The Red Road (2014–2015): Season 1, Episode 5 - The Great Snake Battle - full transcript

(knocking continues)

Yeah?

It's me.

Jack: You bring my money?

I wanna talk to you about
what happened to me in Florida.

Come here.

Turn around, turn around.

You got somethin' to say, huh?

Say it. Come on, say it.

I know you're the
reason I got sent up.

Yeah?



Who told you that? Mike?

Why'd you do it?

'Cause before you left,
I told you who you could

and who you couldn't
deal with down there,

but you didn't listen.

You were bitin' the hand,

so I gave you up, yeah.

You think anyone would deal with
you if they knew you were a rat?

That's not rattin'.

That's discipline.

I did the world a favor.

You went away,
and everything went...

(whistles) smooth.

Now you're on the street again,



surprise, problems are back.

Yeah.

All you do is cry.

Cry to daddy.

Next time I see you,

I want every dollar of
what you and Mike made,

and then we're done.

I never wanna see you again.

You get me?

Can I have my gun back?

(clip clatters)

Last thing I ever give ya.

(lock clacks)

(theme music playing)

(telephone rings)

- Hello?
- Phillip: Come outside.

Why are you calling me?

You want me to
ring the doorbell?

You better start drivin'.

I have to give you
something first. It can't wait.

You really wanna
go back inside, huh?

It's for you.

- Go, now.
- I'm not leavin' until you take it.

Jean: Hey.

Hey.

Jerry insisted I take some
money for that drill he broke.

I told him next time
wait till the sun comes up.

It's good to see
you running again.

Goin' for another lap.

(music playing)

I have an appointment.

Turn around.

(man speaking Albanian)

Holy shit, Jeton.

Look at this overgrown Indian.

Whoa! (laughs)

Why'd you wanna see me?

You know my xhaxha,
my uncle, how you say,

he tell me you saved
him from getting killed

down in that dungeon in Florida.

He's kind of old and stupid,

so I want to see you for myself.

Well, here I am.

Man: Need it on the fifth.

All 5,000 tablets.

I know.

You do understand we're
not very nice people, huh?

Then why do you have a picture
of Mother Teresa on your wall?

'Cause she's Albanian,
you stupid Indian!

Man: You know what?

You should pray to her.

- Get on your knees.
- (man #2 cocks gun)

There's a golf course
by Ocean City Airport.

Need to bring the
delivery to us there.

Deliver?

Your uncle said you
were gonna pick it up.

It's not a problem, is it?

No.

Good.

(speaks Albanian)

(birds chirping)

(police radio chatter)

Phillip: Need to make
smuggling compartments

we can stuff the pills in.

We'll wait until the
fifth to load it up.

Then we just drive to
Ocean City and we're done.

Mike comin'?

Nope.

He freaked after the DEA thing.

Left town for a while.

So when you took
your girl to Jack's,

did he hit on her
a little bit or a lot?

No, it was nothin'
like that, man.

I'm surprised.

He was always trying to get his
hands on the girls I brought home.

He was really messed
up on Oxy, I think,

sayin' crazy stuff.

Yeah, what about?

You, I guess. I don't know.

Well, don't keep me in suspense.

He was sayin' you killed
someone when you were eight.

I didn't do that on purpose.

We were playin' in the
woods by the highway.

Kid's name was Sidney.

And we found this
medallion from a '76 Hornet.

It's a lousy car, but it
had a cool medallion.

And he started
fightin' me for it.

And we ended up beatin'
each other down this hill,

and the hill just
dropped off, you know?

Dumped us on some rocks.

Sidney landed funny and I
came down on top of him.

And when I got up...

he was just starin' at the sky.

His neck was turnin' purple.

So I ran home and told my dad.

I took him out to show him...

and he takes a look...

and tells me to go home.

So I do.

I waited up all night
for him to come back.

And he shows
up in the mornin'...

lookin' like...

I don't know.

He told me if I
ever told anybody,

the cops would come
and take me away.

He thought I killed him.

He didn't believe me.

How about you?

What?

You believe me?

Yeah.

You're a good brother.

I'm gonna check on the trunk.

(police radio chatter)

All right, good work, guys.

Give us a few
minutes, all right?

Alcala: Yeah,
that's Denis Bradley.

Medical examiner:
Looks like he drowned or...

Well, let's take a look here.

Yep, got one, maybe
two bullet wounds.

Could be more.

Gun he found was
a nine millimeter.

Look consistent with that?

Medical examiner: Well, won't
know for sure until we get him back

to the coroner's
office, but I'd say so.

Nice work.

Alcala: Let's
notify the parents.

Woman on telephone:
Information, how can I help you?

Hi, can you check the local
listings for Phillip Kopus?

K-O-P-U-S.

One moment.

I have no listing
under that name.

Can I help you with
anything else, ma'am?

No, thank you.

(telephone rings)

- Hello?
- Harold on phone: It's me.

Harold, what is it?

They found the
college kid's body.

Someone shot him,
dumped him in the lake.

You okay?

You want me to come
home? I can come home.

No, I'm okay.

Are you? Are you okay?

Yeah.

It's a good thing.

It's over now.

I'll see you soon, okay?

- I love you.
- Jean: I love you, too.

Officer.

I wanna thank you.

We can bury him now.

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry for your loss.
- Thank you.

I'm really proud of you.
I want you to know that.

You got us out
from under this thing.

Could've gone on forever

and we would've ended up
lookin' like a bunch of clowns.

But I gotta ask ya,

because NYPD and the
state police are askin' me...

what made you look three
miles outside the search radius?

Remember, that's where
they found Brian's body.

I couldn't put that on the
report, but that's the reason.

How come you didn't tell anybody
you were goin' out there to look?

Well, I wasn't sure I
was gonna find anything.

And you just got lucky?

Yeah.

All right.

Go home, get some rest.

'Kay.

Hey.

A little celebratory breakfast.

Wow.

Why? For what?

They were talking
about you on TV.

We can talk about whatever you
want. Wanna talk about football?

Who's goin' to the
Super Bowl this year?

Look, all's I did was find
somethin' in the woods.

Can't we just have breakfast?

I don't want you to be
afraid of upsetting me.

I just want everyone
to tell the truth now.

If there's anything you
aren't telling me, just please...

Sure.

There's nothing.

You ever heard of
a kid named Sid?

- Used to live around here.
- Mm-mm.

Did you take your
pills this morning?

You out?

I don't want any more.

You're gonna get caught.
It's not worth it to me.

I don't understand you.

Been tryin' to clean up the
woods, do all this stuff for the tribe...

but you don't even wanna
take care of yourself.

The hell kind of
sense does that make?

If you don't want me to get 'em for you,
then you gotta get 'em some other way.

That's just the
way it's gonna be.

Phillip: Mornin'.

Want a ride?

- What's up?
- Breakfast.

Phillip.

I heard Mike's house got raided.

Weren't you stayin' there?

I wouldn't be
standin' here if it was.

I figured he wasn't good for
me to be around, you know?

I got a room at the Camford Inn.

I'm just gonna
take him to school.

Maybe...

maybe you are giving Junior
what he needs, maybe not.

But just don't let him down.

He doesn't need that.

Yeah.

We're hiking up
to the mine later.

We gotta pack everything
up tight, get ready to move.

You good?

Mike called me last night.

Well, if he calls again,
you tell him to be careful.

He's supposed to be layin' low.

Hey, Junior...

it's just me and you now.

- It doesn't add up.
- We're busy.

Got a positive
match on the prints.

Name's Jack Kopus,
war vet, lots of priors.

Last known address
is in Brooklyn.

- Now, come on.
- What?

There a problem?

I think you know
what my problem is.

You're either a
psychic or you're a liar.

I gotta ask you,
how's your wife?

- Excuse me?
- Your wife.

I understand she
got into some trouble.

She's in a nuthouse, isn't she?

Whoa, whoa!

- Harold! Hey, come on!
- You're dirty, buddy.

- Come on, let's go, let's go.
- No doubt about it. You're dirty!

- You're a dirty cop!
- Officer: Hey, hey, hey!

- Harold!
- All right!

Okay.

Captain: Go home.

- What?
- Go home now.

We'll talk tomorrow.

All right, everybody.
Back to work.

David on phone: Hello?

Hi, David, it's Harold.

What is it, Harold?

I need to talk to you
about something.

Uh-huh.

I fixed her car, David.

The bumper.

I switched it out
before anybody saw.

You did what?

I should stress this
is a one-time offer

and it's a very generous one.

It's not an admission of guilt.
There'll be no negotiations.

Once it's done, it's done.

It's the best thing
for everyone.

Your son'll be
well taken care of.

He can attend a good college.

Go ahead and discuss.

I'll be out front.

(sighs)

This is what he needs.

This helps him.

You know what
message this sends?

That we can be bought.

Chief, respectfully,

I don't believe this
is about a message.

Let's deal with reality.

If we go to trial, there
are no guarantees.

And, as of right now,
there are no witnesses.

Well, let's not pretend
we don't know the truth.

It's wrong to pretend that if
we go to trial we could win.

That's the truth.

The state could
still prosecute her.

But that's not likely, is it?

We take this, nothing's
ever gonna change.

Why is it up to us
to change things?

This is about Paul.

Mac: Paul will always be
taken care of by his people.

You know that.

Your blood counts look good.

- No problems?
- No.

Maybe. I mean...

um, something
happened yesterday.

I saw something.

A hallucination?

I got up early to go jogging.

Felt good.

And when I was heading
back to the house,

I thought I saw Harold out front

talking to someone I
used to see in high school.

This is the same man
you mentioned before?

The one you said had something
to do with your brother's death?

Yes, but then Harold said he was just
picking something up from our neighbor,

so maybe I did make it up.

You're already on the
maximum dose of Clozapine.

- We could adjust...
- I didn't see him how he was.

The man. I didn't see him how
I remember him in high school.

I saw him... he was...

older.

I haven't seen him in nearly 20
years, so how is that possible?

Do you want to see this man?

Do you want for this
to have been real?

David on phone: All right.

I wasn't sure they'd take it,

but they seem to be having
some trouble with their witnesses.

They know they
don't have a case.

So they can't prosecute her?

That's right.

So now we can finally get things
back the way they're supposed to be.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll make sure that we do.

Hey.

(knocking)

Hello?

Hey, I know you're in there.

This is a friendly visit.

Woman: I'm not your friend!

I'm looking for Mike Parker.

I spoke to some kids
he used to sell meth to.

They told me you're
his girl. That right?

All right.

Well, I'll just take
a load off, then.

You just come on out
whenever you're ready.

No rush.

Hey.

I... I just want a minute.

Mike's?

Where is he?

How long has he
been gone, a week?

When'd you last talk to him?

He called me last week...

a couple hours
after he left here.

Said he was in the bathroom
at the High Tide Lobster.

He sounded drunk.

He told me that he loved me.

So, you, um... you
know where he might be?

Hey, you tell me,
you might save his life.

He was going into
the woods a lot,

talked about a mine.

It's not on any of the maps.

Past where the
Hofelen Trail ends.

Okay, thank you.

(water dripping)

I remember when you
used to actually talk.

You're like my shadow now.

Hey, if I couldn't be there
tomorrow, what would happen?

What would happen?
You'd still be poor.

- Seriously.
- Yeah.

Just tell me now, so I
can find someone else.

I just wanted to
know I had a choice.

Yeah.

- What's her name again?
- Chopiak.

(rings)

It's open.

(music playing)

Hello in there. Miss Chopiak?

- NYPD.
- (music blaring)

Open this door, please.

♪ Things will get better again ♪

♪ Somehow she's
keeping it all inside her ♪

♪ But finally the
tears fill our eyes ♪

♪ And I know that
somewhere tonight ♪

♪ She knows how much
we really miss her... ♪

Psst.

Police, open this door!

- Agh!
- Ugh!

♪ She always loved
to swim away... ♪

Just sign here
where your name is.

- Why, for the hospital?
- Mmm.

This is a settlement agreement.

Yes, that's right.

I'm not signing that.
I didn't do anything.

- Honey, it's to protect you.
- From what?

Look, if you'd just
sign it, it'll all be over.

I didn't do anything. Harold
told me nothing happened.

Why would he have told me that?

Because that's what
you needed to hear.

He fixed the car,
Jeanie. He fixed it.

Something did happen,

and I know you know that.

No, he told me.

He wouldn't lie to
me. Harold doesn't lie.

- (chatter)
- (TV playing in background)

What do you want?

Just wanna talk.

You should sit.

You like this place, huh?

Come here a lot?

You got two cops killed.

So did you.

And they're cops.

They're supposed to
know how not to get shot.

You're being stupid, you know?

Asking me to meet you
here, trying to be cute.

Do you no longer give
a shit about your wife?

You forget who's
keeping her out of jail?

So you haven't heard.

- I don't have time for this.
- Oh, no, no, no, no.

This is something
you're gonna wanna hear.

It concerns you and your future.

The Morgans have
taken a settlement.

Means they can't prosecute.

I hope you had a
good time playing me.

I hope it's enough to get
you through what's coming.

And I wanted to ask you...

what were you planning
on doing with all the drugs

you got stored
away up in that mine?

Someone called in
an anonymous tip.

They're cleaning
you out right now.

What'd you think?

It was all just gonna
work out for you?

You never had a chance.

Reporter on TV: Jack
Kopus, the man suspected

of killing two detectives
earlier this evening,

has not been seen since
the shooting occurred...

You told me I
didn't do anything.

You and my father paid them off

and didn't even tell me
what was happening!

Tell me I'm wrong.

Lie to me, Harold.
Lie to me again!

Tell me I... I'm crazy.

Tell me I imagined
the whole thing.

- Get...
- For you.

- For you, okay?
- Get off me!

To keep you out of
jail! Do you get that?

Do you have any idea at all?

- Stop it. Stop it!
- Oh, you wanna tell the truth?

You wanna tell the truth? You
wanna tell the girls the truth?

Hey, girls, get in here!

Your mother wants
to tell you somethin'!

- Stop it!
- No, this will be great.

Come on!

- Come on, sweetie.
- (Jean crying)

It's okay, don't be afraid.

Okay, we're all gonna
tell the truth now!

Come on, Jean.

(tires squealing)

(music playing)