Jett (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Charles Junior - full transcript

I missed you so bad, Monkey.

Me, too, Mom.

Hi, Charlie.
Hi, Charlie.

Hi, Charlie.

How'd it go?

Fine. Great, why wouldn't it?

Oh, I have something for you.

I have something for you.

How'd it go?

Great.
Why wouldn't it?

How was Bestic? Aah...



Just as advertised.

Exactly as advertised.

Exactly as advertised.

Great, why wouldn't it?

- Ms. Kowalski.
- Ronnie.

Bennie. Carl.

How's it feel to brighten
everybody's day every single day?

You're sweet.

Yeah, but those wells
dried up a long time ago.

Uh-huh, yeah.

Yeah.

- Jett.
- Junior.

Welcome back.
Everything go all right?

Why wouldn't it?



Listen, look, look... Okay,
we'll get to that later.

But for now, please, convey to Judge
Prosky my level of disappointment,

which is in direct proportion to
what he promised me on that boat.

Yeah, I gotta go.
It's my mother's birthday.

Jett. You truly are

the last Coca-Cola
in the desert, aren't you?

- Drink?
- I can't stay long.

- My kid's got the flu.
- Oh.

But, uh...

- I brought you something.
- Oh...

- You did it.
- Well,

Quinn did it.

And you doubted
she could pull this off.

Where is he? Quinn?

Mexico, but the less
you know, the better.

Why?

Are you two, uh, back together?
Is this goodbye?

I have to wait out
my daughter's school year.

It wouldn't be smart moving her now.

We'll see how things
shake out after that.

I still can't get used
to your maternal side.

That makes two of us.

Look, I got to send this out
to make sure it's the real deal.

- You understand?
- Of course.

I should be able to get your
money by the end of the week.

How was Miljan?

Exactly as advertised.

I knew I could count on you.

I am very, very pleased, Jett.

Good.

Morning.

Buenos días.

You're up early.

Did you get any sleep?

Hmm, not much. You?

- Help you?
- Are you Daisy Kowalski?

Who sent you?

Miljan Bestic.

What can I do
for you, Mr. Evans?

Well, we would like
for you to attend a meeting

at that address, Tuesday morning.

- Who am I meeting?
- I'll be there,

along with a few people
he's put together about a job.

- I get my own help.
- You run the job,

but we run the show.

Was there something else?

I understand how you feel,
but I'm not your enemy.

Then who are you?

I'll be acting as your handler.

Just remember,
nothing's black and white.

What about a panda?

Point taken.

Skunk, zebra, killer whale,

soccer ball, keyboard, dominoes.

You know,

most beautiful women
with more than five brain cells

have a problem with their beauty.

They fear they won't be
taken seriously enough,

so they overcompensate.

Not me.
I'm naturally prickly.

I can play this game
all day, Ms. Kowalski,

but you know the consequences
if you don't do as you're told.

See you next Tuesday.

My name's Dwight Tucker, and
I've been sober for three days.

- Hi, Dwight.
- Before that, I was sober five years.

Recently, I suffered
some hardships at work.

A situation came up
with my wife that

put my job in jeopardy.

Actually, it put her life
in jeopardy and I had to...

risk my job to fix it.

I'm not one to shift blame,
you know, I believe we...

create our own circumstances.

I got fired from my job
for doing an illegal thing

to save my wife and...

She, I found out...

was unfaithful.

And when I confronted
her about it, she...

blamed me for being too wound up.

Coiled up like a snake, she said.

But I, uh... I don't know.

I snapped. I drove down to this
rock dealer, and, uh,

smoked a pipe.

I ended up back at home,

maybe a day later...

and I hit her.

I was out of my fucking mind.
It was pretty bad.

Sh-she's okay.

She moved out.

Needs her space.

No, enough. Enough.

We need to stop.

I'm not sure I can.

I hate you sometimes.

I hate me all the time.

Don't be a smart ass.

I'm not the one who's married.
I shouldn't give a shit.

That's why you're a good
person, because you do.

I'm not that good.

I just hate feeling like a...

Who is it?

- Who is it?
- Jackie, it's me.

- How did you find me?
- Do you trust her?

Is it safe to talk in front of her?

It is.

Which Baudelaire are you after?

One comes with the other,
but it's Junior

- we're concentrating on.
- Maybe I can help you.

- What am I missing here?
- I have my reasons.

- I thought you quit.
- I did.

So, why come back?

Rufus Quinton broke out of prison.

You wouldn't know
about that, would you?

Quinn is dead.

Jesus.

I'm sorry.

Junior killed him?

Not exactly.

Where does Charlie
stand in all this?

That's what I don't know.

You start this,

you can't exactly pick
and choose who gets hurt.

I don't care who gets hurt.

Where's your father?

Hasn't shown up yet,
but between you and me,

not his sort of shindig.

Bit of a homophobe, I'm afraid.

- Drink?
- Then, why did you ask me here?

I thought you might like
to cut loose a little.

Life is short, Your Honor.

I don't know
what you're high on, Junior,

and frankly, I don't give a shit.

- Name's Charles Junior.
- Don't test me. Never mind prison.

The only reason you're
not dead right now

is because of your old man.

- Commit that to memory.
- Is that a threat?

- Sure sounded like one.
- I don't threaten people, son.

Well, since you're here,

might as well take
your payment, in full.

Do you think I was born yesterday?
No, you're gonna get that to me

the way your daddy and I
arranged. Not here.

Lord knows how many cameras
you have watching us right now.

Always hanging out
behind doors, Bobby.

Charlie, I swear, I didn't
hear anything. I was just...

Don't move a muscle.

I'll be right back.

Hey.

Thanks so much for
swinging by, buddy.

You are familiar with the
concept of insurance, right?

I don't follow.

Well, you know, as in
if something happens to me,

a new judge is assigned to your
dad's case, and he nails him?

Whoa.
What just happened?

Did something spook you?

You're kidding. Really?

You think that poorly of me?

Why would I hurt you?

Well, do you want me
to call you a cab?

I want you to start this car for me.

You're putting me on.

I look like a valet to you?

Charlie, I swear I...

Look, I don't wanna hurt you.

I wanna treat you nice.
I wanna trust you.

You can trust me, Charlie.
You can trust me...

Listen to your brain
and shut the fuck up.

Charlie...

Let me make it up to you.
Let me show you

how much you can trust me.

Pathetic.

You disgust me.

Stop whining!

What the fuck?

Now, show me...
I... can trust you!

Show me!

I see you already have your drink.

Not as good as you make them.

What would you like?

Chopin martini, up olives.

Not dirty, very cold.

- Bruised.
- That's what I thought.

Cheers.

It means a lot to me that you'd have
dinner with me as friends.

- You're being too modest.
- No, seriously.

It's, uh,

not a lot of people I can have
fun and relax with these days.

You don't seem relaxed tonight.
What's on your mind?

The usual.

I pride myself on never reading
the paper or watching the news,

- so I wouldn't know.
- Lucky you.

The problem with the world is,
news is always bad,

from ancient Greece onwards.
We all live in the same nightmare.

We just react to it
at different times.

All right.

- What's good here?
- Oh, sorry.

No, don't apologize. I agree.

Bad things happen,
people die over and over.

That's why I don't keep track.

- How about the branzino?
- Branzino's always dependable.

And they love explaining
in minute detail

how they can serve it to you
whole or fillet it for you.

What percentage of people
eat it whole, I wonder?

Mostly Eskimos.

Your smile drives me crazy.

Am I ever gonna get you in bed again
after I pay you for this job?

Well, that depends on you.

Tell me how to do it.
Walk me through it.

You know that version
Nina Simone does of "Save Me"?

Sure do.
Better than Aretha's.

What about it?

You put that on the record player,
be cool with the slow moves...

And then?

How's everything here?

- Good.
- I'm Martin.

If you need anything,
do not hesitate to ask.

- Where's Tony, the regular manager?
- He's on vacation.

Hmm, so you're covering for him?

- You're new?
- No, sir. I've been, uh,

managing the day shift
close to six months now.

And, uh, may I compliment you
on your beautiful dress, Miss?

Then what? After I put
it on the record player?

Then,

see if you can get me to bang
my head against the headboard

and cum all over the bed.

You're a wild card.

What about you?

To wild cards.

To wild cards.

Tell me something you've
never told anyone before.

I used to be a boy.

- It could be true.
- Oh, no.

But don't go telling Junior.
It might excite him.

He has unpredictable
tastes, that one.

Yeah. For the life of me,

I can't figure out how
the boy turned out gay.

My experience,
men don't get to choose

- the direction their dicks bend.
- Yeah, except...

with him, I don't even
think it's about sex.

It's a power thing, or he's just trying
to get back at me.

It's almost as if he enjoys showing
how out of control he can get.

I don't know how
to get through to him.

Sorry.

- You need to take this.
- Who is it?

- Your buddy, Curtis.
- But he called you?

He couldn't reach you.
Breaking news about Prosky.

Excuse me.

Sergeant...

- You get a haircut, Bennie?
- He what?

- I did.
- When was this?

I'm so sorry. This is
a cell phone-free zone.

- Sir...
- Yeah. Okay.

Sir,
I need to ask you to take it outside.

- He'll be off in a minute.
- It's not fair to other diners.

- Wired to the ignition.
- Please, come with me.

Shit.

- I gotta deal with this.
- You don't have to rush off

and get the Nina Simone
record right now.

The judge I bought just
suffered an untimely death.

- It's a substantial setback for me.
- Who would do that?

The method suggests, this kid trying
to force me to go to war with him.

- Who is he?
- Mexican bedbug, Jacinto Salas.

What are you gonna do?

I'm not sure, but I'm gonna send
him a clear message.

Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

I'm so sorry,
but this is simply unacceptable...

- Would you accept a rain check?
- Of course.

Bennie will deliver to your
house what we discussed.

Then, after that, if you
if you wanna see me, call me.

I do, and I will.

- Mom.
- Monkey.

Does everybody die?

Eventually.

Even Maria?

- Yes.
- Even you?

Yep.

What about God?

Apparently not.

Who is God?

- God.
- Yes, but, who is he exactly?

He's, well...

It's different for everybody.

What does he look like?

What do you feel?

I love you, and I love Maria.

That's what God is.

Why is your bed covered with money?

I was just cleaning it up.

Go get some rest.

- You're stalking her.
- Just wanna make sure she's okay.

- Of all the pussy in the city.
- Ain't about that.

- It ain't about her pussy?
- Correct.

No one who's graduated
high school would believe that.

A guy walks into
a confessional. He says,

"Father, I haven't been
to confession in 30 years."

Says, "I like the changes you've
made. I like the leather seats,

"the open bar, the cigars,

and the TV."
And the priest says,

"Idiot. You're on my side."

Right? 'Cause...

Right on time.

This is Kowalski.

Wayne. Holy shit.

- Jett.
- Blair, long time.

- I see you two know each other.
- Hell yeah.

Hey, Jett is in, I'm in.

- Whatever it is.
- This is Octavio.

- Would you care for a drink?
- No, thank you.

See, I... I thought
you were inside.

- A soft drink?
- Nothing, thank you.

The Savoy is a piano bar
jazz club out in Lynnville.

The manager's name is Joe Garson.

Every month, 12 amateurs,
big shot wannabes,

play poker upstairs
in his back room.

What kind of score we talking about?

Anywhere between 250
and 300 grand in the safe.

- What kind of security?
- There's a doorman,

three guys on the floor,
cameras, local alarm company.

You know if they call
first to check in?

Verified response. They call
Joe to make sure it's real,

and then it takes them about
five minutes to get there,

- then they call in the cops.
- How many exits?

- Two.
- How many patrons in the club?

Anywhere between 80 to 100,
between 11:00 to midnight.

I don't like it.

Let's take a break.

Miljan Bestic isn't
asking for your opinion.

He needs this done.

- Lynnville is 40 minutes from my house.
- So what?

I don't do any job
that close to home.

Look. I realize we got off
on the wrong foot here,

but I'm not interested in your rules.
I'm interested in your leadership.

We got a locksmith, muscle,
and a driver in there.

We need you
to come up with the plan.

You got a week to set it up.

You expect me to believe
we're doing this for 250?

I don't give a shit
what you believe.

Now, you walk back in there,
and you put a plan together.

- Tell me about Garson.
- Not much to tell.

Divorced, doesn't gamble.

- Bit of a loner.
- What's he into? Golf, guns, what?

He likes girls.

What are you thinking?

Since we need to handle
the alarm company,

on top of the club,
we have no time to dick around

with the safe, so we'll
need inside assistance.

Let's get a girl to distract him.

- What's wrong with you?
- Nothing.

You look like a pretty
good distraction to me,

or am I outta line?

So, if he's partial to redneck retards,
you'll volunteer your ass?

- Don't be so serious about it.
- Let's scout the place.

We still like Garson for the inside,

we'll get a girl
and make him an offer.

Here is the Earth Day
Jubilee drawing.

In your note, you said you
had some concerns about Alice?

Not concerns, exactly.

Just we like to get in
touch with the parents

when the children show signs.
She's very precocious, Alice.

- Yes.
- And inquisitive.

And she's been getting into fights
with the other kids about God.

She says that he punishes
people unfairly.

- Alice talks about Maria being sick?
- She's very upset.

Is Maria Alice's other mom?

- No.
- But she raises Alice with you.

We live with her. Her terminal condition
was in remission, but it came back.

Oh my God. I-I'm...

That's awful.

This is obviously sensitive,
but does Alice know her father?

No, he died.

Oh, um...

I didn't know, um...

- How?
- Suddenly.

I'll talk to her.

You know, we have a really
good psychologist on staff.

- I don't need someone to talk to.
- I meant for Alice.

Ah.

She's really special.

I agree.

I misunderstood.
Thought it was just you and me.

She's my partner.

- What's your problem?
- I've seen men trust women before.

Stop it.

Charlie's going to war
with Jacinto Salas.

Who is he?

Connected to the Matices cartel.

Been stepping on a lot of
toes since he moved here.

- Drugs, what?
- Import, export, drugs, people.

He killed a judge
on Charlie's payroll.

That would be Prosky.

It's a fucking mess.

What's he after?

Charlie doesn't carry as much
weight as he did 20 years ago,

but keeps a finger
in a lot of different pies.

The Russians still love him, and
they bring in a lot of money.

I'd say Salas is out to prove
he can do a better job

at protecting their interests.

Dumb question. Why don't
you just kill Junior?

What kinda cop is she?

I mean, if it's strictly revenge,
I don't understand your play.

Let's do this.
I feed you information on Junior,

and you put him away.

In return, you don't ask
me anymore dumb questions.

In return, you play detective,

going after what you're really after,
keeping us in the dark,

putting us in danger.

- You can't expect us to protect you...
- I don't want your protection.

In fact, I ever see,

or even imagine I see,
a car keeping tabs on me,

deal's over. I can't afford you
putting my kid in danger.

See you next week.

I knew you two would get along.

- Hey, you remember Frank Sweeney?
- Sure.

Yeah, he's in a wheelchair now.
Shitting in a bag the rest of his life.

- Yeah, I heard.
- That asshole was top dog.

Makes you wonder.
You do this bullshit long enough,

maybe there won't be
anything left to salvage.

Of your soul, you know?

I don't remember this
poetic side of yours.

I remember you pressing a gun to my head
and pulling the trigger.

- No questions asked.
- It wasn't loaded.

Yeah, you didn't know that.

Well, I been clean a long time now.

You know, it's just
different these days, Jett.

These new kids,
they're fucking wacko.

Wild, wild west shit.
No regard for nothing.

Listen to me.
I sound like an old-timer.

Stay here.

Help you, miss?

- Is this not the little girl's room?
- Restroom's on the opposite side.

Are you sure?
Last weekend, I used this one.

I don't think so.
That's the manager's office.

It is?

- Well, maybe it was here bec...
- Nope, that's a private room.

Oh, private.

Is that where the VIPs smoke
cigarettes and do drugs?

Nothing like that.

There's no one in there tonight.
Come on, I'll walk you.

That's awfully kind of you.

Just a sec.

- What's your name?
- Bill.

Hm. What do you bench
these days, Bill?

Anyway, I'm gonna go in.

Enjoy your smoke, but hurry up.

Those dicks ain't
gonna suck themselves.

'Sup, beautiful?

- You a cop?
- Part-time nun.

What's that guy's name
you were talking to?

- What guy?
- Is his name Neal?

Is it?

I find it kinda weird
I have to ask twice.

Yeah, that's Neal.

Thanks.

- Can I help you?
- I'm looking for-for Neal?

Are you, uh, a reporter,
or a cop or are you just lost?

Oh, uh...

No, I-I'm...

I've never done this before.

My husband and I,
w-we've been married a long time.

- Twelve years.
- Good for you.

Yes. And, um,

I-I promised something

super special for our anniversary.

Mm.

He likes
a very particular type of girl.

Big, innocent eyes.

Long legs.

He finds Europeans exotic.

Can you please help me?

- Yeah, I'd like to help.
- I'd like to help...

I think so.

I'm so excited...

Give her time to settle.

Jesus Christ, your tits
are unbelievable. Yeah?

- You don't think they're too small?
- No, they're perfect.

Wait. Wait.

W-where you going?

You really are gonna help me, right?

With my singing?

Babe, that's not even a question.

You know the guys
I been telling you about,

they manage 20 different acts.
Pop, hip-hop, R&B.

They're hooked up all over the place.
Absolutely top-level guys.

Okay then.

Do you wanna hear me sing right now?

You should see your face!

All right, you got me. You got me.
Wow.

Jesus Christ.

Wow.

Wow.

Now, don't worry.

I can sing and fuck
at the same time.

- Hey!
- The fuck is going on?

Aah, damn it!

Aah, geez.

Hey, where are you taking her?

Easy! Geez!

I need to pull my fucking pants up!

No!

No! No!

No! No! Stop!

No!

No! No!

No!

Oh, Jesus Christ,
don't kill me! I'll tell...

If you do what I tell you,

no harm will come to you.

You understand?

In a few days,

someone will visit your club.

They will tell you they
are a friend of Ashby's.

You will take them to your office,
and you will open the safe.

That's all you have to do.

We'll take it from there.

You understand?

- Say yes and you live.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

No, no!

No!

Ow!

Let's get you cleaned up.

Is it weird that I'm
horny as fuck right now?

Perfectly natural.

Don't give it all to your brother.

- That guy's gonna be okay, right?
- It's seeing you again, Phoenix.

Don't be a stranger, stranger.

Miss! Miss!

Miss! Can you...

Miss! Hey! Hey, Miss!

Miss! Ah! Hey,
you read sign, huh?

You need swimsuit for pool.
This is family place.

I will call police if you don't
cover up. I will call police.

I have no choice
but to call police...

I... This is family hotel.

No naked swimming!

Shit.

You mind if I snag one?

When I was a little girl

in my village in Benimaurell,
I wanted to be a therapist,

because I wanted to know why
people do the things they do.

Very loud.

One night, I escaped
with a boy who had a motorcycle.

He was kind of raggedy and wild.

I thought I was in love with him.

Maybe...

I liked his motorcycle
more than I liked him,

but he was a way out.

I got a job as a cook
in a transatlantic ship.

Do you mind?

I cooked and I cleaned
that ship for one year.

And then two.

Everywhere I went,
I thought I would settle down,

and start a family.

Together, you know?

Right.

But...

as it turns out, there is
something wrong with my womb.

Congenital.

Which you could say
is bad luck enough,

except now I've been
diagnosed with a...

rare disease that

only two percent of the population

in the world are susceptible to.

I'm very special.

Doctors give me one year.

We're gonna do this
without firing any bullets.

- Seriously?
- Seriously.

Blair and I will already be inside.

When I call you, you'll come
in as strictly crowd control.

Blair and I will grab the money
and the surveillance DVR.

You'll exit through the front,
we'll exit through the back.

Silent alarm gets triggered...

- ...alarm company calls to check in...
- Yeah.

- Garson tells them what's happened.
- Yeah, it's real.

They try to mobilize, realize
they can't, they call in the cops.

- Everybody meets back here.
- What about the poker players?

They'll never know we were there.

What if, uh, one of them comes out?
Needs to take a leak?

They go downstairs, take a leak.

Nothing out of
the ordinary is happening.

Nobody knows we're there.

- No yelling, no bullets.
- How do we deal with security?

I'll send a guard your way.

You handle him and the doorman.
The other two can stay.

Keep your eyes on them at
all times. If, and only if,

you see them coming up to
the office do you intervene.

But no bullets.

It's the only way this works.
All those drunk people are a liability.

Everybody has four numbers
programmed, then we toss them.

- Tell me about the alarm company.
- Well, it's like I said, amateur hour.

Run it by me one more time.

The electrical for the garage
door is on a different box.

They keep all vehicles
parked there except for one.

So once I blow that grid and disable

the one patrol car
parked out front...

- Mm.
- ...they're fucked.

Block the garage doors anyway.

All right, but I'm telling you,
just really gonna

- be a precaution.
- Do it.

Swing by my office after
we close. I'll give you a tour.

- Okay.
- Great, looking forward to it.

I'm a friend of Ashby's. Don't look
at me. Let's go to your office.

- What's your doorman's name?
- Lance.

Send Bill down to see Lance.
Tell him Lance is ill,

ate some bad shrimp or something.

Do me a favor, go check
on Lance, would you?

Had some bad shrimp or something.

- I think he's puking.
- Yes, sir.

- Okay.
- I'm here.

Bill from upstairs is
coming to see Lance.

- Bill is six-three, bald, tan jacket.
- Got it.

- 'Sup, bro?
- Garson say you're sick or something?

No, I'm fine...

Go to the safe and open it.

- Jesus Christ.
- Don't panic.

Do what I tell you and I'll get
you outta this without a scratch.

- Good. Stand up.
- Yeah.

- Turn around.
- Yeah.

Face to the rug.

- Hands behind your back.
- Ow!

Hey, what's this asshole?
You trying to surprise us?

Hey. Cut it out.

Lift your head.

- Higher.
- Holy shit.

What is it?

- I was just holding them...
- Shut up.

How much is each of
these suckers worth?

Don't stop.

Sorry, Jett.