The Red Road (2014–2015): Season 2, Episode 2 - Graves - full transcript

(grunts)

(groans)

(sighs)

Smart you didn't run.

- Phillip: No uniform today?
- Oh, uh, I'm not a cop today.

Junior told us what
really happened with Mac.

Said he caught you
trying to flee the scene.

Junior: We're not letting
outsiders handle our business.

We're here to make you confess.

Yeah? And then what?
You gonna hang me?

Stanley: That's not a bad idea.



Tell the truth and
take what comes.

Shit, Junior.

You rounded up yourself
a hell of a posse here.

I hope you brought
something to do it with,

'cause I really
don't like your odds.

(grunting)

(coughs) Oh, hell. A bat?

Come on, Frank. You're
gonna give the kid nightmares.

Give him a gun. (coughs)

Frank: Hit him, Junior.

I won't hurt you,
if you just confess.

If I confess, then I'd be lying.

And I can't lie to you, Junior.

Come on, Junior. You
can do better than that.



Give me that.

(grunts)

(grunting)

(groaning)

- You don't have to do that.
- Back off, Junior.

Last chance.

I didn't kill him.

(groaning)

(grunts)

(coughs)

Aschell. Jensen.

FBI wants us to help them
find Junior Van Der Veen.

Nobody up there
will talk to 'em.

And what are we supposed to do?
'Cause they don't talk to us, either.

What do they want him for?

They want us to make
him reconfirm his statement.

Just something to
put the pressure on.

Get him a little closer to
turning on his scumbag brother.

Didn't you say you were
going to the Chief's wake?

- I know the family a little bit.
- Kid might be there.

Well, I'm not gonna
grab him at a wake.

- I can.
- What, and start a riot?

Be happy to do
that for you, Captain.

- If you can do it discreetly...
- No, I got it.

I got it.

Okay. Thanks, guys.

Harold.

You bring this kid in,
it's gonna look real good.

You read me?

I'll find him.

(distant baby crying)

Good afternoon, Mrs. Jensen.

Hello. It's been eight weeks.

You can check, but
it's been eight weeks.

Eight weeks and three days.

You're slacking.

Woman: You're all set.

Phillip: I need to see a doctor.

Receptionist: Fill out
both pages, both sides.

- But it'll be a while.
- Phillip: Any way to move this along?

Like I said, it'll be a while.

(woman coughs)

(coughing continues)

(coughing continues)

Hey.

Oh, uh...

Had a little run-in with
a half-assed lynch mob.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

What are you doing here?

I'm donating blood. Is that tar?

Smells, don't it?

I shouldn't have left you
in the woods that time.

I wouldn't have done it if
I'd known you were sick.

- Really, I didn't know.
- No, it's okay. It's my fault.

I should have told you.

They let you give blood?

Don't they have
you taking drugs?

Antipsychotics.

Sounds like something
I need, not you.

Don't tell them,
because if you tell them,

they might not let me give.

It doesn't taint the blood,
but they still don't let you.

Don't worry. I'm not
gonna tell anybody.

It's our secret.

I don't know. You sure those
doctors didn't make a mistake?

No, no mistake. There's
plenty wrong with me.

If you say so.

You were in prison?

Yeah, just for a year.

Oh, well, that's nothing, so...

Why you giving blood, anyways?

I'm trying to feel useful.

No one trusts me to
do much these days.

Can't say I blame them, but...

I wouldn't trust me, either.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

I have to go meet Harold.

I hope things
get better for you.

(man chanting)

(chanting continues)

Woman: My Father,

your kingdom is
the earth and sky.

He journeys west

through all seasons

to know your great power.

- Amen.
- All: Amen.

(drums beating)

(men chanting)

I hope you don't
mind us being here.

We just wanted
to offer our support.

Appreciate you coming.

I'm sorry. I lost
my brother, too.

I know how hard it is.

Thank you.

Is Junior here?

Haven't seen him since
the night it happened.

He's like Mac... Prefers
to go through things alone.

Somebody from the FBI
came by looking for Junior.

Is that why you're here?

I'm just paying my respects.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

- (speaking native language)
- Hmm.

- You okay?
- Mm-hmm.

Are they speaking to you now?

Who?

The ones who live in your head.

Ahem.

Word went around after your
settlement with the Morgans.

I'm sorry. I knew I
shouldn't have come.

It was... it's insulting
for me to be here.

You shouldn't be so
angry with yourself.

I have a cousin
with schizophrenia.

He's been asked
to endure so much.

Tried a lot of traditional
and Native treatments.

Really? What kind
of Native treatments?

Can we go home?

I think I just ate squirrel.

I think it might
be venison, dear.

Marie?

Marie.

My condolences.

Mac was one of a kind.

Yes.

I've heard you're to
be named interim chief.

I've been asked.
Hasn't been decided.

I've been busy
burying my brother.

Mac and I had our
differences in the past.

No use denying it.

- On that, we can agree.
- We had moved on.

We recently had good talks
about building a casino here.

Mac was coming around.

Knew I had access to architects,
builders, casino management.

I could help get
everything off the ground.

Mac would never
agree to a casino.

Neither will I if I'm chief.

Never say never,
Marie. People change.

Not so sure about that.

Is Junior here?

You dare show up here?
Get your sorry ass out.

I didn't kill him.

(straining)

I heard you were the
victim of vigilante justice.

You recognize any
of the guys that did it?

A couple of them
seemed kind of familiar.

Well, you should tell Frank.

He's heading up the
Tribal Police force.

Maybe I will. Thank you.

Well, I can't be seen talking
to you now, or ever, really.

Understood. Well, sorry he died.

Sorry for you, I mean.

I did respect him, though.

Maybe even liked him a little.

You're starting to
sound a little guilty.

- Oh, maybe I need a lawyer.
- Oh, no "maybe" about it.

I wouldn't have killed a guy just
for kicking me off of his damn tribe.

That's not why you
would do it, though.

You're working for those
guys in Atlantic City, right?

Mac said they were
friends of your father's?

What the hell are
you talking about?

You think someone's gonna hire
me to kill somebody with this thing on?

What did Mac have
going on with Atlantic City?

Come on, I'd like to
go back to the time

when only half the people on
this mountain wanted me dead.

They thought he might
be interested in gaming.

They were trying to bribe him,

get him to withdraw
our recognition bid.

And then what are
they afraid of us for?

We're 26 miles from Manhattan.

If we build a casino,

we're gonna siphon off a
good chunk of their customers.

(door opens, chains clinking)

Guard: All right,
you got five minutes.

(handcuffs click)

Christ, it's good to see you.

So good.

This a blessed day.

It's a blessed day.

They told me I wasn't
allowed no visitors.

You're not.

I know a guy in the Walpole PD.

He got the warden
to make an exception.

That's good. I knew
you'd find a way.

I'm not here to talk. I just
want to ask you a question,

and then you can go
back to dying in a box.

I love you.

You know, you're
a good boy, Phillip.

I want you to know that.

The Chief was murdered.

- Marie's brother?
- Yes.

That's a shame.

It's a shame when people die,
even people as dumb as him.

The tribe's been recognized,

and I heard your
buddies in Atlantic City

were worried about competition.

Oh. Maybe they are.

So do you know
anything about that?

You got to pay. Come on.

If you want to
know, you got to pay.

One year inside, and
you're already cracking up.

If you don't,
somebody else will.

Sounds like something's
happening out there.

And you ain't the only one
with a pal in the Walpole PD.

I'll tell you one thing, though,

nobody's building
shit on that mountain.

- Why's that?
- 'Cause it's a burial ground.

Ghosts get angry.

Hey, your old man
is in... In chains...

like a slave, and that
doesn't bother you?

This is your last stop.
You're gonna die in this place.

That makes me happy.

Hmm.

If a man die,
shall he live again?

Right.

That's all you got to do
now... Read the Bible.

It's a good book.
You should, too.

(chuckles) You know
you was conceived

in the back of a truck between
a church and a graveyard?

I'd tell you to go kill yourself, but
I know you don't have the balls.

(sighs) If you're here,
then you're desperate,

so come back with some money.

I'm not coming back.

Oh, yes, you are.

Maybe not on
purpose, but you will.

I pray every night that
you'll end up in here with me,

and I know God's listening.

Hey. What happened with Mike?

How'd you kill him? You
bury him up there, too?

(door opens, closes)

(man coughing)

Hmm.

Bitterroot. Just tuck it
between your gum and cheek.

- It will help ease your arthritis pain.
- Okay.

(speaks native language) Hmm.

All right. Matthew
will help you now.

Thank you.

It's a beautiful day
out, Mr. De Freese.

- Let's go outside.
- (speaks native language)

I'm sorry. I realize I
probably should have called.

Oh. I was wondering if
you were gonna look me up.

Hmm.

You had mentioned Native
treatments that helped your cousin...

- The one who's like me?
- Yes.

He tried a lot of
different things

before he finally found
something that worked.

So it was medicine
that helped him?

Not medicine.

He let the voices in.

I'm not sure I understand.

(sighs) For one hour a day,

you find somewhere
that's private,

and you stop fighting.

You welcome in whatever comes...

Voices, visions.

Turn nothing away, no
matter how much it scares you.

No, if I welcome them,
they'll just keep coming.

They'll think I want them to
stay, and my head will explode.

Hmm.

What if I lose control?

Maybe it's not for you.

Like I said, Matthew
tried many things.

You'll find your own path.

Matthew, that young
man, is your cousin?

Yes. He works as my aide now.

He's a big help.

But more importantly,
his spirit is happy.

Warren: So how you doing
on tracking down that kid?

Well, he wasn't at the
wake, but I got a good lead.

Good.

So, I, uh, spoke to the mayor.

Talked up you helping
the feds out on this.

Appreciate that.

I mean, you supporting
me, that means a lot.

I guess the fact that you and I are
once again having lunch together

means that you making friends
at the department was a bust.

I just want to do
my job, you know?

They don't have to like me.

You don't want to
be Captain Ahab.

Wait until you
get the job first.

Hmm.

What the hell are you gonna
do when you retire, anyway,

besides driving Dorothy nuts?

Well, I've been driving Dorothy
nuts since the fourth grade.

Mm-hmm.

Now I guess it'll just
be my full-time gig.

Doctor says she's almost
well enough to travel.

I want to take her
somewhere nice.

Oh, yeah?

You all right?

Yeah.

All right. Better get to it.

- Marie around?
- Eddie: Nope.

I need to borrow that dog.

Who borrows a dog?

- A dog molester.
- Yeah, very funny.

That right? You some
kind of weirdo dog pervert?

It's for the investigation. My
department's assisting the FBI.

What's to investigate?
Kopus is right up the road.

Well, the dog was all
over the crime scene.

He may have gotten
DNA evidence on him.

Come on.

(dog panting)

Attaboy.

(metal clanking)

(barking)

Junior: What are you
doing with Mac's dog?

He was the only one
willing to help me find you.

You been camping out here?

Living, not camping.

The FBI needs to talk to you.

I need you to come with me.

No, thanks.

Are you afraid of Kopus?
You don't need to be.

I'll make sure he stays
far away from you.

I'm not afraid of him.

Then come with me.

I don't trust the FBI any
more than I trust cops.

This is not just gonna
go away. I found you.

Eventually, they're
gonna find you, too.

Oh, here we go.

I heard you agreed
to be interim chief.

Yes, I did.

Tell them you changed your mind.

There's people in Atlantic City who
think you're gonna put a casino up here,

put them out of business.

Which means they're
gonna lean on you.

I think they killed Mac.

My brother wasn't involved
with the mob, Phillip.

Do you have a gun in the house?

Eddie: We can take
care of Marie just fine.

Nobody needs you. You're the
one we need to protect her from.

You need to learn how
to shut your mouth, Eddie.

- Oh, you interested in teaching me?
- Okay, stop.

Yeah, I have a gun.

And I'm a good shot,
as you well know.

I'm gonna watch the
house as much as I can,

but if they want to get to
you, they're gonna get to you.

You can't be doing this,
anyways. You're sick.

I'm in remission,
Phillip. I'm fine.

(timer ticking)

(ticking)

(birds chirping)

Woman's voice: There's
only one soul between you.

Black eggs grow inside you.

Man's voice: Listen to them.

There are twins inside.

You can hear one
eating the other.

Woman's voice: If I
took out your eyes,

could you still see?

You grew together,
but you will die alone.

Man's voice: Can she...

- (animal snarls)
- Woman's voice: You can hear him?

Man's voice: You aren't
listening to us, are you?

(voices continue, stop)

Okay, thanks. We'll
take it from here.

Yeah, I'm good.

Suit yourself.

Okay.

Junior.

The FBI asked us to review
your statement with you.

All you have to do is answer
yes or no. You understand?

Just ask me what
you're gonna ask me.

I don't want to be here
any longer than I have to.

I'll bet you're getting pretty
used to police stations by now.

You were in juvie, right?

That zoo up in Trenton?
I heard it's pretty rough.

I guess.

Well, watch out.
You're almost 18.

Pretty soon, we can start
caging you with the big dogs.

Just ask him the questions.

You stated a few minutes
after you found the Chief's body,

a truck pulled up driven by
your brother Phillip Kopus.

He is not my brother.
We got different blood.

But you are still saying that you
were the first to arrive on the scene.

You're still saying
that's true. Yes or no.

Yes.

And you stated this
happened around 8:00?

Yeah.

Now, the Chief disenrolled Phillip
after he was arrested last year.

Were you aware of that?

You have to say it, Junior.

No.

Has Phillip Kopus
ever threatened you?

No.

Are you aware that
he's been connected

to three unsolved murders
in the state of Florida?

You guys... you
always connect us

to whatever the hell you
don't have an answer for.

So then why bother
telling us the truth?

I mean, that's what
you're saying, right?

Yeah, that's what I'm saying.

- Can I talk to you for a second?
- No.

So which part of this
statement is false...

All of it or just half of it?

- Junior, get up.
- Sit down.

You're free to go. If the
FBI want to interview you,

make sure you have
a lawyer with you.

What the hell are you doing?

Rachel: I... I don't know.
I'm... I'm worried, Dad.

I don't know.

No, her car's still
here, so maybe she's...

Harold, you don't
have to worry about me.

I'm fine. I just
went for a walk.

Okay. Bye.

(telephone beeps)

- You cut yourself?
- I know. It's okay.

I want to finish your
financial-aid forms today.

(doorbell rings)

Don't let that get infected.

Would you like some
toast? I can make you some.

No. No, ma'am.

Are you sure? It'll
take two seconds.

Mom. He said he's good.

Thank you, though.

Well, if nobody wants anything,
I'll just be in the other room.

Those are new.

You like 'em?

Yeah. Cool.

You look... you look pretty.

I, um, tried calling you
while you were in juvie,

but you were always being
punished or something.

It was just for smoking.

I missed you.

Yeah?

Ahem.

Um... sorry.

Um, are you back at your mom's?

No.

I'm living outside now,
the way my people used to

before, you know,
this world turned ugly.

You're not living
back then, Junior.

Yeah, I am.

This world... it's not real.

It's just a shadow
of the real one.

I like that.

Did you make it up?

No.

Listen, why don't you, uh...
Why don't you come out,

see where I'm living?

Okay.

I'll call you.

I don't have a phone
anymore. Mac didn't like them.

He said that they're
worse than cigarettes.

What?

Yeah, he gave me this, though.

I drew a path for you.

(knock on door)

Come on, Captain.
I'll take you home.

Dorothy's probably
wondering where you are.

Aschell told me that kid was
ready to roll on his brother

and you put the
goddamn brakes on.

Well, Aschell was out of line.

I thought you wanted my job.

- I do.
- Well, then you find a way

to pin it on this kid's brother

who we both know
belongs in prison.

Yeah, I wouldn't do that
even if I did think he did it.

You willing to throw
away your promotion on it?

- It's not about him.
- It is about him.

It's about him and you

and that weird
connection you two have.

I need you to listen to me. I
need you to take over for me,

- not Aschell.
- Why?

Because I care about this town.

Because I care about
the people that live here.

- So do I.
- Well, good. Then trust me!

Trust me and do what
I'm telling you to do.

And when the day comes
for you to take over for me,

then maybe you'll understand.

Maybe you'll understand
why I needed it to be you.

Why don't you
sleep it off in here?

Don't let Dorothy
see you like this.

Don't worry. She won't.

(door opens)

Hey!

- What are you...
- Mike was a friend of mine.

It's no big deal. Don't worry.

There's no strings attached.

I just owed Mike.

(car door opens, closes)

(telephone rings)

- Hello?
- Woman: Is Harold Jensen there?

No, I'm sorry. He's
not here right now.

I'm not sure if you remember
me. This is Dorothy Warren's niece.

Yes. Of course I remember you.

We met at Dorothy's
birthday party. How are...

I'm calling because Aunt
Dorothy passed away today.

I don't believe it.

Dorothy seemed to be
doing so much better lately.

I know.

But my aunt was a
pretty private person.

I think she may have
known the end was coming

but didn't want
to burden anyone.

He's in shock, I think.

Thank you again for relieving me
so I can put my little ones to bed.

I'll be back first
thing in the morning.

Can I get you some food?

I could heat you up some soup,
or there's some nice banana bread.

Warren: I don't need
you to worry about me.

Want to make sure
Dorothy is gonna be okay.

Promise me everything will
be nice for Dorothy... top-notch.

Of course. I promise.

They, uh...

want me to bring
something for her to wear.

Could you pick out
something nice for me?

I'm not good at
that kind of stuff.

I'll take... I'll
take care of it.

Shit.

(vehicle approaches)

- What did your father say?
- Not much.

Hey, I stuck my neck
out to get you in there

'cause you said
he had information.

He told me it was
probably the mob.

- Probably?
- Yeah.

He says he knows something
about the mountain...

Something big.

I don't think he's bluffing,

but he ain't gonna give it
up unless he's getting paid.

Really?

He doesn't know shit.

Now I need you to listen to me.

There's a train that's
about to run your ass over,

and I'm done
standing in front of it.

You think I don't know
when I'm being played?

Hey, man, you can't search my
house. You don't have jurisdiction.

Yeah, you're right. Too
bad this isn't your house.

Phillip: Some kids got in there
and made a mess, that's all.

Jensen: Hmm. Looks like
somebody tossed the place.

Kids, huh?

They tore it up pretty good.

Some big-ass kids. What do
you think they were looking for?

Drugs, probably. I don't know.

You know, Junior is this close to
getting sent back to juvie for you.

Like you haven't done enough
to screw his life up already.

Oh, yeah, that's something
coming from you, Lieutenant.

(coat hangers clacking)

I know Dorothy liked these,
especially the yellow one.

Yeah, she called
it her daffodil dress.

Well, I can bring it
to the dry-cleaners

and get it pressed
first thing in the morning

and then bring it over
to the funeral home.

Whenever Dorothy would
wear that yellow dress,

she'd make me wear my gray suit.

I guess they were a match.

Could you...

take the suit in, as well?

Of course. Yes.

Do you need me to do
anything else for you?

Yeah.

Hand me that... That
blanket there in the basket.

Thank you.

Thank you, sweet
Jean, for everything.

Well...

I argued with Harold
earlier. I'm sorry.

It's not important.

Harold will understand.

That's okay. That's okay.

You can leave
those. Leave those.

Bill, I'm... I'm so
sorry about Dorothy.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I killed my wife.

You don't have to stay.

It's over. Dorothy's at peace.

No, I want to stay.

I'll just call Harold
to tell him where I am.

No. A lot of people
coming over in the morning.

I want to be by myself.

Please.

(engine starts, music plays)

♪ Well, I remember yesterday ♪

♪ Just drifting slowly
through a crowded street ♪

♪ With neon darkness
shimmering through the haze ♪

♪ A sea of faces
rippling in the heat ♪

♪ And from that
nameless changing crowd ♪

(gunshot)

♪ A sweet vibration
seemed to fill the air... ♪

(music playing)