Jett (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Phoenix - full transcript

I'm sorry, Jett.

Close the fucking door.

Put it down!

Down on the ground.
Give me your phone.

- Who is it?
- It's Scully.

- Hello?
- It's me.

I won't be home for a couple days. Okay?

- Okay.
- Are you awake?

- Are you gonna remember this?
- No... Yes.

Give Alice a kiss for me. Tell her
I had to go out of town for work.

Okay. Daisy. Be careful.



I will.

- Good having you back.
- I'm not.

Hey, this is Phoenix.
Leave your name and number.

Slowly. And I'll call you back.

I'm coming over. Make sure you're alone.

What are you doing here?

- You're not happy to see me?
- No.

- I was worried about you.
- How did you get in? You can't be here.

I left you messages,
you didn't call me back.

Because I don't wanna talk to you.

Well, everything can't be
on your terms, okay?

- I am tired, Dwight.
- Are you?

- Yes.
- Why is that? Where were you?

Okay. You know what? Go. Right now.



I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- I was just worried about you.
- You already said that.

Yeah, well it's true.

You have no right
to worry about me anymore.

Rosie, I don't wanna lose you.

Where did you go?

- I went dancing.
- You don't like dancing.

I'm gonna call the cops.

Good idea.
You gonna call Stevie. Or Bud.

Call Ralphie, he's a lieutenant now,
I have his number.

What I do is none of your business.
You gotta let me go.

It's none of my business that my wife
goes out dressed like a whore?

We're still married legally. Good times
and bad. Sickness and health.

- Look what you made me do.
- Fuck you.

Fuck me? That's not how my wife talks.

- Why are you provoking me?
- Dwight, get the fuck off me.

You should be apologizing,
be thankful for a change.

- This is Bennie.
- Hey man, where you at?

- Why? We meeting someplace?
- No, but we got a big day tomorrow.

I just wanna make sure
you get your beauty rest.

- Worried about you, man.
- You're worried about me?

I'm not the one out there stalking
some chick we kidnapped

when I should be at home sleeping.

Christ almighty, you need to get a life.

I'm not gonna honor that with a reply.

You're outside her house
right this minute, aren't you?

So what?

- You want some advice, gratis?
- No.

You're gonna get busted, okay?

She's gonna recognize your voice,
she's gonna recognize your face.

I'll see you in the morning, Carl.

Good night, Rosalie.

- You all right?
- No.

- You do look a little pale.
- I'm gonna pass out any minute.

- All right. You need a drink?
- After.

- How'd you get here?
- I'm clean.

Sorry.

- What's in that coat?
- Trouble. Don't look.

- Did you get shot?
- What do you think?

I think I'm gonna need that drink.

- God, I hate that smell.
- You are such a pussy.

- What the fuck is your problem?
- This ass-wipe talking to me?

Yeah, I'm talking to you, fuck-head.

Hands against the wall!

You lost a chunk of your deltoid muscle,
but it didn't touch bone.

Two inches higher would've been
your subclavian artery.

Now, that's no fun at all.

Shirley! That guy that came...

That is not your business.

- Well, aren't you a pretty sight?
- Slicker than a honeymoon prick.

What're you flexing?
What're you flexing for?

You think you're immune to my rules.

I think you guys have been watching
too many movies.

Oh, she's funny. I love funny people.

Stop.

Stop.

Tranquila.

I've tussled
with big bad bitches before.

Convinced they're free to do
whatever the fuck they want,

without any consequences.

Except, I think it's safe to say,

usually they are actually,
big bad bitches, like Mariposa here.

Not skinny little
white rat shits like you.

So, today,

we are gonna get you acclimated
to how things work around here.

No! No!

You don't quit kicking like a mule, that
handle's gonna break deep in your ass.

- No!
- Not gonna lie...

You won't walk right for a few weeks.

Don't fight it. You're gonna pass out
but you're not gonna die.

Keep pinching the vein.

Get to the infirmary
within five minutes.

Anybody hears about this,
you're the one I kill.

Understood?

You okay?

Get your clothes on.

You're not worried
they'll come after you?

I don't know how this works
but, I mean, I have an idea.

I look dumb but I grew up
in this rough part of Rotterdam

and I've dealt
with some heavy shit before.

I know how that sounds but it's true.

I'm not just some dipshit tweaker

who sucks dick to fund a habit.

I actually did real well in high school

and I read books
and, you know, my mom was a nurse.

I took some classes, I rode with EMT's.

Like, I learned all sorts of things,
like how an untreated ruptured colon,

which is most likely what I would have
right now if not for you, can kill you.

Other fun facts, too.
For example...

Hanging yourself with a guitar string
is a really bad way to kill yourself.

I saw this guy who tried it and first
the string cut through his trachea

but it didn't kill him
so he started fighting it

and that severed his carotid artery

and followed the angle of the jaw
cutting everything along the way

all the way to the temporal bone and
still it took a while for him to die.

Air embolism.

I also learned
that what you see in movies,

when someone gets shot and everybody
rushes to take the bullet out?

Worst idea.

What's important is to clean the wound
and repair the damage.

Taking the bullet out
is the least important thing

as it may be acting
as a sterilizer for the wound.

You don't talk much, do you?

You don't talk at all.
You're like a mute fucking avenger.

All I'm saying is, if there is anything
you need from me, ever,

you just name it.

Hey.

- What's that?
- Poison.

So I can steal those gold bricks
you brought with you.

It's four times a day. Don't skimp.

- What did I ask you not to do?
- You told me not to look.

But, what you meant was: one, don't be
an asshole, two, don't steal them.

Three, don't tell my brother.
And four, be cool.

And that's what I'm doing.
And I googled going rates.

Four-and-a-half kilogram bars sell
for between 180 and 200 thousand.

- Do you have a buyer?
- Little out of your league, no?

You need to fence them?

Look, I know people different
from the ones you do.

And maybe you don't want to go
to your regular contacts,

seeing as how, clearly,
the job went a little sour.

- How's that guy doing? Did he make it?
- You don't want to get involved in this.

Whose bed are you sleeping in?

- What would you want out of it?
- Nothing.

Nobody wants nothing.

Well, that's my problem.
Not enough ambition. Dinner.

Too good to be true.

That's me in a nutshell. Not enough
ambition and too good to be true.

- What does that make me?
- A liability.

No.

It makes me a hooker with a heart of...

- A heart of...
- Get out of my face.

Oh, my... You suck ass at gratitude.

Hold on.

Are you fixing my hair?

It's just astray, mister.
Don't wanna blow your cover.

- What is it again, Bobby?
- Bobby Larcum.

- Mr. and Mrs. Castillo?
- Please, call me Tiffany.

- You must be Bobby.
- I am, come on in. So...

Kitchen...

I love those high ceilings. Great light.

- Isn't it?
- Yeah.

Take a look at this.

Boss?

Just three minutes, sir.
We can do 2025 first

and come back if you need a moment.

- Do not wake her up.
- She won't even know we're there.

I'm counting on it.

Thank you.

Nice tub.

Which side do you want?

This is what it would feel like to brush
our teeth next to each other.

I could take a shower
while you soak in the bath.

I would get out
and towel off just enough

and sit right here
and welcome you with open legs.

We're on the clock, detective.

I could say,
"How about we skip TV tonight?"

"I don't really care
that much about dare devil chefs."

To which I'd say, "If we don't watch
home remodeling show, we'll never learn"

"about those combination storm windows
with the built-in screens."

To which I'd say,
"Why don't you flip me over the bed..."

What do you guys think?

- What are those specs again?
- The seller is very motivated.

- As are we.
- Let me show you something else.

Well, thanks for coming, guys.

Bobby, let us drink a bunch of rose,
and discussing this.

- We'll get right back to you.
- Sounds like a plan. Tiffany. Jack.

It's been a real pleasure, take care.

It's all you.

What if he notices the software?

What if we get this officially
sanctioned by Carter?

- When did you become such a smartass?
- I learn from the best. There he is.

"CB".
Our homicidal gangster likes to text.

- How long do you think?
- Could be 15 minutes.

Tiffany?

It's what I wanted to be called
when I was little.

Hang on. Come here.

So, be flustered, but not too flustered.

- I'm such an idiot.
- It was on the counter.

Jack almost killed me.
I am always losing my phone.

Oh, I'm the worst.

Anyway, he's back
at the restaurant waiting.

- Okay.
- You haven't sold it yet, have you?

No. But, another couple just left
and they seemed serious.

- Motivated?
- Very motivated.

- Call me if you have any questions.
- Thanks.

See you.

- Right up there.
- This is where you live?

I'll see you around.

It'll be sore for a couple of weeks.

Main thing is for it
not to get infected,

so keep taking the antibiotics.

Will do, doc.

- You can keep that, return it later.
- I don't have to.

It's my good luck hoodie.

I'm done using.

Okay.

The only reason I even have needles
and a kit at home

is because some of the girls
I work with needed medical assistance

and they can't afford a doctor
so they all chipped in.

It's important for me
that you believe me.

- Why?
- Because I'm trying to change.

I racked up a substantial tab
when I was hooked on black tar.

But once I'm paid up, I'm out.

Wild guess: your brother's handling
your loan repayment.

I'm not asking you
to understand I just...

I wanted you to know
that I don't get high anymore.

What are you gonna do?

- About what?
- When you're out of debt.

I wanna go back to school.

- You're inscrutable.
- What?

Nothing.

Maria?

Welcome back.

What'd I miss?

- This was yesterday.
- Did Alice see him?

How long is he going
to keep coming around?

I'm working on it.
What did your doctor say?

Humor me.

Said that the bill can easily run
into several hundred thousands

and suggested other facilities

with lower costs because self-pay
patients are a risk for them.

- No.
- I told them I have the money.

- You do.
- But I can't have you worrying.

- No point worrying.
- That would be a waste of energy.

I'm not worried about you
if you're not worried about me.

Good.

- You okay?
- Peachy.

You know how busy pedophiles
are in jail?

- Ms. Kowalski. You had us all worried.
- I'm fine. Thanks for your concern.

It's not your wellbeing
he's worried about.

How about you?
What are you worried about?

Now that you're here,
I have one less worry.

- Why's that?
- We weren't sure

if you and Blair
were in on this together.

In what world does that even make sense?

Two crew members,
knew each other from before.

The entire score is missing
along with the two crew members

who knew each other.

Makes you wonder.

You're putting me on, right?
You picked Blair, not me.

- Very convenient for you.
- Fuck you.

- When was the last time you got shot?
- I've been shot before, rest assured.

Get the surveillance tapes
and look at them.

If you still think I'm in on this
after you see them...

I've seen them. A friend in the force
pulled them out of evidence.

Well then you know
how badly you fucked up.

You hired a spidermonkey on crack

to handle a lot more than you said
we were gonna handle.

I wasn't allowed
to tell you about the gold.

- Why?
- I follow my boss' instructions.

Sometimes we don't see eye to eye.

Let me show you something.
Would you mind sitting up front with me?

Actually, I would.

I prefer the unobstructed view
of the back of your head.

Suit yourself.

So after you left, Blair shot a guard,
he's dead. It was a big mess.

These two made it out, but we felt
they could no longer be trusted.

So now Blair is in the wind
with the 250 and the ten bricks.

In order for you to get back
into good graces with Mr. Bestic,

he asks that you find Blair
and retrieve the score.

And if I can't?

Want a ride to your daughter's school
or to your house?

Aretha, Marvin Gaye, Al Green... What?

Who would put Minnie Riperton
next to Donny Hathaway?

Julio Iglesias?

What the fuck? Next to Curtis Mayfield?

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

Come in.

- Come on.
- Are you okay?

Some illiterate elf has been sneaking
in here at night and moving shit around

so now the S's
somehow include The Staple Singers,

The Stylistics, The Supremes,
and The Delphonics?

And the P's go:
Parliament, The Persuaders,

Wilson Pickett and The Chi-Lites?

The O'Jays next to Gladys Knight,

the Isley Brothers tucked in
to the Smokey Robinson section

and Dee Dee Warwick
next to Eddie Kendricks.

- Man, I love Dee Dee Warwick.
- Yeah. What's not to love?

But that's not the point.
And then I found this.

That witch smuggled this in here
and she put it next to Curtis Mayfield.

- I can see why you're upset.
- Yeah, God damn straight I'm upset.

- How'd everything go?
- He'd have to be blind to miss it.

I'm not a fan
of involving somebody's mother,

but these God damn farmers
are religious.

They won't drink.
They won't fuck a whore.

Money is all they care about,
and this guy,

he only reason he's up here
is to care for his mother post surgery.

When I was younger,
I would've killed the bitch.

Charlie! You're not smoking
in the house, are you?

No!

But power is as much about psychology
as it is about bullets.

Let's see how it shakes out.

So Colin was like...

Can I help you with something?

You know where I can score
some more of this?

- Get the fuck gone, bitch.
- Ease up, I'm not a cop.

I'm looking for someone to sell me some.

- Would that be you?
- Ma'am.

Honest to God, you gotta get the fuck
out of here before you get hurt.

Tell you what, you don't call me ma'am,
I don't call you Limp Dick.

What the fuck? What?

Do you wanna find out
how limp my dick is?

Sure.

- Shit fool. She outplayed you.
- Okay, okay, we'll start again.

And if you still want my dick
after we're done talking,

I'll take you to my place.

- I'm Orlando. You can call me O.
- Hi.

- This is Slim. And your name is?
- Not important, Orlando.

You strike me as somebody who knows
everything that goes on around here.

Am I right? You know Blair in 307?

Skinny guy, nervous like a bitch,
always fixing his hair.

- And what is he to you?
- He's my ex.

What? What the fuck?

You were making time
with that deadbeat?

- Yeah, we all make mistakes.
- Oh, my God.

I guarantee you a better time
than that guy.

I don't doubt it. Seen him lately?

No, I ain't seen him for
like, a couple days.

Ever see him with anyone?

- Like a girl?
- Sure. Anyone.

No. He ain't been here longer than
three months. He just keeps to himself.

- Seriously, what's your name?
- Shardene.

- That's hilarious.
- Thanks anyway, O.

Were you serious about wanting
to buy some ice, or what?

How much?

Careful with this, okay?

We saw him with some dude
in a wheel chair.

- You remember Frank Sweeney?
- Sure.

Yeah, he's in a wheel chair now.

Shitting in a bag, the rest of his life.

You sure about that?

Yeah, it was real high-tech, too.
The wheelchair.

- It's like his dad or something?
- When was this?

Last week. Blair was like, being
all respectful. Kissing his ass.

Yo, Shardene. What about my dick?

No objects of any kind is to pass
between you and the inmate, counsel.

Not even a cookie.

You need Mr. Carlyle to sign
for something you call one of us.

I must be the luckiest guy
in the whole fucking world.

Come on, a celebrity hard timer such
as yourself? You get lots of visitors.

There's none that look like you, Jett.

How is the free world?

Still nothing free about it,
Mr. Carlyle.

- How are you doing?
- Catching up on my reading.

Turns out the Russians were pretty good.

- The French, overrated.
- You're staying?

- I got six more years.
- Wasn't my question.

I'm too old to pull
a crazy stunt like that.

No, I'm okay.
Give talks AA meetings on self-respect

and how to stay alive in this place
without taking too much shit.

It's all I can do for the fish,
you know. The basics.

- If you see it coming...
- Hit first with something heavy.

- If you don't see it coming...
- You're fucked.

You know the drill.

You ever miss the girls
with their razor blades and their shanks

- stuck in their toothbrush handles?
- Not so much.

What can I do for you?

Miljan Bestic.

- Never heard the name.
- I met him in Cuba. Lawyer of some kind.

- Anything else?
- He's dead. Just doesn't know it yet.

Don't tell me unless you want to.

I got caught in a situation
with my pants down.

Charlie's son, Junior, set me up.

I don't know if
or how much Charlie knows,

I don't know what the game is.

Make no mistake,
rattling Charlie's cage is suicidal.

No matter
how much his power's diminished.

And he loves that screwed up kid of his.
That's his weakness.

- You ever meet Ray Brewer?
- Don't believe I have.

He's a lawyer, well he's not exactly
a lawyer, works for my lawyer's firm.

I'll find out what I can about Bestic
and I'll get word to you through him.

I appreciate it.

You know if I could I'd give you
a great big wet kiss, Jett.

You are an inspiration
to men everywhere.

I was beginning to think
you weren't going to show.

Sorry.

- I have a favor to ask.
- Ask.

- I need to find Frank Sweeney.
- What's this about?

Doesn't involve Charlie or Junior.
This is personal.

Not very smart,
coming to me for that kind of intel.

Who says I'm smart?

I'll see what I can do.
What do you have for me?

Nothing right now.

Then I have a favor
to ask you in return.

- Ask.
- There was a robbery at the Savoy Club

out in Lynnville last week.
Know anything about it?

- No. You working robberies now?
- There was a woman involved.

Unfortunately the surveillance tapes
have been misplaced.

- You guys need to hire better help.
- Josie thinks it's you.

Josie feels threatened by me.

How'd you manage
to come without her today?

I explained to her you might feel
more comfortable talking just to me.

Didn't like that one bit, I bet.

How's it working out
with the two of you?

Fine. Some days better than others.

- Why is that funny?
- Just you.

Okay.

I wish you'd go away
and come back ten years ago.

Call me when you find Frank.

- Hi, mom.
- Hi, monkey. How was your bath?

- It was hot. But Maria says it wasn't.
- It was not hot.

She says it's lukewarm.
But that is a load of crap.

- What did you say?
- A load of crap!

What's with this language?

- Sara says that all the time.
- Who's Sara?

She's a girl who...
Well, first I thought she was a boy.

But, she's a girl.
Will you read me a story?

Sure.

"Once upon a time,
in a far away kingdom,"

"there was a beautiful young girl named
Olivia, who wished she could fly."

- Who gave you this book?
- Maria. She says it's okay.

Keep reading.

"'But only real princesses fly, '
said Mr. Horn, her imaginary unicorn."

- What happened to his forehead?
- He's a unicorn.

"So every day,
she would stare at the big sky"

"and call out to Mr. Mingo,
the pink flamingo."

- What happened?
- I got shot.

- You got shot?
- A shot. I got a shot. At the doctor's.

- Did it hurt?
- Still does.

"What are you thinking about today,
my pretty Olivia?"

"Mr. Mingo the pink flamingo would ask."

- I hate shots.
- Yeah, me too.

"And Olivia,
wide-eyed and true would always reply,"

"I wish I could marry a prince
so that one day I could fly."

Oh, please don't stop.
This is the best part.

Count to 50. I'll be right back.

Fifty? One, two, three...

- Hi there.
- Hey, Jett, how you doing tonight?

- Just fine, you?
- I'm good, good.

Just checking up on me?

Yeah, just making sure
everything is good

and also to let you know that I found
that record we were talking about.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah, I have it in my hands right now.

My Way, 1972. It's a French edition.

Starts with that Paul Anka tune
made famous by Frank Sinatra,

ends with Here Comes the Sun,
by George Harrison.

But right here, on side one, track four,

is Save Me,
written by the late Aretha Franklin.

I just wanted you to know.

Well then, I'll consider myself invited
to your hotel suite.

Maybe next Thursday,
if convenient for you?

I think I can make that work.

- Thank you for calling, Charlie.
- Pleasure's all mine.

- Good night.
- Night.

Daisy?

Was it Charlie?

I don't need details, but I need
to know who I'm looking out for.

Everybody. Always. You know that.

- What happens if he finds out?
- That's a big if.

What if Bestic simply kills you
after this job?

- Sounds like you're asking for details.
- I know what it sounds like.

I can't go to Charlie about Cuba
unless I know more about Bestic

and I can't move against Bestic
without any information.

And Dillon?

If the cops are sniffing around Junior,
I need the cops on a short leash.

What's happened?
Why are you so agitated?

- I'm not agitated.
- You sound agitated.

- Llike you're scared to death.
- I'm not scared.

I am reasonably afraid.

Did the doctors say
something else to you?

They need to run more tests next week,
but no, that's not it.

So what has changed?

You just said what I think you said?
You have a point.

Have you been having dreams again?

- No.
- Because they're only dreams.

They don't mean anything.

- Forget it.
- We're gonna figure this out.

- Get some sleep.
- Yeah. I'm gonna sleep like a baby.