Jett (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Josie - full transcript
Jett and fellow con McKay look to steal a collector's car; Josie is forced into a dangerous game with Junior.
MARÍA: There's a guy
in the kitchen waiting for you.
He's really handsome.
MAN: Miljan Bestic.
JETT:
There's gotta be something.
A sister. Divorced.
Ex works for Bestic.
You know him?
You said you needed to know
how many more jobs. Three.
Here's job number one.
Name is Nolan.
I got all kinds of patients.
An actress married
to this businessman.
In that garage is
a 1958 Mercedes-Benz roadster.
JOSIE: Salas and Junior,
cozy as fucking lice.
JACKIE DILLION: What did I say
about tailing Bobby on your own?
BOBBY LARKIN: Mrs. Castillo?
-I just got made.
-Bobby Larkin.
Bobby!
-It was nice to meet you.
-Same.
She's a cop,
and you brought her there.
I can't do this anymore.
I want a regular partner.
The new judge is setting up
a task force,
-and I think I should transfer.
-I'm not gonna let you do that.
I'm not asking
for your permission.
-What happened to your forehead?
-(GRUNTS)
-Tell me it was your brother.
-It was my brother.
We're gonna need a bigger house.
(phonograph needle
crackles on record)
("Malambo No. 1"
by Yma Sumac playing)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ What they do in Peru ♪
♪ Tusurikusun viditay ♪
♪ What they do in Peru ♪
♪ Tusurikusun viditay ♪
♪ What they do in Peru ♪
♪ Tusurikusun viditay ♪
♪ What they do in Peru ♪
♪ Tusurikusun viditay ♪
♪ A ti solito te quiero yo ♪
♪ Cholito lindo, bésame sí! ♪
♪ En tus brazos
me quiero morir ♪
♪ Cholito lindo, bésame si! ♪
♪ Ah! ♪
♪ Ah! ♪
♪ Wawa-wawawaw-wawawawa ♪
♪ Wawa-wawawaw
-wawawawa ♪
♪ Wawa-wawawaw-wawawawa ♪
(song ends)
(soft crackling)
(crackling stops)
-(distant siren wailing)
-(glass squeaking)
(muffled suction cup pops)
(glass clatters)
(wind whistling)
-You in?
-Jett (over radio): We're in.
(whirring)
(whirs)
(drill whirring)
(shatters)
(clicking)
(clicks)
(clicks)
(clicks)
(clicks)
(clicks)
(clicks)
♪ ♪
(chuckles)
(zips bag)
Charlie:
Did you hurt Mr. Tyler?
He didn't even know
we were there.
What if he'd seen you?
Would you?
Jett:
That's not what we do.
What's your name?
You know my name.
Charlie:
I'm asking 'cause
I want to hear you say it.
What's it to me
what you want?
(laughs)
Jesus Christ, man.
I'm just making conversation.
What's your name,
big guy?
McKay.
-Quinn speaks highly of you--
-Charlie, you're losing me here.
(sighs)
Charlie:
This associate of mine,
who you are accusing of trying
to rip you off, we've been doing
business for a long time.
Now, I instructed him to give
you 20%, and you waltz in here
and you tell me that he offered
you 10, and insulted your girl.
It wasn't insulting,
just unprofessional.
-(tape rips)
-Charlie! Please,
don't do this--
Shh, shh, shh.
Now, you hear what
we're talking about.
-I can explain everything--
-I know you been stealing
from me.
Coked-up
piece of shit.
I'm gonna ask you this once.
Did you or did you not
try to lowball Quinn?
-I did.
-And...
did you or did you not ask
Daisy to polish your knob?
It was a joke!
It was a harmless joke, man!
Was it funny?
Oh please, please!
Don't do this, Charlie!
(muffled crying)
Teach him some manners.
Smash his teeth in.
Charlie...
(scoffs)
-(tire iron clatters)
-Charlie: Fuck it.
I'll give you 25%.
(gunshots echo)
And, uh,
there might be
another job
we can all do together.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
We shouldn't have taken
that next job.
Ancient history.
It's good to see you.
Likewise.
So,
tell me about
the caretakers.
Gladys and Sal Hilburn
are a happy couple.
-Sweetheart...
-McKay: They go to the farmers'
market once a week,
-gym twice a week.
-Jett: Together?
McKay:
They like to spend
time with each other.
Only time they're apart,
he likes to have a beer
at a sports bar
called Chuck's Luck,
late afternoon.
Usually stays about an hour.
Jett:
What does she do
in the meantime?
McKay:
Fusses with the garden.
She's got lilies,
petunias, geraniums,
-all very neatly organized.
-(snips)
Jett:
What do they do at night?
McKay:
Stay in, mostly. Watch TV.
Twice, they've taken
a walk out on the beach,
but just 15 minutes or so.
-One night, I followed
them to the theater.
-Jett: Movie theater?
McKay:
No, no. Theater theater.
Musical comedies.
-Jett: Here?
-McKay: Locals get dressed up.
Meaning the men put on
shoes and pay 15 bucks
for a glass of wine,
bring it inside in a sippy cup.
How about neighbors?
Good news.
I left fliers next door,
three days running.
Nobody picked them up,
so I went in, looked around,
the place is empty.
There's access
to the Meadows Estate
through the back,
out of view of the street,
once you've disabled the alarms.
-Jett: Neighborhood watch?
-McKay: Rent-a-cops.
Every 45 minutes,
like clockwork.
-Jett: Any staff
at the neighbors?
-Pool guy, Tuesday.
Talked on the phone
for an hour,
skimming the water surface,
didn't do much else.
The gardeners came Wednesday.
Smoked a joint,
-blew leaves around.
-Jett: Same gardeners
both places?
McKay:
Different. Meadows Estate used
two Mexican guys
in a Ford truck.
Rivas brothers, real thorough.
-Jett: Maybe they can
give me a ride in.
-McKay: Maybe.
-Where do you want to start?
-Jett: Let's see what Gladys
keeps in her purse.
(ferry boat horn blows)
(indistinct chattering)
♪ ♪
(steam hissing)
(paper rustles)
They've been members of
the Portsmouth Playhouse
for seven years.
McKay:
Think they deserve
a token of appreciation.
Possible.
Thin.
Very thin.
We need to babysit them.
So, we get them a driver,
make an evening out of it.
With a uniform
and everything.
You look good
in a uniform.
But we need a driver
for the truck,
a real driver.
You know anyone?
Did you ever work with
Fred Mooney from Lafayette?
Doesn't ring a bell.
He's our guy.
Alice (over phone):
Mom?
What's up, monkey?
Where are you?
In a little town.
-What are you doing there?
-Just working.
-What are you doing?
-Talking to you on the phone.
-And before that?
-We ate pagan brownies.
Phoenix (over phone):
Vegan.
Alice:
Oh, not pagan. Vegan.
-Is that Phoenix?
-Yep.
-Did she pick you up at school?
-With Maria.
And Phoenix brought me
fashion magazines.
Maria let you read
fashion magazines?
But no gossip stuff.
Maria:
'Cause it rots
your brain.
Because it rots
your brain?
-Is that true?
-She's got a point.
-Mom?
-Monkey.
What is gossip?
Did you ask Maria?
She said to ask
you this time.
Gossip is when people
who don't know you
say not very nice
things about you.
-Like lying?
-Exactly.
Why do they have
a separate word for it?
That's a very good question.
I really don't know.
When are you
coming home?
By the weekend.
I miss you.
Miss you, too.
♪ ♪
Oh...
"In appreciation for
your continued support
"of the Portsmouth Players,
please find enclosed
"two reserved
orchestra seats
"to our smashing
theatrical extravaganza
Who Needs Flowers?,
starring Richard Kind."
(gasps)
I love Richard Kind.
-What is this?
-(gasps)
This Thursday?
How nice is that?
And they will
send a car for us.
What? What car?
It says so right here.
"A courtesy vehicle
"and driver at your
disposal so you can indulge
in our famous cucumber
martinis at the bar."
McKay: Judging by
his body language,
he's a little hesitant.
She, on the other hand,
she can barely
contain herself.
Already thinking
about the three martinis
she's gonna have.
-Keep your knuckles flat.
-Mm-hmm.
♪ ♪
Excuse me, chief?
-Can I help you?
-I am all turned around here.
I was trying to find
Brannigan's Cove.
You know where that is?
Brannigan's Cove?
-Isn't that the surfing place?
-McKay: Yes, sir.
-You fellas surf?
-No.
But I think it's about
a half-mile down that way,
past the old bus station.
Oh, that so?
Well, thank you kindly.
(keypad beeping)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(gardeners speaking Spanish)
(clicking)
(beeping)
(beeping)
(beeps)
(beeps)
♪ ♪
(door opening)
(beeps)
Jett:
Okay.
McKay (over radio):
Anything to report?
Jett:
These people have no taste.
Is it at least
expensive bad taste?
Nothing we can fence.
(leaf blower whirring)
Private security
just cruised by.
Jett (over radio):
Copy. Go to your post.
McKay:
You got eyes on it yet?
Jett:
Looking at it now.
♪ ♪
(leaf blower whirring outside)
(beeping)
-How badly do you want
to meet the gardeners?
-Trick question.
One is headed your way.
Jett:
Thought you said
they spent an hour in here.
Be that as it may,
you're not gonna make it
back in the house
to close that garage door.
Jett:
No point asking
which way he's facing.
McKay: Right now,
he's facing the other way,
about six feet away from you.
I'll meet you next door.
(beeping continuing)
(beeps)
McKay:
Can you see the front
gate from there?
♪ ♪
Jett:
Tell me it isn't
who I think it is.
McKay:
That's Nolan's car all right.
Jett:
Alarm is reset.
See you in 30 seconds.
McKay:
He's driving off.
Let's make sure
he never does that again.
Okay.
(alarm countdown beeping)
♪ ♪
Did you catch
the driver?
(sighs) Yes.
Any idea who she is?
Not the missus.
Whole time I watched them,
she stayed home all day,
shopping online.
Mrs. Nolan passed
the 300-pound mark years ago.
Never looked back.
Amateurs.
You want me to talk to him?
No, I think I better.
♪ ♪
Receptionist:
So how did you do last night?
Really? Doesn't he have
a girlfriend? (laughs)
I know...
Uh, just one second.
-Can I help you?
-Yes, I have an appointment
with Dr. Nolan.
-What's your name?
-Ms. Evans.
Oh, I'm sorry, Ms. Evans,
I don't have you down.
-When did you make
your appointment?
-I did it directly
with the doctor.
He said for me
to come in this afternoon.
That's very unorthodox.
Go tell him I'm here.
Receptionist:
Ma'am, why don't you start
by filling this out,
and I'll see if the doctor
can fit you in.
Yeah--
Either you go tell him or I do.
Receptionist:
I'll call you right back.
(whispering indistinctly)
The doctor will see you now.
(sighs) You can hang
your clothes on the back
of this door,
put the robe on,
or... not.
(door opens)
-This is not a good idea.
-How much does she know?
-Excuse me?
-Vicky.
My receptionist?
I don't care
you're banging her.
I simply need to know
what I'm dealing with here.
(scoffs) Hey, I don't like
your attitude.
This is my deal, you know.
I put this thing together,
brought it to Evans, so
what I do in my private life
is very little
of-of...
your concern, and you
just waltzing in here?
I gotta tell you,
I'm shocked at the level
of unprofessionalism--
This morning,
when you drove past
the Meadows Estate,
what did you tell Vicky?
How did you-- What, are
you people following me?
Join us.
-Vicky...
-Uh-huh?
...Barry is involved in
a criminal enterprise
that will go off the rails
if he is caught driving past
the scene of the crime again.
Do you understand?
-Yeah, she doesn't know any--
-So, whatever he promises you
or tells you is fine with us,
as long as you keep him
away from that place
for the next few days.
-Think you can manage that?
-Of course.
Who else has
he told about this?
-Hey, I'm standing
right here, you know--
-Keep your voice down, Doctor.
No one else,
I swear.
Good.
Now everybody's
on the same page.
I leave this matter
in your hands.
-(sighs)
-He won't go near there again.
I promise.
(door closes)
Man:
That you?
-Vicky: Sure hope so.
-Pick up my beer?
No. I forgot.
Vicky, how many times
I gotta remind you?
I don't know, 20?
Enough times for you
to do it yourself.
What bug crawled up your ass?
It's real.
What's real?
Barry.
He's really gonna
go through with it.
A woman came by
the office today,
one of the thieves.
I mean...
you should've seen this
bitch put him in his place.
Christ.
I could've kissed her.
-Oh, yeah?
-(laughs)
What'd she look like?
-Stop.
-I have been
missing you all day.
-I gotta take a shower.
-No, you don't.
Yes, I do.
Putting some time
in with him, huh?
When's this job?
-They won't tell him.
-They won't tell him?
No.
They don't trust him.
What are
we supposed to do?
Watch the place
until it happens.
I'm supposed to, like,
what, be there 24/7,
hoping nobody's
gonna notice me?
Yeah, it will do
you some good.
You're a little edgy,
cooped up in here.
Just be sure
they don't see you.
(sighs)
I think he broke
a vertebrae.
He is no premature
ejaculator,
-I will give him that.
-Don't go telling me this.
I'm afraid my arms
are gonna give out,
and he's gonna crush me
and suffocate me
before he realizes.
I don't want to hear
this shit.
He says he eats
when gets nervous.
I never met anyone
more nervous.
(rapid gunfire on video game)
(ferry boat horn blows)
-Jett: Where'd you meet him?
-McKay: 4000 Cooper Street,
-Jackson, Michigan.
-(footsteps approaching)
Jett:
Low point in your life.
McKay:
Low point in everybody's life.
Jett:
What was he in for?
McKay:
Seven to 20 for armed robbery.
They tried to cut a deal
with him.
Talk and walk,
but he turned them down.
-Hung in there,
did the full seven.
-Hmm.
He's solid,
not some
racecar asshole.
(door opens)
-Thanks for picking me up, sir.
-Fred, this here's Kowalski.
♪ ♪
-And what do you
like to be called?
-Kowalski.
-You get me a uniform?
-It just needs to be pressed.
Got a line on
an 18-wheeler, too, sir.
Checking it this afternoon.
How much time you put
in the Army, Fred?
Fred:
Two years,
before sniper school,
and then about six more months,
till they kicked me out.
-Sniper school.
-Yeah.
What did
they kick you out for?
-(car starts)
-Still not sure about that.
You work alone,
mostly as a sniper.
(crickets chirping)
(sighs)
(urinating)
♪ ♪
What are you doing here?
Quinn:
Is that how
you say hello?
Am I supposed to come
running and jump in your arms?
What's wrong
with that?
Not happy
to see me?
Sure I am.
This isn't the first
time this happens.
You dreamt
of me in jail?
-Didn't you?
-Sure.
That was mostly
about... sex.
This is
something else.
Yeah,
but it's nice.
Better than
a cell block dream?
Different.
What would you say
if you were really here?
I'd say...
everybody
makes mistakes.
I can't picture you
saying that.
What do you picture?
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
-This is a no standing zone.
-Huh?
-You can't be parked here.
-Oh.
Shit, I was just, uh,
tired, you know? I...
pulled over
to try to catch some Zs.
-You live around here?
-Uh, no.
I'm staying
with a, a lady friend.
How about you?
Uh, what time is it?
Nine in the morning.
Wanna smoke a bowl?
I'm working, dude.
Right. Right, shit.
(chuckles)
If you want to get
a beer some time,
I'll buy the first round.
I'm Henry.
All right, Henry. Seth.
-Drive careful, will you?
-(clears throat)
(starts car)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(keypad beeps)
-Gladys: Hello?
-Car's here.
♪ ♪
Hello. I'm Gladys.
This is my husband, Sal.
-Good evening, sir.
-What's your name?
-Freddie.
-Freddie.
Hi, Freddie. Thank you.
Sal:
Thanks.
♪ ♪
(beeping)
(beeps)
♪ ♪
So, how do we work this?
Do we get your num--
I wrote it down,
but I'll be right here
when you folks come out.
-Enjoy the show.
-Thank you, Freddie.
Okay, they're in.
Jett (over phone):
Wait till the show starts,
then head over.
(phone ringing)
-Fred.
-Jett: You're on.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(hydraulic lift whirring)
(lift whirring)
♪ ♪
Stick to the speed limit.
Check in later.
See you tomorrow
night at 10:00.
Yes, sir... Miss.
-I could just leave them there.
-(truck driving)
No. Pick 'em up,
drop 'em off.
Everything
completely normal.
No reason for anyone to
notice anything for a while.
-See you back at the motel.
-See ya.
♪ ♪
(clock ticking)
Henry:
Put it down.
No fast moves.
Hands on your head.
Turn around, slow.
This house is empty, huh?
You figure make it
your base of operations?
I can see why. Smart.
I had the same thought,
so we're both smart.
Remember that.
-What's your name?
-Maria.
You don't look Mexican.
Is that miss or missus?
Maria's fine.
Play your cards
close to your vest, huh?
That's cool.
I watched you and the two guys
do your thing.
Slick.
I could've done all three of you
and taken off with the truck,
and then I thought
to myself, hold on.
Why would I drive
a semi when I can just
ask you where
it's going and cut it off
at the drop-off site?
Where's it going?
A shipping
yard in Bergen.
-And how do I know
you're not lying?
-You don't.
-Who are you?
-I'll tell you who I'm not.
I'm not some, some sissy doctor
that you can just push around.
You have to deal
with me on equal terms!
(laughing): Yeah.
You're like, who is this guy?
I can see the thought bubble
on top of your head.
You're like,
who the hell is this dude?
I'm the mystery dude, honey,
who you never saw coming.
That's why you're standing
there like a, like a brain fart,
shorting out your
entire cerebral cortex,
while I have a gun
on your face.
Take your shirt off.
Why?
Because I want to see
you topless.
No.
If you don't do it,
I'll kill you!
You're not gonna kill me
because I'm no use to you dead.
You need to verify what
I tell you is the truth,
and I am your only
leverage with my partners.
Turn around.
I gotta frisk you.
-(smacks)
-(grunts)
(crickets chirring)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Hi, Bobby!
Tiffany, hey.
I'm just closing up,
but I can show you around,
you want to take a look.
I brought you
a coffee. Um,
I heard you were
quitting your job.
Uh, yeah.
(sighs)
It's like (sighs)...
It's like a wheel
that you spin,
and you stop spinning
it, but it...
you know, it keeps going
just on momentum.
That's what we're like.
He comes from
a lot of pain.
His father is
a complete monster.
And his mother...
she killed herself.
What do you think
he's gonna do?
(sighs)
I don't know.
He's just so paranoid.
Like the other day,
when we--
when we ran into you,
he told me you
were a cop.
Like, flat out, he honestly
believes that. (scoffs)
Bobby, I am a cop.
(laughs)
That's not even funny.
I think you're
in real danger here.
We can protect
you from him.
-Get out of my face.
-Think it over. Leave this
in your office,
don't take it home,
but call me.
I said, get the fuck
out of my face, lady!
(door closes)
(soft jazz music playing)
I thought you might
want to make a toast to us.
(slurping)
-(scoffs)
-I will, I swear to God.
-Guess not.
-No, no, no. I just,
I don't want to rush it.
Let me just go
to the bathroom first.
-(coughing)
-Again?
(coughs) I swear to God,
I knew you were gonna say that.
The sangria's going
through me quicker
than grain
through a pigeon.
That's so romantic.
Don't be mean.
(sighs)
I'm sorry.
(voices chattering in Spanish)
Josie:
You've reached
Detective Josie Lambert.
Leave a message,
and I'll call you back.
-(beeps)
-Come on.
Two days,
you can't call me back?
You're pissed because
of the task force thing.
I'm an asshole.
Let's discuss.
And I-I didn't not
recommend you to Carter.
I told him I couldn't
spare you right now,
could we review this
at a later date.
Which is true.
Just call me back, please?
Please, call me back.
(sighs)
I miss you.
♪ ♪
Maria:
You used to be a junkie?
Glamorous stuff.
You miss it?
You don't
have to worry,
me being
around Alice.
I don't know a lot of
trustworthy junkies.
Well, I'm a different
person now.
My dad was a part-time
drug dealer.
I don't think that
his heart was in it,
but since he was
always unemployed,
living off my mother,
I guess at some point,
he had the brilliant idea
that smuggling heroin
was relatively simple.
Took us on holiday
to Portugal when I was nine.
On the way back, my cousin
and I had to wear condoms
packed with smack,
taped to our waists.
Little angels that no one
would suspect at customs.
Where was your mom in all this?
Too scared,
and too dumb
to do anything.
♪ ♪
Was he violent?
Average.
Once a week,
sometimes not even,
but enough that
she was petrified.
My step-father,
Neal's dad,
he loved to hit us.
But he took it out
on Neal worse than me.
He was gentler
with me.
How gentle?
No, not like that.
Mm-mm.
He felt me up
this one time
he was wasted,
but I told him,
if he ever tried that
again, I'd kill him.
Did you mean it?
Yeah, I was 14.
I don't think I had sex yet.
Maybe later that year.
I was giving
hand jobs before that.
Well, anyway, he was
really embarrassed,
so I figured he wasn't
such a bad guy deep down.
-Until he cleaned out
my mom's bank account.
-(laughs)
-That usually wakes people up.
-Yeah.
She never had
any luck with men.
Is your father
still alive?
No.
Was it a sudden thing?
Very...
unexpected.
Especially by him.
You miss him?
One day, he took me out
for ice cream.
On the way back,
we got stuck
in this rain shower.
-(rain pattering)
-I'd never seen rain so much,
like something from the Bible.
(thunder rumbling)
I was wearing these
little white shorts
and a tank top,
soaked it straight through.
The way he looked at me,
hypnotized,
no one's ever looked
at me that way.
I miss that,
but not from him.
Alice:
Phoenix! Where'd you go?
Nothing bad will happen
to Alice on my watch.
Good.
Wilbur Force:
I'd almost rather
go to the dentist
-than anywhere, wouldn't you?
-Seymour: Yeah.
Wilbur Force:
Now, no Novocain.
It dulls the senses.
This is gonna hurt you
more than it is me.
Oh, goody, goody,
here it comes!
(panting)
-(drill whirring)
-(screaming)
-(mutes TV)
-(door closes)
-Chucky, that you?
-(bottle pops open)
(bottle cap clatters)
Jesus, you scared
the hell out of me.
-Charlie's not here.
-Yeah, I know.
He sent us
to get you.
-What for?
-(chuckles)
Ask him when you see him.
I just do what I'm told.
The man said grab Bobby,
bring him over.
-(music playing over radio)
-♪ Yeah ♪
♪ I can't wait ♪
♪ No, I can't... ♪
(tires screech)
-(knocking)
-Dillon: Open up!
-(knocking)
-Josie!
Hey!
What do you think
you're doing?
Do you have someone
in there?
Yes, I'm on a date.
Oh, a date?
How civilized.
Can I meet him?
-I'm calling you a taxi.
-No, fuck that.
Hey! Jack!
You're drunk.
(laughing)
Is that your
expert opinion?
Let go of me.
I don't want
to hurt you.
What a relief.
I am hurt.
-Fucking pissed off at you.
-No.
-Can we not do this?
-What, what are we doing?
What are we going?
We're just talking.
How about we skip
to the part where
it's tomorrow
and you apologize,
and then we can talk?
But right now, you need
to go home to your wife,
in one piece.
You know what
your problem is?
You want things
that you won't admit to.
That is your problem.
-(scoffs) Okay.
-Yeah, yeah.
Y-you don't just want
these things. You need 'em.
You want the, the, the...
the picket fence
and the little fat baby
and the fluffy dog
and the Christmas cards.
You pretend like
you don't, but you do.
And it's all this
hypocrisy between us
that's created all this conflict
and, and, and... confusion.
Oh gee, doc, would you look
at that? We're out of time.
-We'll continue this
in the next session.
-Don't do that.
Don't shut
me out, okay?
I'm the one who's
shutting you out?
What I want to know is
where is your date?
Is he, is he in the bathroom?
Is he taking a dump,
or is he...
hiding like a little bitch?
He's got nothing to do
with this. Let him be.
Oh.
You're gonna take his side?
You must really like this guy.
-Do I know him?
-Fuck you.
Hey, boy toy!
-Boy toy, come on out here!
-(footsteps descending stairs)
-Don't be rude!
-Hey. Shh.
(sighs)
I don't know him.
-Is there a problem here?
-No problem, Bill.
Okay? Just give me a second.
Please.
Please,
do not sleep with Bill.
-Give me your car keys.
-Just give me a chance.
Give me your
car keys.
You're gonna have to wait
outside while I call a cab.
You mean, wait outside
while you fuck this guy?
Give me the keys.
Did you pick him up
or he picked you up?
Just tell me.
I'll see you
tomorrow.
-Just tell me.
-I will tell you tomorrow!
Jack. Jack!
(door slams)
-I didn't realize
you had a boyfriend.
-(sighs)
Ex-boyfriend. It's over.
-By the way, it's Phil.
-Hmm?
My name. You thought
it was Bill?
No. Phil.
Phillip.
-I know.
-God.
I just didn't want to correct
you in front of him.
Does he know it's over?
Let's discuss that after.
(heavy breathing)
(laughter)
(knocking on door)
(both sigh)
I know you're having
second thoughts right now,
but I want you
to fuck me so bad.
He doesn't have
a key, does he?
-No.
-(both laugh)
(door opens)
Motherfucking asshole!
One second.
-It'll be better if I just go.
-Phil, I'll handle it.
(sighs)
Is this what you wanted to see?
Taggart:
Now you mention it...
♪ ♪
Whatever you think
you're doing here,
-I'm giving you the chance--
-You sleep in the raw?
-Or you got company?
-Turn around
-and leave right now.
-Hey!
(gunshots)
Anybody else here?
(grunts)
What the fuck is
wrong with you?
You're coming
with us for a ride.
I advise you, it'd be better
if you didn't fight it.
Go get her some panties.
(wheezes)
Wesley Taggart
from the Motor City.
Junior's do-anything man.
I appreciate a girl
that doesn't shave
her bush nowadays.
It shows character.
But you like much younger girls,
if I remember correctly.
Oh, my goodness, Detective.
You wouldn't be
trying to provoke me?
Whatever it is that you
think you gotta do tonight,
you don't.
Junior's being watched,
and you're gonna take
the fall with him.
Seriously?
Josephine, if someone
is watching Junior,
it's a God damn long leash.
So, why don't we quit
fucking the dog here?
Nobody is coming to save you.
♪ ♪
Did he break a rib?
I don't know
where he got the idea
to tackle you like that.
Hey, why'd you antagonize
the detective like that, huh?
-I don't like sneaky people.
-(Taggart laughs)
Ah, you truly are
unpredictable, man.
Where are
we going?
If I told you,
you wouldn't believe me.
Try me.
-You won't believe
it until it happens.
-Until what happens?
(Josie gasping)
Sit down.
(Josie grunting)
Yeah.
(panting)
(chuckles)
You like Hangman?
It is
a solid game.
We're gonna play
a round, but...
we're gonna play
a little differently.
You get the word right,
you walk.
But, and here's
the fine print,
you might not walk with
every body part intact.
I mean, unless you're
a Hangman shark,
but I have no way
knowing that, so...
if you get a letter wrong,
I get to cut a part of you.
Hand, foot, head.
And now you're probably
going, "Well, wait!
What if the word is
really long?"
But I'm no cheat.
Unlike some people
I can mention.
Where's Bobby?
No. No!
You're not allowed
to say his name.
Okay! Here we go.
Four-letter word.
Pick a letter.
-I'm not playing.
-Did you say A?
'Cause you strike me
like the cautious type.
You start with
vowels for sure.
We're building a case
against your father, not you.
Hmm. Hey, Josie?
Don't demean yourself by saying
inane shit like that, okay?
Now, did I hear an E?
And I forgot to mention
that this is speed Hangman.
The clock is ticking.
We have nothing
on you, Junior.
Bobby doesn't
know anything.
Didn't know.
What did you do?
What did I do? What did I do?
Well, you're
the detective, Josie!
What do you think I did? Hmm?
Now, did you say I?
I think I did hear an I.
Yes, there is an I.
Here we go.
Now see, technically,
that's not allowed,
but I'm in a generous mood.
Now, pick a consonant, Josie.
And don't disappoint me.
What's it gonna be?
Hmm?
-(whimpers)
-What's it gonna be, Jojo?
N.
-What was that?
-I said N!
N! Hoo! My Lord.
You lucky slut.
There is an N!
All right, halfway there.
30 seconds left.
I will never tell a soul.
Twenty seconds.
R.
R? R, R...
Hmm?
Nope, so sorry.
There's no R.
Are you left-handed
or right-handed?
-No, no, no!
-(indistinct yelling)
-(panting)
-Okay.
Just answer the man,
Detective.
I can choose for you.
Right.
Mm, right. Power
of persuasion.
(chainsaw rumbling)
(screaming)
(sobbing)
-(smacks)
-(yells)
(men grunting)
Junior:
Oh...
Where you going, Jojo?
We just got started.
(chuckles)
Josie...
Josie.
You know,
the word was jinx.
And I think,
with a little more time,
you would've gotten there.
(sighs)
Much better than Bobby.
He sobbed
the entire time.
Couldn't make
a lick of sense.
I cut his balls off.
Gonna make a nice
pasta sauce with them.
Out of respect, of course.
(panting)
(groans)
(panting)
(grunts)
(footsteps approach)
♪ ♪
-(clangs)
-(grunts)
Aah, fuck!
(panting)
(clangs)
(bullets ricochet)
(rattling)
Get up.
Taggart:
Yo! Find her?
Hopper:
Negative.
Hopper:
Fuck, she's fast.
-Taggart: Yo, Hop.
-Yeah?
Over here. You see her?
I already checked
down the south side.
She might've gone down
the pathway when we were
in the alleyway, but...
I think she just kept running.
(conversation continues
indistinctly)
(splats)
(Josie gasping)
(gunfire)
(chainsaw buzzing)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
(SCREAMS)
MAN: I know you?
Not yet. But if you've got
any sense of self-preservation,
I recommend you hurry inside.
You are a bad dog.
You wouldn't just be pretending
to be unconscious, would ya?
You in some kinda trouble
in here, Henry?
(TINKLING)
MARIA: You think you're
in charge of your own destiny?
PHOENIX: I don't know anything.
You are not.
So here is your chance
to walk away.
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
(TOOL BUZZES)
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
SEBASTIAN GUTIERREZ:
In episode six,
the heist of this precious car
in Portsmouth
is important because Jett calls
a former partner called McKay,
who is gonna play a big part
in the rest of the season
'cause she needs a team
to try and steal this car.
♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
The job itself
is not very complicated.
We see Jett in her element.
It's almost like taking candy
from a baby.
EDDIE MCKAY: (OVER MIC)
Anything to report?
(LOCKS CLICK)
JETT KOWALSKI:
These people have no taste.
CARLA GUGINO:
She walks into a house
that she knows no connection to,
and she sees a picture
of Charlie Baudelaire.
And... that is a big moment
of realization for Jett
because these jobs
aren't random,
and they're all tied together
by one thing, which is Charlie.
GUTIERREZ: One of the banes
of Jett's existence
is things getting out
of control,
not because somebody smarter
than you has outwitted you,
but because stupid people
are doing stupid things.
MCKAY: Can you see
the front gate from there?
JETT: Tell me it isn't
who I think it is.
GUTIERREZ: Vicky is
a small town femme fatale
trying to figure out her way
out of this town.
JETT: Join us.
GUGINO:
She ends up having an affair
with the doctor
that she's working with,
but also has a boyfriend
who messes things up even worse.
-I've been missing you all day.
-Stop.
When's this job?
Just be sure they don't see you.
All the men around her
are not super bright.
She's much brighter
than all of them,
and Jett realizes that
the way she can control
the situation is through Vicky.
-She doesn't know anything.
-So whatever he promises you
or tells you is fine with us,
as long as you keep him
away from that place
for the next few days.
Think you can manage that?
Of course.
Now everybody's
on the same page.
GUTIERREZ: You can be
so good at what you do,
but if something
that doesn't make any sense
surprises you,
it might take you down.
And for a moment,
Henry's ineptitude
throws her off her game,
and it puts Jett
in a lot of danger.
HENRY:
Put it down. No fast moves.
GUGINO: As fate would have it,
in the same way
that she went to prison
probably for one
of her lesser crimes,
she is knocked out
by one of her lesser foes.
Turn around.
GUGINO:
We're not sure what happens,
and we don't end up seeing her
for quite some time.
(GRUNTS)
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
in the kitchen waiting for you.
He's really handsome.
MAN: Miljan Bestic.
JETT:
There's gotta be something.
A sister. Divorced.
Ex works for Bestic.
You know him?
You said you needed to know
how many more jobs. Three.
Here's job number one.
Name is Nolan.
I got all kinds of patients.
An actress married
to this businessman.
In that garage is
a 1958 Mercedes-Benz roadster.
JOSIE: Salas and Junior,
cozy as fucking lice.
JACKIE DILLION: What did I say
about tailing Bobby on your own?
BOBBY LARKIN: Mrs. Castillo?
-I just got made.
-Bobby Larkin.
Bobby!
-It was nice to meet you.
-Same.
She's a cop,
and you brought her there.
I can't do this anymore.
I want a regular partner.
The new judge is setting up
a task force,
-and I think I should transfer.
-I'm not gonna let you do that.
I'm not asking
for your permission.
-What happened to your forehead?
-(GRUNTS)
-Tell me it was your brother.
-It was my brother.
We're gonna need a bigger house.
(phonograph needle
crackles on record)
("Malambo No. 1"
by Yma Sumac playing)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ What they do in Peru ♪
♪ Tusurikusun viditay ♪
♪ What they do in Peru ♪
♪ Tusurikusun viditay ♪
♪ What they do in Peru ♪
♪ Tusurikusun viditay ♪
♪ What they do in Peru ♪
♪ Tusurikusun viditay ♪
♪ A ti solito te quiero yo ♪
♪ Cholito lindo, bésame sí! ♪
♪ En tus brazos
me quiero morir ♪
♪ Cholito lindo, bésame si! ♪
♪ Ah! ♪
♪ Ah! ♪
♪ Wawa-wawawaw-wawawawa ♪
♪ Wawa-wawawaw
-wawawawa ♪
♪ Wawa-wawawaw-wawawawa ♪
(song ends)
(soft crackling)
(crackling stops)
-(distant siren wailing)
-(glass squeaking)
(muffled suction cup pops)
(glass clatters)
(wind whistling)
-You in?
-Jett (over radio): We're in.
(whirring)
(whirs)
(drill whirring)
(shatters)
(clicking)
(clicks)
(clicks)
(clicks)
(clicks)
(clicks)
(clicks)
♪ ♪
(chuckles)
(zips bag)
Charlie:
Did you hurt Mr. Tyler?
He didn't even know
we were there.
What if he'd seen you?
Would you?
Jett:
That's not what we do.
What's your name?
You know my name.
Charlie:
I'm asking 'cause
I want to hear you say it.
What's it to me
what you want?
(laughs)
Jesus Christ, man.
I'm just making conversation.
What's your name,
big guy?
McKay.
-Quinn speaks highly of you--
-Charlie, you're losing me here.
(sighs)
Charlie:
This associate of mine,
who you are accusing of trying
to rip you off, we've been doing
business for a long time.
Now, I instructed him to give
you 20%, and you waltz in here
and you tell me that he offered
you 10, and insulted your girl.
It wasn't insulting,
just unprofessional.
-(tape rips)
-Charlie! Please,
don't do this--
Shh, shh, shh.
Now, you hear what
we're talking about.
-I can explain everything--
-I know you been stealing
from me.
Coked-up
piece of shit.
I'm gonna ask you this once.
Did you or did you not
try to lowball Quinn?
-I did.
-And...
did you or did you not ask
Daisy to polish your knob?
It was a joke!
It was a harmless joke, man!
Was it funny?
Oh please, please!
Don't do this, Charlie!
(muffled crying)
Teach him some manners.
Smash his teeth in.
Charlie...
(scoffs)
-(tire iron clatters)
-Charlie: Fuck it.
I'll give you 25%.
(gunshots echo)
And, uh,
there might be
another job
we can all do together.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
We shouldn't have taken
that next job.
Ancient history.
It's good to see you.
Likewise.
So,
tell me about
the caretakers.
Gladys and Sal Hilburn
are a happy couple.
-Sweetheart...
-McKay: They go to the farmers'
market once a week,
-gym twice a week.
-Jett: Together?
McKay:
They like to spend
time with each other.
Only time they're apart,
he likes to have a beer
at a sports bar
called Chuck's Luck,
late afternoon.
Usually stays about an hour.
Jett:
What does she do
in the meantime?
McKay:
Fusses with the garden.
She's got lilies,
petunias, geraniums,
-all very neatly organized.
-(snips)
Jett:
What do they do at night?
McKay:
Stay in, mostly. Watch TV.
Twice, they've taken
a walk out on the beach,
but just 15 minutes or so.
-One night, I followed
them to the theater.
-Jett: Movie theater?
McKay:
No, no. Theater theater.
Musical comedies.
-Jett: Here?
-McKay: Locals get dressed up.
Meaning the men put on
shoes and pay 15 bucks
for a glass of wine,
bring it inside in a sippy cup.
How about neighbors?
Good news.
I left fliers next door,
three days running.
Nobody picked them up,
so I went in, looked around,
the place is empty.
There's access
to the Meadows Estate
through the back,
out of view of the street,
once you've disabled the alarms.
-Jett: Neighborhood watch?
-McKay: Rent-a-cops.
Every 45 minutes,
like clockwork.
-Jett: Any staff
at the neighbors?
-Pool guy, Tuesday.
Talked on the phone
for an hour,
skimming the water surface,
didn't do much else.
The gardeners came Wednesday.
Smoked a joint,
-blew leaves around.
-Jett: Same gardeners
both places?
McKay:
Different. Meadows Estate used
two Mexican guys
in a Ford truck.
Rivas brothers, real thorough.
-Jett: Maybe they can
give me a ride in.
-McKay: Maybe.
-Where do you want to start?
-Jett: Let's see what Gladys
keeps in her purse.
(ferry boat horn blows)
(indistinct chattering)
♪ ♪
(steam hissing)
(paper rustles)
They've been members of
the Portsmouth Playhouse
for seven years.
McKay:
Think they deserve
a token of appreciation.
Possible.
Thin.
Very thin.
We need to babysit them.
So, we get them a driver,
make an evening out of it.
With a uniform
and everything.
You look good
in a uniform.
But we need a driver
for the truck,
a real driver.
You know anyone?
Did you ever work with
Fred Mooney from Lafayette?
Doesn't ring a bell.
He's our guy.
Alice (over phone):
Mom?
What's up, monkey?
Where are you?
In a little town.
-What are you doing there?
-Just working.
-What are you doing?
-Talking to you on the phone.
-And before that?
-We ate pagan brownies.
Phoenix (over phone):
Vegan.
Alice:
Oh, not pagan. Vegan.
-Is that Phoenix?
-Yep.
-Did she pick you up at school?
-With Maria.
And Phoenix brought me
fashion magazines.
Maria let you read
fashion magazines?
But no gossip stuff.
Maria:
'Cause it rots
your brain.
Because it rots
your brain?
-Is that true?
-She's got a point.
-Mom?
-Monkey.
What is gossip?
Did you ask Maria?
She said to ask
you this time.
Gossip is when people
who don't know you
say not very nice
things about you.
-Like lying?
-Exactly.
Why do they have
a separate word for it?
That's a very good question.
I really don't know.
When are you
coming home?
By the weekend.
I miss you.
Miss you, too.
♪ ♪
Oh...
"In appreciation for
your continued support
"of the Portsmouth Players,
please find enclosed
"two reserved
orchestra seats
"to our smashing
theatrical extravaganza
Who Needs Flowers?,
starring Richard Kind."
(gasps)
I love Richard Kind.
-What is this?
-(gasps)
This Thursday?
How nice is that?
And they will
send a car for us.
What? What car?
It says so right here.
"A courtesy vehicle
"and driver at your
disposal so you can indulge
in our famous cucumber
martinis at the bar."
McKay: Judging by
his body language,
he's a little hesitant.
She, on the other hand,
she can barely
contain herself.
Already thinking
about the three martinis
she's gonna have.
-Keep your knuckles flat.
-Mm-hmm.
♪ ♪
Excuse me, chief?
-Can I help you?
-I am all turned around here.
I was trying to find
Brannigan's Cove.
You know where that is?
Brannigan's Cove?
-Isn't that the surfing place?
-McKay: Yes, sir.
-You fellas surf?
-No.
But I think it's about
a half-mile down that way,
past the old bus station.
Oh, that so?
Well, thank you kindly.
(keypad beeping)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(gardeners speaking Spanish)
(clicking)
(beeping)
(beeping)
(beeps)
(beeps)
♪ ♪
(door opening)
(beeps)
Jett:
Okay.
McKay (over radio):
Anything to report?
Jett:
These people have no taste.
Is it at least
expensive bad taste?
Nothing we can fence.
(leaf blower whirring)
Private security
just cruised by.
Jett (over radio):
Copy. Go to your post.
McKay:
You got eyes on it yet?
Jett:
Looking at it now.
♪ ♪
(leaf blower whirring outside)
(beeping)
-How badly do you want
to meet the gardeners?
-Trick question.
One is headed your way.
Jett:
Thought you said
they spent an hour in here.
Be that as it may,
you're not gonna make it
back in the house
to close that garage door.
Jett:
No point asking
which way he's facing.
McKay: Right now,
he's facing the other way,
about six feet away from you.
I'll meet you next door.
(beeping continuing)
(beeps)
McKay:
Can you see the front
gate from there?
♪ ♪
Jett:
Tell me it isn't
who I think it is.
McKay:
That's Nolan's car all right.
Jett:
Alarm is reset.
See you in 30 seconds.
McKay:
He's driving off.
Let's make sure
he never does that again.
Okay.
(alarm countdown beeping)
♪ ♪
Did you catch
the driver?
(sighs) Yes.
Any idea who she is?
Not the missus.
Whole time I watched them,
she stayed home all day,
shopping online.
Mrs. Nolan passed
the 300-pound mark years ago.
Never looked back.
Amateurs.
You want me to talk to him?
No, I think I better.
♪ ♪
Receptionist:
So how did you do last night?
Really? Doesn't he have
a girlfriend? (laughs)
I know...
Uh, just one second.
-Can I help you?
-Yes, I have an appointment
with Dr. Nolan.
-What's your name?
-Ms. Evans.
Oh, I'm sorry, Ms. Evans,
I don't have you down.
-When did you make
your appointment?
-I did it directly
with the doctor.
He said for me
to come in this afternoon.
That's very unorthodox.
Go tell him I'm here.
Receptionist:
Ma'am, why don't you start
by filling this out,
and I'll see if the doctor
can fit you in.
Yeah--
Either you go tell him or I do.
Receptionist:
I'll call you right back.
(whispering indistinctly)
The doctor will see you now.
(sighs) You can hang
your clothes on the back
of this door,
put the robe on,
or... not.
(door opens)
-This is not a good idea.
-How much does she know?
-Excuse me?
-Vicky.
My receptionist?
I don't care
you're banging her.
I simply need to know
what I'm dealing with here.
(scoffs) Hey, I don't like
your attitude.
This is my deal, you know.
I put this thing together,
brought it to Evans, so
what I do in my private life
is very little
of-of...
your concern, and you
just waltzing in here?
I gotta tell you,
I'm shocked at the level
of unprofessionalism--
This morning,
when you drove past
the Meadows Estate,
what did you tell Vicky?
How did you-- What, are
you people following me?
Join us.
-Vicky...
-Uh-huh?
...Barry is involved in
a criminal enterprise
that will go off the rails
if he is caught driving past
the scene of the crime again.
Do you understand?
-Yeah, she doesn't know any--
-So, whatever he promises you
or tells you is fine with us,
as long as you keep him
away from that place
for the next few days.
-Think you can manage that?
-Of course.
Who else has
he told about this?
-Hey, I'm standing
right here, you know--
-Keep your voice down, Doctor.
No one else,
I swear.
Good.
Now everybody's
on the same page.
I leave this matter
in your hands.
-(sighs)
-He won't go near there again.
I promise.
(door closes)
Man:
That you?
-Vicky: Sure hope so.
-Pick up my beer?
No. I forgot.
Vicky, how many times
I gotta remind you?
I don't know, 20?
Enough times for you
to do it yourself.
What bug crawled up your ass?
It's real.
What's real?
Barry.
He's really gonna
go through with it.
A woman came by
the office today,
one of the thieves.
I mean...
you should've seen this
bitch put him in his place.
Christ.
I could've kissed her.
-Oh, yeah?
-(laughs)
What'd she look like?
-Stop.
-I have been
missing you all day.
-I gotta take a shower.
-No, you don't.
Yes, I do.
Putting some time
in with him, huh?
When's this job?
-They won't tell him.
-They won't tell him?
No.
They don't trust him.
What are
we supposed to do?
Watch the place
until it happens.
I'm supposed to, like,
what, be there 24/7,
hoping nobody's
gonna notice me?
Yeah, it will do
you some good.
You're a little edgy,
cooped up in here.
Just be sure
they don't see you.
(sighs)
I think he broke
a vertebrae.
He is no premature
ejaculator,
-I will give him that.
-Don't go telling me this.
I'm afraid my arms
are gonna give out,
and he's gonna crush me
and suffocate me
before he realizes.
I don't want to hear
this shit.
He says he eats
when gets nervous.
I never met anyone
more nervous.
(rapid gunfire on video game)
(ferry boat horn blows)
-Jett: Where'd you meet him?
-McKay: 4000 Cooper Street,
-Jackson, Michigan.
-(footsteps approaching)
Jett:
Low point in your life.
McKay:
Low point in everybody's life.
Jett:
What was he in for?
McKay:
Seven to 20 for armed robbery.
They tried to cut a deal
with him.
Talk and walk,
but he turned them down.
-Hung in there,
did the full seven.
-Hmm.
He's solid,
not some
racecar asshole.
(door opens)
-Thanks for picking me up, sir.
-Fred, this here's Kowalski.
♪ ♪
-And what do you
like to be called?
-Kowalski.
-You get me a uniform?
-It just needs to be pressed.
Got a line on
an 18-wheeler, too, sir.
Checking it this afternoon.
How much time you put
in the Army, Fred?
Fred:
Two years,
before sniper school,
and then about six more months,
till they kicked me out.
-Sniper school.
-Yeah.
What did
they kick you out for?
-(car starts)
-Still not sure about that.
You work alone,
mostly as a sniper.
(crickets chirping)
(sighs)
(urinating)
♪ ♪
What are you doing here?
Quinn:
Is that how
you say hello?
Am I supposed to come
running and jump in your arms?
What's wrong
with that?
Not happy
to see me?
Sure I am.
This isn't the first
time this happens.
You dreamt
of me in jail?
-Didn't you?
-Sure.
That was mostly
about... sex.
This is
something else.
Yeah,
but it's nice.
Better than
a cell block dream?
Different.
What would you say
if you were really here?
I'd say...
everybody
makes mistakes.
I can't picture you
saying that.
What do you picture?
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
-This is a no standing zone.
-Huh?
-You can't be parked here.
-Oh.
Shit, I was just, uh,
tired, you know? I...
pulled over
to try to catch some Zs.
-You live around here?
-Uh, no.
I'm staying
with a, a lady friend.
How about you?
Uh, what time is it?
Nine in the morning.
Wanna smoke a bowl?
I'm working, dude.
Right. Right, shit.
(chuckles)
If you want to get
a beer some time,
I'll buy the first round.
I'm Henry.
All right, Henry. Seth.
-Drive careful, will you?
-(clears throat)
(starts car)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(keypad beeps)
-Gladys: Hello?
-Car's here.
♪ ♪
Hello. I'm Gladys.
This is my husband, Sal.
-Good evening, sir.
-What's your name?
-Freddie.
-Freddie.
Hi, Freddie. Thank you.
Sal:
Thanks.
♪ ♪
(beeping)
(beeps)
♪ ♪
So, how do we work this?
Do we get your num--
I wrote it down,
but I'll be right here
when you folks come out.
-Enjoy the show.
-Thank you, Freddie.
Okay, they're in.
Jett (over phone):
Wait till the show starts,
then head over.
(phone ringing)
-Fred.
-Jett: You're on.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(hydraulic lift whirring)
(lift whirring)
♪ ♪
Stick to the speed limit.
Check in later.
See you tomorrow
night at 10:00.
Yes, sir... Miss.
-I could just leave them there.
-(truck driving)
No. Pick 'em up,
drop 'em off.
Everything
completely normal.
No reason for anyone to
notice anything for a while.
-See you back at the motel.
-See ya.
♪ ♪
(clock ticking)
Henry:
Put it down.
No fast moves.
Hands on your head.
Turn around, slow.
This house is empty, huh?
You figure make it
your base of operations?
I can see why. Smart.
I had the same thought,
so we're both smart.
Remember that.
-What's your name?
-Maria.
You don't look Mexican.
Is that miss or missus?
Maria's fine.
Play your cards
close to your vest, huh?
That's cool.
I watched you and the two guys
do your thing.
Slick.
I could've done all three of you
and taken off with the truck,
and then I thought
to myself, hold on.
Why would I drive
a semi when I can just
ask you where
it's going and cut it off
at the drop-off site?
Where's it going?
A shipping
yard in Bergen.
-And how do I know
you're not lying?
-You don't.
-Who are you?
-I'll tell you who I'm not.
I'm not some, some sissy doctor
that you can just push around.
You have to deal
with me on equal terms!
(laughing): Yeah.
You're like, who is this guy?
I can see the thought bubble
on top of your head.
You're like,
who the hell is this dude?
I'm the mystery dude, honey,
who you never saw coming.
That's why you're standing
there like a, like a brain fart,
shorting out your
entire cerebral cortex,
while I have a gun
on your face.
Take your shirt off.
Why?
Because I want to see
you topless.
No.
If you don't do it,
I'll kill you!
You're not gonna kill me
because I'm no use to you dead.
You need to verify what
I tell you is the truth,
and I am your only
leverage with my partners.
Turn around.
I gotta frisk you.
-(smacks)
-(grunts)
(crickets chirring)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Hi, Bobby!
Tiffany, hey.
I'm just closing up,
but I can show you around,
you want to take a look.
I brought you
a coffee. Um,
I heard you were
quitting your job.
Uh, yeah.
(sighs)
It's like (sighs)...
It's like a wheel
that you spin,
and you stop spinning
it, but it...
you know, it keeps going
just on momentum.
That's what we're like.
He comes from
a lot of pain.
His father is
a complete monster.
And his mother...
she killed herself.
What do you think
he's gonna do?
(sighs)
I don't know.
He's just so paranoid.
Like the other day,
when we--
when we ran into you,
he told me you
were a cop.
Like, flat out, he honestly
believes that. (scoffs)
Bobby, I am a cop.
(laughs)
That's not even funny.
I think you're
in real danger here.
We can protect
you from him.
-Get out of my face.
-Think it over. Leave this
in your office,
don't take it home,
but call me.
I said, get the fuck
out of my face, lady!
(door closes)
(soft jazz music playing)
I thought you might
want to make a toast to us.
(slurping)
-(scoffs)
-I will, I swear to God.
-Guess not.
-No, no, no. I just,
I don't want to rush it.
Let me just go
to the bathroom first.
-(coughing)
-Again?
(coughs) I swear to God,
I knew you were gonna say that.
The sangria's going
through me quicker
than grain
through a pigeon.
That's so romantic.
Don't be mean.
(sighs)
I'm sorry.
(voices chattering in Spanish)
Josie:
You've reached
Detective Josie Lambert.
Leave a message,
and I'll call you back.
-(beeps)
-Come on.
Two days,
you can't call me back?
You're pissed because
of the task force thing.
I'm an asshole.
Let's discuss.
And I-I didn't not
recommend you to Carter.
I told him I couldn't
spare you right now,
could we review this
at a later date.
Which is true.
Just call me back, please?
Please, call me back.
(sighs)
I miss you.
♪ ♪
Maria:
You used to be a junkie?
Glamorous stuff.
You miss it?
You don't
have to worry,
me being
around Alice.
I don't know a lot of
trustworthy junkies.
Well, I'm a different
person now.
My dad was a part-time
drug dealer.
I don't think that
his heart was in it,
but since he was
always unemployed,
living off my mother,
I guess at some point,
he had the brilliant idea
that smuggling heroin
was relatively simple.
Took us on holiday
to Portugal when I was nine.
On the way back, my cousin
and I had to wear condoms
packed with smack,
taped to our waists.
Little angels that no one
would suspect at customs.
Where was your mom in all this?
Too scared,
and too dumb
to do anything.
♪ ♪
Was he violent?
Average.
Once a week,
sometimes not even,
but enough that
she was petrified.
My step-father,
Neal's dad,
he loved to hit us.
But he took it out
on Neal worse than me.
He was gentler
with me.
How gentle?
No, not like that.
Mm-mm.
He felt me up
this one time
he was wasted,
but I told him,
if he ever tried that
again, I'd kill him.
Did you mean it?
Yeah, I was 14.
I don't think I had sex yet.
Maybe later that year.
I was giving
hand jobs before that.
Well, anyway, he was
really embarrassed,
so I figured he wasn't
such a bad guy deep down.
-Until he cleaned out
my mom's bank account.
-(laughs)
-That usually wakes people up.
-Yeah.
She never had
any luck with men.
Is your father
still alive?
No.
Was it a sudden thing?
Very...
unexpected.
Especially by him.
You miss him?
One day, he took me out
for ice cream.
On the way back,
we got stuck
in this rain shower.
-(rain pattering)
-I'd never seen rain so much,
like something from the Bible.
(thunder rumbling)
I was wearing these
little white shorts
and a tank top,
soaked it straight through.
The way he looked at me,
hypnotized,
no one's ever looked
at me that way.
I miss that,
but not from him.
Alice:
Phoenix! Where'd you go?
Nothing bad will happen
to Alice on my watch.
Good.
Wilbur Force:
I'd almost rather
go to the dentist
-than anywhere, wouldn't you?
-Seymour: Yeah.
Wilbur Force:
Now, no Novocain.
It dulls the senses.
This is gonna hurt you
more than it is me.
Oh, goody, goody,
here it comes!
(panting)
-(drill whirring)
-(screaming)
-(mutes TV)
-(door closes)
-Chucky, that you?
-(bottle pops open)
(bottle cap clatters)
Jesus, you scared
the hell out of me.
-Charlie's not here.
-Yeah, I know.
He sent us
to get you.
-What for?
-(chuckles)
Ask him when you see him.
I just do what I'm told.
The man said grab Bobby,
bring him over.
-(music playing over radio)
-♪ Yeah ♪
♪ I can't wait ♪
♪ No, I can't... ♪
(tires screech)
-(knocking)
-Dillon: Open up!
-(knocking)
-Josie!
Hey!
What do you think
you're doing?
Do you have someone
in there?
Yes, I'm on a date.
Oh, a date?
How civilized.
Can I meet him?
-I'm calling you a taxi.
-No, fuck that.
Hey! Jack!
You're drunk.
(laughing)
Is that your
expert opinion?
Let go of me.
I don't want
to hurt you.
What a relief.
I am hurt.
-Fucking pissed off at you.
-No.
-Can we not do this?
-What, what are we doing?
What are we going?
We're just talking.
How about we skip
to the part where
it's tomorrow
and you apologize,
and then we can talk?
But right now, you need
to go home to your wife,
in one piece.
You know what
your problem is?
You want things
that you won't admit to.
That is your problem.
-(scoffs) Okay.
-Yeah, yeah.
Y-you don't just want
these things. You need 'em.
You want the, the, the...
the picket fence
and the little fat baby
and the fluffy dog
and the Christmas cards.
You pretend like
you don't, but you do.
And it's all this
hypocrisy between us
that's created all this conflict
and, and, and... confusion.
Oh gee, doc, would you look
at that? We're out of time.
-We'll continue this
in the next session.
-Don't do that.
Don't shut
me out, okay?
I'm the one who's
shutting you out?
What I want to know is
where is your date?
Is he, is he in the bathroom?
Is he taking a dump,
or is he...
hiding like a little bitch?
He's got nothing to do
with this. Let him be.
Oh.
You're gonna take his side?
You must really like this guy.
-Do I know him?
-Fuck you.
Hey, boy toy!
-Boy toy, come on out here!
-(footsteps descending stairs)
-Don't be rude!
-Hey. Shh.
(sighs)
I don't know him.
-Is there a problem here?
-No problem, Bill.
Okay? Just give me a second.
Please.
Please,
do not sleep with Bill.
-Give me your car keys.
-Just give me a chance.
Give me your
car keys.
You're gonna have to wait
outside while I call a cab.
You mean, wait outside
while you fuck this guy?
Give me the keys.
Did you pick him up
or he picked you up?
Just tell me.
I'll see you
tomorrow.
-Just tell me.
-I will tell you tomorrow!
Jack. Jack!
(door slams)
-I didn't realize
you had a boyfriend.
-(sighs)
Ex-boyfriend. It's over.
-By the way, it's Phil.
-Hmm?
My name. You thought
it was Bill?
No. Phil.
Phillip.
-I know.
-God.
I just didn't want to correct
you in front of him.
Does he know it's over?
Let's discuss that after.
(heavy breathing)
(laughter)
(knocking on door)
(both sigh)
I know you're having
second thoughts right now,
but I want you
to fuck me so bad.
He doesn't have
a key, does he?
-No.
-(both laugh)
(door opens)
Motherfucking asshole!
One second.
-It'll be better if I just go.
-Phil, I'll handle it.
(sighs)
Is this what you wanted to see?
Taggart:
Now you mention it...
♪ ♪
Whatever you think
you're doing here,
-I'm giving you the chance--
-You sleep in the raw?
-Or you got company?
-Turn around
-and leave right now.
-Hey!
(gunshots)
Anybody else here?
(grunts)
What the fuck is
wrong with you?
You're coming
with us for a ride.
I advise you, it'd be better
if you didn't fight it.
Go get her some panties.
(wheezes)
Wesley Taggart
from the Motor City.
Junior's do-anything man.
I appreciate a girl
that doesn't shave
her bush nowadays.
It shows character.
But you like much younger girls,
if I remember correctly.
Oh, my goodness, Detective.
You wouldn't be
trying to provoke me?
Whatever it is that you
think you gotta do tonight,
you don't.
Junior's being watched,
and you're gonna take
the fall with him.
Seriously?
Josephine, if someone
is watching Junior,
it's a God damn long leash.
So, why don't we quit
fucking the dog here?
Nobody is coming to save you.
♪ ♪
Did he break a rib?
I don't know
where he got the idea
to tackle you like that.
Hey, why'd you antagonize
the detective like that, huh?
-I don't like sneaky people.
-(Taggart laughs)
Ah, you truly are
unpredictable, man.
Where are
we going?
If I told you,
you wouldn't believe me.
Try me.
-You won't believe
it until it happens.
-Until what happens?
(Josie gasping)
Sit down.
(Josie grunting)
Yeah.
(panting)
(chuckles)
You like Hangman?
It is
a solid game.
We're gonna play
a round, but...
we're gonna play
a little differently.
You get the word right,
you walk.
But, and here's
the fine print,
you might not walk with
every body part intact.
I mean, unless you're
a Hangman shark,
but I have no way
knowing that, so...
if you get a letter wrong,
I get to cut a part of you.
Hand, foot, head.
And now you're probably
going, "Well, wait!
What if the word is
really long?"
But I'm no cheat.
Unlike some people
I can mention.
Where's Bobby?
No. No!
You're not allowed
to say his name.
Okay! Here we go.
Four-letter word.
Pick a letter.
-I'm not playing.
-Did you say A?
'Cause you strike me
like the cautious type.
You start with
vowels for sure.
We're building a case
against your father, not you.
Hmm. Hey, Josie?
Don't demean yourself by saying
inane shit like that, okay?
Now, did I hear an E?
And I forgot to mention
that this is speed Hangman.
The clock is ticking.
We have nothing
on you, Junior.
Bobby doesn't
know anything.
Didn't know.
What did you do?
What did I do? What did I do?
Well, you're
the detective, Josie!
What do you think I did? Hmm?
Now, did you say I?
I think I did hear an I.
Yes, there is an I.
Here we go.
Now see, technically,
that's not allowed,
but I'm in a generous mood.
Now, pick a consonant, Josie.
And don't disappoint me.
What's it gonna be?
Hmm?
-(whimpers)
-What's it gonna be, Jojo?
N.
-What was that?
-I said N!
N! Hoo! My Lord.
You lucky slut.
There is an N!
All right, halfway there.
30 seconds left.
I will never tell a soul.
Twenty seconds.
R.
R? R, R...
Hmm?
Nope, so sorry.
There's no R.
Are you left-handed
or right-handed?
-No, no, no!
-(indistinct yelling)
-(panting)
-Okay.
Just answer the man,
Detective.
I can choose for you.
Right.
Mm, right. Power
of persuasion.
(chainsaw rumbling)
(screaming)
(sobbing)
-(smacks)
-(yells)
(men grunting)
Junior:
Oh...
Where you going, Jojo?
We just got started.
(chuckles)
Josie...
Josie.
You know,
the word was jinx.
And I think,
with a little more time,
you would've gotten there.
(sighs)
Much better than Bobby.
He sobbed
the entire time.
Couldn't make
a lick of sense.
I cut his balls off.
Gonna make a nice
pasta sauce with them.
Out of respect, of course.
(panting)
(groans)
(panting)
(grunts)
(footsteps approach)
♪ ♪
-(clangs)
-(grunts)
Aah, fuck!
(panting)
(clangs)
(bullets ricochet)
(rattling)
Get up.
Taggart:
Yo! Find her?
Hopper:
Negative.
Hopper:
Fuck, she's fast.
-Taggart: Yo, Hop.
-Yeah?
Over here. You see her?
I already checked
down the south side.
She might've gone down
the pathway when we were
in the alleyway, but...
I think she just kept running.
(conversation continues
indistinctly)
(splats)
(Josie gasping)
(gunfire)
(chainsaw buzzing)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
(SCREAMS)
MAN: I know you?
Not yet. But if you've got
any sense of self-preservation,
I recommend you hurry inside.
You are a bad dog.
You wouldn't just be pretending
to be unconscious, would ya?
You in some kinda trouble
in here, Henry?
(TINKLING)
MARIA: You think you're
in charge of your own destiny?
PHOENIX: I don't know anything.
You are not.
So here is your chance
to walk away.
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
(TOOL BUZZES)
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
SEBASTIAN GUTIERREZ:
In episode six,
the heist of this precious car
in Portsmouth
is important because Jett calls
a former partner called McKay,
who is gonna play a big part
in the rest of the season
'cause she needs a team
to try and steal this car.
♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
The job itself
is not very complicated.
We see Jett in her element.
It's almost like taking candy
from a baby.
EDDIE MCKAY: (OVER MIC)
Anything to report?
(LOCKS CLICK)
JETT KOWALSKI:
These people have no taste.
CARLA GUGINO:
She walks into a house
that she knows no connection to,
and she sees a picture
of Charlie Baudelaire.
And... that is a big moment
of realization for Jett
because these jobs
aren't random,
and they're all tied together
by one thing, which is Charlie.
GUTIERREZ: One of the banes
of Jett's existence
is things getting out
of control,
not because somebody smarter
than you has outwitted you,
but because stupid people
are doing stupid things.
MCKAY: Can you see
the front gate from there?
JETT: Tell me it isn't
who I think it is.
GUTIERREZ: Vicky is
a small town femme fatale
trying to figure out her way
out of this town.
JETT: Join us.
GUGINO:
She ends up having an affair
with the doctor
that she's working with,
but also has a boyfriend
who messes things up even worse.
-I've been missing you all day.
-Stop.
When's this job?
Just be sure they don't see you.
All the men around her
are not super bright.
She's much brighter
than all of them,
and Jett realizes that
the way she can control
the situation is through Vicky.
-She doesn't know anything.
-So whatever he promises you
or tells you is fine with us,
as long as you keep him
away from that place
for the next few days.
Think you can manage that?
Of course.
Now everybody's
on the same page.
GUTIERREZ: You can be
so good at what you do,
but if something
that doesn't make any sense
surprises you,
it might take you down.
And for a moment,
Henry's ineptitude
throws her off her game,
and it puts Jett
in a lot of danger.
HENRY:
Put it down. No fast moves.
GUGINO: As fate would have it,
in the same way
that she went to prison
probably for one
of her lesser crimes,
she is knocked out
by one of her lesser foes.
Turn around.
GUGINO:
We're not sure what happens,
and we don't end up seeing her
for quite some time.
(GRUNTS)
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪