpo Marx
thing, it... it made me nervous.
It made... [ Screams ]
[ Groans ]
Why would you do that?
It's not enough you
fucking shot me?!
-You're thinking to yourself,
"What can I say to save myself?"
And that's understandable.
But we know more
than you think we know,
and if you lie to us, Rick...
[ Sighs ]
despite it being unpleasant
for myself and Lulu here,
we'll simply have no choice
but to shoot you in the
fucking head this time.
You with me?
You understand?
-Uh-huh.
-Now, what exactly do
the Feds have on us?
-They want Amara.
They think that she killed
some of her ex-boyfriends
or business partners, I guess.
But they never said that
either one of you were involved.
-How long have you
been talking to them?
-They approached me, okay?
All right? It was before
production started.
-Who's "they"?
-Uh, the main lady is
some Special Agent Dillard.
-Did Dillard ask anything
about "The Admiral's Mistress"?
-They had questions
about the cash.
-What did you say?
-They know that we didn't
put Amara's cash on the books.
-Did you show them the books?
- Yeah.
- And there it is.
Money laundering, you...
-Fuck me!
[ Thunk ]
-What else do they know?
-A little woozy here from you
squeezing my gunshot wound.
- Rick!
- Listen,
I'm sorry, but it's
hard to think straight
when you're in agonizing pain.
Maybe getting shot's not
a big thing for you guys,
but this is the
first time for me.
-Slug went in and
out, and I disinfected it.
-With Chardonnay.
He poured Chardonnay on it!
-Whatever. Here.
-What's that?
-Hydrocodone.
It's like, uh, Vicodin.
-You just carry those
around with you?
-I have my own medical issues.
Here, stick your tongue out.
- Ah.
- Don't bite me.
- [ Gulps ]
- Are we ready?
Rick, what else
do the Feds know?
And don't you dare
fucking say "nothing."
-They know about the
driver getting shot in Nevada.
The set burning down.
The hillbillies in Big Bear.
- Hillbillies?
-The neighbors that were
at my father's summer place.
You weren't there for that.
-Have you ever worn a wire?
- I mean, yeah.
- You did?
-But nobody talks business
around me, nobody.
-Did you wear it for
specific conversations
or every day?
- Most days.
- Jesus Christ.
-Yeah, there's a
recording device
in one of these coat buttons.
-That coat?
-You're wearing a wire now?
You said you checked!
-Why didn't you
fucking tell me?!
-Oh, when, when? The
five seconds between
when you shot me and
put tape on my mouth?
-Which button?
-The top right pocket.
-Can they hear us now?
-Yes! Yes!
The Feds are
listening to us right now.
So, if anything happens to me...
-Check him for a battery.
-I mean, the Feds, they're
probably moving in right now...
Right now as we speak.
So you, look, let me go.
I'll put in a good word for you.
- Nothing.
- Nothing?
Which means
there's no transmitter.
Which means they need
the coat to get the data.
-No, no, no, no,
no. They told me.
They told me...
[ Spits ]
-You remember
what we said earlier
about us preferring the truth?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-How long you been
wearing this thing?
-I started to record
on my phone,
and... and that didn't work.
So they gave me the... The
button a couple weeks ago.
-Were you wearing it when
we spoke about the next project,
"Wylderness"?
Fuck me!
-Feds wanted me to take on
a-a whole new investigation.
Go after the cartel.
And I said, "Count me out."
-Cartel?
They said the word "cartel"?
-Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah. That's not you.
-They never mentioned us
in connection with
drug trafficking?
-No. Why would they?
-Or homicide?
-You're not killers.
-So, it's just laundering.
-That's all they
need to put us away.
It's all they fucking need!
[ Clattering ]
-Guys, guys, I'm sorry.
It's a bad situation
all around here.
I know you're probably
thinking, "Is Rick gonna testify?"
No, he's not.
If I get on a plane tonight,
I'm out of the country.
Never see me again.
Huh? Huh? You
never see me again.
Right? I just vanish.
-Yeah. You'll vanish, all right.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Unknown number.
Anyone looking for you, Rick?
- Maybe.
- Who's that?
-Supposed to go
to Amara's after.
[ Cellphone continues ringing ]
-Don't say a fucking word.
Hello?
- Is this Miles?
- Who's this?
-Herb Clark, calling from
the Clark Photo Center.
You called about a photo we
developed, e-mailed me a copy?
-Right. Yeah, thanks
for calling me back.
-This a good time?
-Oh, it's a perfect time.
-I'm looking at the photo.
I'm afraid I don't
recall this one.
-I just thought because it's an
unusual photo, maybe you'd...
-Oh, we work with thousands
of studio photographers,
and I'm hazy on
the '90s generally,
other than they were fun.
Hey, anything
printed on the back?
-Could you just hold
on a minute, Herb?
It's just, uh, the date and
the address of your store.
-I wish I could help.
-Well, thanks for trying.
-You bet.
-What's that?
-What's what, you rat fuck?
-Looks like Debra
Schaffer's kids.
- Miles, can we, uh...
- Hold on.
Debra Schaffer the actress?
- Yeah.
- Miles!
-Yeah.
-We got to decide
what we're doing.
-Yeah.
-[ Sighs ] Do we tell
Amara about Rick?
-I mean, we can't
just set him free.
He's a Federal fucking witness.
- Agreed.
-Angry as I am,
the thought of Peewee working
on him with his blowtorch...
-The guy from Tucson.
Couple years ago,
Amara's ex-boyfriend?
The... The turquoise guy...
-Oh, God, that was horrible.
The fucking stink of it.
- But like I was saying before,
Amara could blame us
for introducing her to Rick.
Yeah.
-It's better we take
care of this ourselves.
-Let her think that
he just disappeared.
-Went into the Witness
Protection Program.
-That's what she'll think.
-So...
- Sooner we do it, the better.
- Yeah.
-I mean,
somebody's probably
looking for him...
The Feds, Amara.
-Fucking rat.
-We got no choice.
-Anyone know that you
were with him today?
-No, I was careful.
[ Click ]
- The f...
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- What? What's going on?
- Shh!
You said this place
was abandoned.
-I've only been here a night.
-That would've been
useful information.
[ Indistinct conversation ]
-There.
If you make a noise, if
you try to get their attention
in any way...
- I get it, I get it.
-We're out in the open here.
-We could hide behind there.
-In there.
-What do we do about him?
-Have to carry him.
-Oh, I weigh...
No, no, I'm heavy.
- One, two.
- I'm very heavy.
- One, two, three.
-Easy.
[ Indistinct conversation ]
-Easy, guys. Easy. Easy.
Easy, guys. Come on.
- Shh, shh, shh.
-Careful. All right.
-Put him down.
[ Water sloshes ]
-Water on the floor.
-Watch for any
wires... Exposed wires.
-Oh, shit.
-Ohh.
- Shh!
- Fuck all, this is creepy.
[ Whirring in distance ]
-Sounds like a forklift.
-Well, there's
only three of them.
-Well, I hope they leave
before they see our van.
-Oh, shit. If they find us...
-We'll handle it.
-'Cause that's all we need...
Three more bodies.
-Three more? What
do you mean "more"?
-Here.
-Oh, it's a boiler room.
-Guys, I'm feeling a
little nauseous here.
-It's probably the painkillers.
-Hey, Rick.
Rick.
How did you know those
were Debra Schaffer's kids?
-What, the picture?
I don't know.
I don't know. I could be wrong.
Debra had tigers,
and she'd let her kids play with
them like they were house cats.
It was in the magazines
back in the day.
-The daughter, was
her name Jinny?
-Oh, I don't know.
-How about, um...
What's Jinny short for?
- Virginia?
- How about Virginia?
-Yeah. Yeah, yeah,
that rings a bell.
-What are you talking about?
-The girl from the motel,
I thought maybe that
was a photo of her as a kid.
-Did you hook up with her?
-No.
-But you want to?
-Maybe we can
talk about this later.
-Rick says the Feds have got
us on laundering, which is bad.
But if that's all they've got
on us, white-collar crime?
I mean, we're looking at
two, maybe three years,
and with good behavior,
we're out in one.
-Best-case scenario.
-Yeah, but
worst-case scenario...
- Let's not go there.
- Okay, well,
then our only other
option would be to run for it.
Ecuador...
has no extradition treaty.
Can we drive to Ecuador?
'Cause I don't have a passport.
-You haven't been
out of the country?
- When would I have done that?
- That's just sad.
-Look, not everybody's
a world traveler.
My uncle never left Nye
County until he was 60,
and that's because
he got bronchitis.
-Lulu, I can't go on the
run. I did it once years ago.
I can't do it again.
I can't leave Emma.
-I can't, either. Leave
the wife and kid.
That's not right.
-Wife?
-You know what I mean.
-Is that a figurative
expression?
Because it's not
one I've heard before.
- I mean, it... it's complicated.
- Hold on.
You did propose.
Did she say yes?
- [ Sighs ]
Not immediately.
- Oh, my God.
-It's supposed to
be a secret, okay?
- Jesus Christ.
- I'm not even supposed...
[ Machine whirs ]
-What is that?
-I think they turned
on the furnace.
Ah, yeah, it's already hot.
And when exactly
did you get married?
-I just told you it's a secret.
-Huh? What?
-Rick won't say anything.
Lulu and Gladys had a bit of an
onset romance back in Nevada.
-Gladys? Whoa, whoa, my Gladys?
No. Come on.
-Oh, and he knocked her up.
- Jesus!
- No.
-And it turns out now they only
went and got fucking married.
-Oh, no, you're just
screwing with me now.
G-Gladys would've told me this.
- It's just a trial run.
I mean, we're not
married married.
-Oh, I see. I didn't realize there
were degrees of matrimony.
-You got her pregnant?!
[ Muffled conversation ]
-Shh.
Hold on.
Get the door.
[ Muffled conversation
continues ]
- [ Muffled ] This one?
- [ Muffled ] That's it.
- Where is it?
- Right here.
-Not a fucking sound.
-[ Muffled ] I think
it's through this one.
-[ Muffled ] Yeah, it's
on the other side of...
-[ Louder ] Yeah, we
should check, but, uh...
-[ Louder ] Okay,
let me take a look.
-And would you to call forensics
back and push for an ETA?
Then check traffic cams,
LADOT, and Caltrans.
Thanks, love. Anything on Rick?
-Not at his place or his
office. Is everything all right?
-We checked the
tracker on Rick's car.
Found it parked 4
blocks from his house,
driver's side window shot out.
Someone pulled a
slug from the backrest.
Bloodstain on the seat.
- Rick's blood?
- We're checking.
-And would you gather
surveillance on Rick's house,
Amara's house, and
the parking garage?
-The... The garage?
-Where we met with him
right before he went missing?
-Got it, yes.
Uh... was I supposed to
check the tracker on his car?
-Next time, that would be great.
-Guess Amara's single again.
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-When we first saw
Rick, he was frightened.
I told him we would
use all our resources
to make sure he
wouldn't get hurt.
-I'm sorry.
It's just graveyard humor.
-Would you check
that surveillance?
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Can I see that transcript again?
I appreciate that. Thank you.
[ Conversation fades ]
-I think we're good.
[ Gun clicks ]
-Is it just me, or did it
get really fucking hot?
-It's the furnace.
-[ Sighs ] I'm sweating.
-Yeah, I'd take my jacket
off, but I'm zip-tied to a chair.
-Your comfort is not
our utmost concern.
-[ Sighs ]
Does Gladys know
this part of what you do?
-Not currently.
-What does that mean?
-Nothing, it's just...
lying to your wife
is frowned upon
by the Church of
Latter-Day Saints.
I'm not saying it's realistic.
- Take it from me, man.
Honesty is not the foundation
of a healthy relationship.
-That's a bit cynical.
-Says a man who's spying
on his girlfriend for the FBI.
-Well, I guess if
I'm going to prison,
she's gonna find
out sooner or later.
I just hope she keeps the kid.
-I don't know if you
guys remember.
But I, uh... I got kids,
Kevin and Marci.
Yeah, if anything
happened to me,
it'd be hard on them.
-Never seen you
with your kids, Rick.
-Or heard you talk about them.
-Well, we're not as
close as I want to be.
That makes it even harder...
Losing your father
before you have time
to patch things up with him.
-Oh, it's getting
hard to breathe.
-Yeah, me, too. Could we
crack the door open, guys, huh?
Could we... Just a little?
- Shh.
-I'm gonna pass out here.
-Well, do it quietly.
-Hey.
When, uh... When you were...
talking about being
on the run before,
you mean from Ireland?
-What about it?
-You just, you know,
never told me before.
I...
- No.
I was young and
thought I was pretty tough.
Made a mess of things,
and I had to leave.
[ Cellphone chimes ]
I could go back now,
but nobody'd be
too happy to see me.
Yago.
- Yago?
-No.
- What?
- Shit.
L.A. said they'd put the
money up for the movie.
-You went to L.A. for
that? I begged you not to.
-It doesn't matter now, does it?
-Guess not.
-This was it, man.
This was the one.
Now it's not even a
movie. It's a sting operation
thanks to this cunt.
- It's so hot, man.
- Shut your yap.
-Yeah, okay, you're over there.
I'm 5 feet from this boiler.
- And if you don't shut up,
I will tie you to
the boiler face first.
-Easy.
-What's with you, man?
-$30 million in financing
and a brilliant fucking book,
but what would you know
about that?
- Keep it down.
-'Cause you make
movies about giant squid.
- Okay.
- Alien fucking spiders.
- Fuck you.
- Fuck me?
-You think I would have
worked on "Admiral's Mistress"
if I knew what I
was getting into?
You're why I'm
mixed up in all this,
why the Feds are after
me. It's your fucking fault!
-[ Whispering ] Quiet!
-No forklift.
-No voices.
Let's check.
- I'll turn off the lights.
You get the door.
-[ Sighs ] Oh, that breeze.
- No lights on out here.
- All right, let's look.
-Guys, don't leave
me in here, guys.
Hey. No, no, no.
[ Door shuts ] Guys.
-They're gone.
-Let's get Rick.
-Wait.
We got to get this over with.
Who's gonna do it?
-Odds or evens?
-Odds.
-Once, twice, thrice.
Fuck!
- [ Sighs ]
-Not in the boiler room.
-There's a drain right here.
-Grab the stuff.
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-Oh, fresh air.
Whew! It's... It's bad in there.
Like the surface of the sun.
What's with the tarp here, huh?
Oh. Hold on, hold
on. No, no, no. No, no.
Hold on, hold on.
No. No! Not like this!
Please, not a bullet! No!
I want the Hemlock
Society method, please.
Not a bullet!
- Wait.
- What?
- What's the Hemlock Society?
- Don't draw this out.
- No, no, I saw it.
I saw it on "60 Minutes."
It's the easiest
way to kill yourself.
Just... Just pills
and a plastic bag.
-We have neither of those.
-I got pills.
- You fucking kidding me?
- Guys, come on, come on.
All that we've been through?
Let me just... Let me
choose how I do this.
-I mean, why not? If
that's what he wants...
-It's... It's... It's online.
There's instructions.
-Please don't Google that.
-It's all right. It's a burner.
-The browsers take
forever on those things.
-Okay, is it hemlock
like the plant?
-Exactly, yeah.
Yeah, I saw it on TV.
And I-I just thought
if I got to go, that's
the way I want to do it.
-Oh, okay, here it is. I got it.
"Just make sure you
leave room in the plastic bag
to keep away from your face.
The goal is slowly passing away
from carbon dioxide poisoning,
creating a sleepy,
lightheaded feeling...
- What the...
- that gives way to
unconsciousness.
If the pills fail to cause
terminal overdose,
the plastic bag ensures
that you don't survive
in a damaged state."
-Mm, yeah, I can see
why you'd prefer that.
That sounds lovely.
What are you doing?
- I'm checking my pills.
-Rick, you don't want to die
with a fucking bag
over your head.
-I don't want to die
at all, but if I got to go,
yeah, yeah, I choose the bag.
-Okay, it... it says it
takes 15 to 30 minutes
depending on weight,
and I got... I got six pills.
- Yeah, but I already took two.
- Yeah, so that...
That makes two, so that's...
That's eight, so that's four
times the prescribed dos...
That ought to do it.
- Okay.
I can't take them dry.
All right, sure.
-Just give them to him.
I got to go find a plastic bag.
There's got to be one
somewhere around here.
-This is insane. Okay.
Let's...
[ Pills clinking ]
Open up.
Swallow.
-Got to chew them.
Can't believe this
is really happening.
-Yeah.
-If Gladys had left that
"Admiral's Mistress" script
in the fucking trash...
I'd be doing "Mace of
Spades 2" right now.
Be going home,
watching TV in my slippers.
-All right, here's another one.
-My first wife, she wanted
me to go to Minneapolis,
get a job being a doctor.
Imagine that? I almost did it.
I almost fucking did
it. But no, I had to...
Had to get all hung up on
trying to prove to my dad
that I could make it
in the film business.
You ever been to Minneapolis?
- No.
- It's really nice.
This time of year,
it's really nice.
What happens, huh?
I just disappear now?
My kids are gonna think
that I-I gave up on them.
My dad won't even notice
until PG&E shuts off his power.
Serves him right.
-Last two.
-Yeah. Water.
[ Sighs ]
My kingdom for a glass of water.
Is that a hacksaw?
Hey! No, no, no, guys!
No! Guys, I'm claustrophobic!
Take it off! No! No!
Listen, listen! When I found out
the Feds were going after
you two guys, I was very upset!
You know, we approach
things differently,
but you have to admit,
we're a great team!
-Just relax, buddy.
-There's nothing I can
say that can change this?
-I'm afraid not.
-Okay. Okay.
[ Sighs ]
Then I got a favor to ask you.
-What's that?
-When Amara finds out
that I went to the Feds,
she's gonna think
everything was a lie.
Like how much I care about her.
But I wasn't lying about that.
-We'll tell her.
-I mean, she's...
She's a sociopath.
But if you put that aside,
she's a special person.
Oh.
Oh, painkillers.
I haven't been this high since
I had my wisdom teeth out.
-Plastic fucking bag?
Just making him suffer.
-Usually I would say no, but...
it's Rick.
His last request.
-How long you say it takes?
-15 to 30 minutes.
Gladys is gonna
lose her healthcare.
- What?
- Rick is her employer.
-When you change jobs,
the insurance carries over.
-Does it?
-Pretty sure.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Hi.
- Hey.
So, they're signing up parents
to host post-game dinners.
-Are they?
-Yeah, every Tuesdays
and Thursdays,
and I can't work
around Mom's schedule,
so are you okay
with hosting one?
The team comes over, eats pizza.
Super easy, that's it.
- Why not?
- Really?
That's great, Dad.
How about Thursday the 17th?
-I-I don't have my day
planner on me right now,
but I-I'm sure that's fine.
-It'll be super fun.
-I believe you.
-Thank you, okay?
I got to go. I love you.
-Love you, too, Shorty.
-How much you think
you get paid to work here?
I had a cousin who did
eight years at a sewage plant.
Now, that is a tough gig.
Can you tell if he's breathing?
He's not moving.
Well, guess it hasn't
been 15 minutes.
You okay?
-I've been fighting with Katie
over how much time I
get to spend with Emma.
Been telling her
she needs her father, you know?
Now I get to call her and say,
"Turns out I'm gonna be in
prison until Emma's in her 40s,
so don't worry about it."
- No, no, no,
don't... don't talk like that.
- Worst-case scenario...
- Stop.
- They hit us with RICO
or homicide, or someone flips.
-Rick said they got us
on laundering charges.
That's it.
- And if he's wrong?
-We've already
talked about this.
We either do the time,
or we run.
Those are our choices.
Just hold on. I'm
gonna go check on him.
-The Feds aren't after us.
They're after Amara.
They're after La Capotillo,
and they're hoping
to use my film project
to make those arrests.
So, really, we do have leverage.
-Only we're not
working for the Feds.
-I'm not suggesting we do.
Not exactly.
-Okay?
-What if we just
stay out of their way
while they build their case?
Tell them that we're not
gonna blow the whistle.
-Buddy...
I know things are tough,
but we got to keep
it together, okay?
You see Rick there
with a bag on his head?
That's what happens
when you work for the FBI.
You're either dead or
you're in Witness Protection,
which is worse.
You think Emma and Katie
are gonna come live with you
in Nebraska while you
work as a park ranger?
- No.
- [ Chuckles ]
Exactly.
Had me worried
there for a minute.
I mean, I get it. I mean, this
is... this is happening fast.
It's...
- What if we tell the FBI
to arrest us along
with everyone else,
and then down the road, they
can release us on a technicality?
-You called Rick
a spineless shite.
How's that different?
- I told you, I...
We're not going to
give them anything
that they don't already have.
- I'm done talking about this.
- No one will know.
- Don't.
-We'll demand full immunity.
We won't have to testify,
and we'll make the film.
-I can't be a fucking rat!
Even if it is just
looking the other way,
I can't do it.
Which means you
can't do it either, see?
What are you doing?
Stay away from that bag.
I fucking mean it!
No fucking way.
-I can see him breathing.
And I'm gonna make a deal.
So if I were you, I'd make
sure he's still breathing
when the Feds come.
-You're not going anywhere.
-You gonna shoot me, Lulu?
-No, I'm gonna shoot him,
and you can explain that
to the Feds, 'cause
we're in this together, pal.
I'll do it.
-That's on you, then.
[ Gunshot ]
-Buddy...
[ Gun cocks ]
you take one more step...
-This guy entered the
parking structure on foot
four minutes
before Rick drove in,
left two minutes
after he exited.
- We have an angle on his face?
- No.
- Okay.
- But this one's interesting.
This 2008 Dodge Avenger
drove in three cars behind Rick,
left one minute after he exited.
- Plates?
- California. We're running it.
A Subaru Outback...
-Go back to the
guy in the hoodie.
What's that by his leg?
- A railing?
- No, he's holding onto it.
-It's a cane.
-A cane.
[ Telephone ringing ]
- Oh, would you get that?
-It could be a cane, yeah.
-Yeah, it's definitely a cane
if you look down there. May I?
- Yes?
- Do you mind?
- No.
- Okay.
- Uh-huh.
- If we follow...
-Miles Daly asking to see you.
- Asking for me?
- Yes.
- By name?
- That's interesting.
-Okay. I'll take it in here.
-No.
I mean, he's here, in the lobby.
♪♪
-Hey, there.
-Afternoon.
-Tell me your name again?
-You know my name.
-Just, if you could spell it.
-You know how to spell it.
-What can I do for you?
-I asked to see a female
special agent named Dillard.
- Dillard with a "D"?
- If every time I say something,
you pretend that you
don't know how to spell it,
it's really gonna slow us down.
-What's this regarding?
-Your investigation of
Amara De Escalones
and the Capotillo cartel.
You're using my next film
project to bring them down,
and...
I'm okay with that, as long
as you can meet my terms.
-I'm not aware of
any investigation.
- Is she in there?
- Who?
-Agent Dillard.
Here's what I need.
Full immunity, in writing...
for myself and Louis Darnell.
Of course, you'll have to
arrest us with everybody else
and then cut us loose
without having to testify.
That's important.
My next movie, "Wylderness,"
we finish filming that
before you guys move in.
How's that sound?
-Um, so, first, as... as I said,
I'm not aware of
any investigation...
-Can I speak with
Agent Dillard, please?
-Just... Just wait. Um,
so, what makes you think
that the individuals
you mentioned
are under investigation?
Why is that? Uh...
♪♪
-All right. Okay.
-Uh, Mr. Daly?
-Oh, you do know my name?
[ Zips jacket ]
- Just hold... hold... hold on.
Just hold on a
second. Excuse me.
♪♪
-Mr. Daly?
- You Dillard?
- Mm. Clara.
-Miles.
I've heard so much about you.
- Let's talk.
-You gonna be more
helpful than your colleague?
'Cause I was just heading out.
-I wasn't going to mention it,
but you're actually
not free to leave.
Might as well talk. Please.
I got it.
-Think you heard what
we were discussing.
We all want the same thi...
- Where's Rick?
-We'll get to that.
-I need to start with that.
-He was doing all
right, last I saw him.
-Where?
-Can't remember.
-You've come to us, which I
consider an act of good faith,
so it wouldn't be
fair if I didn't tell you
what you're up against.
We have copies of
the LLC paperwork
of "The Admiral's Mistress"
with your signature,
security footage of you
with cash given to you
by Amara De Escalones
and then transported
across state lines.
We have transcripts of
eyewitness testimony.
And if you've tampered
with a Federal witness,
much as I would like to help...
- Rick is fine.
I can't discuss this any further
until I get full immunity for
myself and Louis Darnell.
-With the evidence
I've described,
do you think the Bureau
is gonna offer immunity?
-You haven't made
a single arrest.
Why is that?
What are you waiting for?
You tell the Bureau that I
convinced the fucking cartel
to run $30 million
through my film.
You get names, banks,
account numbers.
I'm the only one
who can pull that off.
But if you try and arrest me
or I leave here without a deal,
everyone from
Hollywood to Juárez
will know what you're up to.
-Sweetheart, work with us.
Don't try and
blackmail the Bureau.
I know the director
of the L.A. office.
He doesn't respond to
being pushed around.
-I'm thinking of this
as a collaboration.
-Films fall through,
and if this doesn't come to...
- It's already done.
-I'm saying if
something happens,
the Bureau will punish you,
and I won't be able to help.
-Clara, this is gonna
be a beautiful film.
Beautiful.
Wait until you see it.
-Excuse me.
♪♪
[ Door opens, closes ]
♪♪
♪♪
-[ Sighs ]
♪♪
♪♪
-[ Gasps ]
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪ It's a hard pill to swallow ♪
♪ And I know you
been doin' me wrong ♪
♪♪
♪ It's a hard pill to swallow ♪
♪ And I know you
been doin' me wrong ♪
♪♪
♪ It's so hard to leave you ♪
♪ And it's even
harder to be alone ♪
♪♪
♪ It's so hard to leave you ♪
♪ And it's even
harder to be alone ♪
♪♪
♪ It's so hard to leave you ♪
♪ And it's even
harder to be alone ♪
♪♪
♪ Whoa, yeah ♪
Quality.
-Marriage is a
serious commitment.
By the power vested in
me by the state of California,
I pronounce you married.
You may kiss your wife.
-Why not?
-Oh, shit.
What were you burning?
- Old photos.
-I'm making another movie.
It needs to be
privately financed.
How close are you with L.A.?
-You want me to
make an introduction.
-We believe and
our boss believes
you could be useful
down the road.
-So, what are we talking about?
- A wire.
- This button here
is a recording device.
-Oh, okay.
-We're gonna need you to
work with Miles on that project.
-No. Don't call me, okay?
Good luck with your
case and the next case!
-You should probably
lower your voice.
-Did you go to work today?
-Yeah. Yeah, why?
-Gladys said you never showed.
- I...
- Who was in the SUV?
Who do they work for?
[ Tires squeal ]
[ Crash ]
-You shot me?
[ Grunts ]
[ Cellphone ringing ]
- Yeah?
- Are you alone?
-Suggestive way to
start the phone call, Lou.
If I didn't know
you better, I'd...
-I got to talk to you
about something.
How soon can you be
at Fairfax and Jefferson?
- What, now?
- Yep.
-What's going on, man?
-It's better if I
tell you in person.
-Well, that doesn't sound good.
-So, there's a pay lot. It's
on the southeast corner.
It's by the locksmith.
I'm at the top, and
I'm in the brown van.
- Fairfax and...
- Jefferson.
-Lou, what the fuck is going on?
-I'll see you when you get here.
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
-What's the emergency then?
And why are you in the van?
-[ Muffled shouting ]
-Holy shit.
-[ Muffled shouting ]
- Is that Rick?
- Yeah.
Our friend here is
working for the Feds.
-[ Muffled shouting ]
-I saw him get in the
car with two agents.
I grabbed him at his
place. He made a run for it.
I put a slug in his shoulder.
I threw him in the back.
I cleaned up. I figured I
should get away from his house.
Where you going? What the...
♪♪
[ Can clatters ]
♪♪
[ Man shouting in distance ]
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
-Could you start again?
Everything after "Rick's
working with the Feds."
-He was meeting with
two agents in a parking lot...
-Yeah, got that.
-I didn't find a wire on him.
-Lovely.
-So, now I'm wondering...
do we call Amara?
- You know, we knew
that you were a spineless
piece of shite, but this? This?!
-Normally, we would call Amara,
but since we
introduced her to Rick...
-Come on.
-Maybe we don't mention it.
Just, you know...
-[ Muffled shouting ]
- take care of it on our own.
-[ Muffled shouting continues ]
-So we don't know what
he gave to the Feds?
-I didn't have time
to question him.
-We got to take him somewhere.
-Th... There's a
water-treatment facility
that Ed used as a stash house.
I think it's abandoned.
-Ed's not gonna walk in on us?
-I can't promise anything,
but it's safer than capping
Rick on fucking Fairfax.
-[ Muffled shouting ]
-What kind of bread was it?
Wow! And you helped make it?
Oh, you made it all by yourself.
I see.
Oh, was it delicious?
We can get a sight
line from there.
-We might.
-Because you have
to eat dinner, silly.
[ Chuckles ] Broccoli is fun.
It's... It's like little trees.
Hey. Hey, kiddo,
Gran-Gran's got to go,
but I get to see
you tomorrow, right?
Okay, I love you.
Bye-bye. [ Smooching ]
-You considering a
microwave transmitter?
-Oh, nicely intuitive.
-We'd need a
truck on the street.
-Or hardwire relay somewhere.
[ Woman speaking Arabic on TV ]
-Do you speak Arabic?
-Oh... sure.
-You know, last time, we had
an agent pose as an electrician.
-Which they figured out.
- Not right away.
- Oh, another thing...
If we could get eyes
on Rick Moreweather?
He seems to have
gone off the reservation.
-What'd he do?
-If you would just check on him.
-Of course.
And if you do decide
to pursue a transmitter,
I'd check sight lines from
the residence, and we...
She's taking a nap?
- It's a micro nap.
13 minutes, she can pull a
20-hour shift without coffee.
I'm trying to train
my body to do it,
but it's harder than you think.
♪♪
♪♪
-[ Grunts ]
♪♪
Okay, I'm gonna
check the side entrance.
It was open last time.
♪♪
♪♪
-I'm not gonna lie, Rick.
I'm very disappointed.
-[ Muffled grunting ]
-What's that? You're
gonna explain everything?
- [ Muffled grunting ]
- Yeah?
- [ Muffled grunting ]
- Oh, I'm sure you can.
[ Door slams ]
- Oh!
Okay, listen, can
we talk about this?
'Cause there's a lot of
things that I can clear up.
I don't blame you
for being upset.
If I saw the same
things that you guys saw,
I would draw the
same conclusion.
But I am not working
with the Feds.
-Rick?
-Are those guys that you
saw FBI? Yes, they are.
But that's the first time
that I talked to them.
And I told them, I said,
"I can't work with you.
There's nothing I can give you
'cause I would never
give up my friends."
-So you talked about us.
-No. No, what I-I told them
was that I don't know anything,
'cause I don't.
-Anything about what?
-Anything about anything.
I should've never went
to them in the first place.
Yes, I see that now. But I
was gonna tell you guys,
and then you came over,
and... you were very aggressive.
That whole Harpo Marx
thing, it... it made me nervous.
It made... [ Screams ]
[ Groans ]
Why would you do that?
It's not enough you
fucking shot me?!
-You're thinking to yourself,
"What can I say to save myself?"
And that's understandable.
But we know more
than you think we know,
and if you lie to us, Rick...
[ Sighs ]
despite it being unpleasant
for myself and Lulu here,
we'll simply have no choice
but to shoot you in the
fucking head this time.
You with me?
You understand?
-Uh-huh.
-Now, what exactly do
the Feds have on us?
-They want Amara.
They think that she killed
some of her ex-boyfriends
or business partners, I guess.
But they never said that
either one of you were involved.
-How long have you
been talking to them?
-They approached me, okay?
All right? It was before
production started.
-Who's "they"?
-Uh, the main lady is
some Special Agent Dillard.
-Did Dillard ask anything
about "The Admiral's Mistress"?
-They had questions
about the cash.
-What did you say?
-They know that we didn't
put Amara's cash on the books.
-Did you show them the books?
- Yeah.
- And there it is.
Money laundering, you...
-Fuck me!
[ Thunk ]
-What else do they know?
-A little woozy here from you
squeezing my gunshot wound.
- Rick!
- Listen,
I'm sorry, but it's
hard to think straight
when you're in agonizing pain.
Maybe getting shot's not
a big thing for you guys,
but this is the
first time for me.
-Slug went in and
out, and I disinfected it.
-With Chardonnay.
He poured Chardonnay on it!
-Whatever. Here.
-What's that?
-Hydrocodone.
It's like, uh, Vicodin.
-You just carry those
around with you?
-I have my own medical issues.
Here, stick your tongue out.
- Ah.
- Don't bite me.
- [ Gulps ]
- Are we ready?
Rick, what else
do the Feds know?
And don't you dare
fucking say "nothing."
-They know about the
driver getting shot in Nevada.
The set burning down.
The hillbillies in Big Bear.
- Hillbillies?
-The neighbors that were
at my father's summer place.
You weren't there for that.
-Have you ever worn a wire?
- I mean, yeah.
- You did?
-But nobody talks business
around me, nobody.
-Did you wear it for
specific conversations
or every day?
- Most days.
- Jesus Christ.
-Yeah, there's a
recording device
in one of these coat buttons.
-That coat?
-You're wearing a wire now?
You said you checked!
-Why didn't you
fucking tell me?!
-Oh, when, when? The
five seconds between
when you shot me and
put tape on my mouth?
-Which button?
-The top right pocket.
-Can they hear us now?
-Yes! Yes!
The Feds are
listening to us right now.
So, if anything happens to me...
-Check him for a battery.
-I mean, the Feds, they're
probably moving in right now...
Right now as we speak.
So you, look, let me go.
I'll put in a good word for you.
- Nothing.
- Nothing?
Which means
there's no transmitter.
Which means they need
the coat to get the data.
-No, no, no, no,
no. They told me.
They told me...
[ Spits ]
-You remember
what we said earlier
about us preferring the truth?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-How long you been
wearing this thing?
-I started to record
on my phone,
and... and that didn't work.
So they gave me the... The
button a couple weeks ago.
-Were you wearing it when
we spoke about the next project,
"Wylderness"?
Fuck me!
-Feds wanted me to take on
a-a whole new investigation.
Go after the cartel.
And I said, "Count me out."
-Cartel?
They said the word "cartel"?
-Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah. That's not you.
-They never mentioned us
in connection with
drug trafficking?
-No. Why would they?
-Or homicide?
-You're not killers.
-So, it's just laundering.
-That's all they
need to put us away.
It's all they fucking need!
[ Clattering ]
-Guys, guys, I'm sorry.
It's a bad situation
all around here.
I know you're probably
thinking, "Is Rick gonna testify?"
No, he's not.
If I get on a plane tonight,
I'm out of the country.
Never see me again.
Huh? Huh? You
never see me again.
Right? I just vanish.
-Yeah. You'll vanish, all right.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Unknown number.
Anyone looking for you, Rick?
- Maybe.
- Who's that?
-Supposed to go
to Amara's after.
[ Cellphone continues ringing ]
-Don't say a fucking word.
Hello?
- Is this Miles?
- Who's this?
-Herb Clark, calling from
the Clark Photo Center.
You called about a photo we
developed, e-mailed me a copy?
-Right. Yeah, thanks
for calling me back.
-This a good time?
-Oh, it's a perfect time.
-I'm looking at the photo.
I'm afraid I don't
recall this one.
-I just thought because it's an
unusual photo, maybe you'd...
-Oh, we work with thousands
of studio photographers,
and I'm hazy on
the '90s generally,
other than they were fun.
Hey, anything
printed on the back?
-Could you just hold
on a minute, Herb?
It's just, uh, the date and
the address of your store.
-I wish I could help.
-Well, thanks for trying.
-You bet.
-What's that?
-What's what, you rat fuck?
-Looks like Debra
Schaffer's kids.
- Miles, can we, uh...
- Hold on.
Debra Schaffer the actress?
- Yeah.
- Miles!
-Yeah.
-We got to decide
what we're doing.
-Yeah.
-[ Sighs ] Do we tell
Amara about Rick?
-I mean, we can't
just set him free.
He's a Federal fucking witness.
- Agreed.
-Angry as I am,
the thought of Peewee working
on him with his blowtorch...
-The guy from Tucson.
Couple years ago,
Amara's ex-boyfriend?
The... The turquoise guy...
-Oh, God, that was horrible.
The fucking stink of it.
- But like I was saying before,
Amara could blame us
for introducing her to Rick.
Yeah.
-It's better we take
care of this ourselves.
-Let her think that
he just disappeared.
-Went into the Witness
Protection Program.
-That's what she'll think.
-So...
- Sooner we do it, the better.
- Yeah.
-I mean,
somebody's probably
looking for him...
The Feds, Amara.
-Fucking rat.
-We got no choice.
-Anyone know that you
were with him today?
-No, I was careful.
[ Click ]
- The f...
♪♪
♪♪
- What? What's going on?
- Shh!
You said this place
was abandoned.
-I've only been here a night.
-That would've been
useful information.
[ Indistinct conversation ]
-There.
If you make a noise, if
you try to get their attention
in any way...
- I get it, I get it.
-We're out in the open here.
-We could hide behind there.
-In there.
-What do we do about him?
-Have to carry him.
-Oh, I weigh...
No, no, I'm heavy.
- One, two.
- I'm very heavy.
- One, two, three.
-Easy.
[ Indistinct conversation ]
-Easy, guys. Easy. Easy.
Easy, guys. Come on.
- Shh, shh, shh.
-Careful. All right.
-Put him down.
[ Water sloshes ]
-Water on the floor.
-Watch for any
wires... Exposed wires.
-Oh, shit.
-Ohh.
- Shh!
- Fuck all, this is creepy.
[ Whirring in distance ]
-Sounds like a forklift.
-Well, there's
only three of them.
-Well, I hope they leave
before they see our van.
-Oh, shit. If they find us...
-We'll handle it.
-'Cause that's all we need...
Three more bodies.
-Three more? What
do you mean "more"?
-Here.
-Oh, it's a boiler room.
-Guys, I'm feeling a
little nauseous here.
-It's probably the painkillers.
-Hey, Rick.
Rick.
How did you know those
were Debra Schaffer's kids?
-What, the picture?
I don't know.
I don't know. I could be wrong.
Debra had tigers,
and she'd let her kids play with
them like they were house cats.
It was in the magazines
back in the day.
-The daughter, was
her name Jinny?
-Oh, I don't know.
-How about, um...
What's Jinny short for?
- Virginia?
- How about Virginia?
-Yeah. Yeah, yeah,
that rings a bell.
-What are you talking about?
-The girl from the motel,
I thought maybe that
was a photo of her as a kid.
-Did you hook up with her?
-No.
-But you want to?
-Maybe we can
talk about this later.
-Rick says the Feds have got
us on laundering, which is bad.
But if that's all they've got
on us, white-collar crime?
I mean, we're looking at
two, maybe three years,
and with good behavior,
we're out in one.
-Best-case scenario.
-Yeah, but
worst-case scenario...
- Let's not go there.
- Okay, well,
then our only other
option would be to run for it.
Ecuador...
has no extradition treaty.
Can we drive to Ecuador?
'Cause I don't have a passport.
-You haven't been
out of the country?
- When would I have done that?
- That's just sad.
-Look, not everybody's
a world traveler.
My uncle never left Nye
County until he was 60,
and that's because
he got bronchitis.
-Lulu, I can't go on the
run. I did it once years ago.
I can't do it again.
I can't leave Emma.
-I can't, either. Leave
the wife and kid.
That's not right.
-Wife?
-You know what I mean.
-Is that a figurative
expression?
Because it's not
one I've heard before.
- I mean, it... it's complicated.
- Hold on.
You did propose.
Did she say yes?
- [ Sighs ]
Not immediately.
- Oh, my God.
-It's supposed to
be a secret, okay?
- Jesus Christ.
- I'm not even supposed...
[ Machine whirs ]
-What is that?
-I think they turned
on the furnace.
Ah, yeah, it's already hot.
And when exactly
did you get married?
-I just told you it's a secret.
-Huh? What?
-Rick won't say anything.
Lulu and Gladys had a bit of an
onset romance back in Nevada.
-Gladys? Whoa, whoa, my Gladys?
No. Come on.
-Oh, and he knocked her up.
- Jesus!
- No.
-And it turns out now they only
went and got fucking married.
-Oh, no, you're just
screwing with me now.
G-Gladys would've told me this.
- It's just a trial run.
I mean, we're not
married married.
-Oh, I see. I didn't realize there
were degrees of matrimony.
-You got her pregnant?!
[ Muffled conversation ]
-Shh.
Hold on.
Get the door.
[ Muffled conversation
continues ]
- [ Muffled ] This one?
- [ Muffled ] That's it.
- Where is it?
- Right here.
-Not a fucking sound.
-[ Muffled ] I think
it's through this one.
-[ Muffled ] Yeah, it's
on the other side of...
-[ Louder ] Yeah, we
should check, but, uh...
-[ Louder ] Okay,
let me take a look.
-And would you to call forensics
back and push for an ETA?
Then check traffic cams,
LADOT, and Caltrans.
Thanks, love. Anything on Rick?
-Not at his place or his
office. Is everything all right?
-We checked the
tracker on Rick's car.
Found it parked 4
blocks from his house,
driver's side window shot out.
Someone pulled a
slug from the backrest.
Bloodstain on the seat.
- Rick's blood?
- We're checking.
-And would you gather
surveillance on Rick's house,
Amara's house, and
the parking garage?
-The... The garage?
-Where we met with him
right before he went missing?
-Got it, yes.
Uh... was I supposed to
check the tracker on his car?
-Next time, that would be great.
-Guess Amara's single again.
♪♪
-When we first saw
Rick, he was frightened.
I told him we would
use all our resources
to make sure he
wouldn't get hurt.
-I'm sorry.
It's just graveyard humor.
-Would you check
that surveillance?
♪♪
Can I see that transcript again?
I appreciate that. Thank you.
[ Conversation fades ]
-I think we're good.
[ Gun clicks ]
-Is it just me, or did it
get really fucking hot?
-It's the furnace.
-[ Sighs ] I'm sweating.
-Yeah, I'd take my jacket
off, but I'm zip-tied to a chair.
-Your comfort is not
our utmost concern.
-[ Sighs ]
Does Gladys know
this part of what you do?
-Not currently.
-What does that mean?
-Nothing, it's just...
lying to your wife
is frowned upon
by the Church of
Latter-Day Saints.
I'm not saying it's realistic.
- Take it from me, man.
Honesty is not the foundation
of a healthy relationship.
-That's a bit cynical.
-Says a man who's spying
on his girlfriend for the FBI.
-Well, I guess if
I'm going to prison,
she's gonna find
out sooner or later.
I just hope she keeps the kid.
-I don't know if you
guys remember.
But I, uh... I got kids,
Kevin and Marci.
Yeah, if anything
happened to me,
it'd be hard on them.
-Never seen you
with your kids, Rick.
-Or heard you talk about them.
-Well, we're not as
close as I want to be.
That makes it even harder...
Losing your father
before you have time
to patch things up with him.
-Oh, it's getting
hard to breathe.
-Yeah, me, too. Could we
crack the door open, guys, huh?
Could we... Just a little?
- Shh.
-I'm gonna pass out here.
-Well, do it quietly.
-Hey.
When, uh... When you were...
talking about being
on the run before,
you mean from Ireland?
-What about it?
-You just, you know,
never told me before.
I...
- No.
I was young and
thought I was pretty tough.
Made a mess of things,
and I had to leave.
[ Cellphone chimes ]
I could go back now,
but nobody'd be
too happy to see me.
Yago.
- Yago?
-No.
- What?
- Shit.
L.A. said they'd put the
money up for the movie.
-You went to L.A. for
that? I begged you not to.
-It doesn't matter now, does it?
-Guess not.
-This was it, man.
This was the one.
Now it's not even a
movie. It's a sting operation
thanks to this cunt.
- It's so hot, man.
- Shut your yap.
-Yeah, okay, you're over there.
I'm 5 feet from this boiler.
- And if you don't shut up,
I will tie you to
the boiler face first.
-Easy.
-What's with you, man?
-$30 million in financing
and a brilliant fucking book,
but what would you know
about that?
- Keep it down.
-'Cause you make
movies about giant squid.
- Okay.
- Alien fucking spiders.
- Fuck you.
- Fuck me?
-You think I would have
worked on "Admiral's Mistress"
if I knew what I
was getting into?
You're why I'm
mixed up in all this,
why the Feds are after
me. It's your fucking fault!
-[ Whispering ] Quiet!
-No forklift.
-No voices.
Let's check.
- I'll turn off the lights.
You get the door.
-[ Sighs ] Oh, that breeze.
- No lights on out here.
- All right, let's look.
-Guys, don't leave
me in here, guys.
Hey. No, no, no.
[ Door shuts ] Guys.
-They're gone.
-Let's get Rick.
-Wait.
We got to get this over with.
Who's gonna do it?
-Odds or evens?
-Odds.
-Once, twice, thrice.
Fuck!
- [ Sighs ]
-Not in the boiler room.
-There's a drain right here.
-Grab the stuff.
♪♪
♪♪
-Oh, fresh air.
Whew! It's... It's bad in there.
Like the surface of the sun.
What's with the tarp here, huh?
Oh. Hold on, hold
on. No, no, no. No, no.
Hold on, hold on.
No. No! Not like this!
Please, not a bullet! No!
I want the Hemlock
Society method, please.
Not a bullet!
- Wait.
- What?
- What's the Hemlock Society?
- Don't draw this out.
- No, no, I saw it.
I saw it on "60 Minutes."
It's the easiest
way to kill yourself.
Just... Just pills
and a plastic bag.
-We have neither of those.
-I got pills.
- You fucking kidding me?
- Guys, come on, come on.
All that we've been through?
Let me just... Let me
choose how I do this.
-I mean, why not? If
that's what he wants...
-It's... It's... It's online.
There's instructions.
-Please don't Google that.
-It's all right. It's a burner.
-The browsers take
forever on those things.
-Okay, is it hemlock
like the plant?
-Exactly, yeah.
Yeah, I saw it on TV.
And I-I just thought
if I got to go, that's
the way I want to do it.
-Oh, okay, here it is. I got it.
"Just make sure you
leave room in the plastic bag
to keep away from your face.
The goal is slowly passing away
from carbon dioxide poisoning,
creating a sleepy,
lightheaded feeling...
- What the...
- that gives way to
unconsciousness.
If the pills fail to cause
terminal overdose,
the plastic bag ensures
that you don't survive
in a damaged state."
-Mm, yeah, I can see
why you'd prefer that.
That sounds lovely.
What are you doing?
- I'm checking my pills.
-Rick, you don't want to die
with a fucking bag
over your head.
-I don't want to die
at all, but if I got to go,
yeah, yeah, I choose the bag.
-Okay, it... it says it
takes 15 to 30 minutes
depending on weight,
and I got... I got six pills.
- Yeah, but I already took two.
- Yeah, so that...
That makes two, so that's...
That's eight, so that's four
times the prescribed dos...
That ought to do it.
- Okay.
I can't take them dry.
All right, sure.
-Just give them to him.
I got to go find a plastic bag.
There's got to be one
somewhere around here.
-This is insane. Okay.
Let's...
[ Pills clinking ]
Open up.
Swallow.
-Got to chew them.
Can't believe this
is really happening.
-Yeah.
-If Gladys had left that
"Admiral's Mistress" script
in the fucking trash...
I'd be doing "Mace of
Spades 2" right now.
Be going home,
watching TV in my slippers.
-All right, here's another one.
-My first wife, she wanted
me to go to Minneapolis,
get a job being a doctor.
Imagine that? I almost did it.
I almost fucking did
it. But no, I had to...
Had to get all hung up on
trying to prove to my dad
that I could make it
in the film business.
You ever been to Minneapolis?
- No.
- It's really nice.
This time of year,
it's really nice.
What happens, huh?
I just disappear now?
My kids are gonna think
that I-I gave up on them.
My dad won't even notice
until PG&E shuts off his power.
Serves him right.
-Last two.
-Yeah. Water.
[ Sighs ]
My kingdom for a glass of water.
Is that a hacksaw?
Hey! No, no, no, guys!
No! Guys, I'm claustrophobic!
Take it off! No! No!
Listen, listen! When I found out
the Feds were going after
you two guys, I was very upset!
You know, we approach
things differently,
but you have to admit,
we're a great team!
-Just relax, buddy.
-There's nothing I can
say that can change this?
-I'm afraid not.
-Okay. Okay.
[ Sighs ]
Then I got a favor to ask you.
-What's that?
-When Amara finds out
that I went to the Feds,
she's gonna think
everything was a lie.
Like how much I care about her.
But I wasn't lying about that.
-We'll tell her.
-I mean, she's...
She's a sociopath.
But if you put that aside,
she's a special person.
Oh.
Oh, painkillers.
I haven't been this high since
I had my wisdom teeth out.
-Plastic fucking bag?
Just making him suffer.
-Usually I would say no, but...
it's Rick.
His last request.
-How long you say it takes?
-15 to 30 minutes.
Gladys is gonna
lose her healthcare.
- What?
- Rick is her employer.
-When you change jobs,
the insurance carries over.
-Does it?
-Pretty sure.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Hi.
- Hey.
So, they're signing up parents
to host post-game dinners.
-Are they?
-Yeah, every Tuesdays
and Thursdays,
and I can't work
around Mom's schedule,
so are you okay
with hosting one?
The team comes over, eats pizza.
Super easy, that's it.
- Why not?
- Really?
That's great, Dad.
How about Thursday the 17th?
-I-I don't have my day
planner on me right now,
but I-I'm sure that's fine.
-It'll be super fun.
-I believe you.
-Thank you, okay?
I got to go. I love you.
-Love you, too, Shorty.
-How much you think
you get paid to work here?
I had a cousin who did
eight years at a sewage plant.
Now, that is a tough gig.
Can you tell if he's breathing?
He's not moving.
Well, guess it hasn't
been 15 minutes.
You okay?
-I've been fighting with Katie
over how much time I
get to spend with Emma.
Been telling her
she needs her father, you know?
Now I get to call her and say,
"Turns out I'm gonna be in
prison until Emma's in her 40s,
so don't worry about it."
- No, no, no,
don't... don't talk like that.
- Worst-case scenario...
- Stop.
- They hit us with RICO
or homicide, or someone flips.
-Rick said they got us
on laundering charges.
That's it.
- And if he's wrong?
-We've already
talked about this.
We either do the time,
or we run.
Those are our choices.
Just hold on. I'm
gonna go check on him.
-The Feds aren't after us.
They're after Amara.
They're after La Capotillo,
and they're hoping
to use my film project
to make those arrests.
So, really, we do have leverage.
-Only we're not
working for the Feds.
-I'm not suggesting we do.
Not exactly.
-Okay?
-What if we just
stay out of their way
while they build their case?
Tell them that we're not
gonna blow the whistle.
-Buddy...
I know things are tough,
but we got to keep
it together, okay?
You see Rick there
with a bag on his head?
That's what happens
when you work for the FBI.
You're either dead or
you're in Witness Protection,
which is worse.
You think Emma and Katie
are gonna come live with you
in Nebraska while you
work as a park ranger?
- No.
- [ Chuckles ]
Exactly.
Had me worried
there for a minute.
I mean, I get it. I mean, this
is... this is happening fast.
It's...
- What if we tell the FBI
to arrest us along
with everyone else,
and then down the road, they
can release us on a technicality?
-You called Rick
a spineless shite.
How's that different?
- I told you, I...
We're not going to
give them anything
that they don't already have.
- I'm done talking about this.
- No one will know.
- Don't.
-We'll demand full immunity.
We won't have to testify,
and we'll make the film.
-I can't be a fucking rat!
Even if it is just
looking the other way,
I can't do it.
Which means you
can't do it either, see?
What are you doing?
Stay away from that bag.
I fucking mean it!
No fucking way.
-I can see him breathing.
And I'm gonna make a deal.
So if I were you, I'd make
sure he's still breathing
when the Feds come.
-You're not going anywhere.
-You gonna shoot me, Lulu?
-No, I'm gonna shoot him,
and you can explain that
to the Feds, 'cause
we're in this together, pal.
I'll do it.
-That's on you, then.
[ Gunshot ]
-Buddy...
[ Gun cocks ]
you take one more step...
-This guy entered the
parking structure on foot
four minutes
before Rick drove in,
left two minutes
after he exited.
- We have an angle on his face?
- No.
- Okay.
- But this one's interesting.
This 2008 Dodge Avenger
drove in three cars behind Rick,
left one minute after he exited.
- Plates?
- California. We're running it.
A Subaru Outback...
-Go back to the
guy in the hoodie.
What's that by his leg?
- A railing?
- No, he's holding onto it.
-It's a cane.
-A cane.
[ Telephone ringing ]
- Oh, would you get that?
-It could be a cane, yeah.
-Yeah, it's definitely a cane
if you look down there. May I?
- Yes?
- Do you mind?
- No.
- Okay.
- Uh-huh.
- If we follow...
-Miles Daly asking to see you.
- Asking for me?
- Yes.
- By name?
- That's interesting.
-Okay. I'll take it in here.
-No.
I mean, he's here, in the lobby.
♪♪
-Hey, there.
-Afternoon.
-Tell me your name again?
-You know my name.
-Just, if you could spell it.
-You know how to spell it.
-What can I do for you?
-I asked to see a female
special agent named Dillard.
- Dillard with a "D"?
- If every time I say something,
you pretend that you
don't know how to spell it,
it's really gonna slow us down.
-What's this regarding?
-Your investigation of
Amara De Escalones
and the Capotillo cartel.
You're using my next film
project to bring them down,
and...
I'm okay with that, as long
as you can meet my terms.
-I'm not aware of
any investigation.
- Is she in there?
- Who?
-Agent Dillard.
Here's what I need.
Full immunity, in writing...
for myself and Louis Darnell.
Of course, you'll have to
arrest us with everybody else
and then cut us loose
without having to testify.
That's important.
My next movie, "Wylderness,"
we finish filming that
before you guys move in.
How's that sound?
-Um, so, first, as... as I said,
I'm not aware of
any investigation...
-Can I speak with
Agent Dillard, please?
-Just... Just wait. Um,
so, what makes you think
that the individuals
you mentioned
are under investigation?
Why is that? Uh...
♪♪
-All right. Okay.
-Uh, Mr. Daly?
-Oh, you do know my name?
[ Zips jacket ]
- Just hold... hold... hold on.
Just hold on a
second. Excuse me.
♪♪
-Mr. Daly?
- You Dillard?
- Mm. Clara.
-Miles.
I've heard so much about you.
- Let's talk.
-You gonna be more
helpful than your colleague?
'Cause I was just heading out.
-I wasn't going to mention it,
but you're actually
not free to leave.
Might as well talk. Please.
I got it.
-Think you heard what
we were discussing.
We all want the same thi...
- Where's Rick?
-We'll get to that.
-I need to start with that.
-He was doing all
right, last I saw him.
-Where?
-Can't remember.
-You've come to us, which I
consider an act of good faith,
so it wouldn't be
fair if I didn't tell you
what you're up against.
We have copies of
the LLC paperwork
of "The Admiral's Mistress"
with your signature,
security footage of you
with cash given to you
by Amara De Escalones
and then transported
across state lines.
We have transcripts of
eyewitness testimony.
And if you've tampered
with a Federal witness,
much as I would like to help...
- Rick is fine.
I can't discuss this any further
until I get full immunity for
myself and Louis Darnell.
-With the evidence
I've described,
do you think the Bureau
is gonna offer immunity?
-You haven't made
a single arrest.
Why is that?
What are you waiting for?
You tell the Bureau that I
convinced the fucking cartel
to run $30 million
through my film.
You get names, banks,
account numbers.
I'm the only one
who can pull that off.
But if you try and arrest me
or I leave here without a deal,
everyone from
Hollywood to Juárez
will know what you're up to.
-Sweetheart, work with us.
Don't try and
blackmail the Bureau.
I know the director
of the L.A. office.
He doesn't respond to
being pushed around.
-I'm thinking of this
as a collaboration.
-Films fall through,
and if this doesn't come to...
- It's already done.
-I'm saying if
something happens,
the Bureau will punish you,
and I won't be able to help.
-Clara, this is gonna
be a beautiful film.
Beautiful.
Wait until you see it.
-Excuse me.
♪♪
[ Door opens, closes ]
♪♪
♪♪
-[ Sighs ]
♪♪
♪♪
-[ Gasps ]
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪ It's a hard pill to swallow ♪
♪ And I know you
been doin' me wrong ♪
♪♪
♪ It's a hard pill to swallow ♪
♪ And I know you
been doin' me wrong ♪
♪♪
♪ It's so hard to leave you ♪
♪ And it's even
harder to be alone ♪
♪♪
♪ It's so hard to leave you ♪
♪ And it's even
harder to be alone ♪
♪♪
♪ It's so hard to leave you ♪
♪ And it's even
harder to be alone ♪
♪♪
♪ Whoa, yeah ♪
Quality.