Southland (2009–2013): Season 2, Episode 2 - Butch & Sundance - full transcript
Ben suspects his mentor Cooper is getting addicted to painkillers, but can't do anything about it. They find Dr. Rich Ryerson badly wounded outside his looted fine home, where his wife and ...
Southland 2x02
Butch and Sundance
Original Air Date on March 9, 2010
Previously on Southland:
Hey, Larry.
(gun firing)
You said I could work alone
until Russ gets back.
We're not sure Russ
is coming back.
He's coming back.
(crowd shouting)
Get off! Get
off! Get off!
Get off!
Stay back! Stay back!
Stay back. We're good.
No, Sam.
Get away from me!
You think I wouldn't find out?
Why are you drinking, huh?
You think I'm stupid?
I hate you!
Don't run away from me!
I have to stop
what I'm doing,
which is freaking important,
by the way,
and explain it to you?
I'm sorry.
(crowd shouting)
Back the (bleep) up!
Do I look like her?
You're beautiful,
just the way she was.
I want to find her.
We can try.
We can fold in
your homicide.
Hell, yeah, man.
Yeah?
Yeah.
I mean, you know,
that's, of course,
you know, if Big Papa
over here says it's okay
to come run
with the big dogs.
It's pharmaceuticals,
right?
Get out of here.
I just miss you.
(siren wailing)
Come on, come on.
Where'd you go?
Where'd you go?
Got him.
I got him-- 3:00.
(tires screeching)
(siren shuts off)
(men screaming)
The gas tank's leaking!
Loosen your
seat belt!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go! Let's go!
MAN:
Officer John Cooper knows,
and Ben Sherman will learn
that sometimes you see things
as a cop nobody should see.
TAMMI:
I don't mind.
I'll make you some eggs, baby.
SAMMY:
I'll grab something
downtown.
Okay.
Know what
you could do?
Go to Box Club.
We're out
of toilet paper.
Can't I just go to Walgreen's?
No, Tammi.
We need to be fiscally
responsible now.
We need to grow
as a couple.
Just, I got a lot
of work to do.
Yeah, what?
For my portfolio.
I told you, I have to finish
Photoshopping my images
before I take them
to the printer.
(laughing):
Yeah, your images.
Sammy!
Please, this
is important to me.
I'd do it, but who
knows how long
I'm going to be
on this stakeout?
You know, I'd
give my right arm
just to be going
to Box Club
instead of sitting on
my ass at a stakeout.
Well, I need to get
into a good gallery
before I'm stuck out here
taking care of our kid.
You'll need this.
(groans)
I hear the frozen burrito
dinners are fantastic.
(dog whimpering)
(groans)
Bye.
BEN:
It's just up here
on the right.
JOHN:
Nice digs, huh?
MAN:
Over here.
Here.
(man coughing)
What happened?
I don't know.
I looked out my window,
and I saw Rich crawling
out his door.
We need an ambulance.
JOHN:
It's on the way.
Is anyone in there?
Did you see
anybody come out?
Look, I was too afraid
to go in.
I think his wife
might be hurt, too.
A-43. Requesting
two additional units.
Excuse me, sir?
Man down.
Victim of an ADW.
Can you tell us
what happened?
(coughing)
MAN:
He's in pretty
bad shape.
All right, you
stay with him
till the
paramedics arrive.
Uh, okay.
(indistinct radio transmission)
(creaking)
(water running)
(breathing heavily)
(creaking)
Downstairs and basement
are clear.
We've got a unit
clearing the yard.
All right.
Let's get our perimeter
set up.
Roger.
JOHN:
We got a real mess.
Yeah, we need some homicide
detectives out here.
We've already radioed for
an additional RA unit.
Mariella really wants you
to come by
and meet
the baby tomorrow.
You mean my sister?
What, so you're mad
at me?
I'm late, okay?
Hold on a second.
Just tell me...
tell me what's going on.
You were supposed
to help me find my mom.
Have you even tried?
Look, I'm sorry, all right?
No excuses.
I will.
I will.
Just come early, okay?
Your sister is a beauty.
(indistinct radio transmission)
This is Detective Cordero.
What do we have?
JOHN:
Adult female
downstairs.
Two younger females
dead upstairs.
House is ransacked.
There's no sign
of forced entry.
Looks like the father
walked in on it.
You talk to him?
No, he was
out of it.
Took him over
to Saint Ambrose.
He's a doctor there.
Well, let's
have a look.
It's a bad one.
(sighs)
Concentrate on the
marks on her neck.
Make sure you leave
that knot intact.
The way it's tied could
tell us something
later down
the line.
Dust over here
for prints.
Looks like he had her
over here at some point.
And we got to swab
these beer cans.
We got a lot of
work to do here.
(siren blaring)
Get a shot here
where someone stepped in blood.
Cut out that patch of rug
when he's done, okay?
Also, get a print
on all these items.
Somebody rifled her
purse and tossed it.
(phone ringing)
Quiet. Quiet.
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
(phone continues ringing)
(phone continues ringing)
(phone stops ringing)
Hello?
No, this isn't Dr. Ryerson.
May I ask who's calling?
Okay.
Mm-hmm.
Well, that's very
nice, Mrs. Kern.
I'll be sure and
pass that along.
Bye, now.
What was that?
This must be Ryerson's phone.
That was one of his patients
returning his call.
Mrs. Kern,
92 years old.
He just put in a stent,
and he's been checking in on her
every day since.
How is everything
going out there?
Uh, none of the neighbors
have any video surveillance
that includes the street.
Uh, we got a boy who
thinks he saw a van.
He's not sure the make
or the color.
You know, um, we're okay here.
You two get going.
(helicopter passing overhead)
So, that's it?
Just walk away?
No cars in the field.
We gotta get back out.
Chase the radio?
Get in.
(siren chirping)
Look.
She cut us a break, letting us
get out of there.
This is a rough one.
Believe me, I want somebody
to pay as much as you.
(engine starting)
The girls barely had time
to get the ice cream open.
He came right
on top of them.
They.
There had to be at least
two assailants,
the way those girls
were killed.
They came to the house,
rang the doorbell.
One of the girls answered.
Maybe they talked
their way in.
Pushed their way in.
Must've been
a commotion,
because the mother came out.
And they killed her.
And the girls.
And then they looted the place,
washed up and had themselves
a little snack.
Half-eaten.
Must've heard
the father come home.
Because they hit him out there
and dragged him in.
That would be the time line.
It could've been a follow home
from the convenience store.
Pretty woman.
Nice car.
Maybe.
What are you thinking,
somebody on the inside?
The pool man, the gardener?
Didn't it strike you at all
that the husband was the
only one that survived?
We don't know that for sure.
The guy's still in surgery.
In my experience,
it's usually the husband,
and statistics bear that out.
This isn't some joker who
stabbed himself with a penknife
just to make it look good.
This guy was savagely attacked.
I know it's hard for you
to wrap your mind
around a father
doing something
like this, especially
to his daughters,
but I've seen it.
The more you sweat here the less
you'll bleed on the street.
True that, true that.
Uh, we do for you
what you can't do
for yourself.
That's poetry, man.
Believe that.
Yeah, I thought so.
Thanks.
Okay, let's pay attention, kids.
Now, we're set up over at Trini
day spot, Platinum Motors.
Now, we're looking for drugs,
weapons, cash.
We get anything,
I want to set up a chase car
about a block away.
You guys handle that?
We'll be on the roof.
No problem.
Cameras?
Yes! Cameras.
Binoculars.
We can even get an airship
to fly over and do some aerial.
Good, good,
good call.
All right? Now, let's
get this guy, man.
Hey.
You mind?
Oh...
Take it easy, all right?
Don't tell me to take
it easy, okay?
Come on, Sal, he didn't mean
anything by it.
Don't need you to translate
for me, Moretta.
Oye.
Como que el sabia
que Mario Ramos trabajaba
por ustedes
tan rapido?
Lo mato el mismo dia
que hablamos.
El mismo dia.
Quizas la rata
esta aqui.
LYDIA:
There's the Mercedes wagon.
RENE:
They have no clue.
Yeah.
It's where kids
are involved,
you just... can never
get used to it.
There go the girls.
Entering the store.
There's the bag
with the ice cream.
That guy that got out
of the pickup truck.
What is that
he's buying?
Is that beer?
I can't get
a good look at
the driver.
He's a big one though.
Fat man
and little boy.
Wait, stop,
stop it, stop it.
I think I can see
the plate.
One, Edward,
Four, Nine...
"O," eight?
Let's get an APB out
on this truck right away.
WOMAN (over radio):
...with those patrol cars.
ANNOUNCER:
Absolutely. We appreciate
your call.
Richard, you're calling.
Where you from, Richard?
RICHARD:
Uh, this is Richard, yeah...
That address we got
off the partial plate
on the pickup truck
came up dry.
Mr. Wayne Dorff
has moved,
no forwarding address.
Yeah, well, his parole officer
is on his way here now
with some updated
information.
You rousted that poor man out
of bed at 6:00 in the morning?
Triple homicide
last I looked.
What's the deal with the
skinny one on the tape?
He's one lucky bastard.
Wayne Dorff's prints were
all over that house,
but they couldn't pull
one decent print
on the skinny one.
Yeah, and they can't get a
decent picture of him either.
This is the best they could do.
The little scumbag
is sleeping late.
Yeah, and that's why
we'll catch him.
What's all that?
Possible motive.
Ryerson's financials
from public record.
He's in foreclosure on a medical
building in Pasadena.
The whole country's
in foreclosure.
Check and see what type of life
insurance he has on his wife.
So what's this?
I say black, you say white?
Why are you trying to
change the subject?
I thought we were
solving a case here.
No, you're just
busting my balls
because I'm not Russell.
No, I'm not.
Yes, you are.
No, I'm not!
(indistinct radio transmission)
Get any sleep?
I'll be all right.
Can't have a partner
that's nodding off.
Can't sleep, I'll give you
a couple Ambiens.
Yeah, I don't need
any of your pills.
Those pills I take
are for back pain.
And this passive-aggression
bullshit of yours
ain't gonna fly.
You got something to say to me,
you just say it.
(camera shutter clicking)
Got another Escalade.
And... no plates.
No plates?
I need the plates, bro.
Why you tell me you
got an Escalade?
You got not plates.
(laughs)
It's like saying you cuff
somebody with no cuffs.
(laughing)
You take over.
Hold this.
Thanks.
You pregnant yet, Sammy?
What?
You and your wife, you said
you were trying, right?
(sighs):
Yeah, we're still trying.
Ah!
I know you are, you
horny bastard!
Keep trying!
How old is she?
She's young.
Young, huh?
You know what they say
about the young ones.
They're fertile.
So, if you're still trying
something must be wrong.
She must not want
it, you know?
Psychological block
or something
going on right there.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
Gotta bust through it.
Yeah.
Hey, Sammy, come over here
for a second.
Isn't this that kid Orlando
we busted last year?
Orlando?
Yeah.
Yeah, right
down there.
Yes, it is.
He's on probation.
We can pop him right now
for gang association.
Get him to roll.
Let's do it.
Let's do it.
Hey, watch your
step, ladies.
Florencia called the Ripper.
Real name Orlando, just left
the building in a green Cougar.
Try to pull him over.
Call me on my cell,
we're on our way.
Yep.
There his is! Go!
There! There! There!
To the right, to the right,
to the right.
All right, where are
you, little bastard?
There he is!
There he is!
There he is! There he is!
Back up, back up!
I got it, I got it.
Back up, back up, back up.
(tires squealing)
Hold up!
(grunts)
All right, here we go.
(chuckling)
(horn honking)
No, no, no, no, no, no!
Come on, guys!
All right, all right,
all right.
Calm down.
Hey, hey.
God!
LYDIA:
How well do you know
Dr. Ryerson?
MAN:
He's a good surgeon.
LYDIA:
Well, still,
his records show
that he lost an expensive
malpractice suit
earlier this year,
death of a
ten-year-old boy.
MAN:
We've all lost patients,
Detective.
LYDIA:
Did you know Mrs. Ryerson?
And what kind of a marriage
did they have?
Happy, I think.
He keeps asking
about her.
Of course, we haven't
told him anything yet.
Thanks for that.
He's still a little
out of it.
Dr. Ryerson?
I'm Detective
Adams, LAPD.
Hello.
I'm going to need to ask
you some questions
about what happened at
your house yesterday.
(groans)
I don't know.
I went in the house
and, uh...
(clears throat)
I don't know.
They said that
somebody, uh, hit me.
That I've had an operation.
You don't remember
anything else?
I think I saw my wife.
Where is she?
They won't let me
talk to her.
Your wife was killed.
What?
She was killed in the
attack at your house.
(sobbing)
God, no, Abby.
No.
Do you have any
idea who might
have done something
like this?
No.
Oh, my God.
Where are the girls?
Do the girls know?
Your daughters were killed, too.
I'm so sorry.
(sobbing):
No.
Oh, God, no.
I'm sorry.
Guy shouldn't
be ragging me
about my sex life--
it's private.
Come on, bro, I was just
passing the time.
Isn't this that kid, Orlando,
we busted last year?
Stop!
Stop running, Orlando!
Whoa.
(woman whimpers)
You okay? Yeah?
(grunting and groaning)
What was that, huh?
Was that a gun?
No, ese.
Did you just throw
a gun, Orlando?
No, ese.
Huh?
RENE:
Hey, Lydia.
Hold up.
Maybe you were right
about this guy.
Who?
Ryerson.
The guy was beaten
to within an inch of
his life, Russell.
And you should
have seen him
when I told him
about his wife and kids.
They weren't even supposed
to be there.
They were supposed
to be in Big Bear
with family and friends,
but the trip was canceled
'cause someone got the flu.
Well, first of all,
I'm not Russell.
Sorry.
But we need to
check the parents
from the malpractice suit.
Could be revenge for
the death of their son.
Maybe, but what
you just said
about the girls were
supposed to be gone--
doesn't that
strike you?
Of course,
I know how it sounds.
What is this?
I say black
and you say white?
Well... touch?.
But what would
you say
if I told you
that the doctor
might have known Wayne Dorff?
How?
Because that's
what I found out
digging through the doctor's
cell phone records.
Calls to Wayne Dorff?
No, but calls to the rehab
center on La Mirada.
Town of 9.8 million--
that's some coincidence.
MAN:
He's one of our doctors.
Been coming here
two Saturdays a month
the four years I've
been director.
Did Doctor Ryerson
have any dealings
with one of your
clients, Wayne Dorff?
Oh, don't tell me Dorff had
something to do with this.
Did they know
each other?
(sighs)
He had a terrible
staph infection,
and the doctor
cured him.
Big, fat slob.
He was always hitting
the doctor up for a 20,
and this
is the thanks he gets?
We actually
want to talk
to one of Mr. Dorff's
associates.
A skinny guy,
five-eight,
Caucasian.
Danny Sutton.
Bad news.
We used to call them
Sylvester and Tweety Bird.
I'm sure it was Danny
got Wayne using again.
Well, thank you.
If we have any
more questions,
we'll give you a call?
Sure.
Thank you.
So, they saw
the Armani suits,
the cash,
the Mercedes,
and decided to go
for the big score,
and it all went bad.
The mounting financial debt,
insurance...
I still say he could
have hired Dumb and Dumber
to do the wife in.
I'm not ruling
anybody out.
Either way,
they knew where he lived,
so it wasn't a follow home.
Let's run Sutton's priors
and get some units out
looking for him.
Hey, look, about before,
I didn't mean to insult you.
(phone ringing)
I already forgot
about it.
Cooper.
We're on our way.
What's up?
Watch commander.
We're going to do
a follow-up
for the detectives
on the triple homicide.
(phone ringing)
Hey, look,
I can't talk right now.
I'll be there. I promise.
(sighs)
That was my sister.
She's hell-bent
on fixing me up.
Get laid, get drunk.
Try and forget
about this crap.
Yeah.
(sighs)
(grunting)
Oh, God.
Hey, do you need
any help with that?
Ah, I'm great.
I'm good.
Awesome.
Right there.
Right there,
right?
All you got to do
is give us
a little information, bro.
No way.
Big mistake, Orlando.
So... you trust this Gil guy?
Yeah, man.
I trust him.
Why shouldn't I?
(spits)
I don't know.
Sal hates him.
Sal hates everybody.
How does Mercedes feel
about the baby?
Not too good, man.
She's mad at me.
You know,
I promised her
I'd help her find her mom,
but I got too busy
with Valentina,
you know?
(speaks Spanish)
Tell us about Trinny Day,
we'll cut you loose.
No way.
SAMMY:
Huh?
No way.
How about you, bro?
Sure you're ready for a baby?
Ooh!
It's pretty brutal.
What have we got there?
So, you want that lawyer?
Yeah.
Big mistake, vato.
May I see your Box Club Card please?
(mouth full):
Yeah. Yeah. Sorry.
Are you
Samuel Bryant?
I'm Tammi Bryant.
I'm sorry-- I can't
accept his card.
I am Mrs. Samuel Bryant.
You need to have
your own card.
What? Why?
Because those
are the rules.
But you can get one
at customer service.
But I have waited in line
a really long time.
It's $50 to join.
Well, I don't have $50.
We accept American
Express now.
This is ridiculous.
Lady, why don't you
just go get a new card!
No, no, this is how
they get you, man.
Look, why can't I just
use my husband's card?
Come on, this is BS.
Please.
Ma'am, please don't
swear at me.
Oh, oh, oh, swearing?
You call that swearing?
I will scorch the cilia
off your ear,
little... you little
Box Store toady.
Hector, we need a
restock over here.
TAMMI:
Whoa. No.
That is not going to happen.
Yeah, we need to
put all these items
back on the shelves.
Hey, hey,
don't touch my stuff!
What... this is mine.
No! Give me...
CASHIER:
Guard!
This is ridiculous.
Ma'am.
You're going to
have to leave now.
Don't touch me.
My husband is a detective
on the Los Angeles police force!
(crowd cheering and applauding)
(garbled radio transmission)
SAMMY:
Hey, man.
Hey, you mind, pal?
You know, this don't work
too good if they look up
and see a freaking
police car. Huh?
How is it going?
Great.
So, what have we got?
A little hot
in here, huh?
That's an understatement.
(chuckling)
All right.
Let's see what
the children are up to.
Hey, that guy you chased down
with the gun--
still not talking?
NATE:
No, man.
He lawyered up.
He's scared shitless
of Trinny.
What?
Nate, come here.
What's your daughter
doing here?
(dogs barking)
(sighs)
That's too bad.
Let's check out some
of the neighbors.
See if anyone
knows anything.
Yeah.
That's them.
What?
That's them.
Let's go.
Grab the plate.
How do you know?
I know.
Three Tom Henry...
Ocean...
Three Tom Henry Ocean.
Go.
(siren wailing,
tires screeching)
BEN:
A-43. Show us in pursuit
of a green
Toyota Tercel,
license plate Three
Tom Henry Ocean
Four Seven Nine.
Northbound,
east of Vermont,
on 40th.
Right, right,
right, right.
(tires screeching)
Come on, where'd you go?
Where'd you go?
Got him.
I got him-- 3:00.
(tires screeching)
(siren continues wailing)
(tires screeching)
(siren shuts off)
(men screaming)
The gas tank's leaking!
Loosen your seat belt.
Let's go! Let's go!
DISPATCHER (over radio):
What do you got up there?
I want to clear
something up.
I'm not an addict.
All right, I'm not
one of these people
like your mother's friends
up there in Beverly Hills
with their ennui and their
Vicodin and their white wine.
I have an on-duty
back injury.
You don't have to
explain anything to me.
That pain medication allows me
to stay on the streets
or I lose
my field certification.
If I can't be out there,
you might as well put
a bullet in my head.
(whispering):
I'll put a bullet in your head.
(siren chirps)
Man, we got everything--
guacamole, salsa, tamales.
Excuse me.
How are you guys
Eat, everybody, eat.
Mariella spent all day working
on these tamales.
Yes, there's
so much food.
They're so great.
Please eat up.
Hi.
She's been so good.
Oh.
Such a good girl.
She's my little
princess.
(indistinct chatter)
Hi.
Hi.
Oh, my God, she's so beautiful.
Yeah.
Can I hold her?
Yes, of course.
Hey.
Just be careful.
She has her daddy's
eyes, right?
You're late.
Where were you?
Nowhere.
(baby fussing)
Where were you?
With Lola, okay?
What's the
matter with you?
Give me my daughter, please.
Come on.
(indistinct chatter)
SAMMY:
Tammi.
In here.
Been sitting
in a hot van all day.
We only busted
one guy.
What a waste.
I'm pissed.
Sorry.
Nice.
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
There's no
toilet paper?!
Hang on a sec.
Here.
What's this?
I went to Walgreens.
Why?
(sighs)
Come on, I asked you
to do one thing.
Why?
No, I'm serious.
I'm owed an
explanation.
I had a
horrible day.
I don't want
to talk about it.
Dr. Ryerson?
Detective Adams.
How are
you doing?
They keep telling me
how lucky I am to be alive.
Well, I came to tell you we
caught the men that did this.
It's not going to bring
your family back, I know,
but at least
we know
they won't be doing
this to anybody else.
You did.
You caught them?
(phone ringing)
This afternoon.
I'm sorry, I need
to take this call.
Yeah?
It's him, it's the father.
What do you mean?
I'm at Danny Sutton's
sister's place
and everything is here--
the girls' laptop,
everything-- but also--
and this is going
to blow your mind--
we found a wallet-sized photo
of the wife.
Yeah?
And on the back,
we pulled off
the doctor's thumbprint.
And remember those phone calls
on Ryerson's cell
I couldn't I.D.?
I now have
the prepaid cell they went to.
Well, that's
wonderful.
I will let
the doctor know.
I'm here with him now.
Sure, I'll give him
your condolences.
I already have the uniforms
on their way.
So, these, these men, did,
did they say anything?
What, what are you doing?
You're under arrest.
What are you
talking about?
For the murder
of your family.
This is crazy.
Get these off me
Somebody help me.
Nurse!
He's all yours.
Make sure I get
my cuffs back.
OFFICER:
You got it.
Hey, sis.
Hi.
Okay, they're
still parking.
Yep.
Ben, you are going
to love Lilla.
Is that sake?
Yes.
She's really cute,
she's smart.
Her dad's some hotshot
entertainment lawyer,
but I swear
you would never know it.
And Ward and Olivia
are coming, too.
I know, I'm sorry, look,
I just couldn't get out of it.
Okay?
And here they come.
Hi.
Hey,
handsome.
Hey.
Hey, girl.
Don't worry,
man, I put
my money in the meter.
You parked valet.
Hi.
Hi.
This is
Lilla Greenberg.
My big brother.
Lilla, Ben Sherman.
Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
Okay, so I ordered a bunch
of sashimi for everybody.
I got some robata
coming for the guys.
Ooh, no raw salmon,
though.
They took a 20-foot worm
out of an agent from UTA.
Oh, so it's bullshit
'cause I heard it was
an agent at Paradigm,
a woman, but, you know, that's
how those things get started.
OLIVIA:
Totally.
So I, I heard you were
a police officer.
Yeah.
WARD:
Yeah, we got,
we got Wyatt Earp here.
He got in a big old shoot-out
the other day, right?
(yelps, laughs)
You guys don't even know,
do you?
Ben is the first person
to make it
to the triple murder
in Hancock Park.
Whoa, dude.
OLIVIA:
God, that's awful. The mom
and her two daughters?
Really, Ben?
That was you?
TMZ said it looked
like Manson in there, right?
Yeah, it was
pretty bad.
My mother said the
girls were raped
before they were killed?
OLIVIA:
Oh, God...
CHLOE:
Yeah, actually,
how did they kill them?
I mean, the newspapers--
they didn't really
say anything, right?
WARD:
Oh, that looks great.
Uh...
Right here.
Look at all that.
I am gonna need
some more ginger.
Thank you.
Arigato.
(Olivia laughs)
Okay, so, what,
you just walk in there
and they're all just
lying there dead?
Maybe he doesn't want to
talk about it, you guys.
No, but really,
were they, like, tortured?
CHLOE:
Olivia, being
raped is torture.
Okay, no,
but you hear
that they do
all this awful stuff
like cigarette burns...
Uh, you know what?
I, I'm sorry,
it's been a long day.
It was really nice to meet you.
(laughs)
Okay.
RENE:
Remember you were wondering how
the convenience store fit in?
I think it was just
one of those things.
The killers go to the house
at the agreed time,
but instead
of being alone,
the wife's got the girls
and they're going somewhere.
So they think "What the hell?"
and they follow them.
"Maybe she'll drop
the kids someplace
and we can murder her
when she gets back home."
They go to the convenience
store, they get a good look,
and they're thinking they
might have hit the trifecta,
so they follow them back to
the house and they kill them
and then
they kill him, too,
because at that point
they have to.
Probably.
"Probably."
Is that good?
It's good.
(squeaking)
(glass breaking)
Aw, shh...
Oh, my God, Mommy, help!
Shh... it's me.
It's me.
What are
you doing?!
What does it look
like I'm doing?
I don't know!
I'm crawling
through an unlocked window.
How many times do I have
to tell you?
You almost gave me
a heart attack!
Well, it's better than
being raped and murdered, right?
(door opens)
Oh, Jesus, you've got
to be kidding me.
What are you doing?
He crawled
through my window!
SAL:
It was wide open.
You're crazy!
He's nuts, Mom.
Listen, I don't care
if you kill yourself smoking.
That window stays locked
at all times.
Do it again, young lady,
and you're grounded.
You hear me?
Put the gun away,
for crying out loud.
("Mystery Achievement"
by Pretenders playing)
? Mystery achievement ?
? Where's my sandy beach,
yeah? ?
? I had my dreams... ?
You know, it goes against
my business instinct,
but you might have a little
drug problem happening.
Just get out of here.
(chuckles)
Okay.
(gun firing, shells clinking)
Butch and Sundance
Original Air Date on March 9, 2010
Previously on Southland:
Hey, Larry.
(gun firing)
You said I could work alone
until Russ gets back.
We're not sure Russ
is coming back.
He's coming back.
(crowd shouting)
Get off! Get
off! Get off!
Get off!
Stay back! Stay back!
Stay back. We're good.
No, Sam.
Get away from me!
You think I wouldn't find out?
Why are you drinking, huh?
You think I'm stupid?
I hate you!
Don't run away from me!
I have to stop
what I'm doing,
which is freaking important,
by the way,
and explain it to you?
I'm sorry.
(crowd shouting)
Back the (bleep) up!
Do I look like her?
You're beautiful,
just the way she was.
I want to find her.
We can try.
We can fold in
your homicide.
Hell, yeah, man.
Yeah?
Yeah.
I mean, you know,
that's, of course,
you know, if Big Papa
over here says it's okay
to come run
with the big dogs.
It's pharmaceuticals,
right?
Get out of here.
I just miss you.
(siren wailing)
Come on, come on.
Where'd you go?
Where'd you go?
Got him.
I got him-- 3:00.
(tires screeching)
(siren shuts off)
(men screaming)
The gas tank's leaking!
Loosen your
seat belt!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go! Let's go!
MAN:
Officer John Cooper knows,
and Ben Sherman will learn
that sometimes you see things
as a cop nobody should see.
TAMMI:
I don't mind.
I'll make you some eggs, baby.
SAMMY:
I'll grab something
downtown.
Okay.
Know what
you could do?
Go to Box Club.
We're out
of toilet paper.
Can't I just go to Walgreen's?
No, Tammi.
We need to be fiscally
responsible now.
We need to grow
as a couple.
Just, I got a lot
of work to do.
Yeah, what?
For my portfolio.
I told you, I have to finish
Photoshopping my images
before I take them
to the printer.
(laughing):
Yeah, your images.
Sammy!
Please, this
is important to me.
I'd do it, but who
knows how long
I'm going to be
on this stakeout?
You know, I'd
give my right arm
just to be going
to Box Club
instead of sitting on
my ass at a stakeout.
Well, I need to get
into a good gallery
before I'm stuck out here
taking care of our kid.
You'll need this.
(groans)
I hear the frozen burrito
dinners are fantastic.
(dog whimpering)
(groans)
Bye.
BEN:
It's just up here
on the right.
JOHN:
Nice digs, huh?
MAN:
Over here.
Here.
(man coughing)
What happened?
I don't know.
I looked out my window,
and I saw Rich crawling
out his door.
We need an ambulance.
JOHN:
It's on the way.
Is anyone in there?
Did you see
anybody come out?
Look, I was too afraid
to go in.
I think his wife
might be hurt, too.
A-43. Requesting
two additional units.
Excuse me, sir?
Man down.
Victim of an ADW.
Can you tell us
what happened?
(coughing)
MAN:
He's in pretty
bad shape.
All right, you
stay with him
till the
paramedics arrive.
Uh, okay.
(indistinct radio transmission)
(creaking)
(water running)
(breathing heavily)
(creaking)
Downstairs and basement
are clear.
We've got a unit
clearing the yard.
All right.
Let's get our perimeter
set up.
Roger.
JOHN:
We got a real mess.
Yeah, we need some homicide
detectives out here.
We've already radioed for
an additional RA unit.
Mariella really wants you
to come by
and meet
the baby tomorrow.
You mean my sister?
What, so you're mad
at me?
I'm late, okay?
Hold on a second.
Just tell me...
tell me what's going on.
You were supposed
to help me find my mom.
Have you even tried?
Look, I'm sorry, all right?
No excuses.
I will.
I will.
Just come early, okay?
Your sister is a beauty.
(indistinct radio transmission)
This is Detective Cordero.
What do we have?
JOHN:
Adult female
downstairs.
Two younger females
dead upstairs.
House is ransacked.
There's no sign
of forced entry.
Looks like the father
walked in on it.
You talk to him?
No, he was
out of it.
Took him over
to Saint Ambrose.
He's a doctor there.
Well, let's
have a look.
It's a bad one.
(sighs)
Concentrate on the
marks on her neck.
Make sure you leave
that knot intact.
The way it's tied could
tell us something
later down
the line.
Dust over here
for prints.
Looks like he had her
over here at some point.
And we got to swab
these beer cans.
We got a lot of
work to do here.
(siren blaring)
Get a shot here
where someone stepped in blood.
Cut out that patch of rug
when he's done, okay?
Also, get a print
on all these items.
Somebody rifled her
purse and tossed it.
(phone ringing)
Quiet. Quiet.
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
(phone continues ringing)
(phone continues ringing)
(phone stops ringing)
Hello?
No, this isn't Dr. Ryerson.
May I ask who's calling?
Okay.
Mm-hmm.
Well, that's very
nice, Mrs. Kern.
I'll be sure and
pass that along.
Bye, now.
What was that?
This must be Ryerson's phone.
That was one of his patients
returning his call.
Mrs. Kern,
92 years old.
He just put in a stent,
and he's been checking in on her
every day since.
How is everything
going out there?
Uh, none of the neighbors
have any video surveillance
that includes the street.
Uh, we got a boy who
thinks he saw a van.
He's not sure the make
or the color.
You know, um, we're okay here.
You two get going.
(helicopter passing overhead)
So, that's it?
Just walk away?
No cars in the field.
We gotta get back out.
Chase the radio?
Get in.
(siren chirping)
Look.
She cut us a break, letting us
get out of there.
This is a rough one.
Believe me, I want somebody
to pay as much as you.
(engine starting)
The girls barely had time
to get the ice cream open.
He came right
on top of them.
They.
There had to be at least
two assailants,
the way those girls
were killed.
They came to the house,
rang the doorbell.
One of the girls answered.
Maybe they talked
their way in.
Pushed their way in.
Must've been
a commotion,
because the mother came out.
And they killed her.
And the girls.
And then they looted the place,
washed up and had themselves
a little snack.
Half-eaten.
Must've heard
the father come home.
Because they hit him out there
and dragged him in.
That would be the time line.
It could've been a follow home
from the convenience store.
Pretty woman.
Nice car.
Maybe.
What are you thinking,
somebody on the inside?
The pool man, the gardener?
Didn't it strike you at all
that the husband was the
only one that survived?
We don't know that for sure.
The guy's still in surgery.
In my experience,
it's usually the husband,
and statistics bear that out.
This isn't some joker who
stabbed himself with a penknife
just to make it look good.
This guy was savagely attacked.
I know it's hard for you
to wrap your mind
around a father
doing something
like this, especially
to his daughters,
but I've seen it.
The more you sweat here the less
you'll bleed on the street.
True that, true that.
Uh, we do for you
what you can't do
for yourself.
That's poetry, man.
Believe that.
Yeah, I thought so.
Thanks.
Okay, let's pay attention, kids.
Now, we're set up over at Trini
day spot, Platinum Motors.
Now, we're looking for drugs,
weapons, cash.
We get anything,
I want to set up a chase car
about a block away.
You guys handle that?
We'll be on the roof.
No problem.
Cameras?
Yes! Cameras.
Binoculars.
We can even get an airship
to fly over and do some aerial.
Good, good,
good call.
All right? Now, let's
get this guy, man.
Hey.
You mind?
Oh...
Take it easy, all right?
Don't tell me to take
it easy, okay?
Come on, Sal, he didn't mean
anything by it.
Don't need you to translate
for me, Moretta.
Oye.
Como que el sabia
que Mario Ramos trabajaba
por ustedes
tan rapido?
Lo mato el mismo dia
que hablamos.
El mismo dia.
Quizas la rata
esta aqui.
LYDIA:
There's the Mercedes wagon.
RENE:
They have no clue.
Yeah.
It's where kids
are involved,
you just... can never
get used to it.
There go the girls.
Entering the store.
There's the bag
with the ice cream.
That guy that got out
of the pickup truck.
What is that
he's buying?
Is that beer?
I can't get
a good look at
the driver.
He's a big one though.
Fat man
and little boy.
Wait, stop,
stop it, stop it.
I think I can see
the plate.
One, Edward,
Four, Nine...
"O," eight?
Let's get an APB out
on this truck right away.
WOMAN (over radio):
...with those patrol cars.
ANNOUNCER:
Absolutely. We appreciate
your call.
Richard, you're calling.
Where you from, Richard?
RICHARD:
Uh, this is Richard, yeah...
That address we got
off the partial plate
on the pickup truck
came up dry.
Mr. Wayne Dorff
has moved,
no forwarding address.
Yeah, well, his parole officer
is on his way here now
with some updated
information.
You rousted that poor man out
of bed at 6:00 in the morning?
Triple homicide
last I looked.
What's the deal with the
skinny one on the tape?
He's one lucky bastard.
Wayne Dorff's prints were
all over that house,
but they couldn't pull
one decent print
on the skinny one.
Yeah, and they can't get a
decent picture of him either.
This is the best they could do.
The little scumbag
is sleeping late.
Yeah, and that's why
we'll catch him.
What's all that?
Possible motive.
Ryerson's financials
from public record.
He's in foreclosure on a medical
building in Pasadena.
The whole country's
in foreclosure.
Check and see what type of life
insurance he has on his wife.
So what's this?
I say black, you say white?
Why are you trying to
change the subject?
I thought we were
solving a case here.
No, you're just
busting my balls
because I'm not Russell.
No, I'm not.
Yes, you are.
No, I'm not!
(indistinct radio transmission)
Get any sleep?
I'll be all right.
Can't have a partner
that's nodding off.
Can't sleep, I'll give you
a couple Ambiens.
Yeah, I don't need
any of your pills.
Those pills I take
are for back pain.
And this passive-aggression
bullshit of yours
ain't gonna fly.
You got something to say to me,
you just say it.
(camera shutter clicking)
Got another Escalade.
And... no plates.
No plates?
I need the plates, bro.
Why you tell me you
got an Escalade?
You got not plates.
(laughs)
It's like saying you cuff
somebody with no cuffs.
(laughing)
You take over.
Hold this.
Thanks.
You pregnant yet, Sammy?
What?
You and your wife, you said
you were trying, right?
(sighs):
Yeah, we're still trying.
Ah!
I know you are, you
horny bastard!
Keep trying!
How old is she?
She's young.
Young, huh?
You know what they say
about the young ones.
They're fertile.
So, if you're still trying
something must be wrong.
She must not want
it, you know?
Psychological block
or something
going on right there.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
Gotta bust through it.
Yeah.
Hey, Sammy, come over here
for a second.
Isn't this that kid Orlando
we busted last year?
Orlando?
Yeah.
Yeah, right
down there.
Yes, it is.
He's on probation.
We can pop him right now
for gang association.
Get him to roll.
Let's do it.
Let's do it.
Hey, watch your
step, ladies.
Florencia called the Ripper.
Real name Orlando, just left
the building in a green Cougar.
Try to pull him over.
Call me on my cell,
we're on our way.
Yep.
There his is! Go!
There! There! There!
To the right, to the right,
to the right.
All right, where are
you, little bastard?
There he is!
There he is!
There he is! There he is!
Back up, back up!
I got it, I got it.
Back up, back up, back up.
(tires squealing)
Hold up!
(grunts)
All right, here we go.
(chuckling)
(horn honking)
No, no, no, no, no, no!
Come on, guys!
All right, all right,
all right.
Calm down.
Hey, hey.
God!
LYDIA:
How well do you know
Dr. Ryerson?
MAN:
He's a good surgeon.
LYDIA:
Well, still,
his records show
that he lost an expensive
malpractice suit
earlier this year,
death of a
ten-year-old boy.
MAN:
We've all lost patients,
Detective.
LYDIA:
Did you know Mrs. Ryerson?
And what kind of a marriage
did they have?
Happy, I think.
He keeps asking
about her.
Of course, we haven't
told him anything yet.
Thanks for that.
He's still a little
out of it.
Dr. Ryerson?
I'm Detective
Adams, LAPD.
Hello.
I'm going to need to ask
you some questions
about what happened at
your house yesterday.
(groans)
I don't know.
I went in the house
and, uh...
(clears throat)
I don't know.
They said that
somebody, uh, hit me.
That I've had an operation.
You don't remember
anything else?
I think I saw my wife.
Where is she?
They won't let me
talk to her.
Your wife was killed.
What?
She was killed in the
attack at your house.
(sobbing)
God, no, Abby.
No.
Do you have any
idea who might
have done something
like this?
No.
Oh, my God.
Where are the girls?
Do the girls know?
Your daughters were killed, too.
I'm so sorry.
(sobbing):
No.
Oh, God, no.
I'm sorry.
Guy shouldn't
be ragging me
about my sex life--
it's private.
Come on, bro, I was just
passing the time.
Isn't this that kid, Orlando,
we busted last year?
Stop!
Stop running, Orlando!
Whoa.
(woman whimpers)
You okay? Yeah?
(grunting and groaning)
What was that, huh?
Was that a gun?
No, ese.
Did you just throw
a gun, Orlando?
No, ese.
Huh?
RENE:
Hey, Lydia.
Hold up.
Maybe you were right
about this guy.
Who?
Ryerson.
The guy was beaten
to within an inch of
his life, Russell.
And you should
have seen him
when I told him
about his wife and kids.
They weren't even supposed
to be there.
They were supposed
to be in Big Bear
with family and friends,
but the trip was canceled
'cause someone got the flu.
Well, first of all,
I'm not Russell.
Sorry.
But we need to
check the parents
from the malpractice suit.
Could be revenge for
the death of their son.
Maybe, but what
you just said
about the girls were
supposed to be gone--
doesn't that
strike you?
Of course,
I know how it sounds.
What is this?
I say black
and you say white?
Well... touch?.
But what would
you say
if I told you
that the doctor
might have known Wayne Dorff?
How?
Because that's
what I found out
digging through the doctor's
cell phone records.
Calls to Wayne Dorff?
No, but calls to the rehab
center on La Mirada.
Town of 9.8 million--
that's some coincidence.
MAN:
He's one of our doctors.
Been coming here
two Saturdays a month
the four years I've
been director.
Did Doctor Ryerson
have any dealings
with one of your
clients, Wayne Dorff?
Oh, don't tell me Dorff had
something to do with this.
Did they know
each other?
(sighs)
He had a terrible
staph infection,
and the doctor
cured him.
Big, fat slob.
He was always hitting
the doctor up for a 20,
and this
is the thanks he gets?
We actually
want to talk
to one of Mr. Dorff's
associates.
A skinny guy,
five-eight,
Caucasian.
Danny Sutton.
Bad news.
We used to call them
Sylvester and Tweety Bird.
I'm sure it was Danny
got Wayne using again.
Well, thank you.
If we have any
more questions,
we'll give you a call?
Sure.
Thank you.
So, they saw
the Armani suits,
the cash,
the Mercedes,
and decided to go
for the big score,
and it all went bad.
The mounting financial debt,
insurance...
I still say he could
have hired Dumb and Dumber
to do the wife in.
I'm not ruling
anybody out.
Either way,
they knew where he lived,
so it wasn't a follow home.
Let's run Sutton's priors
and get some units out
looking for him.
Hey, look, about before,
I didn't mean to insult you.
(phone ringing)
I already forgot
about it.
Cooper.
We're on our way.
What's up?
Watch commander.
We're going to do
a follow-up
for the detectives
on the triple homicide.
(phone ringing)
Hey, look,
I can't talk right now.
I'll be there. I promise.
(sighs)
That was my sister.
She's hell-bent
on fixing me up.
Get laid, get drunk.
Try and forget
about this crap.
Yeah.
(sighs)
(grunting)
Oh, God.
Hey, do you need
any help with that?
Ah, I'm great.
I'm good.
Awesome.
Right there.
Right there,
right?
All you got to do
is give us
a little information, bro.
No way.
Big mistake, Orlando.
So... you trust this Gil guy?
Yeah, man.
I trust him.
Why shouldn't I?
(spits)
I don't know.
Sal hates him.
Sal hates everybody.
How does Mercedes feel
about the baby?
Not too good, man.
She's mad at me.
You know,
I promised her
I'd help her find her mom,
but I got too busy
with Valentina,
you know?
(speaks Spanish)
Tell us about Trinny Day,
we'll cut you loose.
No way.
SAMMY:
Huh?
No way.
How about you, bro?
Sure you're ready for a baby?
Ooh!
It's pretty brutal.
What have we got there?
So, you want that lawyer?
Yeah.
Big mistake, vato.
May I see your Box Club Card please?
(mouth full):
Yeah. Yeah. Sorry.
Are you
Samuel Bryant?
I'm Tammi Bryant.
I'm sorry-- I can't
accept his card.
I am Mrs. Samuel Bryant.
You need to have
your own card.
What? Why?
Because those
are the rules.
But you can get one
at customer service.
But I have waited in line
a really long time.
It's $50 to join.
Well, I don't have $50.
We accept American
Express now.
This is ridiculous.
Lady, why don't you
just go get a new card!
No, no, this is how
they get you, man.
Look, why can't I just
use my husband's card?
Come on, this is BS.
Please.
Ma'am, please don't
swear at me.
Oh, oh, oh, swearing?
You call that swearing?
I will scorch the cilia
off your ear,
little... you little
Box Store toady.
Hector, we need a
restock over here.
TAMMI:
Whoa. No.
That is not going to happen.
Yeah, we need to
put all these items
back on the shelves.
Hey, hey,
don't touch my stuff!
What... this is mine.
No! Give me...
CASHIER:
Guard!
This is ridiculous.
Ma'am.
You're going to
have to leave now.
Don't touch me.
My husband is a detective
on the Los Angeles police force!
(crowd cheering and applauding)
(garbled radio transmission)
SAMMY:
Hey, man.
Hey, you mind, pal?
You know, this don't work
too good if they look up
and see a freaking
police car. Huh?
How is it going?
Great.
So, what have we got?
A little hot
in here, huh?
That's an understatement.
(chuckling)
All right.
Let's see what
the children are up to.
Hey, that guy you chased down
with the gun--
still not talking?
NATE:
No, man.
He lawyered up.
He's scared shitless
of Trinny.
What?
Nate, come here.
What's your daughter
doing here?
(dogs barking)
(sighs)
That's too bad.
Let's check out some
of the neighbors.
See if anyone
knows anything.
Yeah.
That's them.
What?
That's them.
Let's go.
Grab the plate.
How do you know?
I know.
Three Tom Henry...
Ocean...
Three Tom Henry Ocean.
Go.
(siren wailing,
tires screeching)
BEN:
A-43. Show us in pursuit
of a green
Toyota Tercel,
license plate Three
Tom Henry Ocean
Four Seven Nine.
Northbound,
east of Vermont,
on 40th.
Right, right,
right, right.
(tires screeching)
Come on, where'd you go?
Where'd you go?
Got him.
I got him-- 3:00.
(tires screeching)
(siren continues wailing)
(tires screeching)
(siren shuts off)
(men screaming)
The gas tank's leaking!
Loosen your seat belt.
Let's go! Let's go!
DISPATCHER (over radio):
What do you got up there?
I want to clear
something up.
I'm not an addict.
All right, I'm not
one of these people
like your mother's friends
up there in Beverly Hills
with their ennui and their
Vicodin and their white wine.
I have an on-duty
back injury.
You don't have to
explain anything to me.
That pain medication allows me
to stay on the streets
or I lose
my field certification.
If I can't be out there,
you might as well put
a bullet in my head.
(whispering):
I'll put a bullet in your head.
(siren chirps)
Man, we got everything--
guacamole, salsa, tamales.
Excuse me.
How are you guys
Eat, everybody, eat.
Mariella spent all day working
on these tamales.
Yes, there's
so much food.
They're so great.
Please eat up.
Hi.
She's been so good.
Oh.
Such a good girl.
She's my little
princess.
(indistinct chatter)
Hi.
Hi.
Oh, my God, she's so beautiful.
Yeah.
Can I hold her?
Yes, of course.
Hey.
Just be careful.
She has her daddy's
eyes, right?
You're late.
Where were you?
Nowhere.
(baby fussing)
Where were you?
With Lola, okay?
What's the
matter with you?
Give me my daughter, please.
Come on.
(indistinct chatter)
SAMMY:
Tammi.
In here.
Been sitting
in a hot van all day.
We only busted
one guy.
What a waste.
I'm pissed.
Sorry.
Nice.
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
There's no
toilet paper?!
Hang on a sec.
Here.
What's this?
I went to Walgreens.
Why?
(sighs)
Come on, I asked you
to do one thing.
Why?
No, I'm serious.
I'm owed an
explanation.
I had a
horrible day.
I don't want
to talk about it.
Dr. Ryerson?
Detective Adams.
How are
you doing?
They keep telling me
how lucky I am to be alive.
Well, I came to tell you we
caught the men that did this.
It's not going to bring
your family back, I know,
but at least
we know
they won't be doing
this to anybody else.
You did.
You caught them?
(phone ringing)
This afternoon.
I'm sorry, I need
to take this call.
Yeah?
It's him, it's the father.
What do you mean?
I'm at Danny Sutton's
sister's place
and everything is here--
the girls' laptop,
everything-- but also--
and this is going
to blow your mind--
we found a wallet-sized photo
of the wife.
Yeah?
And on the back,
we pulled off
the doctor's thumbprint.
And remember those phone calls
on Ryerson's cell
I couldn't I.D.?
I now have
the prepaid cell they went to.
Well, that's
wonderful.
I will let
the doctor know.
I'm here with him now.
Sure, I'll give him
your condolences.
I already have the uniforms
on their way.
So, these, these men, did,
did they say anything?
What, what are you doing?
You're under arrest.
What are you
talking about?
For the murder
of your family.
This is crazy.
Get these off me
Somebody help me.
Nurse!
He's all yours.
Make sure I get
my cuffs back.
OFFICER:
You got it.
Hey, sis.
Hi.
Okay, they're
still parking.
Yep.
Ben, you are going
to love Lilla.
Is that sake?
Yes.
She's really cute,
she's smart.
Her dad's some hotshot
entertainment lawyer,
but I swear
you would never know it.
And Ward and Olivia
are coming, too.
I know, I'm sorry, look,
I just couldn't get out of it.
Okay?
And here they come.
Hi.
Hey,
handsome.
Hey.
Hey, girl.
Don't worry,
man, I put
my money in the meter.
You parked valet.
Hi.
Hi.
This is
Lilla Greenberg.
My big brother.
Lilla, Ben Sherman.
Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
Okay, so I ordered a bunch
of sashimi for everybody.
I got some robata
coming for the guys.
Ooh, no raw salmon,
though.
They took a 20-foot worm
out of an agent from UTA.
Oh, so it's bullshit
'cause I heard it was
an agent at Paradigm,
a woman, but, you know, that's
how those things get started.
OLIVIA:
Totally.
So I, I heard you were
a police officer.
Yeah.
WARD:
Yeah, we got,
we got Wyatt Earp here.
He got in a big old shoot-out
the other day, right?
(yelps, laughs)
You guys don't even know,
do you?
Ben is the first person
to make it
to the triple murder
in Hancock Park.
Whoa, dude.
OLIVIA:
God, that's awful. The mom
and her two daughters?
Really, Ben?
That was you?
TMZ said it looked
like Manson in there, right?
Yeah, it was
pretty bad.
My mother said the
girls were raped
before they were killed?
OLIVIA:
Oh, God...
CHLOE:
Yeah, actually,
how did they kill them?
I mean, the newspapers--
they didn't really
say anything, right?
WARD:
Oh, that looks great.
Uh...
Right here.
Look at all that.
I am gonna need
some more ginger.
Thank you.
Arigato.
(Olivia laughs)
Okay, so, what,
you just walk in there
and they're all just
lying there dead?
Maybe he doesn't want to
talk about it, you guys.
No, but really,
were they, like, tortured?
CHLOE:
Olivia, being
raped is torture.
Okay, no,
but you hear
that they do
all this awful stuff
like cigarette burns...
Uh, you know what?
I, I'm sorry,
it's been a long day.
It was really nice to meet you.
(laughs)
Okay.
RENE:
Remember you were wondering how
the convenience store fit in?
I think it was just
one of those things.
The killers go to the house
at the agreed time,
but instead
of being alone,
the wife's got the girls
and they're going somewhere.
So they think "What the hell?"
and they follow them.
"Maybe she'll drop
the kids someplace
and we can murder her
when she gets back home."
They go to the convenience
store, they get a good look,
and they're thinking they
might have hit the trifecta,
so they follow them back to
the house and they kill them
and then
they kill him, too,
because at that point
they have to.
Probably.
"Probably."
Is that good?
It's good.
(squeaking)
(glass breaking)
Aw, shh...
Oh, my God, Mommy, help!
Shh... it's me.
It's me.
What are
you doing?!
What does it look
like I'm doing?
I don't know!
I'm crawling
through an unlocked window.
How many times do I have
to tell you?
You almost gave me
a heart attack!
Well, it's better than
being raped and murdered, right?
(door opens)
Oh, Jesus, you've got
to be kidding me.
What are you doing?
He crawled
through my window!
SAL:
It was wide open.
You're crazy!
He's nuts, Mom.
Listen, I don't care
if you kill yourself smoking.
That window stays locked
at all times.
Do it again, young lady,
and you're grounded.
You hear me?
Put the gun away,
for crying out loud.
("Mystery Achievement"
by Pretenders playing)
? Mystery achievement ?
? Where's my sandy beach,
yeah? ?
? I had my dreams... ?
You know, it goes against
my business instinct,
but you might have a little
drug problem happening.
Just get out of here.
(chuckles)
Okay.
(gun firing, shells clinking)