Reef Break (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Pilot - full transcript

Private beach!

All good... I'll stay
on the other side of the reef.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we are in our final
descent to Nimitz Bay,

the crown jewel of Reef Island.

Local time is 10:50 a.m.

It's a beautiful day at the reef.

Light breeze coming out of the east.

Top temperature is around 84 degrees.

As you know, Reef Island is a U.S.
territory,

and all U.S. citizens,



please make sure you have filled out

your Customs declaration
forms before you deplane.

Flight crew, prepare for landing.

Thank you for
flying Reef Island Airways.

Thank you.

Air Marshal, am I right?

You're the only one on the plane
wearing a jacket.

You didn't get up
from your seat not even once

during the whole flight,
not even to pee.

And you've got that Beretta-sized
tumor on your right hip.

Plus, you kind of look like
a man of the law.

So, how is it you didn't notice
that guy right behind you in 4B?

He was the first one off the plane,

got up to check his bag,
like, seven times.



Plus, he had a gun in his boot

that they missed
in Los Angeles and Honolulu

and a wound on his left side

that is starting to seep
through his shirt.

So, I'm thinking maybe armed robbery?

Why the hell didn't you say something?

Uh, well, I didn't want to get
stuck inside a 12-foot-wide tube

during midflight... crossfire?

Everybody! Get down!

Stop, man!

Hm?

Stay down!

Keep the change.

Help with your bags?

Jimmy.

- Hey. Cat.
- Hey!

- Welcome home.
- Yeah, well,

this isn't home. Not anymore.

You saying you didn't miss us?

Oh, come on, Jimmy.
You know I love you guys.

I just, uh, you know...

Well, it's complicated.

Hey, hey, I thought
you were doing more time.

When did you get out?

About a year ago.

Wow. You got a job, you got a suit.

You look good.

You here for Doug's parole hearing?

Uh, yeah. I thought I'd drop by.

Seems like you couldn't
stay away forever.

You take care.

Hey, what can I get you?

Scotch rocks, Kiko.

Can I get you another?

Sure.

Two.

I'm gonna guess...

- vacation?
- Business.

How long you here for?

Why? 'Cause you can show me around?

Let me guess.

You just got that shiny gold badge.

Congratulations. You're a detective.

And tonight, you're thinking
you'll pick up

the next shiny thing
that catches your eye.

Okay.

You're not interested.

Oh, now, is that what I said?

Well, you're not making it easy.

Oh, you're a good-looking guy.
I bet most things come easy.

And you're the hot local detective,

and I'm supposed to figure

you're safe for a one-night stand.

That's why you're cruising
a hotel bar in the first place.

Can we just rewind to
the "good-looking guy" part?

Yeah.

I'll bet you like to be on top.

We don't have to start there,

but it's usually where I end up.

The Reef Island Police Department

have yet to obtain evidence
that the young woman

had succumbed to any foul play.

In a statement, the RPD said...

- Morning.
- accidental drowning

- is one of their lines of inquiry.
- Hey.

While the search
for Tori Eastland continues,

a spokesperson for her father,

Eastland Empire CEO Carter Eastland,

said that the family remains hopeful

- that she will be found.
- Wow.

Tori Eastland.

Richest family on the island.

Hasn't brought her back yet.

kept prying eyes at bay.

- What?
- You remind me of someone.

Can't quite figure out who.

Well, it's a good thing you
didn't use that line last night.

Yeah, seriously.

Well, Reef and I have history.

But I haven't been here
in about... five years.

So, there's an offshore
hitting the North Reef.

I'm gonna scrounge up a
surfboard and get in a few sets.

You know, I was born here,
lived most of my life here.

Just never saw the appeal of surfing.

So...

Later?

A-Actually, later, uh, I got stuff.

Later after your stuff?

Well, after my stuff,
I'm gonna surf some more,

- and then catch a flight out.
- Whoa.

It was fun, though.

Yeah, it... was fun.

- See ya.
- Bye.

Remorse? That's just
a word to most people.

That they demand from someone else.

But for the last five years,

remorse has been the air
that I breathe.

I accept responsibility
for every deed, every crime,

everything I've ever done.

I ask this parole board for the chance

to live a quiet and peaceful life

among my fellow citizens.

Thank you.

Miss Chambers, we understand

that you would also like an opportunity

to address this Board?

Oh, you bet.

See, this, uh,
remorseful soul over here?

He ordered members
of the Shorepound Syndicate

to murder me

and FBI agent Jake Elliott,

who still bears the scars
of that attack to this day.

Uh, Miss Chambers,
before you turned informant...

Informants get paid.

I accidentally married
an undercover FBI agent.

You used your profile
as a professional surfer

to smuggle drugs, launder money,

and steal jewelry and cash
from hotel rooms.

I was accused, never convicted.

Mnh, because you cut a deal,
predicated on cooperation...

I am not a rat.

I only testified

after Doug O'Casey
tried to have me killed.

If I did not cut a deal,
I would have been dead.

Listen to me... I dragged my ass

13 hours across the Pacific
to state the obvious.

The idea that you would
let this man out

because he went, what, a few years

without shanking anybody is insane

and only reminds me that the Reef

is still the shadiest
sunny place in the country.

Hey, Cat!

Emma Hahn, KFZA online.

Hey, Emma. Still working
the courtroom beat?

Uh, how's it feel being back home?

Okay, is this really news?

Shouldn't you be covering
the kidnapping

of that rich girl in the kayak?

- Tori Eastland?
- Yeah.

Who told you she was kidnapped?

Police said maybe accidental drowning.

Well, they're wrong.

Black Moon Beach is 6 feet deep
out to Stevens Point.

If she drowned, they would've
found her body by now.

Police haven't given
any indication of a kidnapping.

Huh. Well...

I'm probably wrong.

What do I know? I'm just a surfer.

Hey, get off my wave!

Aah!

Oh!

Oh!

Aah!

Hey! If you're gonna cut me off,
at least finish the wave!

Petra?

I haven't seen you
since you were like... 10.

Okay. Is this really news?

Shouldn't you be covering
the kidnapping

of that rich girl in the kayak?

Tori Eastland? Who told you
she was kidnapped?

Police said maybe accidental drowning.

Well, they're wrong.

Black Moon Beach is 6 feet deep
out to Stevens Point.

If she drowned, they would've
found her body by now.

More importantly, there's no
surf south of Martyr's Inlet.

Well, you know, maybe
I'm wrong. What do I know?

Thought I recognized you.

Well, I'm not sure how.

No endorsements,
never cracked the Top 44...

Yeah, but I do know my mug shots.

Yeah, I was accused, never convicted.

Just get dressed and get in the car.

Why? Where are we going?

Nowhere.

No, that is unacceptable.

Yeah, I got to go.

Cat Chambers. Carter Eastland.

Thank you for coming.

I didn't really feel like
I had a choice.

This is Ana,
from the Governor's office.

Lieutenant Governor Dumont.

Oh. Hi.

I'm really sorry
to hear about your daughter.

Is that why you made
a very public statement

about Tori's disappearance?

Oh. No, that was just...

An hour after she posted
your interview,

every local news channel picked it up.

And then this showed up in
Eastland Empire's public inbox.

They want $6 million

to be delivered by Cat Chambers.

- What?
- Instructions to follow.

Okay, I... I had
nothing to do with this.

I just arrived on the island,

and... and, in fact, Detective, um...

Detective...

Cole.

Right, Detective Cole here

can account for some of my time.

And the parole board can vouch
for most of the rest.

We're not accusing you of anything.

I'll pay you $50,000
to deliver the ransom.

I'll give you another $100,000
when Tori comes home safely.

Wow, that's a very generous offer.

Um...

I'm sorry, does it not strike
anyone here as a little bit odd

that these kidnappers
picked my face off of TV

to be a ransom courier?

Not when the courier used to run
with the nastiest gang

of smugglers, thieves, and
killers in the South Pacific.

We were never kidnappers.

Following their instructions
optimizes my chances

of getting my daughter home safe.

Will you do it?

Will you bring my girl home to me?

Yeah.

I mean, I'll try.

I will.

Wyatt will be your liaison
to the Governor's office.

So, "Wyatt," huh?

Interesting... you're on
a first-name basis

with the Lieutenant Governor
on the Reef?

Yeah. People here know
each other's names.

Seems to me like you and her

might have a little bit of history.

If I had any juice
with the Governor's office,

we wouldn't be trusting a jailbird

looking for the money angle.

I'm not a jailbird.

Listen, I have an idea.

How about I help you find Tori

before we have to make the ransom drop?

That way, we skip the whole

"me getting stuck between the
bad guys and the cops" thing.

You have no inside information.

Look, I surfed the Reef for 12 years.

I can find a surfer kid who
distracted a bodyguard, okay?

Kid must've known exactly
where the security cameras were.

There's not a single
clean shot of his face.

Well, it's the best lead we've got.

There is no "us."

There is me working the case,

there is you going back
to your hotel room...

that I'm sure the parole board
is vastly overpaying for...

and waiting for my call!

You know, Wyatt...

I don't really see us hooking up again.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, Kitty Cat.

Hey.

Come on up.

I, uh...

I looked for you at
Doug O'Casey's parole hearing.

Doesn't the FBI expect you
to show up for stuff like that?

The Bureau doesn't expect anything.

The only reason I wasn't sent home

in the last round of budget cuts was

they realized they'd have to
put me someplace else.

I need your help.

Whoa! The last time
you said that, killed my career.

Uh, no, marrying me
while you were undercover

killed your career.

Memory serves, you let me in
on that little secret

about day 3 of our honeymoon,

after I'd already admitted

to about a half dozen felonies.

I was a bastard, wasn't I?

So, there are these kidnappers,

and, uh, they like my face
for a ransom drop.

- Eastland thing?
- Yep.

And then there's
this detective... Wyatt Cole.

- Cole.
- You know him?

Oh, as far as I know, he's okay. Um...

Eastland hasn't bought him... yet.

Jake, you're the only
FBI agent on this island,

and you're good.

How are you not involved in this case?

"Not involved" is exactly
how the Bureau wants me.

It strikes me
as a little screwy, though...

picking you off a screen.

Me too.

Maybe the doers are ex-Shorepound,

figure they'll get a bit of payback.

This is why I need you
watching my back.

- No.
- Come on, Jake!

- No.
- We're good together!

- No.
- There's a big payoff at the end.

Oh, of course there is.

Alright, fine. I'm a mercenary, okay?

But there's still a girl
who's out there, kidnapped,

and the "okay" detective,

he won't even let me see
the surveillance tape.

What I heard was,

the old man fired the
bodyguard for screwing up.

The guy got on a plane to San Francisco

before RPD could find him

and having him go through
some mug shots.

And...

Alright, call it just a detached
professional curiosity.

"Detached."

Alright, this board
is a Paulownia 6'1 Walrus

with basswood stringers.

That's one like Otter makes.

Is he still camping out
at that junkyard?

Oh, because you're gonna
go down there alone,

asking questions?

Sign these first.

They just missed you
at Bondi Beach last July,

and you haven't been in one
place more than a month since.

Tell me about it.

Divorce papers?

One of us had to get off their ass,

make it official.

You mind if I have someone
take a look at these?

Sure.

You sure you don't want
to come with me to Otter's?

You know, for old times' sake.
It'll be fun.

Ha.

It was only ever fun for you,

wasn't it, Kitty Cat?

Hey, you got a car
I can borrow for a while?

You always could read my mind, Jake.

Okay.

Otter!

We're closed! Get out!

Cat?

Fight or eat?

Depends on the sandwich.

Roast beef, swordfish, grilled onions,

and a hot dog
hidden in there somewhere.

- Wow.
- Mmm!

Hard to believe
you're still single, Otter.

Screw you, Cat!

Geez. What's with the hostility?

Who was it that said I was
the only fence on the island

because I'd eaten the others?

That was a cheap shot!

That was a misquote.

That was a wiretap transcript!

Fine. I said it.

But who tipped you off
before the arrests were made

so you weren't busted
as a criminal associate?

Why the hell would you show
your face in the Reef again?

Well, it's a long story.

The short version is,
I'm looking for a grommet.

He's got blond hair, no beard,

a Paulownia 6'1 Walrus.

I'd know one of your custom-made
boards anywhere, Otter.

Okay.

You're looking for Lonnie. Yeah?

He's crashing with some lowlifes

at this, uh, green-roof house
on the Back River.

You know... the one
Manny G. used to rent.

Yeah. Are they...
Are they dangerous lowlifes?

Look, all Lonnie said was

that they were these hard guys

with a big-dollar plan.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Hey, what do you know
about Mike Torrance's kid?

She punched me in the surf today.

- Petra?
- Yeah.

Where's she living?

I see her camped
on the beach sometimes.

You know, she just turns up
here and there,

kind of a stray dog vibe,

somewhere between mean and tough.

Sound familiar?

Enjoy your sandwich!

Oh, my God.

This is not what it looks like.

Start at the top, work your way down.

So, you're back at the hotel,
where I told you to be?

Well, telling me was
your first mistake.

Listen, um, it's...

His name is Lonnie, he was crashing

- with an ex-Navy SEAL...
- Ex-Navy SEAL named Billy Knox.

Yeah, we know.

He's been renting the house since...

Why am I even telling you this?

I don't know, because my investigation

got here faster than yours?

This isn't an investigation.
This is breaking and entering.

I think that Knox killed Lonnie
after he grabbed Tori Eastland.

Now, listen, I know
I should've called you,

but I wasn't exactly feeling the...

Really?

Oh! You've got to be kidding me!

You know, I pictured this moment
going somewhat differently.

Me too.

For one thing,
the cuffs were fur-lined.

Ow!

Petra?

Hey.

Okay.

The knife is an Ontario MK 3...

U.S. Navy SEAL standard issue.

Serial number came back
to Billy Knox...

dishonorably discharged last year.

He's been working as
a diving instructor at Mako's,

where he met Tori Eastland.

That's how he knew the layout
and her routine.

And he's in the wind,
but now that we have an ID...

Why is Cat Chambers under arrest?

Because I don't think we can trust her.

And she burglarized Knox's house.

Sounds like she was trying to help

and she got there first.

By, like...

five minutes.

What's your problem with...

You slept with her?

Uh, before...

before I knew who she was.

I went out on a limb
getting you promoted.

Eastland trusts Chambers.
So do the kidnappers.

Cut her loose.

Oh, so now the guy with
the biggest house on the island

tells us how to do our jobs?

The man whose name is
on half the parks and museums

and three streets on the island
tells the Governor.

Who tells me. Then I tell you.

Tori Eastland has a knife
held to her throat

by a trained killer
the Navy couldn't control.

We can't count on an ex-Shorepound

thief who could still be working.

I'm sorry... am I boring you?

Eastland just got
another ransom message.

Cat Chambers comes alone
in a marked police boat

to the following coordinates.

If they see one helicopter
in the sky or...

or one other boat in the water...

they will kill me...

You're delivering $6 million
to Hermit's Atoll in 58 minutes.

Oh. Lucky me.

Hey, um, the guard said she's in here

for shoplifting a couple beers.

Okay if I pay her bail
before we head out?

No.

Okay, Wyatt, alright? I'm sorry, okay?

I should've called you
when I got the address.

It's just... I have trust issues, okay?

Yeah. Mainly that you can't be trusted.

I'm trying to be a better person here.

Who is she to you?

Well...

She's kind of the bad end
to a worse story.

I, um...

Listen, if things go south
out there today, I just...

I'd like to put a couple checks
in the plus column, you know?

Sure.

Thanks.

You're scared.

We're here, even if you can't see us.

We got three transponders on you.

Why?

In case I look at $6 million
sitting next to me

and decide to go left instead of right?

Yeah, that did come up.

Ha ha!

Now, don't protect the money.

You worry about Tori Eastland's safety.

And yours.

In which order, Wyatt?

Which do you think?

I think I got her.

Tori! Are you okay?

I'm Cat. I'm here to help.

You'd better get away
before they blow up the boat!

I'm pulling the plug,
dispatching bomb squad.

I'm supposed to call them.

Alright, then. Call them.

You were supposed to come alone.

Tell those boats to back off... now!

Back off and drift to starboard.

Let me see the bag.

Alright. Got it right here.

Toss it over the side.

Just do what he says
and don't talk about the bomb.

Let's talk about that bomb first.

Watch this.

Aah!

Now are you gonna listen to me?

Dump the money now.

I'm putting the money
in the water, okay?

When the money's counted,

I will text you a seven-digit
code to disable the bomb.

He's got a diver down there.
He just snagged the bag.

It's time to back away now, Cat.

Cat...

Come on.

You can put the phone down.

He's, uh... he's calling back, though.

Sure, maybe.

How'd you get out here, anyway?

Scuba gear.

They've got some kind of,
um, underwater sled.

Who's "they"?

Billy Knox and two other guys
I don't know.

They've been keeping me
in their camp on the north side.

Get that, Wyatt?

Yeah, copy that.

Cutters Charlie and Echo,

come around from the north
and south side of the atoll.

Everyone be advised that the suspects

may be using
a diver propulsion vehicle.

Don't even think about it, Cat.

Billy Knox and his friends
are currently distracted

by counting the money and the cops.

So what say you and I
stop staring at each other

and haul ass out of here?

Let me get you untied.

He said to wait for the code.

He's a kidnapper.

Not someone you can
really take at their word.

What I do know

is that Billy Knox
is gonna open that bag

and find $30,000

and a whole bunch of nautical line.

Are you crazy?

Well, the theory has been
floated to me once or twice.

We got to go.

Oh, my God.

Ohh!

Ohh! Ohh!

Go! Get ready! Let's go!

Cheers.

Ugh.

So, we found
the other two kidnappers...

facedown in the atoll,
still in their scuba gear,

bullets in the back of their heads.

Ah. I guess Billy Knox
didn't want to share.

Police are still
searching for a third suspect

in the kidnapping of Tori Eastland.

I want to thank the hundreds
of thousands of people

who offered me their hopes and prayers

across all of
my social media platforms.

That's it?

S-She thanks her flippin'
Twitter followers and not us?

Well, you did almost get her blown up.

And that! What the hell
was Billy Knox thinking?

You're expecting $6 million.

You don't just give up
your collateral that easy.

That's why you held back
the ransom money.

You were trying to control the action.

Hey, uh...

you know, you did good.

Made the right calls, you're
asking the right questions.

All in a day's work.

Try to keep your enthusiasm
from bubbling over.

No, it's not... it's...

I've been on this same hamster wheel

since I was 17 years old, you know?

Chase waves, steal money
to chase more waves,

and...

I don't know, I'm thinking
maybe it's time

to stand still for a while...

let some unfinished business
catch up with me.

Wyatt.

What?

I think Knox blew that boat up

because he didn't check the money.

He assumed it was all there.

Kills his partners

and then uses the explosion
as a getaway plan.

Which...

Um, I need another shot,

you need another fruity drink, and...

- Uh...
- This round's on me,

- and I'll be right back.
- Look, I... Agh!

Hi!

Wow, kayaking in the very same
place you just got kidnapped...

with a deranged killer on the loose.

You are one brave girl.

He's got to be, uh,
halfway to New Guinea by now.

New bodyguard?

Yeah. Daddy fired Rocko.

Rocko must have been the tricky part.

You needed a witness so everyone
would know you disappeared.

What are you talking about?

- Private beach!
- All good...

I'll stay on the other
side of the reef.

You used Lonnie
to distract your bodyguard.

The divers knew exactly where
to find you on your kayak...

when to grab you, where to grab you.

Yeah, I couldn't figure it out.

Why the hell would she kidnap herself?

And then I saw you on TV,
and it all made sense.

One reporter
for a rich girl missing at sea,

a bunch more when it turns out
to be a kidnapping,

and then the whole circus
descends on the Reef

for your stunning rescue.

The money was for Billy Knox.

You just wanted the fame.

I live on an island no one knows about

with a last name
my father pays a team of lawyers

to keep out of the news.

I can't build a brand that way.

That's what this was about?

Selling perfume?

- A reality TV show?
- Oh, reality TV?

Come on. This isn't 1990-something.

In the last week, I have jumped

from 25,000 followers
to Kendall and Gigi numbers.

And I haven't even started sharing

the inspirational details
of my struggle for survival.

Your daddy on board with this?

Daddy's just happy
to have me back in one piece.

Is this why you're here?

Want to shake me down
for some hush money?

Who'd believe me?

I'm just a washed-up surfer
and an unconvicted thief.

No, I am not your problem.

Billy Knox, however,
has a very nasty habit

of murdering his partners.

Shooting them is
probably the best thing

he's done in his life.

What about Lonnie?

Did he deserve to die?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Good luck out there.

Hey.

Hey, wait a minute. I'll pay you
whatever you want, okay?

Come on! Run!

Go, go, go, go, go!

I want you to get inside the house.
I got a gun in the car.

- You're leaving me?!
- Get in! Go!

Aah!

Jake!

Are you okay?

Hey. Oh, my God, are you okay?

Hi.

- Hey.
- Hi.

I want my damn car back.

Oh, careful.

All units, code 4.
45 Pacific Point Drive.

I didn't know if you'd show up.

'Course you did.

You call, I jump.

- Hey.
- Hey!

I was sitting right there.

You could've told me
what you were thinking.

Uh...

She called me because no one's
really sure who you answer to.

That, and she hasn't worked out
which of your buttons to push.

Yet.

Well, it seems I owe you
for my daughter's life again...

and for recovering my $6 million.

How much do you know?

All three kidnappers are dead.

And what you seem to believe
could be construed as slander.

A legal threat from the most
powerful man on the Reef?

That's... not impressive.

Well, believe me,

I have no illusions
about my daughter's foibles.

But I bet you spend a lot of time

cleaning up after them, don't you?

Yeah.

And after this latest misadventure...

I'm gonna be tightening the leash.

So you consider four murders
a misadventure?

That... That is good to know.

What I want to know is
what I can do for you.

Well...

I have always wanted to live
in a house on the beach.

Hey.

You know the Eastland beach house?

Sure. But why?

There's a boathouse attached to it,

a key above the door.

If you ever need a place to stay
or dump your crap,

it's yours.

I'm not going there.
That's the rich girl's place.

Not anymore. It's mine now.

Her father made her
move back home with him.

- Long story.
- Going home is a punishment?

For some.

You really think the key to a boathouse

makes everything okay?

No.

I don't.

I could tell you
why I killed your father

and how I had to.

It won't make any difference.

A warm place is a warm place,

and most of the world isn't.

Just...

take it from someone who knows.

Oh, and, um...

stay off my waves, you little punk.

Housewarming gift
from the Governor's office.

Wow.

Okay.

Got to admit, you take
your hush money in style.

It's only hush money if saying
something would make a difference.

Tori's not the first poor little
rich girl to get away with...

Murder?

Don't make the same mistake
her father made.

She isn't dumb,
and she didn't get lucky.

She knew she'd get
figured out eventually,

so she set up all the angles
so she'd get away with it.

Living in her house
is vigilante justice?

Works for me.

Are you really planning
to stay on the Reef?

I don't have anywhere else to be.

Be or go?

Uh, I'm either gonna
really like you or really... not.

Well, I'm hoping for the former,

since the Governor would like
to put you on a retainer.

A retainer? To do what?

Our island has unique problems.

Sometimes the police just need
an outside pair of eyes.

Some problems, the police
don't even need to know about.

Some problems, you need a...

A fixer?

Someone who can think fast
and keep quiet.

What makes you so sure
I can keep quiet?

I'm sitting on your beach in
front of your new beach house.

Good point.

If you call, I'll answer the phone.

But other than that,
I'm a slave to my conscience,

such as it is.

So... a case-by-case basis.

Case-by-case basis.

I was gonna suggest you stop
sleeping with my brother,

but neither of you seems inclined

to self-restraint in that department.

Wyatt Cole is your brother?

Half-brother, yeah.

I had no idea.

- I thought...
- Well, now you know.