The Red Road (2014–2015): Season 1, Episode 3 - The Woman Who Fell from the Sky - full transcript

Dude, calm down.

My friend says this guy always
comes out to smoke on his break.

Ugh!

- You ready?
- I got this.

Don't watch us...
watch the hall.

Where's your goggles?

- Jesus.
- Get 'em.

You okay?

D-do you need
some water?

Here we go.

Why are you wearing that mask?



This is just a dream.

Oh.

Good-night.

Get in.

Dad?

Dad!

Hey, Katie.

What are you doing?

I don't know.

When is mom coming home?

Soon.

You know, mom usually
wakes up Rachel.

She won't get up unless
somebody makes her.

Well, maybe today,
that somebody can be you.



- Like she'll listen to me.
- Katie...

I'm just asking for
some help here, okay?

Go get ready for school.

The driver left the scene.

Left this child there to die!

- Hey, Harold.
- Captain.

It's been nine days!

Catch this shit show out there?

Nine days since the accident

and no arrests have been made.

So, here's the question...

do the police value
the lives of our children?

No!

Chief Mac is going
to town with this.

How's Jean?

She's, um, you know,

we thought she'd recover
better in a hospital.

So, that's where she is.

Well, did she say anything more

about the night
of the accident?

No.

Hmm... steer clear
of the protesters.

We no longer will tolerate

the legacy of
disenfranchisement!

How do you know
you're not gonna get caught?

- 'Cause Kopus is smart.
- Mmm.

Robbing an old folks'
home is smart how?

It's not that big a deal...
it's insured.

Nobody got hurt.

Were you scared?

A little, at first.

Then it's like,
I got super focused.

Should've taken the
SATs right after.

Oh, my God.

- If my dad ever found out...
- He won't.

I'm so glad
you're back in school.

Me, too.

- What?
- This is wrong.

It isn't working.

I don't feel like myself...
nothing's working!

Well, that's the
anti-psychotics.

Why are you givin' her pills

that don't make her
feel better?

They will... we just have
to find the right dosage.

Well, how long is
that gonna take?

Well, brain chemistry
is a tricky thing.

_

Why can't you just
put her on something

that's worked for other people?

I don't understand...
she's saying-she's saying

she's worse than
when she came here.

But it's a process to
find the right dosage.

I mean, she's sitting here
like a guinea pig.

I mean, can't you just
give her something

you know is gonna make
her feel good, at least?

Well, this-this drug
we know will work,

- but it's a process.
- And, in the meantime,

she gets to feel like shit.

This is a process...
give it time.

I wish you were dead.

Jean?

Jean?

Sorry.

What did you just say?

It's a process,
but we'll get there.

I promise.

Okay, guys,
I need you to focus here.

So, we know he was wearing
a light blue jacket.

Spector, I need you to
hit this area, again.

- Already checked it.
- Yeah, well,

you blew through it
too fast, okay?

This is only a quarter mile

from the point
he was last seen.

If we can find something
he might've dropped,

get an LKP, this is a whole
new ball game, all right?

All right, let's do it.

- Libby.
- Go ahead, Harold.

I'm a half mile
east of the lake.

I just found a big sinkhole.

Copy that...
proceed, ten-forty.

Listen, if this kid
was walkin' around

out here at night, chances are,

he could be down at
the bottom of this thing.

Harold, you there?

Harold, what's your status?

- Stand by.
- Ten-four.

You know you guys should be
wearing orange vests, right?

You're wasting your time.

Come again?

If anyone was lost out here,
we'd have seen him.

Anybody ever fall
into one of these?

I used to play in this dirt.

Don't get any of it on ya.

Hey, it's me.

Jack?

Oh, buddy...
What?

What are ya doin', huh?

Need some water?

Ah, shit!

You broke my guy's arm.

'Cause he was followin' me.

Don't have him follow me.

He told me you're not cookin'.

You're not sellin'...
What the hell are ya doin'?

This is what I'm doin',
Jack... see that?

I need a gun.

Hey...
This'll work.

You got ammo for this?

That's my gun.

It's mine!

You want a gun,
you gotta pay for it.

I need a gun to make the money.

Hey, guess what I
found out last night?

My girl's pregnant.

And I'm gonna do it right
this time... I am.

I'm gonna raise
that baby right.

I never told you this,
but your, you know,

your mother, Marie,

she wanted to have you aborted,

but I said, "No, Marie...
come on, honey, baby.

Maybe you'll have
a beautiful baby girl."

But, uh...

then she had you.

Come back with some money,
I'll give ya a gun, okay?

Where ya goin'?

Where ya goin'?

Hey!

Come on, let's go.

Hey, where ya goin'
with that dog?

- Hey, that's not your dog!
- Screw you.

Awesome... grandma
and grandpa's house.

You're sending us to prison.

Well, good... I'm glad
you see it that way.

I'm sorry about this, honey.

Why do we have to stay here?

'Cause your grandparents
can keep a better eye on you

than I can right now.

Look, I have to go to work.

You girls can't
just be home alone.

Why can't you just
take the day off?

Because I can't.

I mean, you can't
just take days off.

This isn't what
I want to do, okay?

It's what I have to do.

I'm just trying to keep
this family afloat.

I'm not worth anything,
if I can't do that.

Sky Van Der Veen.

- Phillip Kopus.
- Yeah, I know who you are.

Do you mind if I sit down?

Wow.

You're a lawyer.

I thought lawyers were supposed
to argue all the time.

You were the quiet one...
you never said anything at all.

You don't remember me.

Yeah, I do.

Big eyes, big ears.

You were shy.

Your dad died when
you were real little.

- I remember that.
- Yeah.

You know how I know you?

No.

I was seven.

I used to stare
out my window...

watching the high school kids
wait for the bus.

All the boys would shove
each other, showin' off,

but not you.

Even if someone tried to
start something with you,

you'd just watch.

The old bus stop off Route 27?

Mmm-hmm... lived in
the green house.

- You live there now?
- Brooklyn.

City mouse?

I come up every month or so.

What have you been up to?

Uh, this and that.

You were in prison, right?

So, was prison
"this" or "that?"

Uh, "that."

Can I talk to you?

Yeah...
Um, can you excuse me?

- Mmm-hmm.
- Sorry.

Uh, don't be pissed, but
that guy wants a bigger cut.

- Which guy?
- The guy that tipped us off.

Says he wants more pills,
or he's gonna call the cops.

I guess he's got a cousin
on the force, in Riley.

Tell him no.

- Takin' off?
- Yeah.

All right.

Uh, my gram lives
up Deer Hill Road.

She falls asleep
every night on the couch,

watching reruns on TV.

Wanna come up tomorrow?

Cook us dinner.

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

We'll catch up.

Somethin' like that... yeah.

So, why do you say that your
medications aren't working?

Because I feel like shit.

You know, it's-it's
not uncommon

for people to self-medicate
with alcohol,

in order to disguise
their symptoms.

I don't understand...
what does that mean?

- Jean?
- Hmm?

How long have you
been hearing voices?

It's been months?

Years?

You can talk to me.

Are you afraid,
if you admit you hear them,

then they'll have more power?

No.

Well, the sooner
you talk to me,

the sooner you can go home.

When did it start?

It wasn't like it is now.

It was just a fuzziness,
just a random thought.

It didn't feel like
it came from me.

It felt like...

someone else put it in my head,
and I don't know...

I just assumed it was...

- part of being pregnant.
- Pregnant?

With our first...
with Rachel.

_

There's dead bees
on the driveway.

Dad walked out there in socks,

and one of the dead
bees stung him.

I love the dead bees.

My sister is sitting in that
guy, Kopus', truck out front.

I guess she's not coming
in because of the rain.

She's gonna get
struck by lightning.

I want ghosts to be real.

I wanna be a ghost when I die.

I would spy on people.

I would walk on water,
and stand on airplanes,

while they fly.

Why are people
so scared of ghosts?

'Cause if there are ghosts,
it means dying is okay.

What is that...
Vicodin?

It's oxy...
top-shelf, man.

- How much?
- Ten dollars.

Come on, man.

This is pharmaceutical grade.

Can I help you?

"Can I help you?"

Spoken like a future
Walmart checker.

You shop at Walmart?

Just because Rachel
slummed it with you,

doesn't mean
you're welcome here.

- This is your party, huh?
- Yeah.

This is my party.

Your party kinda sucks, man.

- You think so?
- Yeah.

- What you got there?
- Back off, man.

I don't dig guys.

Ooh!

Hey, give that back.

Nice!

Thanks.

Ooh!

Junior?

June?

Come on.

Come on, you're gonna be late.

Up-up.

You'll be late for first bell,
if you don't get up now.

Get goin'...
come on.

Oh, my God...
What happened to your face?

- Nothing.
- That is not nothing.

Did this happen when
you were with Phillip?

- Let me see.
- No... God, you're his mother.

- Why do you hate him so much?
- I don't hate him... I'm worried about you!

Well, don't worry.

I have cancer.

What?

I have cancer, okay?

You gotta... you gotta stop
gettin' into trouble.

You hear me?

How long have you known?

Not long.

What's gonna happen?

What's gonna happen is,

I'm not gonna be
around forever.

That's what's gonna happen...
Do you get that?

So, pull it together.

Don't make me beg you to
do the right thing, okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Good.

You want some eggs?

I'm gonna make some eggs.

License and registration.

You recognize me?

You remember my daughter?

No.

Get out of the car.

Put your hands on the roof.

- Those aren't mine.
- Mmm-hmm.

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.

Oh, my God!

Grandpa, you scared me.

- Everything okay?
- Yeah.

Uh, well, I found a
suitcase in the closet,

and it's not there anymore.

Do you know if grandma
maybe moved it?

Suitcase full of
cassette tapes.

There were tapes in it?

I thought Sylvia
threw those away.

She should've.

But, he was your son.

I just don't think it's
healthy to dig up the past.

You understand?

So... who's Linda Washington?

I don't know.

She a president, or singer,
or somethin'?

No, she's a gym teacher.

Lives over in Airmont with
her husband and three kids.

She was prescribed those
after she had knee surgery,

and she told me
she doesn't think

any of her medication's
been stolen.

So, how'd you get these?

I don't need those...
my knees are fine.

How about these?

Do you want 'em?

- You can have 'em.
- That's nice of you.

I'm a nice guy, like you.

Yeah, these came from
a drug wholesaler.

Gave him a call.

Seems they do most of their
business with nursing homes.

See, that got me thinkin'
about that robbery.

You know the one
I'm talkin' about?

No, what...
somebody got robbed?

- Yeah.
- That sucks.

Yeah, yeah, it sucks, Mike.

If only the guy who did it
was stupid enough

to get pulled over
with these in his car.

And you know what
would be even better?

If he had enough priors,

we could lock him up for
the rest of his natural life.

The guy in the
interrogation room?

Pretty sure he was the one
who robbed that nursing home.

How do you know?

- What'd you bring him in for?
- Possession.

Hey, Harold,
your boy's ride is here.

Tell him he doesn't
need a ride.

Yeah, all right...
I'll go talk to him.

H-hang on just,
uh, one sec.

You know where you are, right?

Let him off with a warning.

You're dreaming...
he's already on the log.

- There's nothin' I can do.
- You better hope there is.

Just tell him
I'm waitin' out front.

Oh, guys, stop!

Uh, sorry.

Um, the pills
are his brother's.

He just showed me
the prescription.

You wanna... you wanna
walk him out for me?

I guess I got
a little overzealous.

I'm taking the detective
exam next year.

I'm lookin' for a good catch
to put on my resume.

Yeah, no kidding...
good for you.

Can I go finish my lunch, now?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

This is where Jack lives.

Half of this is for him,
half's for you.

Do not show him it all...
he will take the whole thing.

So, you get your part
before you go in.

Okay.

Make sure he gives you a nine.

Not some revolver he's
been hammerin' nails with.

You gonna say somethin'
about that eye?

Some guys jumped me.

They... they stole my pills,
my money.

I messed up, man...
I'm sorry.

Don't worry about it.

They'll come back
beggin' for more.

When they do,
charge 'em triple.

When I was your age,
I got beat so bad,

my face swelled up
like a pumpkin.

I was blind.

My eyes were slits
for three days.

But it made me stronger...
it's a good thing.

Anything that makes you
stronger is good.

- We're free!
- Whoa!

- Hey.
- Hey.

Oh, your eye.

- Yeah.
- Are you okay?

- Does it hurt?
- Yeah.

- You should see the other guy.
- Oh, yeah?

Was it pretty bad?

I'm all right.

What time is the train
supposed to get here?

I don't know...
ten minutes, five minutes.

You sure you're not
gonna get caught?

No.

Who cares?

Let's go.

I danced my first pow-wow
with your mom.

- Really?
- Mmm-hmm.

My grandmother made me
a new blanket

with long, red fringe,

and Maria taught me
the blanket dance,

and we did it.

I think you'd already left.

Probably.

Anyways, it was my first
and my last pow-wow.

I figured an academic
scholarship

was a sure way outta here.

Where'd that ticket take ya?

Berkeley, and then Yale,
for my law degree.

Kinda sorry I missed
the blanket dance.

Yeah.

So, how come Mac doesn't,
um, think much of you?

You gotta ask Mac.

Hmm?

- You workin' for the Morgans?
- Consulting.

If anything concrete comes up
with that hit and run driver.

I mostly come up to help Mac
with the paperwork

for the BIA.

The federal recognition
means federal funds,

which we need.

You know people are
gettin' sick around here.

Yeah.

Why'd you come back?

Oh, I don't know.

Nowhere else to be.

So, do you feel different,
now that you're back,

or the same?

I guess both.

Thank you for dinner.

You're welcome.

Good night.

I remember you from
the, uh, bus stop, too.

Here, you take this money.

Where's Phillip, huh?

- He sent us.
- Yeah.

Get in here.

Come on in.

We're havin' a baby shower.

Here's the baby, right here.

Here.

Well, we can just take
the package and leave.

We won't bother you.

Hey...

did Phillip tell ya that,
uh, I'm his daddy?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Do you know what it's like...

fathering a murderer?

He's a murderer.

He told ya that, didn't he?

- No.
- Oh.

He didn't tell ya...

that he killed somebody
when he was eight years old?

No.

It was bad.

Bad things happen
in those mountains.

That's why I moved here.

Come on...
let's get the guns.

Let's get the guns...
come on.

Hey, you want some?

Hang onto that.

Here's your gun.

He said it's gotta be a nine.

You don't want it?

This is your gun.

This is your gun...
now, where's the money?

Where's the money?

There.

Let's go.

Hey, kid... hey.

You know, I was thinkin'.

I was thinkin', you know,

look, I don't wanna
give up the revolver.

I like the revolver, okay?

So, maybe...
it... it's an idea.

Take the automatic,
I'll keep the revolver,

and, you know, it'll be cool,

and we'll just, you know,

switch it out.

It'll be like Christmas
and your birthday.

Don't you wanna do it?

Just give me another $100,
and we're square.

I'm sorry, man...
I gave you all I got.

That's all you got?

Oh.

I'm just tryin'
to be nice, man.

Who the hell was that?

Just go.

I'm gonna eat all
of those chocolates.

Oh, my God.

- This place is crazy.
- Wow.

Oh, my God.

Look at this view.

I've never seen
anything like this.

That was insane.

I know...
I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

We're here.

Mmm.

- Hold that thought.
- Ha!

They're askin' a lot of
questions at the nursing home.

What do you want me to do?

I need more pills.

He's gonna be pissed.

I didn't tip you off so you
could treat me like a chump.

Yeah, sorry about that.

You want some more pills?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

How many you want...
100, 200?

Yeah.

Okay.

Just wait right here...
I'll be right back.

Like that.

He changed his mind.

Come here.

Hold out your hand.

Hold out your hand.

Where ya goin'?

I thought you wanted some pills.

Come here.

Ow!

Where do you find these guys?

You helped Mike Parker
rob that nursing home.

Phillip Kopus in on that, too?

Tell me about the drugs!

You're gonna talk!

Where's your warrant?

Well, I saw you
driving erratically.

When I tried to pull
you over, you fled.

Who do you think
they're gonna believe?

You talk to me about
what they're doin',

and then I forget
all about you.

If you don't talk to me,
then I'll tell Phillip you did.

Understand?

I saw this kid at
a party that Mike had.

- Mike sold to him.
- What kid?

Said he was a regular.

- That's all I know.
- Who was a regular?

What are you talkin' about?

The kid...
the college kid.

College kid?

What... him?

Yeah.

What did they do to him?

- I don't know.
- Okay.

- Really!
- What did they do to him?

I don't know!

Tell me what they did to him!

I don't know...
I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know... ugh!

Should we order
room service or something?

We can't.

I told Kopus I'd get the gun
to him by morning.

You're not his lapdog,
you know?

I know.

Is this whole thing,
like, the new normal?

What do you mean?

I mean, illegal activity.

Breaking into places,
getting guns?

You know, you didn't seem
to have a big problem with it

last night.

I'm just...
I'm... I'm saying,

I don't think you
owe Kopus anything.

I don't owe him anything.

He asked me to do this...
I said, "Yes."

He's my brother...
he's family.

Why the hell are you laughing?

I'm sorry...
that's just a little crazy.

You've known him for,
like, a couple weeks.

He just got back from God knows where.

And now, all of the sudden,
you're, like...

Shut up!

Don't yell at me.

You don't know what you're
talkin' about, all right?

You're always whining about
your mom being on your ass.

Poor you, right?

Poor, little,
spoiled, white girl.

You know, she probably
hit that kid.

He's in the hospital
'cause of her.

Why would you say that?

Everybody's saying it.

Go to hell!

Get your own ass home.

What's your name, buddy?

You seem like a Natas.

Natas Kopus.

Good boy.

_

Hey.

How are you feeling today?

How is that boy doing?

What?

How is the Lenape boy,
in the hospital, doing?

What are you talking about?

Harold, I think I hit...
I think I hit somebody.

Hmm?

The night I was driving
up the mountain,

and I thought I...

I don't think the statement I
gave to the police was right.

I-I-I was confused,
and I'm still confused,

but I wanna go back
and tell them.

Who...
Tell... tell 'em what?

Tell the police I think I hit
somebody with my car that night.

What is it...
what is it?

- Don't be mad.
- No, I'm not... I'm not...

I'm not...
I'm not mad.

I'm...
I'm just, um...

I mean, you... you're
remembering wrong.

I'm sorry, honey,
but you're...

you were pretty
messed up that night.

Your... your mind's
playing tricks on you.

No, I remember
driving up the mountain.

I remember hosing down the car.

- You were next to me.
- Okay, listen to me.

Jean, you didn't do anything.

If you did,
there'd be something wrong

with the front of your car.

You didn't hit anybody.

I think you're just...
you're just imagining it.

It's just your
brain made it up.

Oh, God.

It's okay.