Sneaky Pete (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 5 - The Tower - full transcript

[solemn music]
♪ ♪
[grumbling]
♪ ♪
[snores]
♪ ♪
[gun clicks]
[whispering]
It's time you move.
♪ ♪
[Frank] Knew this Ukrainian
shylock named Bohan.
Loaned 10 grand to this
White Nationalist fuck.
Then he comes to collect.
The punk can't pay.
So Bohan gives him
two more days.
Well, if he doesn't pay,
that's it.
He gets hurt.
So, one day to go,
Bohan's 15-year-old daughter
goes missing.
Beautiful girl.
Light of his life.
So Bohan's freaking out.
Then he gets a call
from white boy.
If Bohan forgives the debt,
then he gets his girl back.
Now, the guy didn't
wanna hurt her.
I mean, he's just
fucking desperate.
- And stupid.
- [laughs]
So, anyway, that's when Joe and
I get the call to find the girl.
Bohan tells us,
"Talk to the girl's godfather,
Luke Delchev."
So, uh... [laughs] We call over
to this fucking mechanic shop,
and there's this guy
milking car batteries.
Then he'd drill a hole
in the bottom of the battery,
and let the acid drain
into one of these
five-gallon water jugs.
You see, most plastics
and polymers
are pretty unreactive
towards acid...
[chuckles] But every time
he drills the hole,
the acid ruins the drill bit,
so they gotta change it out
every time.
So, in the corner, there's this
pile of spent battery husks,
and his melted drill bits.
And I'm like, "Luka,
what the fuck is going on here?"
And he tells us that
sulfuric acid is great,
because it melts
the skin and the muscle,
but leaves the bone intact.
[chuckles] You see,
the acid was for the kidnapper,
once Luka found him.
Then he wanted
to start at the feet
and work his way up.
Now, he wanted that white boy
to watch his own body
melt underneath him.
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
Did you find him?
[chuckles]
That we did, yeah.
Girl was fine, by the way,
but yeah, we found him,
took him to Luka.
Now we're taking you.
♪ ♪
I lied.
I know where my mother is.
♪ ♪
- Really?
- We were supposed to meet
at the Bridgeport Hotel.
She's probably already there.
[laughs]
You know, Pete,
I really thought my story
might spook ya,
but here you are...
♪ ♪
With jokes.
No joke.
It's the truth.
Mm-hmmm.
♪ ♪
Thanks, Evan.
I really appreciate it.
[Maggie] Come on in.
- Evan just called.
- Oh...
He followed those guys
out to the highway.
They're gone.
You're good to go.
Oh... my God,
thank you so much.
What was that all about,
you having a brother
that got his toe chopped off?
Oh, I was just playing along
to keep her from
pulling the trigger.
Our friend still there?
Yeah, question is why.
- Sounds like you got a theory.
- Well, if he's checking to see
if we're heading out of town,
maybe she's still there,
or close.
I'm telling you, she's on
her way to Bridgeport.
[chuckles]
Yeah, sure she is.
Let me out. He just pulled off,
thinking we've gone far enough.
I'll boost the car, head back,
see if Maggie's still there.
This thing's getting
too fucking complicated,
- just like I knew it would.
- Up here.
[solemn music]
♪ ♪
- [gasps]
- Go on, take the Maverick.
You already gave me cash.
Car belonged to my ex-husband,
just like the cash.
♪ ♪
[car keys jangling]
♪ ♪
Where the fuck is this guy?
His truck's here,
but he's not.
[sighs]
Where'd you serve?
[chuckles]
You know,
you can't hide military.
Third Ranger Battalion, Iraq.
[mumbles] Oh...
I served in 'Nam,
A Shau Valley.
Shouldn't you be
doing something else
other than looking
for this jacket?
You obviously have skills.
I don't wanna do anything else,
and if we're done bonding,
I'd like to get
something to eat.
We'll come back after that.
Yeah, sure.
[inhales sharply, blows]
[blowing]
[sniffs]
[cookie thuds, skipping]
[door opens, creaks]
Otto?
Please, for the love of God,
Grandma,
tell me that wasn't you
at Brett Woods.
You hadn't called me back.
I thought I'd just go out...
[sighs] Because of
your little nature walk,
you're a suspect.
- What?
- The farmer,
- the one you had the chat with.
- Yeah.
Turns out he's got
a great memory.
Painted a nice
little picture of you.
Maybe I can put it on the wall
of my cell.
Okay, so I went for
a walk in the woods,
a hike, like you said.
I mean, what's the harm?
The harm...
is that the detective found
Winslow's badge out there.
- Everything's gonna be fine.
- Is it?
- Yeah.
- Is it, Grandma?
'Cause there are fucking
chocolate chip cookies
all over the floor.
This has nothing to do
with the truck.
Grandma... Grandma...
do you understand
how bad this is?
Hm?
There is now a witness that can
place you at the scene of the...
- I took care of it!
- How?
I crashed the truck
into another car,
all right, same color
as the detective's.
The paint matches.
This way, you have
- an explanation for the damage.
- [groaning]
I even filed a police report.
If anyone asks,
there's a record.
You were out of
your goddamn mind.
Don't talk to me like that!
What happened to the truck?
[gasps softly]
Grandma crashed it.
She... what...
Yeah, I stepped on the gas
instead of the brake. [laughs]
What the fuck is happening?
Why the fuck
is that weasel here?
- Fuck you, man-child.
- Hey, hey, hey!
- Hoo-hoo! [laughing]
- Children, stop it!
Lance f... Lance found a buyer
for that, uh...
the crappy land
that he sold to Audrey,
so all she has to do
is sign a quitclaim deed.
That's why we're here.
- It's almost midnight.
- There's a clock on it.
Guy wants to flip it
to some corporate client
by 9:00 tomorrow morning.
You get $10,000.
Where do I sign?
They say you can tell the future
with tarot cards.
Tell me, Delores...
♪ ♪
Where am I heading?
♪ ♪
[The Bright Light Social Hour's
"Harder Out Here" playing]
♪ ♪
[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 ♪
[rock music playing]
♪ ♪
Hey, do you remember when I said
that we could split
the $11 million three ways?
Well, if you take me
to Bridgeport right now,
you can have it all,
every cent.
And leave my partner
high and dry?
You could do whatever you want.
Pete, Frank and I,
we bury more bodies than
syphilis in the Middle Ages.
We got our differences,
but he's my partner.
I'm not a fucking sellout.
♪ ♪
[gags, coughing]
What the fuck's wrong with you?
Nerves. I think
I'm gonna be sick.
- Not in the car.
- [gags, coughs]
- All right, I'll pull over.
- Pull over.
All right...
yeah, I'm pulling over.
- All right!
- Open the door, man!
- All right!
- Hurry! Hurry!
Okay.
Okay, okay, okay.
- Open the fuckin' door!
- Out, out, out, out.
- [hurls]
- Oh, gross, man.
- [coughs]
- Okay...
Hey, hey, hey,
uh, leave your ph...
- [coughs]
- Ah! Leave your fucking phone.
[groaning]
[gags, groans]
Okay, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[spits] Oh, God.
Fucking disgusting.
[mutters] Okay...
[exhales]
[engines hissing]
[slow, heavy breathing]
[solemn music]
[phone ringing]
♪ ♪
Unless you're calling
to buy a very expensive book,
- I'm hanging up.
- They're taking me to Luka.
[Marjorie]
Good-bye, Marius.
He's gonna melt me.
Is that what you...
♪ ♪
I can call Adam and Nicole.
No, not yet. I need you.
I need you.
I'm not leaving the bookstore.
[Marius] All right, look,
I almost had Maggie,
but she got away.
I wanna use Pete as bait.
Problem in this is that Pete
is on his way to Sedona,
looking for Maggie.
You want me to call Pete
and get him back?
[Marius]
Yeah, that's all I need.
And then, I need you to make one
other phone call, all right?
♪ ♪
Yeah, I'm with
one of them right now.
I'm in some bathroom
in a gas station.
You motherfucker!
- Okay, uh, this is my mother.
- Give me that... give me...
She's at... she's at
the motel in Bridgeport.
[Marjorie]
You have to get to the motel
- as soon as you can, Pete.
- See?
She's there right now.
She's there.
[Marjorie]
Pete? Are you there?
Okay.
[slow country music playing]
[axe strikes wall]
♪ ♪
Don't flick your wrists.
- They were locked.
- You flicked.
You did it when you were ten.
You're doing it now.
♪ ♪
Hi.
What the fuck's
dead man doing here?
- Just wait in the car.
- Stay...
I'm here about your money.
What about it?
That, um...
thing that you, uh, had me do,
the... to help you...
You mean the money laundering.
Yeah, it's done.
I had to move the money
through real estate.
That's why Lance is here.
I'm too tired to explain,
but basically,
you sign some paperwork,
pay a real estate tax,
and the money is yours
free and clear.
Let's go to my office.
I'm asking
because Otto's my friend,
and you've done
business with him.
No, I can't promise you
there won't be violence.
As... as a matter of fact,
uh... [stammers]
Violence might be necessary.
You should know that.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Right... no, just
give me the address.
Give me the address.
I'll remember it.
Okay, good.
Okay.
You wait outside.
Door open?
[exhales]
You do good work.
Thanks.
It's my first felony, so...
beginner's luck.
No, it's good,
because I need you
to do it again.
[laughs]
No fucking way.
No, we're finished.
In fact, if you need
someone bailed,
- you need to go to ANB.
- Just one more time.
No, I'm leaving.
I'm not asking.
[solemn music]
♪ ♪
[bags rustling]
[gasps softly]
[sighs]
- How much is it?
- Count it and tell me,
see if our numbers match.
♪ ♪
I'll load them for ya.
[car keys jangle]
♪ ♪
Your fucking mother
better be here.
[laughs heartily] I knew
you were a shit-bird.
Mr. Bagwell, I was...
I was just on my way...
- Back to jail.
- Uh...
I'm sorry, who the fuck are you?
Name's James Bagwell.
I'm this shit-bird's
parole officer.
And who might you be?
I'm someone who doesn't have to
give you his fucking name.
I suggest you keep it moving.
Ah, yeah, you said that wrong.
What you meant to say was,
"I think I'm done here,
Mr. Bagwell,"
and you were about to move
your ass the fuck on.
Here, let me just...
let me... can I just explain?
Let me just tell you about...
What, explain how being
in Connecticut
violates the terms
of your parole?
No, I just wanna tell you
why I'm here.
- Yeah.
- Can I just tell you what...
What? No, you don't
have to handcuff me.
Yeah, yeah. We... we could
tase you for shits and giggles.
- No. [chuckles]
- [chuckles] Yeah.
♪ ♪
[gun clicks]
Hey, hey, hey...
He's got kids.
And I got two fucks to give.
Let me do it.
It's my fucking mess.
- Let me clean it.
- Okay, old man,
but you come back empty-handed,
I'm kicking in doors.
♪ ♪
Can I help you?
Yeah, I came here for the jacket
you find in the Caddy.
♪ ♪
What jacket?
Come on.
You just got back from
the grocery store, right?
You bought some of that
crappy store brand coffee,
eggs, oranges, uh...
maybe some cereal,
the one with the chocolate
Dracula on the front.
Who the fuck are you?
Or that's for the girls,
maybe.
Jackie, Nikki.
♪ ♪
Come on, just give it to me.
Uh, just give it to me.
It's not yours.
I don't wanna argue.
I don't wanna negotiate.
It's just a damn jacket.
Yeah, so why let your girls lose
their only parent over it?
♪ ♪
Mr. Bagwell,
I'm here on a family emergency.
You have to believe me.
Uh, allow me to translate that,
now that I am fluent
in Josipovic.
What you just said is,
"I'm in a jam
with my hoodlum friend,
so I had some British lady
call my parole officer
so Mr. Bagwell
can come down to save me."
- Am I correct?
- No, I'm here to see...
I'm here to see
my stepdaughter.
Would this be
the same stepdaughter
you called me about last week
when you first rescheduled
our appointment?
The same stepdaughter
who you said found
a wounded cat
in the middle of the street?
The same cat you had to take
to have a life-saving surgery?
'Cause, you know,
that sounded like bullshit too.
- It's all true.
- You know, I don't think
there really is a cat,
Josipovic,
and I'm starting to think
there's not even a stepdaughter.
Okay, now that's offensive.
Un-cuff him.
Now, there's one thing that
I hate more than a shit-bird,
- is a deadbeat dad.
- Yeah, me too.
Yeah. You too? Good, good.
So I want you to take me
to meet your stepdaughter...
And the cat.
Let... let me...
I gotta call my ex-girlfriend
- to let her know we're coming.
- Ah...
Uh, if I show up unannounced,
she... well, you'll be
burying a body.
[chuckles]
- Make it quick.
- Thank you.
I actually can't wait
for you to meet her.
Here.
What is that?
[chuckles]
It's a secret list
of Colonel Sanders'
eleven herbs and spices.
The fuck you care?
♪ ♪
[cash shuffling]
♪ ♪
[upbeat dynamic music]
[sighs]
Shit...
[Frank] What happened?
- I lost Pete.
- Fuck you mean you lost Pete?
- At the Bridgeport Motel.
His fucking
parole officer showed up.
Bridgeport? What, you fell
for his fucking story?
Yeah, I heard a woman's voice
on his phone.
I had to check it out, you know.
He might've not been
fucking lying.
Joe, we don't got Pete.
We don't got Maggie.
Luka's not the most rational
fucking human being.
Yeah, I know.
What do you got?
Maggie left Rosedale
in a green Ford Maverick,
with only a quarter tank of gas,
so I've been checking
every gas station along the way.
Nothing yet.
Hey, real quick,
when I asked
where Maggie was headed,
Delores said Maggie
was going to find her son.
Now... [chuckles] Why the fuck
would Maggie say that
when she left her son
behind with us?
Who the fuck knows?
But I don't like it.
How'd you like to be
more than my liaison,
do some real police work?
The results came back
from the paint chips
on Winslow's vehicle.
That paint color was
manufactured specifically
for the GMC High Sierra
Double Cab
between '85 and '87.
Run down every registered owner
within a 100 mile radius
of the crash site.
Driver could've been
from out of town.
Maybe, but we always
start local, then widen.
♪ ♪
[rain pattering]
♪ ♪
[car chirps]
You here to play the hero, huh?
Be the good guy?
I told you, my parole officer
wants to meet Ellen.
I can't believe you're smoking
in front of him.
Name is James Bagwell.
Hi, Julia Bowman.
Good to meet you.
- There she is. Hi.
- Hi... [indistinct]
Uh, by the way, the cat died.
- What?
- Yeah.
The surgery didn't take.
The... the stent
was rejected or something.
I don't know.
Anyway, well, it cost
2 grand to fix,
but of course,
I don't have $2,000,
so now Ellen blames me
for the cat's death.
Ms. Bowman,
I think we're getting off
on the wrong foot here.
Yeah, wrong feet's
all we got around here.
I didn't know about
the cat, all right?
Okay, hold up, you two.
Listen, has he been paying
child support?
Uh, when he works,
but I do everything by myself.
- Yeah, that's not what I hear.
- All right...
- Oh, yeah? What do you hear?
- Hey, guys... Look... Look...
- I heard you had visitors...
- Let's just... let... let...
Visitors that spend the night.
Let's take a few deep
breaths here, okay?
- Let's take a few deep breaths.
- One visitor!
I think it's time to meet
your daughter, okay...
- She's right there.
- Just one.
- Your cousin Steve.
- Oh! Steve!
- He wrecks it, nightly.
- Whoa, whoa.
- Oh! Whoa!
- Boom! Drink that up!
- Drink that up!
- Enough!
Would you please step back?
[sighs]
All right, listen,
this was a mistake, okay?
I have other appointments.
We need to go back to
New York, now. Let's go...
No, no, he's staying.
- He's burying that cat.
- Excuse me?
I mean, Ellen,
look at her.
She's heartbroken.
♪ ♪
- Or Steve can do it.
- He's working tonight.
♪ ♪
You need to be in New York
when this is done, okay?
- Yeah.
- You report to me personally.
- You got it?
- Yeah, okay.
And if you want,
I can arrange for a pass,
so you can see your daughter
on designated weekends,
but that means no hanging out
with the shit-bird friends
of yours, you got me?
- Yes.
- Is it clear?
- Uh, yes.
- Am I clear?
- Yes, sir.
- Look at me.
Yes, sir.
♪ ♪
Nice to meet you, Ms. Bowman.
You keep your nose clean,
Josipovic.
All right, thank you.
♪ ♪
He wrecks it?
♪ ♪
- Josipovic?
- No, that was a joke.
- It's hard to explain.
- Really? Now I'm curious.
- Explain.
- No, you had to be there.
Hey, do you think
Taylor could...
could track a cellphone?
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Motherfucker.
♪ ♪
[tires screech]
♪ ♪
[tires screech]
[engine revving]
♪ ♪
[horn blares]
♪ ♪
[tires screech]
♪ ♪
- Where's Maggie?
- Who's Maggie?
Are you kidding me?
She was driving this car.
Fifties, blonde.
The lady said
her name was Linda.
Linda?
Yeah, man,
Linda from Rosedale.
Fuck.
Come on, old man.
Stop being so fucking dramatic
and pull the gun.
That's why we're here, isn't it?
You understand
this isn't personal, right?
I figured Dad had a job to do.
He can't do it, so I will...
You know, if you shot your gun
the way you shoot your mouth,
I'd be dead already.
[chuckles]
Any famous last words?
I was gonna ask
the same question.
Put the gun on the ground,
or I put you in the ground.
[tense music]
Down. Down.
♪ ♪
You all right, Otto?
Yeah, of course I'm all right.
I had it under control.
Yeah, it looked that way.
No, no, no, Sammy, Sammy!
No, no, no, don't do it.
Bodies, they're a hassle.
You know that.
[inhales slowly, exhales]
Give me the keys.
[solemn music]
♪ ♪
[car chirps]
♪ ♪
Let's go.
♪ ♪
Yeah, I see you two old fucks
again, I start shooting.
Come on, come on,
come on, come on.
Come on.
How'd you find me?
♪ ♪
- Huh?
- Called the Rabbi,
got some info,
skip-traced your ass.
[chuckles]
♪ ♪
Oh, you got it. Great.
Yeah, I was just about to, uh...
I was about to print it out.
Funny, uh, my grandmother
actually has one of the trucks.
I didn't... I didn't
say anything before,
'cause I thought she had
an older model,
but... guess I was wrong.
Your grandmother.
Yeah. Yeah.
You wanna go see it?
Get a closer look at the kinda
truck we're looking for?
I'm sure she wouldn't mind.
I'll get the car.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
[inhales slowly, exhales]
♪ ♪
Hey, Grandma.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Hi, Taylor.
[chuckles]
I saw you pull up.
- Mmm...
- [clears throat]
This is Detective Joyce Roby.
She's the fancy New York law
I told you about.
- Oh...
- [chuckles]
- Good to meet you, Detective.
- Oh, please, call me Joyce.
What a beautiful place you have.
This really a working farm?
Ever since the Civil War.
Wow. Your family has
some deep roots.
The farm has deep roots.
Our family came into
the land around 1978.
- Bail forfeiture.
- [chuckles]
Mm...
I understand
you wanna see my truck.
I'm working a case
involving a 1987 GMC
High Sierra Double Cab.
Taylor must've called ahead
to say I was coming.
[laughs] He texted.
Grandma prefers Snapchat,
but I'm stuck in the past.
[chuckles]
Let's take a look.
This way.
How are you liking
our neck of the woods?
It's quiet.
Must be a nice change of pace.
What happened to your forehead?
It's nothing.
Had a fender bender
with the truck.
You did what?
It's nothing. That's why
I didn't say anything.
I didn't want anyone to know.
- What did you hit?
- Parked car.
Pushed the gas
instead of the brake.
Not the first time.
When did this accident happen?
Yesterday.
Taylor, could you go to the car
and get the list of
High Sierra owners, please?
Sure.
- Mrs. Bernhardt...
- Audrey.
Audrey...
you ever been up to Brett Woods?
[chuckles] Oh, Lord,
not since I was a teen.
Used to be the big
make-out spot.
Now it's big with the senior
citizens' bird watching center.
I was up there recently,
looking into a crash site
connected with my case.
The cars involved,
one was a small silver sedan,
the other, probably a GMC truck
like this one.
♪ ♪
Now, the reason I ask is because
the farmer who owns the land
mentioned seeing a woman
matching your description
up there.
Must've been a bird watcher.
Us seniors all look alike.
♪ ♪
You said Taylor texted you.
When was the last time
you two spoke?
Sunday night.
Family gets together
for dinner every week.
Got the list.
♪ ♪
I'll look at it in the car.
- Thanks for your time, Audrey.
- Oh, my pleasure.
Oh, would you like
my phone number? Email?
No.
Anything comes up,
I'll track you down.
♪ ♪
- She's a lovely woman.
- [chuckles]
♪ ♪
How often do you get to see her?
Sunday nights.
Mandatory family dinner.
Why?
If she's hitting the gas
instead of the brakes,
you might wanna visit her
more often.
♪ ♪
[monitor beeping]
Jesus...
Looks like crap.
Wake him up, will ya?
Moe...
- Uh, hey, Moe...
- Moe...
Poke him, poke him.
- [gasps]
- Oh!
[chuckles]
All right, all right.
[chuckles]
- Hey, Moe...
- [chuckles] Hey, Moe.
Water.
Here you go.
Here. You got it... got it?
Yeah.
[slurping]
You're looking better, slowly.
[rough exhale]
You're still looking better.
We just came to tell you
we took care of the car.
We met the punk that did this,
and he got what he wanted.
Heard he took my Proclamation.
The Easter Proclamation
that I gave you?
That little fuck.
Hey, I... I just need to talk
to my cousin or whatever.
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
[whispers] Hey.
- Sit.
- Thanks.
Fucking shitting me?
- I just need a favor from you.
- Of course you do.
- Okay...
- What?
I... I need to
track a cellphone.
I... a girl slept over
last night...
- [laughs]
- She took money off me.
- Can you believe that?
- I don't give a fuck
- about your girlfriend.
- Excuse me...
do you recognize this man?
His name's Marius Josipovic.
[solemn music]
♪ ♪
No... I... no...
I've never seen him.
All right, well, keep that.
Apparently Winslow
was tracking him.
You see him, you let me know.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I wanna talk to him.
♪ ♪
This the guy you had
in your fucking motel?
- Huh?
- Yeah, he's... he took off.
He's... he's in Ottawa.
He's not coming back.
You always got an answer.
- Listen...
- Just go. Just fucking go.
Hey, we need to talk.
♪ ♪
That kid you beat
the crap out of, Avon,
- we got movement on the case.
- What kinda movement?
The kind that
keeps me up at night.
D.A. wants to sit down
with you next week.
You need to nail
your story down. Come on.
[Taylor] Fuck.
♪ ♪
That's an awful strange color
for whiskey.
It's coming, you damn drunk.
You remember... you remember
that, uh, tiger piss
we used to drink
at Firebase Ripcord?
- Ba mui ba!
- [chuckles]
Yeah, it tasted better
coming up than going down.
Yeah...
That Proclamation
started the Irish War
of Independence
against the British.
That piece of paper
was over 100 years old.
Otto, as your pal,
as my pal,
I'm asking you,
don't... don't go after him.
He... let sleeping assholes lie.
- Yeah.
- Can I join?
Unless you're talking
about the war again.
I hate being predictable.
- Hey, she can't be here.
- What?
Unless she orders food.
What has this girl ever done
to deserve that?
She orders, or she goes.
Just bring her some sliders.
We'll use them as coasters.
So... what's going on?
I had a long talk with Taylor
about our parents,
you know, their, um...
their death,
and I realized that
that was the first time
that anyone has ever
talked to me about them.
Like, okay, here you guys are,
you know,
telling each other stories,
sharing memories, you know.
I mean, no one has ever
done that with me,
not about Mom and Dad.
And, I... I mean,
everyone remembers them.
Like, even Sam got to
work with them, you know.
I... like, I have nothing.
[frustrated grunt]
Well...
your mom and dad
met at the bond shop.
- Really?
- Yep. Uh...
That's wrong.
When Danny walked in,
your mother was just
running out the back.
No, no, no, no, yeah,
but it started in the shop.
Technically,
they met outside the shop.
Anyway, it involved
a two-block chase,
which ended when your mother
bonked your father with her gun.
- What?
- [laughs] Yeah.
[♪ Animal Island: "Tonight"
playing over radio]
[all] ♪ Ooh ooh ♪
[man]
♪ Let's get lost ♪
♪ In the night ♪
♪ We're taking off ♪
♪ Feel all right... ♪
Ooh...
You shoot a good stick.
I'm all right.
♪ ♪
You probably don't remember me,
but, um...
I was there that night
at... at Bruno's.
- Fight with the cop.
- Yeah?
♪ ♪
Yeah.
That, uh...
that cop's my cousin.
♪ ♪
The fuck you want?
♪ ♪
I just came by to see if, uh...
if maybe you'd be willing
to drop the charges.
- [laughs]
- [chuckles] I know.
Boy coming up in here like
he's motherfucking John Wick.
- No, no, no, I'm...
- Drop the charges...
- I'm not...
- Get the fuck outta here.
[all] ♪ Ooh ooh ♪
♪ Ooh ooh ♪
One game, straight pool.
If I win, you drop the charges.
If I lose...
you get all that money.
Rack 'em up.
♪ ♪
Do you mind if I hit
a couple balls?
It's been a long time
since I've played.
I'm a little out of practice.
Thank you.
[laughs]
♪ ♪
[blows]
[whispering indistinctly]
[man]
♪ Everything we need ♪
♪ Is everything we are ♪
♪ We don't need to sleep ♪
[pool stick hits ball,
ball rattles around pocket]
♪ Everything is free ♪
♪ And I know I can
feel it in the air ♪
♪ Tonight ♪
♪ Tonight ♪
♪ We can't be stopped ♪
♪ We won't stop coming alive ♪
♪ Tonight ♪
♪ Break down these walls ♪
♪ They can't keep us inside ♪
[all] ♪ Ooh ooh ♪
♪ Ooh ooh ♪
[mumbling, chuckles]
♪ ♪
[all] ♪ Ooh ooh ♪
♪ ♪
[man] ♪ Yeah we're lying
in the streets ♪
Okay.
[man]
♪ Everything we need ♪
♪ Is everything we are ♪
♪ We don't need to sleep ♪
♪ We don't need to care ♪
♪ Everything is free ♪
I tell you what,
I won't embarrass you
in front of your friends.
Just take the money
and drop the charges.
[man]
♪ We won't stop coming alive ♪♪
Thank you.
I'm sorry. You know, I think
we got off to a bad start...
- Indeed we did.
- Hey... My name's Joe Hooper.
I just wanted to check on
my buddy's arrest.
Nobody's been arrested.
Wait, Pete didn't
violate his parole?
Do you know
where I could find him?
Look, I don't know any Pete,
but I do know two things:
One, you have never been
anybody's friend,
and two, you look like trouble.
And if my clients
want to associate
with the likes of you
and ruin their second chances,
I can't stop 'em,
but it doesn't mean
I have to help them do it.
You have a blessed day, brother.
[solemn music]
♪ ♪
[sighs] I thought
I ran you out of town.
Uh, I just came
to congratulate you.
I heard, uh,
Avon dropped the charges.
How'd you know?
You have something
to do with that?
You pay him off
or something now?
Why are you so angry?
I... I just heard he came into
a little bit of money.
- That's all.
- That's fucking bribery.
Case was civil, not criminal,
so it was essentially
like a settlement.
Don't worry about it.
You're fine.
So, when are you
back on the street?
'Bout a week.
Good. That's good.
- About that favor...
- [laughs] Fu...
I knew... I fucking...
I knew it.
You never do anything
if it's not gonna line
your own fucking pockets.
I mean, it's just
family helping family.
Right.
Thanks, Bucket. I owe you one.
Mm-hmm.
So, this young lady
you're looking for,
she a Native-American
or a gambler?
Why?
[slot machines chiming]
[chiming continues]
Hey...
You remember me?
Thank God.
Hey, um, she said
if I needed to finder her
to come to you.
Someone's been calling.
Got a feeling it might be her.
[phone rings]
[exhales]
I've been calling for hours.
It's been a long time.
Can you blame me?
No, I guess not.
Is he there?
Hold on.
Heya, Ma.
[chuckles gleefully]
I used to really like this job.
[groans]
Meet a lot of colorful people,
see a little action,
use the brain a bit.
Now the nerves got me on the can
every 15 minutes.
♪ ♪
If I knew it was gonna go off
the fucking rails like this,
I never would've...
Fuck Maggie. Fuck Pete.
♪ ♪
You wanna hear something weird?
♪ ♪
I don't even think he's Pete.
I think he was
telling us the truth
when we first snatched him.
Keep talking.
When we take on a case,
what's rule number one?
Always follow the clues.
What do we have?
The old lady got him
talking about his brother.
Very convincing.
Only thing,
Pete doesn't have a brother.
Then that psychic
chick told you...
[solemn music]
Maggie went to look for her son,
but he's in Rosedale.
Makes no sense.
Finally...
his parole officer says
he doesn't even know a Pete.
What the fuck is that?
♪ ♪
But if he's not Pete,
why say he's Pete?
The money.
♪ ♪
Well, if he's fake Pete,
how did he trick
real Pete's mom?
She recognized him.
They had a conversation.
And where the fuck is Pete?
Good point.
You know, if he's not Pete,
we're fucked.
Luka will kill us.
You know this.
♪ ♪
When we see Luka today,
I think we should
fucking kill him.
Just go to the storage,
and put a bullet
- in his fucking head.
- [chuckles]
♪ ♪
I'm not dying in a vat of acid.
♪ ♪
[phone ringing]
- What's wrong?
- Nothing.
Nothing.
Well, I don't know.
Did Roby ask you about
the last time we spoke?
- She did.
- She asked me the same thing.
She's looking for
discrepancies in our stories.
She also asked about Brett Woods
while you were at the car.
I think she suspects something.
Yeah, well, if she does,
she's playing it cool.
But she's not at the station.
What's the mean?
Not sure,
but if I were her,
I'd go back to the farm
to talk to you alone.
You should go to the office.
I'll go to the farm,
see if she shows.
- You sure?
- No...
but it's the only idea I got.
♪ ♪
Just give me one second.
[phone ringing]
- Pete.
[Pete] Marius, listen,
I gotta make this quick.
She didn't want me calling you.
She's got a guy watching me...
Uh... who...
who didn't want you...
My mom.
I found my mom.
Where... where'd you find her?
And we're... we're gonna
disappear, okay?
I just... I needed to call you
and say good-bye.
- And I wanted to thank you.
- What do you mean
you're gonna disappear?
What do you mean?
You've been
a great friend, Marius,
the best that I've ever had.
Well, then let me
at least come say good-bye.
You're like a brother to me.
I hope all your dreams
come true.
Wait... no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.
Fuck. Fuck.
[line rings]
[woman] Your call has been
forwarded to an aut...
Oh...
♪ ♪
Hello?
♪ ♪
Grandpa?
♪ ♪
Carly?
♪ ♪
[heavy footsteps]
[gun clicks]
[phone rings]
[sighs]
[ringing continues]
I didn't find Pete.
I did.
Uh, he didn't go to Sedona.
He's at some Indian casino
with his mother,
but I'm not gonna be able
to get down there
- before they're gone.
- And your bad guys?
Well, yeah...
well, they're closing in.
Fuck, Marjorie...
Eleven million dollars.
I can smell it, you know.
I... [sighs]
You wanna pull the ripcord?
Well, I don't think we have
any other choice.
I think, uh, you gotta...
you gotta get
Adam and Nicole to standby.
Of course.
- You need money?
- Yeah, in paper.
[phone ringing]
Wait, hold on for one second.
- Julia.
- Hey...
I just got a strange text
from Taylor.
Something's going on
down at the farm,
and he wants all of us there.
Something good or something bad?
I can't tell,
but it sounds urgent.
Do you... do you have your gun?
I don't think
it's that kind of urgent.
Yeah, but just bring it
just in case,
you know,
'cause you never know, you know.
Um, yeah, okay.
All right, uh, I'm...
I'm gonna meet you down there.
- Okay.
- Bye.
Uh, that was Julia.
The family might be in danger.
We gotta pull the ripcord.
I'm gonna get down there
just to warn them.
[Marjorie] Stay safe.
- All right. Bye.
[groovy rock music playing]
Turns out Lila had given
your father a concussion.
[both laugh]
She felt bad about it,
so she took him
to the emergency room herself.
[laughs]
Your dad was working
as a process server...
Mm.
Before he worked for...
for your grandpa.
Uh, he used to
track people down
and serve them with
lawsuits, subpoenas.
Why was he after Mom?
Ah, some biker was suing her.
He skipped bail,
she chased him down,
she broke his leg...
[both laugh]
So he was suing her!
Oh, so Mom was kind of a badass.
- Oh, she was a hurricane.
- Lila had no restraint.
Well, your...
your dad was the same way.
He proposed to your mom,
after dating her a month.
- It was a week.
- Here we go.
- It was a month.
- Month? It was a week.
What case were they working on
the night they died?
♪ ♪
I don't... I don't remember
that they...
that they were
working on a case,
uh, just that
they got hit by some drunk.
Well, so how come
the police report
didn't mention
the guy was drunk?
Oh...
♪ ♪
- Well, do you... do you know?
- Maybe the guy made a mistake.
- Yeah.
- Oh...
[phone trills]
Oh... It's Taylor.
Says he wants me back
at the farmhouse ASAP.
I... I wonder what's going on?
Oh, well,
I would check it out...
- [phone trills]
- Uh... uh... oh...
Hello.
He wants me too.
I better switch to coffee.
Uh, you... you go ahead,
tell him I'll be right behind.
Uh...
♪ ♪
- Thank you.
- Gee...
Later.
♪ ♪
[car door closes]
[car approaching]
- Hey.
- Hi.
- Everything okay?
- Yeah, yeah.
Just... you know, I'm cautious.
We're here!
What?
You wanna tell 'em?
Maybe we should just
let 'em find out.
Is that Julia?
[gasps]
Aunt Maggie?
- [chuckles ecstatically]
- My girl...
Oh, my little girl...
[both mutter]
[solemn music]
Oh, and you...
Oh...
♪ ♪
Pete... [chuckles]
♪ ♪
My boy.
Come here.
♪ ♪
Mm...
♪ ♪
[♪ Joywave: "It's a Trip!"]
♪ ♪
[man] ♪ Creepy little sneaky
little foreign places ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Terrifying territories,
I can't take it ♪
♪ ♪
♪ It's a great big atlas ♪
♪ Yeah, I'm feeling dumb ♪
♪ When you've gotten
what you want ♪
♪ Maybe I should start over ♪
♪ There's nothing
left to want ♪
♪ Up and at 'em again ♪
♪ You don't know
what you want ♪
♪ Yeah, I'm thinking it over ♪
♪ Just tell me what I ♪
♪ When you've gotten
what you want ♪
♪ Maybe I should start over ♪
♪ There's nothing left
to want ♪
♪ Up and at 'em again ♪
♪ You don't know
what you want ♪
♪ Yeah, I'm thinking it over ♪
♪ Just tell me what to want ♪♪