Hap and Leonard (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 2 - Ticking Mojo - full transcript

Hap and Florida schemes to free Leonard from a dire situation; odd clues bring Hap and Leanord to a cryptic person of interest in the case.

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(Leonard Pine) Previously
on "Hap and Leonard"...

What the hell is Chester doing with
a dead kid's body under his house?

- Hey, officer?
- Yeah?

There's somethin' we should show ya.

(siren wailing)

(Leonard) What is wrong with you?

Hey, hey!

Leonard, help me keep
him out of the system.

Please.

I found a dead body
under Chester's floor.

I called the cops and reported it.



I did the right thing!

It's not Chester's floor. It's yours.

Leonard Pine...

you're gonna take a little
trip down to the station.

♪♪

[Creaking in distance]

[Gasps]

♪♪

♪♪

[Breathing heavily]

[Door creaks]

♪♪

[Breathing heavily]

♪♪



♪♪

[Dramatic music playing]

♪♪

- [Rustling]
- [Gasps]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[Vehicle passes]

♪♪

Aah!

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Number two, step back.

Number three, step forward.

♪♪

Take your hat off.

♪♪

Say "cheese."

♪♪

That's the man you saw
with Chester Pine?

That's him, sure as I'm born.

♪♪

[Glove snaps]

♪♪

[Camera shutter clicks]

Damn shoulder. [Grunts]

All right, damn it.

[Door creaks shut]

[Grunts]

They have a witness.

[Scoffs] Bullshit.

Claims to have seen you and Chester
carrying a body into Chester's cellar.

I'm the one told 'e
where the body was at.

Why would I tell them myself?
Don't make no damn sense.

They think you're the partner
Chester's talking about.

What's he facing here?

Accessory after the fact.

Carries a sentence of 5 to 10.

- Ooh.
- Leonard, I have to ask.

Where were you the night
of September the 9, 1986?

This guy said he saw me
do this two years ago?

Why'd he get me up now fo'?

Maybe 'cause you pissed on his face?

Melton.

If Melton is their witness,
their case is definitely weak.

All I have to do is put the
Reverend and MeMaw on the stand,

say what they see coming in
and out of that house of his.

[Lowered voice] You gotta
get me outta here, Florida.

I will, first thing Monday.

Monday?! [Lowered voice] I
can't stay in here till then.

You don't have a choice.

Can you just keep your
head low until then, huh?

[Sighs] Hmm.

You heard her.

I ain't got no choice.

It makes my stomach
flip leaving him here.

I know things don't look good right now.

- [Telephone ringing]
- They think Chester's a murderer.

They think Leonard helped.
It's nonsense.

Proving it shouldn't be too hard.

Well, then we need to
get to work proving it.

Come on.

[Indistinct conversations]

Jesus.

[Indistinct conversations]

♪♪

Ladies?

Ladies.

I know y'all been
hoping for some answers

about your missing boys,
but I don't have any.

We just don't know whose child this is.

They're still working
to identify the body.

Until we got something
concrete, I'm real sorry.

Woman: You've been sorry for years!

But the best thing you can do is
go on home and get some rest,

and I'll call you when there's news.

You ain't never call us!

- Woman: You know she lying.
- This ain't right.

One of these women could be BB's mom.

Officer: I said I'd call you.

[Door opens]

[Indistinct conversations]

Ladies? Ladies, good evening.

My name is Hap... Hap Collins.

- [Door closes]
- I'd like to talk to you about your sons.

- Why?
- What interest you got?

- Yeah.
- Ladies, we have reason to believe

that the police department
is up to no good here.

Police ain't done shit
about our missing kids.

- [All speaking at once]
- That's why we want to talk to you.

- Who you?
- Woman: Mm-hmm.

Florida Grange, attorney at law.

All right, girl.

All right, well, where you
are, I'll talk to you.

Tell me about your boy.

He liked to play basketball.

- Where is that mouth?
- He was a saint.

Rode a skateboard like
nothing you've ever seen.

Get hisself from one side of town

to the other in 10 minutes flat.

His initials, they weren't BB,
by any chance, were they?

His name is Joshua Henry.

- Brandon Carter.
- LeShawn Simms.

Jesse Walter Johnson.

Dexter Clay.

[Exhales deeply] I miss
him every day I breathe.

It ain't right, a mother not knowing

where her boy is or
what happened to him.

- I can only imagine.
- You don't know how much

it hurts to ask for help,

and you get a door slammed in your face.

No cop ever come around
and ask about my boy,

only you and that old man.

- What old man?
- Acting all official.

I knew he wasn't what he
said he was, but I was...

I was desperate for any
help he was offering.

Remember his name?

Never forget it.

His name is Chester Pine.

- Chester Pine.
- Chester Pine.

- Chester Pine.
- Chester Pine.

- Chester Pine.
- Chester Pine.

- Chester Pine.
- Chester Pine.

[Voices echoing] Chester Pine.

You let me know if you find anything.

Please, will you do that for me?
I'd be most grateful.

Of course.

[Cue hits billiard ball]

[Blues music playing]

Bad enough to lose your child...

not to know what happened to him...

♪♪

[Billiard balls clack]

[Sighs] You ever think
about having kids, Hap?

You're assuming I don't
already have 'em.

Oh.

♪♪

I don't.

What's the matter? Not the father type?

Guess it's just, never met
a woman thought I was.

♪♪

What about you?

No.

♪♪

Why not?

♪♪

I, uh...

I go to sleep thinking about
case files of black women

who became victims just because
they're black and a woman.

I wake up thinking about

all the black men in
jail who are innocent.

♪♪

I don't have enough room in my
head to think about having kids.

Damn, you're beautiful.

And you're corny.

[Laughs] Dumbass.

[Scoffs]

[Sighs] Every single one of
those women knew Chester.

Guess I had him figured all wrong.

I never heard him say or do
a nice thing for anyone.

He put me through law school.

Kidding me.

And here I thought he was
my own personal miracle.

♪♪

What if I was wrong?

I mean, I hate to think it,
but that's what they do.

Who?

Child predators.

They perform acts of
kindness for kids to deflect

from what they're really doing.

- Oh, shit.
- Yeah.

♪♪

You going?

Got church in the mornin'.

What does Jesus think of you drinking?

My Jesus only knows what I tell him.

Maybe you'll inspire
me to find the Lord.

Huh. Well, don't count
on me to save you.

- Good night, Hap.
- Good night.

♪♪

Thank you.

♪♪

[Billiard balls clack]

Leonard Pine.

Visiting hours 11 to 1,
Monday through Friday.

Well, you know, Leonard Pine's my...
my good buddy.

He's my best buddy, and he needs me,

but more than me, he...
he needs these wafers.

Conjugal visits can only be
arranged through the warden.

[Telephone ringing in distance]

[Door creaks]

[Thud]

[Thud]

[Seat scrapes floor]

Got some things about this case
been making my brain itch.

Hopin' you'd do me the
honor of clarifying.

♪♪

Come on, now. You're a nice girl.

It's undeniable.

You got a cute little thing going on

in the corner of your mouth.

You smell like my ex-boyfriend.

Yeah. That a good thing?

Wild Turkey Number 9.

Now, make tracks before I
throw you in the drunk tank.

Oh, come on now.

I ain't foolin' with you, smelly.

I thought we had
something going on here.

[Thud]

[Thud]

[Thud]

[Grunts]

♪♪

[Thud]

♪♪

[Click]

You and your uncle liked the
little boys, don't you?

Now, I know you don't mean to hurt 'em,

but you just can't help yourself.

Isn't that right, Leonard?

I got a knot in my shoulder.

A little to the left next time.

[Click]

♪♪

[Thud] [Grunts]

- Sneed! What the hell are you doing?
- Detective.

I was just talkin' to him.

♪♪

Get your ass outta here.

♪♪

[organ music playing]

[Rhythmic clapping, vocalizing]

♪ Lift me up ♪

♪ Washed in the blood of Jesus ♪

♪ Lift me up ♪

♪ Washed in the blood of the Lord ♪

♪ Lift me up ♪

♪ Washed in the blood of Jesus ♪

♪ Lift me up ♪

♪ Washed in the blood of the Lord ♪

♪ If I had a thousand tongues ♪

♪ Couldn't say enough... ♪

[Organ plays chords, music stops]

[Person coughs]

Hallelujah, y'all.

[Murmuring]

Ma'am.

[Clears throat]

A good Sunday to you, Sister Florida.

May I?

Oh. Thank you.

And this whole pew, y'all got
to scoot on down to the end.

Make Hap welcome.

Thank you, MeMaw.

My grandmother, always
showing us the way.

Welcome, Brother Hap.

Thank you, Reverend.

[Murmuring]

[Organ resumes playing]

♪ Lift me up ♪

♪ Washed in the blood of Jesus ♪

♪ Lift me up ♪

♪ Washed in the blood of the Lord ♪

♪ Lift me up ♪

All right, let's see here.

[Woman speaking indistinctly over PA]

That's a pretty bad fall, huh?

That what you told 'em?

Yeah.

Real bad fall.

Well, sit tight, and we will get
you out of here in a jiffy.

- Take your time. [Grunts]
- Easy.

- Lucille?
- Yeah.

Take a smoke break.

- Are you sure?
- I got you.

[PA system beeps, woman
speaking indistinctly]

Mr. Pine.

Looks like you really did
a number on yourself

this time, huh?

You two know each other?

- Repeat customer.
- Repeat customer.

Three months ago,

he came in here riddled
with bullets, and now...

now this fall, hmm.

How's your nephew?

- Nephew?
- Ivan, your nephew.

How's he doing, Mr. Pine?

You about done here, nurse?

I gotta get him back
down to the station.

Yeah, I'm done.

Thank you.

I'm sure that you have all heard by now

that the young soul whose body was found

across the street from
our grandmother's.

- [Congregation murmuring]
- We do not know his name.

We do not know what evil delivered him

- to the other side of life.
- [Murmuring]

How the devil may have
had his way with him.

- [Murmuring]
- For our heartbroken...

- [Murmuring]
- Feel stranded.

- Yes. Yes.
- Abandoned.

By a sheriff's department
that continues to ignore...

- Good morning, Reverend.
- Reverend.

Sheriff Valentine, welcome.

Always appreciate the hospitality

of the good folks of New Hope.

Might my son and I take a few minutes

to address the congregation?

- Of course.
- I do appreciate that.

- Good morning.
- Congregation: Good morning.

For far too long, our
community has been divided.

The invisible lines between
black folk and white folk,

between the law and the
people that the law

is supposed to serve... those
lines ain't all that invisible.

They've been replaced by walls...

Walls built with the bricks
of rage and distrust.

You're frustrated. I can feel it.

But I want you to know

that we are doing
everything in our power

to answer your cries for
justice for that little boy.

It's time for all of you to look
upon your leaders with faith

that, in death, that little
boy and others like him

will not be forgotten.

I want you to know
that I feel your pain.

I feel your... your helplessness.

As a father, I share your rage.

As your sheriff, I
promise to deliver you

not only the murderer of that child,

but from the epidemic of
crime and lawless behavior

that has plagued our
streets for far too long.

Amen.

Man: Amen.

I hope I can count on your vote.
I appreciate it.

- Thank you very much.
- Thank you.

Hello. Thank you so much for coming.

I do hope I can count on your vote.

Have a blessed Sunday, mother.

Mother? I don't recall giving
birth to no white children.

[Laughs] Bless your sweet, feisty heart.

I do hope I can count
on your vote, though.

You see that man standing there?

That is the only white man I like.

What about Jesus?

Jesus wasn't white. Come on, TJ.

[Chuckles] Isn't she just a darling?

I do hope I can count on yo vote.

If you knew who I was, you'd
know better than to hold out

any hope or that fat mitt of yours.

Books!

Books!

Books!

[Wheels squeaking]

- You want a book?
- No!

♪♪

Hey!

Hey!

Take that voodoo shit and
go on from around me!

You hear?!

You like cowboys?

I had this book when I was a boy.

Still got the copy.

I know, boy.

♪♪

[Wheels resume squeaking]

♪♪

[Whispers] How you doing?

[Door closes]

[Whispers] You all right?
I'll get you out of this.

All rise for the honorable
Beauregard Otis.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

[Gavel pounds]

This was a heinous crime, your honor,

aided and abetted by the defendant,

and the nature of said
crime really demands

that Mr. Pine remain in
custody until trial.

Your honor, Leonard Pine
is a decorated war hero,

a man who served his country
well and has no criminal record.

We're talking about the murder
of a child, your honor.

Bail denied.

- [Gavel pounds]
- What?

Denied, counselor.

Trial is set for six weeks from today.

Your honor, permission to approach.

[Lowered voice] The only risk
Leonard Pine poses to the state

is to expose to the state's attorney

the treatment he received
while in custody.

For his own safety, I
ask that you release

Leonard Pine until his trial.

Hospital records say Mr. Pine fell.

That is correct, your honor.

- Ruling stands.
- [Gavel pounds]

[Door creaks open]

[Door creaks closed]

[Clears throat]

[Urinating]

[Urinal flushes]

[Faucet squeaks on, urinal flushes]

Tell me, Judge.

Does the name Leonard Pine sound even

a little familiar to you?

No?

Why... why would you remember
the names of two little kids

whose... whose daddies you killed?

Or maybe you were just
too darn drunk to...

to focus on the details that night.

Who the hell do you think you are?

I'm a constituent

with a burning legal question
for a public servant.

After you killed me and
Leonard's fathers,

how much did your daddy have
to pay to make it all go away?

I'm sorry for your loss,
but the past is the past.

Yeah, well, I'm inclined
to agree with you there.

The past should stay in the past.

And it would be a terrible
thing if all of this

would come out now, this being
an election year and all.

[Dryer whirring]

What do you want?

[Whirring stops]

Leonard Pine sleeps in
his own bed tonight.

We think it might be a good
idea if you got out of town,

lay low until all this blows over.

Hmm. You and Mommy here
decide that together?

I-I have a cousin in Abilene.
I spoke to him already.

He said you could stay
there as long as you want.

- I don't walk fast for nothing, sugar.
- Oh.

Let me be clear here. As your attorney,

I cannot advise you to break the law.

Speaking as your friend,

I have seen this story play
out way too many times.

Can I tempt anybody with some
armadillo baked cinnamon apples?

Oh, we're... we're good.

- You sure?
- Mm-hmm.

All right.

Chester didn't do this.

Chester may well have
been up to something.

Something bad. Little boys.

Florida and I have been
doing some digging.

Well, you're gonna have
to dig a little deeper.

If we dig any further, we're
gonna end up digging your grave.

Chester might have been a lotta things,

a miserable old piece
of shit, but he a Pine.

I ain't letting nobody drag
our name through the mud.

Leonard!

If you end up going to prison

for the rest of your life or worse,

you stick around here out of
some stupid sense of pride,

and you end up dead, what
the hell am I gonna do?

Brother to brother, go to Abilene.

Please.

I promise you, we will deal with this.

Just lay low until we do, huh?

[Cash register bell dings]

[Refrigerator door closes]

- Look, I...
- Shh!

The less I know, the better.

I don't know what kind
of trouble you're in.

I don't care. It's none of my business.

But tonight, with your permission,

I'd like to stay here.

Someone should be here in
case that boy does show up.

Where's my cowboy?

What cowboy, Leonard?

My cowboy that's been right there.

Ever since I was 9 years old.

[Clank]

Leonard!

I've got him on a 3:30 to Abilene.

You see this shit? I ain't
going nowhere, mnh-mnh.

What's with all the pennies
on the windowsills?

"Buckaroo Bobby."

- Who's that?
- A book.

When I was in jail, this
crazy old man come 'round

working that voodoo
shit, he give it to me.

- Illium Moon.
- You know him?

He hands out books to the guys in jail,

and every Tuesday to the...

to the kids at church.

He's got Ivan.

Leonard.

What the hell is that?

♪♪

Where that son of a bitch live?

[Bell clanging]

[Brakes squeal, gears shift]

[Engine turns off]

[Doors slam]

[Birds chirping]

[Lid creaks]

[Tools clank]

Why do I get the hammer?

'Cause the crowbar's mine!

♪♪

[Crow cawing]

♪♪

Hey, hey! [Grunts]

[Clank]

- [Crow cawing]
- [Exhales deeply]

[Birds calling]

The guy has a booby trap.

I'll be damned.

♪♪

Just tread steady now.

[Leaves crunching]

♪♪

[Grunts]

♪♪

[Birds chirping]

Ready?

[Biready calling]

[Door creaking]

♪♪

What the hell is this shit, Hap?

[Door creaks]

Like a damn graveyard.

I don't like it.

♪♪

- [Moans]
- [Chair thuds]

Ivan, you in there?!

Ivan!

- [Mouths words]
- [Whispers] I know, I know, I know.

- [Whispers] Go on.
- What? Hang on a minute.

♪♪

[Chair thudding]

Ivan? You in there, boy?

♪♪

[Rattling]

- [Door creaking]
- [Grunts]

I been waitin' on you, boy.

[Cloth drops to floor, knife clicks]

Check this out.

[Fabric ripping]

You're gonna go back over to Chester's.

♪♪

See?

♪♪

You get me?

You do it just like that.

I didn't kill him. I
found him in my pond.

Shoulda just left it in there.

Restin' body oughta stay restin'.

But them bones be calling
out to me to keep 'em safe.

He haunts me now, that boy.

I see him sometime.

His soul ain't free.

But my animals, they keep me safe.

Oh, yeah, yeah, they're...
real, uh, expressive.

That my first one there, named Rocky.

He's the ringleader.

- You kill all of 'em?
- Never kill 'em.

- Find 'em dead and lookin' sad.
- Oh.

Make me feel good to see 'em
back on their feet again.

This here is Janet.

She lived in my pond.

[Chuckles] Ain't many birds
like this left in these parts.

- Oh.
- She my real lucky charm.

When she died, part of me went with her.

That boy hauntin' you
would serve you right.

Whose idea was it, you or Chester?

Your Uncle Chester only man I
trusted in this whole world.

- He a hero.
- [Scoffs]

Doing what the po-po want,
trying to figure out

what happened to all
them little black boys.

Ilium, why did Chester care so much?

Said he didn't want
to lose no more kids.

Said he lost one already.

The day you left.

Broke his heart.

Maybe your memory's a little
foggy 'cause he threw me out.

Maybe it be your memory be foggy.

Illium, uh...

the po-po think that Leonard here

helped Chester bury the
bones under the house.

You ...you gotta tell
'em what you told us

'cause if... if you
don't, Leonard here is...

he's looking at doing time.

I been carrying books down
that jail 40 years now.

Don't matter what I say
it, they mind made up.

Well, then you won't mind if me
and my friend come back tomorrow

with some gear and check
your little pond out.

Sure. Long as you don't let
the cracker bring no po-po.

- Nope, no po-po. That I promise.
- Mm-hmm.

[Pats back] Come on, let's go.

Hey, boy!

♪♪

Your uncle's life work.

♪♪

[Box clicks open]

[Paper rustling]

♪♪

♪♪

I met their mamas.

All them lost children.

Chester convinced,

must be something connecting
them all together.

All of us trying to add it all up.

Come down to the end of it.

Don't add up to nothing.

♪♪

I wouldn't say nothing.

There you are, BB.

[Chain rattles]

♪♪

[Brakes squeal]

[Engine turns off]

♪♪

♪♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

- [TV playing indistinctly]
- Boy, where the hell you been?

- Out.
- I ain't takin' no lip off you, boy.

I talk straight to you. Now
talk straight back to me.

Where were you?

Can I please talk to you? Now?

[TV continues indistinctly]

[Lowered voice] That boy's
exactly where he should be.

You keep pushing him, he's
just gonna run off again.

You ain't no free agent, you hear me?

You don't get to run in-out of my house

when you feel like it, Ivan.

Okay.

Plus, it makes Raul scared.
Get all nervous and all.

[TV continues indistinctly]

Woman on TV: Let's try "Who am I?"

Man: All right, always an
interesting category to me.

Give me some of them cookies.

[Packaging rustles]

I became famous for my folk songs

- like "Blowin' in the Wind." Who am I?
- [Door opens]

- You know the answer?
- [Door closes]

- You don't know?
- [Buzzer sounds]

Yeah, I know. Do you know?

[Can top fizzes]

to Bob Dyland, so let's
move the categories around.

Can I go to my room?

My room, but go on 'head.

Bottom right, again, a 2-parter.

That means that if you
answer these three parts,

you get another turn.

The subject of the bonus
question is Popular Music.

Singers of pop and country music

are often associated with
specific back-up groups.

I'll name three back-up groups,
and you name the lead singer.

The Crickets, The Pips.

- [Packaging rustles]
- I'm seeing someone.

- Who is the lead singer?
- Buddy Holly.

- Yes.
- The Pips. Who was the lead singer?

- Gladys Knight.
- Right, the Miracles... who was the lead singer?

- Smokey Robinson.
- You got it.

- [Cheers and applause]
- Very well done. Bonus category.

♪♪

[Door creaks shut]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

He and Illium were
investigating missing kids.

I need to make copies of all these.

[Sighs] I can't believe I
ever doubted you, Chester.

Well, you had your reasons.

Still and all, the man was good to me.

For the last 24 hours, I thought
he played me for a fool.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

Faith is hard to find
and harder to keep.

[Inhales deeply]

So, I'm... I'm a little confused here.

You know, you got real mad at me

for playing outside the
system with the judge,

but then you're okay with
Leonard skipping bail.

I don't mind coloring
outside the lines, Hap.

Just gotta be on my terms.

Oh.

I'm an officer of the court.

Yeah, okay, I got it.

So, we'll, um, get Illium to go
down to the station tomorrow.

Get this all cleared up.

Yeah, about that... [Sighs]

Illium ain't so keen on the po-po.

Of course he's not.

And I don't think that's gonna matter,

seeing as I remember where me
and Leonard were that night.

Howard Hawks double feature...
"Big Sleep," "Red River."

You have the ticket stub?

Uh, no.

No, then, how can you be sure that

that's what you were doing that night?

Well, I wouldn't lie about Howard Hawks.

That'd be sacrilege.

If I called the movie
theater, could they confirm

that those were the movies
playing on September 9, 1986?

[Chuckles] Give me a break here.

[Laughs]

You don't hold up under questioning.

Not yet, anyway.

I might someday.

I admire your devotion to Leonard.

I really do.

But let's hope Illium changes his mind.

He might be our only chance
of getting this cleared up.

Illium might be crazy, but
he'll do the right thing.

Cracker think Illium dumb.
Illium ain't dumb.

Illium smart. Cracker call
po-po, sure as you born.

That's what they do.

♪♪

[Door creaks open]

♪♪

- [Bottles clinking]
- Aah!

[Clinking continues]

[Whooshing, rattling continues]

Bad mojo.

Bad mojo.

[Glasses breaking]

♪♪

[Glasses continue breaking]

♪♪

[Engine revs]

[Glass continues breaking]

♪♪

Should have left him. I didn't mean to.
I'm trying to...

♪♪

[Muttering indistinctly]

♪♪

I see that boy sometimes.
[Continues muttering]

I know I seen him. [Continues muttering]

I seen him. [Screams]

[Tires squealing, thudding]

[Engine revs]

♪♪

♪♪