Sneaky Pete (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Man on the Run - full transcript
Marius tries to contain the newly emancipated Pete and pump him for information on Maggie. Frank and Joe tighten their grip on family surveillance. A formidable associate of the dead hit ...
[gentle pensive music]
♪ ♪
[crickets chirping]
♪ ♪
[sighs]
Oh...
Oh, damn it.
Sh...
Okay.
[footsteps approach]
- Marius.
- Shh!
What the fuck?
[whispering]
I'm here to save you.
- From who?
- I'll explain in the car.
You should come. If they
see you, they'll kill you.
No, my family's in here.
Pete. Pete.
They'll kill your family too.
[brooding music]
[light clicks]
[Marius] Shit.
[Pete grunting]
[Marius] Shh.
[Marius] In the back.
[Pete] In the back?
[Marius] In the back, come on.
[engine turns over]
[tires squeal]
♪ ♪
[Pete] What the fuck
is going on, Marius?
A couple of days
after I got out,
these two gorillas
grabbed me off the street.
They threw me in their trunk.
They kept asking me
where my mom was.
- Your mom?
- No, your mom.
They...they thought I was you.
- Wh-what, why?
- I don't know.
I kept telling them who I was,
but they didn't care.
They said that if
I didn't find your mom,
they would kill
your whole family.
Look, if my family's in danger,
I gotta go back.
- I gotta warn them.
- No, no, no.
They said that...that if...
if I talked to anybody,
they...they would kill
your mother anyway.
- You told my...my mom?
- No, you sit down!
Get down! Get down!
Get down!
- God damn it!
- You gotta stay down.
Look, maybe I should
just go back to prison, man.
You don't know
the night that I've had.
Pete, they were gonna
kill you in prison.
That...that's why I got you out.
What, you got me out?
I paid the C.O. on the bus
to leave you behind.
He had to cover and say...
say you escaped.
That's why CERT and the
marshals are looking for you.
I was gonna meet you
at the road, but...but
I couldn't shake them in time.
How'd you know I was
going back to the farmhouse?
Pete, we were cellies
for three years.
I...I didn't need to guess.
Oh, my God.
This is fucking crazy, man.
It's absolutely crazy.
No, you know what's crazy
is...is the fact that
all those years I thought
you were an idiot
for robbing a gun range.
What about the gun range?
Oh, they know all about
the gun range.
They know all about
the storage place.
They know everything.
How the fuck do they
know about the storage place?
I don't know, it's...
but it's why they're looking
for you and your mother.
What...what...what
the fuck did you guys do?
Pete, I can't help you...
I can't help you
if you don't tell me
what happened.
I can't.
No, you gotta
tell me what happened.
If we don't do
what these guys want,
we're all dead:
you, me, your whole family.
They're gonna burn down the
farmhouse with everybody inside.
What the fuck did
you and your mother do?
Oh, my God.
[inhales]
So eight years ago,
okay?
This guy Reggie...
[rain pattering]
...he gets me and my mom
into this thing.
We called it "housecleaning,"
all right?
[jazzy dramatic music]
We'd sit on a house,
wait for the people to leave.
And when the owners left,
I would follow them, you know.
And Reggie, my mom,
and the crew
would clean it
the fuck out, man.
♪ ♪
[lock clanks]
They would take art.
They would take furniture.
They would take everything.
Down to the fucking spoons.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Then, like, three years ago,
we come up north,
we started hitting
storage facilities.
We scouted this one
in Mount Vernon.
Every day, the guard
went to a bench
and ate his lunch.
And the day we hit it,
it was no different.
We knew we had one hour.
If he started back early,
I was supposed to call.
[cell phone rings]
But then my mom calls me.
[tense music]
She tells me to stall him.
Okay.
She says, do whatever it takes.
♪ ♪
I should have fucking shot him.
I could have.
Kidnapped him,
ran him over
with my car, something.
But there were people,
so many fucking people there.
[soft suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
So then he...he goes into
this sporting goods store,
except it's not.
It's a fucking gun range, man.
But she said...she said,
do whatever it takes.
♪ ♪
And I knew what that meant,
I knew if I didn't
stop that guard,
then my mom and the guys
could end up dead.
♪ ♪
[click]
Nobody move!
When I got back in there,
the guard was gone.
[pistols cock]
[shotgun cocks]
[dramatic music]
[grunts]
♪ ♪
It was just like I feared, man.
[soft brooding music]
He went back to the space
and everybody died.
Yeah, but the news said
that two people escaped,
a man and a woman.
No, my mom and Reggie
took bullets in the shootout,
and they died on the run.
Why did they think
your mother was still alive?
I can't talk anymore.
I gotta sleep.
[♪ The Bright Light Social Hour:
"Harder Out Here"]
♪ ♪
[man] ♪ It's getting
harder out here ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I keep trying
to just make my way ♪
♪ ♪
♪ It's not lying ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I'm only trying ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Just trust in me ♪
all:
♪ Trust in me ♪
♪ Just trust in me ♪
all:
♪ Trust in me ♪
♪ Just trust in me ♪♪
[cell phone rings]
[ringing]
Taylor.
You all right?
I'm sorry,
I know it's early, Grandma.
I didn't want
to wake you last night.
Oh, God. They-they found
the headlight, didn't they?
[Taylor] Not the light itself,
but there was a bag
of something in evidence
that looked like it could be
a headlight glass.
I knew it.
[Taylor] Look, it's not
a smoking gun.
Okay? But you need to
get those headlights replaced
sooner than later.
Yeah, I'll do it first thing.
Good.
And remember...
I know, I know.
Used parts.
Yeah. I'll call you later.
I love you, Grandma.
I love you too.
[sighs]
[creaking]
[muffled footsteps]
[Colin] Man...
...look at this proclamation.
Goddamn Easter Rebellion.
[soft scoff]
You know if it's real?
Who are you?
I'm a friend of Irish Moe's.
The fuck you are.
You're him?
I was expecting a fellow Mick.
What are you,
Pacific Islander?
What do you want?
I'm just gonna go in my pocket
and get my phone.
[Hopper] ...no "I'll miss you
most of all, Scarecrow."
Nothing that anybody
can look back on.
[Otto] Look, I know
how to play my part.
After you force me
to open up the safe,
you can't go straight
for the cash box.
You see, Moe,
one of those voices I know.
Guy's a pro,
very detail-oriented.
Triple-checks his weapons.
Records his clients
in case a deal goes south.
But he didn't check in
after this last gig,
which is not S.O.P.
So I have to assume the worst.
But I still need
to know what happened.
I need to talk to
that other voice.
Who is he?
No idea.
Give me a name.
I'll get out of your hair.
[baton clicks]
[grunts]
[both grunting]
[blows landing]
I'm looking for headlights
for a 1987 GMC High Sierra.
- Sorry.
- You sure?
You got a awful lot
of metal out here.
I know every item in this yard,
and I know your truck.
People hold on to them.
Only place you're gonna
find parts for it
is at, uh, Pep Boys.
[soft laugh] I see.
Thing is, I want used parts.
You know, keep it authentic.
Yeah, well,
if you don't need 'em fast,
I can put a order
into the national database,
and see if anything comes in.
Just need your name and number.
Uh, hmm.
You know, maybe I will
hit Pep Boys.
Thanks.
[ambient music]
So, uh, the shoes.
Shoes are pretty scuffed up.
Pattern there
suggests drag marks.
My...my guess would be
a physical altercation
with the killer.
[distant indistinct chatter]
Might be why
his shield is missing.
Dropped it in a fight.
Maybe he dropped it,
or maybe
the killer took it as...
as a trophy.
Head wound came from the right;
chest from the left.
Why?
I don't...
Uh.
Okay, okay, um.
The killer and Winslow
are in the woods together.
Maybe to make a deal.
Maybe the killer
took him out there for a hit.
Either way, you know,
they...
they argued, right?
They, um, they scuffled.
Winslow decides
to make a break for it,
gets in his car,
takes off.
Killer gets in his car,
gives chase,
bashes Winslow from behind,
sends him just
right into a tree.
So he sheers off right.
Killer gets out,
uh, approaches passenger side,
puts a quick bullet
in Winslow's temple
to down him,
circles around to get closer,
puts two more in his chest
to finish the job.
[sighs] Let's walk through it
at the car.
Shit.
[door opens]
[exhales]
- Julia.
- Oh, good.
I thought you had that thing
at Ellen's school today.
No, her recital is next week.
And it'd be nice if you and
Grandpa could make it this time.
- Who's that?
- Nobody.
Valerie Abeyta?
I already decided
not to bond her out.
The bail's half a million,
but she's too big a flight risk.
Good.
She ran on Eagle Bonding,
and word is she's got
a foot in Mexico at all times.
Julia, I trust you.
Since when?
Since you got us
out of that mess
I made with Dockery.
I never really thanked you.
Wow, um.
You're welcome, Audrey.
And it is really settled, right?
'Cause I heard you say something
about unringing a bell.
Yes, it's settled.
It's settled
because I settled it.
Just asking a simple question.
[door shuts]
[beep]
[line trilling]
Bobby.
Uh, Audrey Bernhardt.
Fine, fine.
You?
[clears throat]
Reason I'm calling is
I have a problem with my truck.
Hey, Pete, remember that thing
I didn't want to tell you about?
I need to tell you about it.
Call me back.
[Julia sighs]
Hey.
Take it Grandma's inside?
Whatever gives you that idea?
Hey, um, I'm gonna
hit the store on the corner.
- You want anything?
- Uh, no, I'm good.
Um, hey, do you
by any chance know if
um, Cousin Pete left town?
Why?
Okay, this is gonna
sound crazy, but
I thought I saw him
outside the farmhouse
at like 3:00 a.m. last night.
He shoved some dude in a car
and then drove off.
Okay, I thought
you stopped smoking pot.
It helps me sleep.
And there's your answer.
Maybe I'll ask Grandma about it.
Go ahead.
Have fun explaining why
you were seeing shit
out your window at 3:00 a.m.
[pensive jazzy music]
♪ ♪
[machine rumbling]
[machine clanks]
What was that?
That was the, uh,
ice machine outside.
[exhales]
Jesus.
This whole thing,
it's so weird, man.
'Cause it's like I'm...
I'm...I'm out.
You know?
But I'm not, like...
I'm not free.
Well, it's either this or
getting shivved in the rec yard.
Yeah.
Listen, why don't you
take a shower
and, uh, and...and put on
the clothes that I brought you?
Clear your mind
for a little bit.
I'm gonna go check
the perimeter, all right?
[Marjorie] Is he awake?
[muffled shower running]
Shower.
No one in the family
saw him, right?
I got him out just in time.
Okay, 'cause if any
one of them sees Pete...
I get burned.
I heard you the first 20 times.
This is good.
You're sure that he's lying
about his mother being dead?
I spent three years
in a cell with this guy.
I can read his tells
like a comic book.
Right, so now...
So now we get him
to tell us the truth.
[mischievous music]
[door opens, shuts]
[rumbling]
[clanks]
♪ ♪
[Pete] You were right, man.
I forgot how good it is
to take a shower
without two dudes fucking
in the stall next to you.
That's great. Hey, listen,
you know, I'm gonna go
meet with these guys to
try to reason with them.
I mean, you said it yourself,
your mother's dead.
It doesn't do them any good
to...to keep looking for her.
Might as well lay our cards
on the table, right?
No, can...can't you just
call them?
Well, if I call them,
then they...they're gonna think
that we're lying to protect her.
If they see my face,
then they'll know that, uh,
that I'm telling the truth.
- Right?
- I...I don't know, man.
I...I think that
that's too fucking dangerous.
Well, if I'm not back
in a few hours,
then, uh, we'll know for sure.
Shoot.
Oh, fuck.
That's them.
I gotta go.
Oh!
What's that about?
That's for saving my life, man.
Oh, you'd do the same for me.
Yeah, you bet.
Hey, listen, if...if
you get hungry while I'm gone,
there's a pizza place
across the street.
The delivery number
is in the window.
It's...it's, uh,
it's right next to the bar.
You can't miss it.
[soft mischievous music]
♪ ♪
Fuck.
- Hey, Julia. Who's your friend?
- Oh, hey, Pete. This is Frank.
He's looking to rent
an office in the neighborhood.
- Frank, my cousin Pete.
- Nice to meet you, Pete.
You want to rent
in the neighborhood?
Yeah, thinking about, you know,
a little storefront office.
Oh, what do you do for work?
Kind of a private investigator.
Oh, you're a P.I., really?
What kind of cases
do you handle?
It varies.
These days, I spend
a lot of time watching people.
Making sure they don't go
where they're not supposed to.
Like cheaters?
Yeah, you could say that.
Sure could've used you
ten months ago.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah, that's a different story.
- Mm-hmm.
- It's nice to meet you, Frank.
Nice to meet you, Pete.
Hey, Julia, can I talk to
you inside really quickly?
Uh, yeah, sure.
All right.
Uh, nice to meet you, Frank.
Bye.
Why, what's going on?
What is it?
[soft laugh]
Just stay away from that guy.
You met him
for like two seconds.
Trust me.
He's bad news.
Do you hear how paranoid you...
Hey.
Listen to me.
Stay away from him.
Okay.
I need some water.
- Hey.
- What?
Did you go by the farmhouse,
last night?
What?
No.
Carly thinks she saw you
pushing somebody
into the back of a car.
But it was 3:00 a.m,
and she smokes pot to sleep, so.
So, um, you...
you called me because
you needed help with something?
I do.
- Promise you won't yell at me.
- Already sounds good.
In order to keep Lance
out of an early grave
I agreed to...
launder some money for Dockery.
What?
[soft dramatic music]
So you thought because
I'm your shady cousin
I might have some ideas for you?
- Do you?
- I might.
But, uh... here's the thing.
I...
I need your help with
something that I need to do,
and then I'll help you
figure out how to
launder the money for Dockery.
Okay?
Well, it kind of depends on
what your thing is.
It's just I'm freelancing
for insurance fraud.
It's this guy,
he says his mother's dead.
Uh, he's trying
to get the payout.
The company thinks
he's full of shit.
So I'm trying to run something
to get him to spill
and I just...
Is it illegal?
No, of course not.
[Roby] So rear collider
wasn't a car.
It's higher.
Truck, SUV.
Some of it could have
been previous damage.
There'd be rust.
Well, it was grey,
whatever it was.
I'll have Crime Scene
get a sample of that.
Okay, so according to
your theory,
killer hits the car,
goes off right.
Killer gets out.
Goes to the nearest window.
[door opens]
Passenger side.
Fires the first shot.
- Huh.
- What?
Angle on the entry,
Winslow's temple was...
was low.
The shot would have had to
come from near the ground.
Bullet would have hit the door.
Unless Winslow's head was
cocked to the left after impact.
Be the shooter.
Sure.
It's after impact.
Car hits the tree,
comes to a stop.
Bang.
Shooter goes around
for the double tap.
[ominous suspense music]
♪ ♪
Bang. Bang.
You know, your theory pans out.
I'll, um...
I'll finish my report with it.
Great.
Wait a minute.
What?
[Taylor] What is it?
Does that look like
blood to you?
[coughs]
It's hard to tell.
No.
It definitely is.
All of Winslow's splatter's
on the driver's side.
This is nowhere near it.
I'll have Crime Scene
take a sample of that too.
♪ ♪
[Carly] I knew
I wasn't seeing things.
So, I mean, who...
who was he?
Well, he's just a buddy of mine.
He's been in recovery.
Like a...a drug addict?
Well, no, he's been
clean for a while now.
but, uh, he's been
having a rough time.
And last night,
he really felt the urge so
to his credit, he called me.
I didn't pick up the phone,
and then he came to the farm,
thinking that I was still there.
So what...what are you,
like his sponsor or something?
Uh, uh, well, we're friends.
You know, friends
look out for friends.
So where is he now?
He's at home.
We talked for a bit.
He's fine.
Sounds rough.
I bet he could get some
good stuff though, right?
What?
Totally joking.
[laughs]
Oh, like you want to
smoke some crack.
Yeah, no, yeah.
[both chuckling]
No, I'm...I'm sorry
about your friend.
Oh, it's funny.
No, it's fine, thank you.
Yeah, no, I'm sorry, really.
If it's okay, would you mind
just keeping this
between the two of us?
Done.
Thank you.
Yeah, thank you, um.
I mean, for...
for being the one
family member who's...
always straight with me.
You're welcome.
Okay.
Oh, my God.
- I am so sorry.
- No, no, don't worry about it.
I...I better get out of here
before I destroy your car.
It's a piece of shit.
It's all right.
It's already destroyed.
[indistinct P.A. chatter]
[engine turns over]
[man] Yeah, number 15,
your order's ready.
Two chili cheeseburgers...
I'm sorry, sweetheart.
- Oh, my God.
- What?
You look exactly like my sister.
What? Uh, okay.
Can I get a picture of
us together?
- Uh, that's not weird.
- Yeah, I know.
But it'd be like
looking in a mirror.
- Jesus...
- You know? She's gonna love it.
[photo snaps]
Thanks, sweetheart.
Uh, no prob.
So, um, is it working or not?
[Laney] Hold on.
It's still connecting.
[Laney] Hello...oh.
So you think
your cousin is lying?
Uh, that's what
I want to find out.
[static drones]
[pensive music]
[sighs]
♪ ♪
[funky music builds]
♪ ♪
[soft rock music]
♪ ♪
What's the best beer you got?
I like Twin Pines
Pineapple Porter,
Porkfat's Double IPA...
Just give me a Red Stripe.
♪ ♪
Glass?
[swallowing]
Guess not.
♪ ♪
Hit me again.
♪ ♪
Well, I don't care
what you think.
No, you're not going.
Well, you should have
thought about that before you...
No, missy, you are not going.
Because I'm your mother
and I said so.
[sighs loudly]
I'm sorry.
My daughter.
She's having a hard time
accepting what
"being grounded" means.
It's none of my business.
You have kids?
Oh.
[soft scoff]
None that I'm aware of.
[soft laugh]
Don't get me wrong,
I love my daughter.
There are just times, you know,
I want to strangle her.
[door closes shut]
I bet.
♪ ♪
And don't even get me started
on the 12 grand that
I spent fixing these
after she was done with them.
But you know the truth is,
they're even better now
than they were before, so.
That's money well spent.
- Right?
- Yeah.
[laughs]
Thank you.
[soft laugh]
Mister...
♪ ♪
Pete.
Hmm. Well.
[softly]
Thank you, Mr. Pete.
♪ ♪
Hey, um,
would you like another drink?
♪ ♪
I'd love one.
[exhales]
Hey, uh, can we get
the lady another drink, please?
[bartender] Yeah, sure thing.
♪ ♪
Hi.
[Pete] How old's your daughter?
[Marjorie] Oh, she's 14.
[Pete] No way.
[Marjorie] Way.
[Pete] No, you're not old enough
to have a teenager.
[Marjorie] Ha! Listen to you,
Mister Charming.
No, I was pretty young
when I had her.
You know, that's probably why
she gets into this much trouble.
She's like her mom.
[soft pensive music]
[monitor beeping steadily]
♪ ♪
Welcome back, sunshine.
[music slowly builds]
Come on.
We're both better than that.
Sorry about your jaw.
I didn't mean to do that.
But, hey, it happens, right?
Least your hand's okay.
Write down the name.
No need to get ugly this time.
[soft chuckle]
Ugly it is.
[monitor beeping rapidly]
[strained breathing]
[gasps]
Let's try this again.
[nurse] Hello?
I...I thought he was gonna puke.
Yeah, I need to change
your friend's bandages.
It's not gonna be pretty.
You might want
to leave the room.
Oh, that's okay.
I'll stay.
Like I said, you might
want to leave the room.
Fair enough.
[plastic clicks]
[muffled struggling]
[birds chirping]
[clears throat]
[cell phone rings]
Oh.
[beep]
Bobby.
Please tell me
you got good news.
[Bobby] I do.
Can you meet me
at the garage at 6:00?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'll be there at 5:45.
[beep]
[indistinct PA announcements]
Moe Solomon's room, please?
It's 205.
It's right there.
Thanks.
[Pete laughing]
You know how mothers are.
Yeah.
My mom...
[soft chuckle]
Yeah?
Was she strict?
No, no.
No, she didn't have to be.
No, she was born with the caul.
[Pete]
So she knew what I was gonna do
before even I did.
I remember my mom,
it was the same thing.
I would just be thinking about
sneaking out,
and there she'd be.
Marjorie, he said,
"Born with the caul."
Ask him if she was a psychic.
You know, sometimes,
I would even think
that my mom was psychic.
- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
Was she?
Well, no.
[soft laugh]
What?
Wait, what?
Was your mom psychic?
- Look I know a lot of people...
- No.
...think that it's bullshit,
but yeah.
No, she was.
It was spooky how much she knew.
I...I didn't get away with
none of the stuff
my friends did,
none of it, none of it.
[Marjorie] Was kind of
a buzzkill for your childhood.
[Pete] No, no, no, no,
my childhood was great, yeah.
Grandparents, cousins
lived out on this farmhouse
out in the countryside.
But, um...
[sniffs]
What?
[lounge music playing softly]
My...my...my dad was killed
when I was little.
[tsks]
So my mom, she was always
looking for another guy,
you know?
Trying to find me a...
a role model.
Mm.
[laughs]
So these guys, oh, my God...
they weren't exactly
solid citizens.
[Marjorie gasps] Right.
[Pete laughing]
[Pete] So we, you know,
we traveled around a lot.
Yeah? Where did you travel?
[blows raspberry]
No, dude, there was
this one guy, Reggie...
he was into some heavy shit.
[sniffs]
We bounced all over
the country like rabbits.
[bottle cap clanks]
[Marius] Close it, Marjorie.
Really love my mom.
That's sweet.
Where is she now?
[soft scoff]
She's dead.
Yeah?
You just said you love your mom,
not that you loved her.
No, she's...she's dead.
Eh, you don't seem too sure.
- I'm pretty sure I'm sure.
- Yeah?
- You sure?
- Yeah?
Come on, Pete.
- Yeah?
- Just tell me the truth.
♪ ♪
Just tell me the truth.
♪ ♪
I gotta meet a friend.
Who, Marius?
What the fuck is going on?
It's real simple, Pete.
Your mom is alive.
And you're gonna tell me
where she is.
I ain't telling you shit, lady.
Oh, sure you are.
Because we got your friend,
Marius.
Unless you talk,
he's a dead man.
[engine cuts out]
[indistinct chatter]
[phone buzzes, chimes]
Hey.
Prelim lap report came back
on the blood smudge
that we found on the dashboard.
- Hm?
- AB Negative.
- Okay, what was Winslow?
- O Positive.
Looks like someone was in the
car with him when it crashed.
I want to check out the crime
scene first thing tomorrow.
I'll bring coffee.
[softly]
All right.
Grandma, call me
as soon as you can.
I need to know your blood type.
[Bobby] Okay, there they are,
on the red one in the driveway.
But they're still on the truck.
Right.
[gear shifts]
Won't steal headlights
off someone else's truck.
I asked you for replacements.
These are all
I could track down.
I told you, used parts for the
Sierra are hard to find.
Then you go take 'em off.
Look, I can loan you
the tools, but I'm not
getting out of the truck.
[sighs]
As I recall,
we bailed you out
on 3/4 collateral
so you wouldn't miss
your daughter's birthday party.
I know, I...
Audrey, I did my time.
Would you really ask me to risk
everything I've built since then
for some headlights?
I'm sorry, Bobby.
Just drive.
[gear shifts]
[engine turns over]
Oh, Jesus, Marius...
[blubbering] I'm sorry, Pete.
I didn't...
I tried to tell them
that Maggie was dead...
Shut the fuck up!
[Marius] Oh! Oh, my balls!
- Oh, fuck.
[soft dramatic music]
What's our safe word?
Ow.
[soft laugh]
♪ ♪
So, how do I launder $150,000?
Right, uh, laundering money.
You...you basically take
something worthless
and you, uh, give it value.
Such as?
Well, say you...
you to a thrift store,
you buy a bunch of cheap
clothes, and then you sell them
uh, for a lot more,
or you say you did,
then you're basically
giving the money... a story.
You're...then...then it's clean.
I like that.
But that'd take
a lot of clothing.
Well, no, not clothing,
you take
Audrey's worthless properties...
Hey, hold on.
Audrey?
Okay, that's really tight.
Well, you want it to look real.
So what do I do with
the properties?
You, uh, you sell them
to Dockery.
Who does he sell them to?
Lance.
Lance?
[shouting]
Where is she?
I already told you, she's dead!
[blubbering]
No, they know!
And they have information!
They know you're lying!
Please, I don't want to die!
I don't want to die!
Five seconds,
and his brains are
all over this truck.
- Five...
- She's in Sedona!
I swear to God,
that's all I know.
The last time I talked to her,
she said she was in Sedona.
And she made me promise
that if anyone asked
to say she was dead.
Another promise I couldn't keep!
Oh, fuck!
Give me your fucking car keys!
- Hell yeah, Marius!
- You son of a bitch!
Sit down!
Sit down in the fucking chair!
Yeah!
Get going!
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
All right, you gotta lay low.
I'm gonna go get some supplies
and figure out an exit strategy.
I'm so fucking sorry
for all of this.
No, just...just stay in
your room this time, all right?
Here, take that.
In case you need to reach me,
I'm the first up
on the speed dial.
Okay.
Go, go.
[motel door opens, shuts]
[engine rumbling]
Did you see which room
he went into?
No.
Who is he?
I'm not 100%.
But I think I've seen
his face before.
Where?
At the police station.
On my brother's computer.
Hey, Sam.
It's Otto.
Moe's in the hospital.
I tried to get in to see him,
but they said he's
out for the night.
Look, uh...
call me as soon as you can.
I... I got a bad feeling.
[music broods]
Hello there.
Hi.
Do I know you?
Oh...
look, son,
take it easy.
[stammers]
If you want this shitty car
that bad, you can have it.
No, this isn't
the car I'm looking for.
You hired a house painter, yes?
You only said a few words
to that nurse back there,
but you have
a very distinct voice.
[phone beeps]
[Otto] Look, I know
how to play my part.
After you force me
to open up the safe,
you can't go straight
for the cash box.
You gotta grab some of
the other shit too.
Is that you?
It is.
[tense music]
Is he dead?
Uh-huh.
Where's his car?
Look...look, I don't...
Where is my father's
fucking car?
♪ ♪
[tires screech]
Are you out of
your fucking mind?
[rain pattering]
Sam?
What the hell?
You can't go in there.
[thunder rumbles]
Sean hired me to follow her.
If you go in there,
I'm gonna have to tell Sean.
Because like it or not,
he's my boss.
[Julia] Hey, Houdini.
How'd it go?
Well, I just got the feeling
back in my fingers.
Find out if the guy's
mom is still alive?
[Marius] Well, he...he doesn't
know where she is, so
we can't prove anything.
But...but thank you.
Uh, I'm sure that was weird.
Really? Tying up your cousin,
what's weird about that?
[soft laugh]
Yeah, did you...did you
talk to Lance?
I tried.
- He's gone.
[Marius] What?
Yeah, his office is empty,
his house.
- Where is he?
[Julia] I don't know.
But I'm a skip tracer.
I'll find him.
Hey, did you ever, uh...
did you ever try to find my mom?
[Julia] Huh?
I know the...the whole
estrangement thing,
but did you ever...
did you ever try to find her?
Okay, what I'm about to say,
you have to promise
never to tell Audrey.
Yeah, okay.
[Julia] You do,
I'll tie you up again
and there will be no safe word.
I cross my heart.
After Grandpa's stroke,
I thought...
your mom should know
about it.
So I asked Sam to find her.
[Julia] He was able to
track her down to Sedona.
But by the time
I called the number,
the phone was disconnected.
He was able to put her
on a plane to Buffalo,
but then that was it.
Buffalo?
[ominous music]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
No, I just want
the whole package,
DHS, TSA, the whole thing.
How soon can it be?
Yeah, that's great.
Look, I'm depending on you.
You're my rip cord.
All right.
Bye.
[Marjorie] Marius?
- I thought we failed.
But we know Pete's mom
isn't in Sedona,
but I just spoke to Julia.
Pete told you in the bar
his mom's psychic, right?
Sedona, Cassadaga, New Orleans,
those are all
spiritualist centers.
Marius, I have something
to tell you.
So Julia said that Sam
tracked her to Buffalo.
What spiritualist center
is the hot spot for Buffalo?
You need to listen to me.
Rosedale.
I...I'm...there's no guarantees,
but that's all I got
for right now and
a leopard doesn't...
Marius, can you just
shut the fuck up?
I know who the money belongs to.
Who?
The owner of
the storage facility.
"Luka Delchev"?
- You don't know who that is?
- Should I?
- You remember Billy Primo?
- Uh, yeah, of course.
He tried to get me into
something, but I couldn't do it.
Yeah? Well, Billy
disappeared five years ago,
right after Luka found out that
Billy pulled the
Jamaican Switch on his niece,
got ten grand out of her.
Billy tried to run, but...
you don't run from Luka Delchev.
And when they
found Billy's body,
he had no teeth, no gums,
no mouth.
What...what does that
even mean, "no mouth"?
It means that Luka
made Billy drink acid
over $10,000.
What do you think he's
gonna do to us over 11 million?
Marjorie,
we're gonna do this right.
There is no way
I'm going anywhere near
Luka Delchev.
Neither should Adam or Nicole.
Marjorie, look,
listen...
I'm out.
You should be too.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
Pizza.
[indistinct TV chatter]
Sorry.
Uh, wrong room.
♪ ♪
[rumbling]
[clank]
♪ ♪
[crickets chirping]
♪ ♪
[sighs]
Oh...
Oh, damn it.
Sh...
Okay.
[footsteps approach]
- Marius.
- Shh!
What the fuck?
[whispering]
I'm here to save you.
- From who?
- I'll explain in the car.
You should come. If they
see you, they'll kill you.
No, my family's in here.
Pete. Pete.
They'll kill your family too.
[brooding music]
[light clicks]
[Marius] Shit.
[Pete grunting]
[Marius] Shh.
[Marius] In the back.
[Pete] In the back?
[Marius] In the back, come on.
[engine turns over]
[tires squeal]
♪ ♪
[Pete] What the fuck
is going on, Marius?
A couple of days
after I got out,
these two gorillas
grabbed me off the street.
They threw me in their trunk.
They kept asking me
where my mom was.
- Your mom?
- No, your mom.
They...they thought I was you.
- Wh-what, why?
- I don't know.
I kept telling them who I was,
but they didn't care.
They said that if
I didn't find your mom,
they would kill
your whole family.
Look, if my family's in danger,
I gotta go back.
- I gotta warn them.
- No, no, no.
They said that...that if...
if I talked to anybody,
they...they would kill
your mother anyway.
- You told my...my mom?
- No, you sit down!
Get down! Get down!
Get down!
- God damn it!
- You gotta stay down.
Look, maybe I should
just go back to prison, man.
You don't know
the night that I've had.
Pete, they were gonna
kill you in prison.
That...that's why I got you out.
What, you got me out?
I paid the C.O. on the bus
to leave you behind.
He had to cover and say...
say you escaped.
That's why CERT and the
marshals are looking for you.
I was gonna meet you
at the road, but...but
I couldn't shake them in time.
How'd you know I was
going back to the farmhouse?
Pete, we were cellies
for three years.
I...I didn't need to guess.
Oh, my God.
This is fucking crazy, man.
It's absolutely crazy.
No, you know what's crazy
is...is the fact that
all those years I thought
you were an idiot
for robbing a gun range.
What about the gun range?
Oh, they know all about
the gun range.
They know all about
the storage place.
They know everything.
How the fuck do they
know about the storage place?
I don't know, it's...
but it's why they're looking
for you and your mother.
What...what...what
the fuck did you guys do?
Pete, I can't help you...
I can't help you
if you don't tell me
what happened.
I can't.
No, you gotta
tell me what happened.
If we don't do
what these guys want,
we're all dead:
you, me, your whole family.
They're gonna burn down the
farmhouse with everybody inside.
What the fuck did
you and your mother do?
Oh, my God.
[inhales]
So eight years ago,
okay?
This guy Reggie...
[rain pattering]
...he gets me and my mom
into this thing.
We called it "housecleaning,"
all right?
[jazzy dramatic music]
We'd sit on a house,
wait for the people to leave.
And when the owners left,
I would follow them, you know.
And Reggie, my mom,
and the crew
would clean it
the fuck out, man.
♪ ♪
[lock clanks]
They would take art.
They would take furniture.
They would take everything.
Down to the fucking spoons.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Then, like, three years ago,
we come up north,
we started hitting
storage facilities.
We scouted this one
in Mount Vernon.
Every day, the guard
went to a bench
and ate his lunch.
And the day we hit it,
it was no different.
We knew we had one hour.
If he started back early,
I was supposed to call.
[cell phone rings]
But then my mom calls me.
[tense music]
She tells me to stall him.
Okay.
She says, do whatever it takes.
♪ ♪
I should have fucking shot him.
I could have.
Kidnapped him,
ran him over
with my car, something.
But there were people,
so many fucking people there.
[soft suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
So then he...he goes into
this sporting goods store,
except it's not.
It's a fucking gun range, man.
But she said...she said,
do whatever it takes.
♪ ♪
And I knew what that meant,
I knew if I didn't
stop that guard,
then my mom and the guys
could end up dead.
♪ ♪
[click]
Nobody move!
When I got back in there,
the guard was gone.
[pistols cock]
[shotgun cocks]
[dramatic music]
[grunts]
♪ ♪
It was just like I feared, man.
[soft brooding music]
He went back to the space
and everybody died.
Yeah, but the news said
that two people escaped,
a man and a woman.
No, my mom and Reggie
took bullets in the shootout,
and they died on the run.
Why did they think
your mother was still alive?
I can't talk anymore.
I gotta sleep.
[♪ The Bright Light Social Hour:
"Harder Out Here"]
♪ ♪
[man] ♪ It's getting
harder out here ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I keep trying
to just make my way ♪
♪ ♪
♪ It's not lying ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I'm only trying ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Just trust in me ♪
all:
♪ Trust in me ♪
♪ Just trust in me ♪
all:
♪ Trust in me ♪
♪ Just trust in me ♪♪
[cell phone rings]
[ringing]
Taylor.
You all right?
I'm sorry,
I know it's early, Grandma.
I didn't want
to wake you last night.
Oh, God. They-they found
the headlight, didn't they?
[Taylor] Not the light itself,
but there was a bag
of something in evidence
that looked like it could be
a headlight glass.
I knew it.
[Taylor] Look, it's not
a smoking gun.
Okay? But you need to
get those headlights replaced
sooner than later.
Yeah, I'll do it first thing.
Good.
And remember...
I know, I know.
Used parts.
Yeah. I'll call you later.
I love you, Grandma.
I love you too.
[sighs]
[creaking]
[muffled footsteps]
[Colin] Man...
...look at this proclamation.
Goddamn Easter Rebellion.
[soft scoff]
You know if it's real?
Who are you?
I'm a friend of Irish Moe's.
The fuck you are.
You're him?
I was expecting a fellow Mick.
What are you,
Pacific Islander?
What do you want?
I'm just gonna go in my pocket
and get my phone.
[Hopper] ...no "I'll miss you
most of all, Scarecrow."
Nothing that anybody
can look back on.
[Otto] Look, I know
how to play my part.
After you force me
to open up the safe,
you can't go straight
for the cash box.
You see, Moe,
one of those voices I know.
Guy's a pro,
very detail-oriented.
Triple-checks his weapons.
Records his clients
in case a deal goes south.
But he didn't check in
after this last gig,
which is not S.O.P.
So I have to assume the worst.
But I still need
to know what happened.
I need to talk to
that other voice.
Who is he?
No idea.
Give me a name.
I'll get out of your hair.
[baton clicks]
[grunts]
[both grunting]
[blows landing]
I'm looking for headlights
for a 1987 GMC High Sierra.
- Sorry.
- You sure?
You got a awful lot
of metal out here.
I know every item in this yard,
and I know your truck.
People hold on to them.
Only place you're gonna
find parts for it
is at, uh, Pep Boys.
[soft laugh] I see.
Thing is, I want used parts.
You know, keep it authentic.
Yeah, well,
if you don't need 'em fast,
I can put a order
into the national database,
and see if anything comes in.
Just need your name and number.
Uh, hmm.
You know, maybe I will
hit Pep Boys.
Thanks.
[ambient music]
So, uh, the shoes.
Shoes are pretty scuffed up.
Pattern there
suggests drag marks.
My...my guess would be
a physical altercation
with the killer.
[distant indistinct chatter]
Might be why
his shield is missing.
Dropped it in a fight.
Maybe he dropped it,
or maybe
the killer took it as...
as a trophy.
Head wound came from the right;
chest from the left.
Why?
I don't...
Uh.
Okay, okay, um.
The killer and Winslow
are in the woods together.
Maybe to make a deal.
Maybe the killer
took him out there for a hit.
Either way, you know,
they...
they argued, right?
They, um, they scuffled.
Winslow decides
to make a break for it,
gets in his car,
takes off.
Killer gets in his car,
gives chase,
bashes Winslow from behind,
sends him just
right into a tree.
So he sheers off right.
Killer gets out,
uh, approaches passenger side,
puts a quick bullet
in Winslow's temple
to down him,
circles around to get closer,
puts two more in his chest
to finish the job.
[sighs] Let's walk through it
at the car.
Shit.
[door opens]
[exhales]
- Julia.
- Oh, good.
I thought you had that thing
at Ellen's school today.
No, her recital is next week.
And it'd be nice if you and
Grandpa could make it this time.
- Who's that?
- Nobody.
Valerie Abeyta?
I already decided
not to bond her out.
The bail's half a million,
but she's too big a flight risk.
Good.
She ran on Eagle Bonding,
and word is she's got
a foot in Mexico at all times.
Julia, I trust you.
Since when?
Since you got us
out of that mess
I made with Dockery.
I never really thanked you.
Wow, um.
You're welcome, Audrey.
And it is really settled, right?
'Cause I heard you say something
about unringing a bell.
Yes, it's settled.
It's settled
because I settled it.
Just asking a simple question.
[door shuts]
[beep]
[line trilling]
Bobby.
Uh, Audrey Bernhardt.
Fine, fine.
You?
[clears throat]
Reason I'm calling is
I have a problem with my truck.
Hey, Pete, remember that thing
I didn't want to tell you about?
I need to tell you about it.
Call me back.
[Julia sighs]
Hey.
Take it Grandma's inside?
Whatever gives you that idea?
Hey, um, I'm gonna
hit the store on the corner.
- You want anything?
- Uh, no, I'm good.
Um, hey, do you
by any chance know if
um, Cousin Pete left town?
Why?
Okay, this is gonna
sound crazy, but
I thought I saw him
outside the farmhouse
at like 3:00 a.m. last night.
He shoved some dude in a car
and then drove off.
Okay, I thought
you stopped smoking pot.
It helps me sleep.
And there's your answer.
Maybe I'll ask Grandma about it.
Go ahead.
Have fun explaining why
you were seeing shit
out your window at 3:00 a.m.
[pensive jazzy music]
♪ ♪
[machine rumbling]
[machine clanks]
What was that?
That was the, uh,
ice machine outside.
[exhales]
Jesus.
This whole thing,
it's so weird, man.
'Cause it's like I'm...
I'm...I'm out.
You know?
But I'm not, like...
I'm not free.
Well, it's either this or
getting shivved in the rec yard.
Yeah.
Listen, why don't you
take a shower
and, uh, and...and put on
the clothes that I brought you?
Clear your mind
for a little bit.
I'm gonna go check
the perimeter, all right?
[Marjorie] Is he awake?
[muffled shower running]
Shower.
No one in the family
saw him, right?
I got him out just in time.
Okay, 'cause if any
one of them sees Pete...
I get burned.
I heard you the first 20 times.
This is good.
You're sure that he's lying
about his mother being dead?
I spent three years
in a cell with this guy.
I can read his tells
like a comic book.
Right, so now...
So now we get him
to tell us the truth.
[mischievous music]
[door opens, shuts]
[rumbling]
[clanks]
♪ ♪
[Pete] You were right, man.
I forgot how good it is
to take a shower
without two dudes fucking
in the stall next to you.
That's great. Hey, listen,
you know, I'm gonna go
meet with these guys to
try to reason with them.
I mean, you said it yourself,
your mother's dead.
It doesn't do them any good
to...to keep looking for her.
Might as well lay our cards
on the table, right?
No, can...can't you just
call them?
Well, if I call them,
then they...they're gonna think
that we're lying to protect her.
If they see my face,
then they'll know that, uh,
that I'm telling the truth.
- Right?
- I...I don't know, man.
I...I think that
that's too fucking dangerous.
Well, if I'm not back
in a few hours,
then, uh, we'll know for sure.
Shoot.
Oh, fuck.
That's them.
I gotta go.
Oh!
What's that about?
That's for saving my life, man.
Oh, you'd do the same for me.
Yeah, you bet.
Hey, listen, if...if
you get hungry while I'm gone,
there's a pizza place
across the street.
The delivery number
is in the window.
It's...it's, uh,
it's right next to the bar.
You can't miss it.
[soft mischievous music]
♪ ♪
Fuck.
- Hey, Julia. Who's your friend?
- Oh, hey, Pete. This is Frank.
He's looking to rent
an office in the neighborhood.
- Frank, my cousin Pete.
- Nice to meet you, Pete.
You want to rent
in the neighborhood?
Yeah, thinking about, you know,
a little storefront office.
Oh, what do you do for work?
Kind of a private investigator.
Oh, you're a P.I., really?
What kind of cases
do you handle?
It varies.
These days, I spend
a lot of time watching people.
Making sure they don't go
where they're not supposed to.
Like cheaters?
Yeah, you could say that.
Sure could've used you
ten months ago.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah, that's a different story.
- Mm-hmm.
- It's nice to meet you, Frank.
Nice to meet you, Pete.
Hey, Julia, can I talk to
you inside really quickly?
Uh, yeah, sure.
All right.
Uh, nice to meet you, Frank.
Bye.
Why, what's going on?
What is it?
[soft laugh]
Just stay away from that guy.
You met him
for like two seconds.
Trust me.
He's bad news.
Do you hear how paranoid you...
Hey.
Listen to me.
Stay away from him.
Okay.
I need some water.
- Hey.
- What?
Did you go by the farmhouse,
last night?
What?
No.
Carly thinks she saw you
pushing somebody
into the back of a car.
But it was 3:00 a.m,
and she smokes pot to sleep, so.
So, um, you...
you called me because
you needed help with something?
I do.
- Promise you won't yell at me.
- Already sounds good.
In order to keep Lance
out of an early grave
I agreed to...
launder some money for Dockery.
What?
[soft dramatic music]
So you thought because
I'm your shady cousin
I might have some ideas for you?
- Do you?
- I might.
But, uh... here's the thing.
I...
I need your help with
something that I need to do,
and then I'll help you
figure out how to
launder the money for Dockery.
Okay?
Well, it kind of depends on
what your thing is.
It's just I'm freelancing
for insurance fraud.
It's this guy,
he says his mother's dead.
Uh, he's trying
to get the payout.
The company thinks
he's full of shit.
So I'm trying to run something
to get him to spill
and I just...
Is it illegal?
No, of course not.
[Roby] So rear collider
wasn't a car.
It's higher.
Truck, SUV.
Some of it could have
been previous damage.
There'd be rust.
Well, it was grey,
whatever it was.
I'll have Crime Scene
get a sample of that.
Okay, so according to
your theory,
killer hits the car,
goes off right.
Killer gets out.
Goes to the nearest window.
[door opens]
Passenger side.
Fires the first shot.
- Huh.
- What?
Angle on the entry,
Winslow's temple was...
was low.
The shot would have had to
come from near the ground.
Bullet would have hit the door.
Unless Winslow's head was
cocked to the left after impact.
Be the shooter.
Sure.
It's after impact.
Car hits the tree,
comes to a stop.
Bang.
Shooter goes around
for the double tap.
[ominous suspense music]
♪ ♪
Bang. Bang.
You know, your theory pans out.
I'll, um...
I'll finish my report with it.
Great.
Wait a minute.
What?
[Taylor] What is it?
Does that look like
blood to you?
[coughs]
It's hard to tell.
No.
It definitely is.
All of Winslow's splatter's
on the driver's side.
This is nowhere near it.
I'll have Crime Scene
take a sample of that too.
♪ ♪
[Carly] I knew
I wasn't seeing things.
So, I mean, who...
who was he?
Well, he's just a buddy of mine.
He's been in recovery.
Like a...a drug addict?
Well, no, he's been
clean for a while now.
but, uh, he's been
having a rough time.
And last night,
he really felt the urge so
to his credit, he called me.
I didn't pick up the phone,
and then he came to the farm,
thinking that I was still there.
So what...what are you,
like his sponsor or something?
Uh, uh, well, we're friends.
You know, friends
look out for friends.
So where is he now?
He's at home.
We talked for a bit.
He's fine.
Sounds rough.
I bet he could get some
good stuff though, right?
What?
Totally joking.
[laughs]
Oh, like you want to
smoke some crack.
Yeah, no, yeah.
[both chuckling]
No, I'm...I'm sorry
about your friend.
Oh, it's funny.
No, it's fine, thank you.
Yeah, no, I'm sorry, really.
If it's okay, would you mind
just keeping this
between the two of us?
Done.
Thank you.
Yeah, thank you, um.
I mean, for...
for being the one
family member who's...
always straight with me.
You're welcome.
Okay.
Oh, my God.
- I am so sorry.
- No, no, don't worry about it.
I...I better get out of here
before I destroy your car.
It's a piece of shit.
It's all right.
It's already destroyed.
[indistinct P.A. chatter]
[engine turns over]
[man] Yeah, number 15,
your order's ready.
Two chili cheeseburgers...
I'm sorry, sweetheart.
- Oh, my God.
- What?
You look exactly like my sister.
What? Uh, okay.
Can I get a picture of
us together?
- Uh, that's not weird.
- Yeah, I know.
But it'd be like
looking in a mirror.
- Jesus...
- You know? She's gonna love it.
[photo snaps]
Thanks, sweetheart.
Uh, no prob.
So, um, is it working or not?
[Laney] Hold on.
It's still connecting.
[Laney] Hello...oh.
So you think
your cousin is lying?
Uh, that's what
I want to find out.
[static drones]
[pensive music]
[sighs]
♪ ♪
[funky music builds]
♪ ♪
[soft rock music]
♪ ♪
What's the best beer you got?
I like Twin Pines
Pineapple Porter,
Porkfat's Double IPA...
Just give me a Red Stripe.
♪ ♪
Glass?
[swallowing]
Guess not.
♪ ♪
Hit me again.
♪ ♪
Well, I don't care
what you think.
No, you're not going.
Well, you should have
thought about that before you...
No, missy, you are not going.
Because I'm your mother
and I said so.
[sighs loudly]
I'm sorry.
My daughter.
She's having a hard time
accepting what
"being grounded" means.
It's none of my business.
You have kids?
Oh.
[soft scoff]
None that I'm aware of.
[soft laugh]
Don't get me wrong,
I love my daughter.
There are just times, you know,
I want to strangle her.
[door closes shut]
I bet.
♪ ♪
And don't even get me started
on the 12 grand that
I spent fixing these
after she was done with them.
But you know the truth is,
they're even better now
than they were before, so.
That's money well spent.
- Right?
- Yeah.
[laughs]
Thank you.
[soft laugh]
Mister...
♪ ♪
Pete.
Hmm. Well.
[softly]
Thank you, Mr. Pete.
♪ ♪
Hey, um,
would you like another drink?
♪ ♪
I'd love one.
[exhales]
Hey, uh, can we get
the lady another drink, please?
[bartender] Yeah, sure thing.
♪ ♪
Hi.
[Pete] How old's your daughter?
[Marjorie] Oh, she's 14.
[Pete] No way.
[Marjorie] Way.
[Pete] No, you're not old enough
to have a teenager.
[Marjorie] Ha! Listen to you,
Mister Charming.
No, I was pretty young
when I had her.
You know, that's probably why
she gets into this much trouble.
She's like her mom.
[soft pensive music]
[monitor beeping steadily]
♪ ♪
Welcome back, sunshine.
[music slowly builds]
Come on.
We're both better than that.
Sorry about your jaw.
I didn't mean to do that.
But, hey, it happens, right?
Least your hand's okay.
Write down the name.
No need to get ugly this time.
[soft chuckle]
Ugly it is.
[monitor beeping rapidly]
[strained breathing]
[gasps]
Let's try this again.
[nurse] Hello?
I...I thought he was gonna puke.
Yeah, I need to change
your friend's bandages.
It's not gonna be pretty.
You might want
to leave the room.
Oh, that's okay.
I'll stay.
Like I said, you might
want to leave the room.
Fair enough.
[plastic clicks]
[muffled struggling]
[birds chirping]
[clears throat]
[cell phone rings]
Oh.
[beep]
Bobby.
Please tell me
you got good news.
[Bobby] I do.
Can you meet me
at the garage at 6:00?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'll be there at 5:45.
[beep]
[indistinct PA announcements]
Moe Solomon's room, please?
It's 205.
It's right there.
Thanks.
[Pete laughing]
You know how mothers are.
Yeah.
My mom...
[soft chuckle]
Yeah?
Was she strict?
No, no.
No, she didn't have to be.
No, she was born with the caul.
[Pete]
So she knew what I was gonna do
before even I did.
I remember my mom,
it was the same thing.
I would just be thinking about
sneaking out,
and there she'd be.
Marjorie, he said,
"Born with the caul."
Ask him if she was a psychic.
You know, sometimes,
I would even think
that my mom was psychic.
- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
Was she?
Well, no.
[soft laugh]
What?
Wait, what?
Was your mom psychic?
- Look I know a lot of people...
- No.
...think that it's bullshit,
but yeah.
No, she was.
It was spooky how much she knew.
I...I didn't get away with
none of the stuff
my friends did,
none of it, none of it.
[Marjorie] Was kind of
a buzzkill for your childhood.
[Pete] No, no, no, no,
my childhood was great, yeah.
Grandparents, cousins
lived out on this farmhouse
out in the countryside.
But, um...
[sniffs]
What?
[lounge music playing softly]
My...my...my dad was killed
when I was little.
[tsks]
So my mom, she was always
looking for another guy,
you know?
Trying to find me a...
a role model.
Mm.
[laughs]
So these guys, oh, my God...
they weren't exactly
solid citizens.
[Marjorie gasps] Right.
[Pete laughing]
[Pete] So we, you know,
we traveled around a lot.
Yeah? Where did you travel?
[blows raspberry]
No, dude, there was
this one guy, Reggie...
he was into some heavy shit.
[sniffs]
We bounced all over
the country like rabbits.
[bottle cap clanks]
[Marius] Close it, Marjorie.
Really love my mom.
That's sweet.
Where is she now?
[soft scoff]
She's dead.
Yeah?
You just said you love your mom,
not that you loved her.
No, she's...she's dead.
Eh, you don't seem too sure.
- I'm pretty sure I'm sure.
- Yeah?
- You sure?
- Yeah?
Come on, Pete.
- Yeah?
- Just tell me the truth.
♪ ♪
Just tell me the truth.
♪ ♪
I gotta meet a friend.
Who, Marius?
What the fuck is going on?
It's real simple, Pete.
Your mom is alive.
And you're gonna tell me
where she is.
I ain't telling you shit, lady.
Oh, sure you are.
Because we got your friend,
Marius.
Unless you talk,
he's a dead man.
[engine cuts out]
[indistinct chatter]
[phone buzzes, chimes]
Hey.
Prelim lap report came back
on the blood smudge
that we found on the dashboard.
- Hm?
- AB Negative.
- Okay, what was Winslow?
- O Positive.
Looks like someone was in the
car with him when it crashed.
I want to check out the crime
scene first thing tomorrow.
I'll bring coffee.
[softly]
All right.
Grandma, call me
as soon as you can.
I need to know your blood type.
[Bobby] Okay, there they are,
on the red one in the driveway.
But they're still on the truck.
Right.
[gear shifts]
Won't steal headlights
off someone else's truck.
I asked you for replacements.
These are all
I could track down.
I told you, used parts for the
Sierra are hard to find.
Then you go take 'em off.
Look, I can loan you
the tools, but I'm not
getting out of the truck.
[sighs]
As I recall,
we bailed you out
on 3/4 collateral
so you wouldn't miss
your daughter's birthday party.
I know, I...
Audrey, I did my time.
Would you really ask me to risk
everything I've built since then
for some headlights?
I'm sorry, Bobby.
Just drive.
[gear shifts]
[engine turns over]
Oh, Jesus, Marius...
[blubbering] I'm sorry, Pete.
I didn't...
I tried to tell them
that Maggie was dead...
Shut the fuck up!
[Marius] Oh! Oh, my balls!
- Oh, fuck.
[soft dramatic music]
What's our safe word?
Ow.
[soft laugh]
♪ ♪
So, how do I launder $150,000?
Right, uh, laundering money.
You...you basically take
something worthless
and you, uh, give it value.
Such as?
Well, say you...
you to a thrift store,
you buy a bunch of cheap
clothes, and then you sell them
uh, for a lot more,
or you say you did,
then you're basically
giving the money... a story.
You're...then...then it's clean.
I like that.
But that'd take
a lot of clothing.
Well, no, not clothing,
you take
Audrey's worthless properties...
Hey, hold on.
Audrey?
Okay, that's really tight.
Well, you want it to look real.
So what do I do with
the properties?
You, uh, you sell them
to Dockery.
Who does he sell them to?
Lance.
Lance?
[shouting]
Where is she?
I already told you, she's dead!
[blubbering]
No, they know!
And they have information!
They know you're lying!
Please, I don't want to die!
I don't want to die!
Five seconds,
and his brains are
all over this truck.
- Five...
- She's in Sedona!
I swear to God,
that's all I know.
The last time I talked to her,
she said she was in Sedona.
And she made me promise
that if anyone asked
to say she was dead.
Another promise I couldn't keep!
Oh, fuck!
Give me your fucking car keys!
- Hell yeah, Marius!
- You son of a bitch!
Sit down!
Sit down in the fucking chair!
Yeah!
Get going!
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
All right, you gotta lay low.
I'm gonna go get some supplies
and figure out an exit strategy.
I'm so fucking sorry
for all of this.
No, just...just stay in
your room this time, all right?
Here, take that.
In case you need to reach me,
I'm the first up
on the speed dial.
Okay.
Go, go.
[motel door opens, shuts]
[engine rumbling]
Did you see which room
he went into?
No.
Who is he?
I'm not 100%.
But I think I've seen
his face before.
Where?
At the police station.
On my brother's computer.
Hey, Sam.
It's Otto.
Moe's in the hospital.
I tried to get in to see him,
but they said he's
out for the night.
Look, uh...
call me as soon as you can.
I... I got a bad feeling.
[music broods]
Hello there.
Hi.
Do I know you?
Oh...
look, son,
take it easy.
[stammers]
If you want this shitty car
that bad, you can have it.
No, this isn't
the car I'm looking for.
You hired a house painter, yes?
You only said a few words
to that nurse back there,
but you have
a very distinct voice.
[phone beeps]
[Otto] Look, I know
how to play my part.
After you force me
to open up the safe,
you can't go straight
for the cash box.
You gotta grab some of
the other shit too.
Is that you?
It is.
[tense music]
Is he dead?
Uh-huh.
Where's his car?
Look...look, I don't...
Where is my father's
fucking car?
♪ ♪
[tires screech]
Are you out of
your fucking mind?
[rain pattering]
Sam?
What the hell?
You can't go in there.
[thunder rumbles]
Sean hired me to follow her.
If you go in there,
I'm gonna have to tell Sean.
Because like it or not,
he's my boss.
[Julia] Hey, Houdini.
How'd it go?
Well, I just got the feeling
back in my fingers.
Find out if the guy's
mom is still alive?
[Marius] Well, he...he doesn't
know where she is, so
we can't prove anything.
But...but thank you.
Uh, I'm sure that was weird.
Really? Tying up your cousin,
what's weird about that?
[soft laugh]
Yeah, did you...did you
talk to Lance?
I tried.
- He's gone.
[Marius] What?
Yeah, his office is empty,
his house.
- Where is he?
[Julia] I don't know.
But I'm a skip tracer.
I'll find him.
Hey, did you ever, uh...
did you ever try to find my mom?
[Julia] Huh?
I know the...the whole
estrangement thing,
but did you ever...
did you ever try to find her?
Okay, what I'm about to say,
you have to promise
never to tell Audrey.
Yeah, okay.
[Julia] You do,
I'll tie you up again
and there will be no safe word.
I cross my heart.
After Grandpa's stroke,
I thought...
your mom should know
about it.
So I asked Sam to find her.
[Julia] He was able to
track her down to Sedona.
But by the time
I called the number,
the phone was disconnected.
He was able to put her
on a plane to Buffalo,
but then that was it.
Buffalo?
[ominous music]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
No, I just want
the whole package,
DHS, TSA, the whole thing.
How soon can it be?
Yeah, that's great.
Look, I'm depending on you.
You're my rip cord.
All right.
Bye.
[Marjorie] Marius?
- I thought we failed.
But we know Pete's mom
isn't in Sedona,
but I just spoke to Julia.
Pete told you in the bar
his mom's psychic, right?
Sedona, Cassadaga, New Orleans,
those are all
spiritualist centers.
Marius, I have something
to tell you.
So Julia said that Sam
tracked her to Buffalo.
What spiritualist center
is the hot spot for Buffalo?
You need to listen to me.
Rosedale.
I...I'm...there's no guarantees,
but that's all I got
for right now and
a leopard doesn't...
Marius, can you just
shut the fuck up?
I know who the money belongs to.
Who?
The owner of
the storage facility.
"Luka Delchev"?
- You don't know who that is?
- Should I?
- You remember Billy Primo?
- Uh, yeah, of course.
He tried to get me into
something, but I couldn't do it.
Yeah? Well, Billy
disappeared five years ago,
right after Luka found out that
Billy pulled the
Jamaican Switch on his niece,
got ten grand out of her.
Billy tried to run, but...
you don't run from Luka Delchev.
And when they
found Billy's body,
he had no teeth, no gums,
no mouth.
What...what does that
even mean, "no mouth"?
It means that Luka
made Billy drink acid
over $10,000.
What do you think he's
gonna do to us over 11 million?
Marjorie,
we're gonna do this right.
There is no way
I'm going anywhere near
Luka Delchev.
Neither should Adam or Nicole.
Marjorie, look,
listen...
I'm out.
You should be too.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
Pizza.
[indistinct TV chatter]
Sorry.
Uh, wrong room.
♪ ♪
[rumbling]
[clank]