Sneaky Pete (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 9 - The Turn - full transcript

When Otto's solo plan ends with a dead man on the floor of the bail bonds office, Otto, Marius, and Lance are left at the mercy of BBB's dangerous client Dockery, who wants his collateral ...

[phone buzzing]

- [buzzing continues]
- I got nothing, bud.

Otto: I got nothing.

That's awful stupid, white boy.

- Just trying to show you.
- Hmm.

- Real still.
- Okay, okay.

[phone buzzing]

Look, there's no problem
here. Defense of others.

Works just like self-defense.

Guy comes in here with a mask,

pointing a gun at us.



He's right. You'll never be charged.

You probably won't even be arrested.

You think I'm stupid.

- Hmm?
- No.

I think you're a hero,

and I'm grateful for
what you've done for us.

State doesn't allow a felon
to carry a weapon of any kind.

Maybe you found the knife here.

[phone buzzing]

Hey, boss. Yeah, it's me.

- Mm-hmm.
- You had a fuckin' gun.

We had $150,000 in cash in the car.

You don't try to do something?

He had a gun too.



He was probably pretty good with it.

Yeah, yeah.

[phone buzzing]

Mm-hmm.

- [buzzing continues]
- Mm-hmm.

[buzzing continues]

[line ringing]

[sighs]

[beeps]

He can't answer, Audrey.

And even if he did, he
couldn't really talk.

Why doesn't he respond to my texts?

Lance and Grandpa are probably
right there next to him.

Maybe he couldn't get away so
quickwithout looking suspicious.

Oh, he can get Lance
to shell out 150 grand

to keep me from selling off my
goddamn pile of kitty litter,

but he can't slip off long
enough to send us a thumbs up?

Oh, you'd have a better handle on
what it takes to maintain a lie.

Well, I'm just happy
to see you maintain

your spunk through our
slings and arrows.

Your slings and arrows.

Oh, you're not part of this family?

Look, obviously I'm part of this family.

I'm just not part of getting
this family into this mess.

Well, you did bring
Lance into our lives.

[scoffs]

[cartoon plays on TV]

[cartoon on TV continues]

- Oh!
- [gun cocks]

I need to talk to your cousin.

Yeah, about his friend,
Mikhail Baryshnikov?

Marius Josepovich.

I told Pete you stopped by
yesterday. He didn't call?

Must have slipped his mind.

Yeah, well, you know Pete.

Speaking of which, how do you know Pete?

Look, I get it. I let you give
me the runaround last time.

You think you can do it again.

Thing is now I'm up against a deadline.

Yeah, and now I have a shotgun.

You ever see what one of
those can do to a man's body

at this range?

You ought to back up.

Back up some.

Otherwise, get covered in blood.

Risk exposing yourself to all
the diseases I might be carrying.

Plus it makes it a hell
of lot harder to cover up.

Aunt Carly?

I need you to go back inside, honey.

Grandpa says that's not a toy.

Ellen, I need you to go watch
another show. Things are fine.

I am a police officer.

Ellen, I'm not playing around.

I'm looking for Pete. Is he
inside the house right now?

Mm-mmm.

You wouldn't lie to a
police officer, would you?

I want to tell you I trust
you a hundred percent.

The thing is, when I go back to
tell my bosses Pete wasn't home,

I have to be able to say that
I went in and looked for myself.

Not fucking happening.

Well, you know how to stop me.

It's gonna be a rough thing
for Ellen to have to see,

but she's young, she'll
probably get over it.

Try to be quiet. Jacob's asleep.

Let's go.

Fuck.

Do you wanna see what
Audrey and your sisters

did to my fucking car?

They keyed it.

The Pink Lady, they fucking keyed it.

It's bad enough that they harass us,

with their nuisance complaints.

You haven't been parking
in their spaces? Hmm?

- You coming?
- Yeah, no, I've seen a keyed car before

Whatever. I just thought maybe
you would like to see the damage,

because you're gonna be
paying to have it fixed.

- Me?
- And if you think I'm gonna settle

for some half-assed
cut-rate...

You don't even know that they
had anything to do with this.

Yeah, I prefer Gustavo's on Route One,

and the color's a mixture of Barbie
Pink Sea Pearl and Briar Rose.

You wanna tell me what that was?

You came to my work, so I
thought I'd return the favor.

- That's not what I want.
- Since when?

I want more, Shannon.

You don't... You don't answer yesterday

when I tell you that I love you.

You don't answer a couple hours ago

when I tell you I wanna be with you.

And then you come here
with this comedy skit.

Taylor, I love you.

I've loved you since I was 15 years old.

I've never loved anyone else.

And it's starting to look like

there's a real possibility I never will.

[chuckles]

So what do we do now?

I mean, what happens?

[sighs]

We can go by your place,
pick up what you need.

If Sean shows up, we'll just...

I think...

I think I have a way

to set us up for the rest of our lives.

I just means that I have to stay

with Sean a little bit longer.

Shannon, I... I don't wanna wait.

Okay?

I wanna be with you. I
wanna be with you right now.

[phone rings]

Oh, shit. Hold on.

[ringing continues]

Hey, Grandma, everything okay?

There's a cop here looking
for Pete... a New York cop.

Did you tell him that your
brother's on the local force?

- He doesn't care.
- Yeah, let me talk to him.

My brother, the cop's on the...

Uh, yeah, that's not gonna happen.

Probably just as well.
I figure, you know,

I don't wanna delay his search...

Delay his... This...

This guy is in the house?

You let him in?

No. I told him not to, but...

He showed you a search warrant?

He kind of just pushed past.

Listen to me, Carly. I want you
to tell him that you do not consent

to a search of your residence, okay?

I told you, I already told him.

Tell him again. I wanna hear you say it.

You don't consent to a search,
and you'd like him to leave.

Tell him again. I want to
hear you say it right now.

Detective, I do not consent

to your search of...

- And you need to leave!
- Okay, hang on.

Don't hang up. I'm on my way.

♪♪

♪ It's getting hotter out here ♪

♪ I keep trying to just make my way ♪

♪ It's no lying ♪

♪ I'm only trying ♪

♪ Just trust in me ♪

♪ Trust in me ♪

♪ Just trust in me ♪

♪ Trust in me ♪

♪ Just trust in me ♪

Did you get a license plate number?

I couldn't see it.

How do we know that he's not a real cop?

He is a real cop,
okay? I called the NYPD.

You gotta tell me
everything that he said

from the moment you answered the door.

Yeah, well, so I was
already holding the gun.

Jesus, Carly!

Okay, great. So he sees the fucking gun.

He says, what, "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

I'm a cop! I'm a cop!"

No, I already knew that
part from yesterday.

- Well, at least...
- Wait! Wait!

You've met him before?

Yeah, yesterday when
he gave me that card.

He had a woman in the
car with him yesterday.

I don't know if she was
still there just now.

Did you tell Grandma
and Grandpa any of this?

Well, I told Pete. Then
I gave him the number,

and he said that he
would take care of it.

I guess I was creeped
out by the guy's eye.

Winslow's eye?

Yeah, okay, I guess that
makes me superficial.

What about his eye?

His right eye was messed up.

Messed up? Like, how,
messed up? Like a boxer?

Kind of, except the skin was, like,

smooth, kind of, like...

Like a firework blew up in his face.

You know him?

I don't know, he sounds...

like this guy that came into
the station a couple days ago.

He left before I could get his name

or even who he was looking for,

but, God, I don't know,

there was something about this guy,

he made my...

my fuckin' Spidey sense tingle.

Go get the kids, okay?

We can't stay here.

Yeah.

[buzzer sounds]

[door slams]

Eddie the Eagle, yes? Fast Eddie.

None the worse for wear.

It only hurts when I breathe.

Drivers in this city are a scandal.

In a few years, it will
be worse than Bangalore.

Oh, Mr. Mukherjee,

I am so sorry I wasn't
there to greet you.

Nonsense. The duties of a
hostess are all consuming.

I, myself, have never seen the wisdom
of putting a beautiful woman to work.

She should be free to move
through the world as she pleases,

reminding all who behold
her the existence of God.

My God, that's beautiful.

Good luck tonight, Mr. Mukherjee.

- Thank you.
- Please.

Eddie, on your break, will
you come see me, please?

- Oh, Eddie.
- Jimmy.

- And how are you this evening?
- Okay.

[liquid pouring]

- Good?
- Yeah.

She's gonna be a wreck
tomorrow, but Jacob

didn't wake up on the
transfer, though, right?

What do you think?

That kid could sleep
through a Kiss show.

You wanna tell me where Grandma is?

Carly, you wanna give us a sec?

Fuck that noise. I just
pointed a gun at a cop.

Whatever this is, I'm in it now.

- Maybe you wanna sit down?
- I want you to answer my question.

- Where is Grandma?
- She went to the shop.

Okay, so... So we called
to say we're headed over.

Some dirt bag vice
cop looking for Peaches

threatened Carly and the kids

and Grandma decides that now

is the time to go write some bonds.

If I didn't know better, I'd
feel like people in this family

are keeping secrets.

We're trying to protect her career.

Seeing as how there's really
nothing left to protect,

why don't you tell me
what the fuck is going on?

How much do you wanna know?

[toilet flushes]

You told him the shitter was busted.

Guess I had the magic touch.

- Otto: Chayton...
- What was the plan?

The night before my case gets tossed,

guy comes in, sticks you up,

- and he gets away with my money?
- Collateral.

Saying "money" implies the
existence of a cash collateral

which all parties would
have a duty to report.

You know me a long time,
Otto. You know my family.

You think I'm just gonna shrug it
off when someone takes what's mine?

- Otto: Hey. Please.
- Guy has something that belongs to me

gets stolen from him, you don't
think I'm gonna hold him responsible?

Let them go, all right?

They don't have
anything to do with this.

Everyone will walk out
when I get my money.

I would like us all to get in
the habit of saying collateral.

I want my money, Otto, now!

I'm getting the feeling it's
not too secure around here.

He can't open the safe.

There's something wrong with it.

- Could I just have a sidebar?
- Get the fuck away from me.

Something wrong with
it, like the toilet?

We had a locksmith come
out here the other day,

and he couldn't open it.

- He was here for hours.
- That's true. You can ask the neighbors

They must have seen his truck parked.

We're not gonna pull
your fucking neighbors.

- All right, look...
- [door opens]

- [gun cocks]
- Good news, bad news, fellas.

Aren't we full of surprises?

You get that badge in a cereal box?

That's the bad news.
Badge is real. Gun, too.

Good news is I'm not here for you.

Who you here for?

- This one?
- Yeah.

- He mean anything to you?
- No, I just met him.

You expect me to believe
you're not a part of this?

You believe whatever
you want to believe.

I'm offering you a choice.

I can either get real interested

in what exactly is going on in here,

what that is over there on the floor,

or you can just let me have

the little fuck, I'll be on my way.

- Where are you gonna take him?
- What do you care?

He's got a story to tell.
Next cop might give a shit.

He won't be telling his, not to anyone.

- Hey, hold on!
- Grandpa. Grandpa.

- It's fine.
- It didn't sound fine.

You think I'm just gonna stand by

while my grandson
gets sent to his death?

I don't think you have a say in this.

Should I stay here where it's safe?

Let him take me.

You got enough to worry about.

How do I know you won't
call your cop friends

as soon as you're out that door?

Because I didn't call
them before I came in.

Marius: Okay, okay.

[footsteps departing]

The money's back in the safe.

Dockery's money, all of it.

How do you...

'Cause I just watched
Pete put it back in there.

There's no time. The only way this ends

is if we can find a way
for you to open the safe

without telling them that you were lying

when you said you couldn't.

You got the combo
written down somewhere?

I want my money, Otto.

You say you can't get to it,
but I need to know for sure.

Man is gonna cut off your ears,

your nose, your tongue,

maybe pop your eyes out of your skull,

and if the safe is still not open,

then we owe you an apology.

Okay, I don't know if you're aware

of the memory lapses
that he's been suffering

since his recent stroke.

It's like daytime blackouts.

What if he forgot that he
actually can open the safe?

This locksmith you had in the other day,

is it possible he gave
you a piece of paper?

Maybe you never even
really looked at it?

[stammers]

Yeah, it's possible.

Okay, let's come at it this way.

If he had given you something,

where would you have put it?

Okay.

How's that?

Okay. Okay.

- [chuckles]
- All right?

Yeah? We good? We happy?

Oh, motherfucker.

- How close did you get?
- What?

To Vince's hundred.
How much do you have?

- All of it.
- Shit.

You got, what, an hour and
a half till the deadline.

You had the whole hundred, you'd be
in the city buying your brother back.

The money's in the city
already, you fuckin' asshole.

And that would give me a
hundred thousand reasons

to get you there alive,

instead of burying
you out here somewhere,

telling Vince I never found you.

What are you doing, man?
Don't fuckin' touch me.

[tires screeching]

[vocalizes]

[chuckles] Wow.

That is more than a hundred.

Yeah, it's 150.

Congratulations, you beat the clock.

Such a fuckin' scumbag.

Take your next left.

Best way to the city is to stay on here

till it hits the 95.

Take the left, I know a shortcut.

There is no shortcut. The 95
is a straight shot from here.

Look, if your gonna kill me,
why don't you just say so?

I'm gonna kill you.

Motherfucker!

Shit!

[objects clattering]

[roaring]

[panting]

I'm telling you, Pete's got it.

Yeah, I hear you.

You don't believe me?

- I don't care.
- If you go now, you can start...

Catch up with him and run
him off the highway at night?

Murder a police officer?

Cops don't let cop killings go unsolved.

How do you know he took it?

I saw him.

You didn't say anything?

I thought he was trying to put it back.

Why would it need to go back?

Huh?

Audrey used it for...

You motherfucker.

Audrey used to to fund
a real estate scheme.

She thought it would be back

before anybody realized it was missing.

Yeah, and who lured her

into this fucking real estate scheme?

Him, because he knew
that she had your money.

Did you do a real estate
deal with her before?

Before when?

Before you convinced me
to trust her with my 150.

This is how I see it.

You both owe me.

I want full restitution,
plus pain and suffering.

You know how upset it makes me

when white men try
to play me for a fool.

As far as punitive damages,

let's see how we do with
the other claims first.

You, clean this mess
and you get my money.

We'll take the stiff with
us to the res and bury him.

We'll take this one, too.

Well, after you called
about the creepy cop,

Audrey was afraid he
might show up over there

and throw a wrench into things.

No, no, no, no! She
doesn't want you involved.

You show up there,
she's going to be pissed.

She's been pissed before.

We don't even know
there's anything wrong.

There can be a million
reasons why a legit cop...

He doesn't get to do this...

Winslow, no matter what
his business is with Pete.

And it's your job to teach him that?

If you want to piss away
what's left of your career,

I can think of a lot
easier ways than beating...

The guy forces his way into our house,

scares the shit out of Carly.

What do you think Pop would do?

[phone buzzes]

Answer the phone.

[buzzing]

Otto: J-Julia.

Grandpa, hey. Taylor
just headed down to...

- Julia...
- [car engine starts]

Grandpa, is... is... is something wrong?

Are your kids with you?

And Carly, too.

- Why? Is... Is...
- Good.

Good. Good. That's good.

What's wrong?

I need you to get out of the house.

I don't know for how long.

Grandpa, you're scaring me.

Just listen to me.

I need you to get out of there.

Don't go to the farm.

Don't go to Lance's parents.

Hold on. Why can't we
go to Lance's parents?

Best if you head for
your brother's house.

I know it'll be tight.

Where's Lance?

He's not here.

- Well, where...
- I don't know.

- Dockery...
- Dockery, what?

Lance is with Dockery?

Will you just... Do as I tell you.

Please.

Just do as I tell you.

Okay.

- Now.
- Okay.

Julia, one more thing.

Your grandma's not returning my calls.

So you get... you
get... you get to her...

and tell her Dockery knows.

You got that?

Dockery knows, I got it. I just don't...

I love you. I love you, honey.

Kiss the babies for me, huh?

He says we have to...

We have to leave right now.

You go get Jacob. I won't
make you deal with that one.

- Thanks for that.
- Well, don't thank me yet.

You're still gonna have to
put her back down at Taylor's.

Why? Where are you gonna be?

Uh, I think I have to
fucking go save Lance.

- [knocking on door]
- Come in.

Come on.

- He's cheating.
- Fuckin'-A right, he is.

How?

I can't tell.

What? Wait, wait, wait.

You're telling me that
you know he's cheating.

- Mm-hmm.
- But you don't know

- how he's doing it?
- No.

Maybe he's not even doing it.

Maybe he's just getting lucky.

- No, I ran a test.
- What does that mean?

When I couldn't spot
it after a dozen hands,

I started bottom dealing.

You're base dealing in my room?

- It was the only way...
- Do you have any fucking idea

how hard I had to work to
make sure that everybody knows

- that this room plays straight?
- That's why I figured

you'd want to know if you had
a cheat at one of your tables.

And now I know, but
you can't tell me how.

Look, most of the time,
he kept what I gave him.

One hand, though. Heavy
action, all the way through.

Pot was at, like, 200. At the showdown,

he turns over a jack
queen for the nut straight.

- Takes it down.
- So?

- I gave him pocket tens.
- Wait a minute.

You dealt him pocket tens,

but in the end, he's
holding jack queen instead?

- Yes.
- He's playing holdouts?

In Texas hold 'em with two
different colored decks?

How the fuck is that even possible?

It's not. It shouldn't be.

Plus I'd have felt
if the deck was light.

Fuck!

So what then, he's hiding
a deck somewhere on him?

Even if he had the chops to make
that switch without me seeing it,

it's too risky introducing new cards
when you're not controlling the deal.

Yeah.

Yeah, two people at the same
table turn over jack of hearts,

someone's got some 'splaining to do.

Fuck me.

Not sure where that leaves us.

Fucked is where it leaves us.

Especially you.

- [knocking on door]
- Yeah.

Hey, babe? Mukherjee's talking
about cashing out early.

Doesn't matter. Our genius
here can't spot his cheat.

Shit. If you had more
time, could you spot...

Babe, it doesn't matter.

You just told me he's
cashing out. It's over.

Time's running out anyway.

I think I know how to get him to stay.

Yeah? How? You going down there naked?

Why don't you tell him you're playing?

No. You know I never sit my own games.

- Come on. I know.
- No.

You really think that's
gonna get him to stay?

It's the only way to find out.

You know, I'd consider it

if I thought we had a shot

at catching him out.

But my best spotter here
was just watching him play,

what, 50 hands or something like that,

without so much as a sniff?

So I don't see what
50 more are gonna do.

Well, if he cashes out,
you'll never find out.

- Eddie's the best I got.
- Doesn't mean he's the best.

- Thanks for that.
- Yeah, no shit.

To catch a cheat, you need a cheat.

Eddie, who's the best
mechanic you've ever seen?

Stop the car.

Put it in park.

Leave it running.

We're gonna need the light,

and I don't the battery to die.

Get out.

You don't have to do this.

I know. I want to do it.

Get out of the car.

[door opens]

[alarm chimes]

Step into the light.

[phone rings]

[chuckles] I wonder
if this is the Governor

calling to stay your execution,

or if he just wants to say good-bye.

Tell him I have the money.

No, I have the money.

- [phone rings, beeps]
- Fuck him.

This is our time.

- 500 grand.
- Excuse me?

You let me go, I'll give you $500,000.

How many jackets are you wearing?

- I don't have it here.
- No kidding.

12 hours.

It took you a week to get the 150.

Listen, I've been working
a long con on Vince.

It's all set to go as
soon as I get to Chinatown.

So instead of putting you
in the ground right now,

putting 50 grand in my own pocket,

still getting to be the hero
who brings Vince his hundred,

you want me to give you 12 more hours

to con a guy you couldn't
con the last time.

Three years upstate.

Nothing to do but plan
how to take him down.

You don't think I came up with anything?

Yeah, three years, that's a long time

to think about just one thing...

deciding how you're gonna do it.

Get on your knees.

Half a million dollars, man.

- Look at me.
- No. No.

Do you think I'm in this for the money?

On your knees!

[phone rings, beeps]

[vehicle approaching]

[groaning]

All right, all right, take it easy.

Take it easy? You were
about to fuckin' kill me!

- Pete!
- Grandma, you okay?

- Pete, what's going on?
- Grandma!

- Who is that man?
- I'm a police officer.

NYPD. You don't believe me, ask him.

Why are you trying
to murder my grandson?

First, I am not trying
to murder anybody!

- Bullshit!
- Could have fooled me!

Second, I do not even
know your grandson!

This man is Marius Josepovich.

He's a can man, a street hustler,

and an all-around piece of shit.

- You're a fucking liar!
- You're the liar.

- You're a liar!
- Marius Josepovich is an alias!

Ha! Is that what he told you?

Listen, don't believe him.

I owe you an explanation.

Cuff yourself to the door handle.

- You're making a mistake.
- Wouldn't be my first.

You mind if I use my own cuffs?

They're in my pocket next to the badge,

in case you wanna look.

Business you're in, figure
you can tell that's not a fake.

Cuff yourself!

Hey, come on, you need to
tell me what's going on.

- Pete!
- There's something I need to do.

You gotta tell me what's going on!

- I just need to do something.
- Is that Lance's money?

- You need to trust me.
- Pete!

- You need to trust me.
- I don't!

- Pete!
- [engine starts]

What are you...

Where are you...

What are you doing?

Pete!

[engine revs]

Pete, that money is supposed to save us!

- [truck departing]
- Pete!

[door opens, closes]

Grandpa?

Grandma told Julia she
was on her way here.

Audrey?

Audrey w...

Grandpa...

is that her blood?

What? No.

Whose is it?

I don't... I don't think
he gave me his name.

Not his right one anyway.

He's, um...

You know what a house painter is?

I'm a police officer.

Oh.

Well, he's a house painter.

Was.

Dockery's guy put a knife in his spine.

Why was he here?

He isn't a client.

No.

Grandpa, did you hire a hit man?

To go after Dockery?

No.

Who, then?

It was the only way I
could think of to save her.

Oh, Grandpa.

Oh, Grandpa, it's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

[whimpering]

Oh...

Grandpa, you know

what felony murder is, right?

Yeah!

You hire a guy to do a crime...

he gets himself killed...

you're on the hook,

just like you pulled the trigger.

Okay.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

[sniffle]

I guess I'll call the cops now.

I can...

Shh. Shh.

Where's Grandma?

- I don't know.
- No?

She won't answer my phone calls.

You keep trying her.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

I'm going to go...

go to Walgreen's and get what we need.

All right. What we need for what?

To clean this place up.

Ha ha.

Go ahead.

Ow. Uhh!

You know people always say
"I hate to say I told you so."

I love to say I told you so.

I'm going to lock you
to the steering wheel.

You drive us out of here.

You do know you're already

in a whole pile of trouble, don't you?

Assaulting an officer,
kidnapping an officer,

attempted murder of an officer...

I'm still not convinced
you are an officer.

... assault with a deadly weapon...

- to wit, a motor vehicle.
- All right, all right.

You know 100% I am who I say I am.

Now, your grandson, on the other hand...

Apparently is a no-account asshole.

Doesn't mean we're not related.

We just watched him steal your truck,

plus your $150,000,

and you're still giving him
the benefit of the doubt?

Ooh, I wish you were my grandma.

Yeah?

I'm too young to be your grandma.

And it was never my money.

You sure do need it back, though, huh?

- Where's he going?
- Marius?

Whatever you want to call him,

where's he taking that money?

See? Now this is why I believe

there is a deal to be made.

- [sigh]
- As I was saying,

you are already facing

a whole mess of charges,

but you don't have to be.

I am willing to clean the slate,

even break you off a piece of that 150.

All I want is Marius.

You think I'd give you my grandson?

And by the way, his name is Pete.

Here's my deal.

You tell me where he's going,

I let you ride inside.

Whoa, whoa, who-ho-ho-ho-ho-hoa.

Hold... Hold on. Hold on.

Ohh!

Cut the shit, Grandma!

Take it from me,

you're not gonna drag me to death!

Where's my grandson going?

I keep telling you
he's not your grandson.

[grunting]

New York!

I'm sorry?

New York. Manhattan.

I've got a name and address!

It's The Word Class.

It's an underground card room.

I'll take you there.

I'll take you there!

You will take me there,

or I'll drag you

until this thing runs out of gas.

[panting]

That's to you.

Drive.

Ahem.

Queen takes it.

Gentlemen,

may I join you?

The great Vince Lonigan

deigns to sit at one of his own tables.

Truly a red letter day.

Well, we'll see.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Go!

Come on, you fucking...

- [honk]
- ... asshole!

I guess you've done this before...

cuffed a guy to a steering wheel.

As long as I've been in
the bail bond business,

I bet I've cuffed guys to just about...

just about everything.

I'm not sure how far you
think we're going to get.

First a cop sees us, pulls us over.

You spend your golden years

in the prison infirmary in Niantic.

Doesn't need to get us to the city.

Just needs to get us
somewhere with four bars.

[phone rings]

Otto.

Thank...

Thank God!

Listen, Otto...

Audrey, Audrey, Dockery knows.

Dockery knows! He took Lance.

But I thought he might
come to you, but...

And... And some fucked-up cop took Pete.

- Audrey, Pete stole from us.
- Otto!

I've got the cop with me.

How's that even possible?

I followed him to the shop.

Listen, we're in the woods

right off the Merritt near Norwalk.

I need you to come pick us up.

Cop's going to take us to Pete.

Pete still has the money?

And my truck.

Cop's car's about to kick out on us.

I've tried to make it
to that service plaza...

- [grunt]
- Audrey?

[both grunting]

- Audrey?
- [grunt]

Audrey?

Ow!

- [crash]
- [honk]

Audrey? Audrey!

[continuous honk]

Audrey!

Well, he's a house painter.

Was.

Dockery's guy put a knife in his spine.

Why was he here?

He isn't a client.

No.

Grandpa, did you hire a hit man?

To go after Dockery?

No.

Who, then?

It was the only way I
could think of to save her.

Oh, Grandpa.

Oh, Grandpa, it's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

[whimpering]

Oh...

Grandpa, you know

what felony murder is, right?

Yeah!

You hire a guy to do a crime...

he gets himself killed...

you're on the hook,

just like you pulled the trigger.

Okay.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

[sniffle]

I guess I'll call the cops now.

I can...

Shh. Shh.

Where's Grandma?

- I don't know.
- No?

She won't answer my phone calls.

You keep trying her.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

I'm going to go...

go to Walgreen's and get what we need.

All right. What we need for what?

To clean this place up.

Ha ha.

Go ahead.

Ow. Uhh!

You know people always say
"I hate to say I told you so."

I love to say I told you so.

I'm going to lock you
to the steering wheel.

You drive us out of here.

You do know you're already

in a whole pile of trouble, don't you?

Assaulting an officer,
kidnapping an officer,

attempted murder of an officer...

I'm still not convinced
you are an officer.

... assault with a deadly weapon...

- to wit, a motor vehicle.
- All right, all right.

You know 100% I am who I say I am.

Now, your grandson, on the other hand...

Apparently is a no-account asshole.

Doesn't mean we're not related.

We just watched him steal your truck,

plus your $150,000,

and you're still giving him
the benefit of the doubt?