The Red Road (2014–2015): Season 2, Episode 3 - Intruders - full transcript

David: I don't know
why I didn't pick up on it.

I talked to him on the
phone the day before.

He seemed...

sad, but... but...

rational, calm.

He said he was gonna go
to mass with us on Sunday.

I had told him...

how much it helped
us when Brian died.

Sylvia: We wouldn't have
gotten through it otherwise.

Jean: Hmm, well,
according to the Bible,

he's in Hell right
now, isn't that right?



And Brian, too?

David: No, sweetie,
that's a myth.

The Bible doesn't say that.

There's... there's
forgiveness for every sin.

(static, radio tuning)

♪ I ask of Heaven ♪

♪ Please help me to find ♪

♪ My true love you promised ♪

♪ That she would be mine ♪

- (grunts)
- ♪ All mine ♪

♪ I ask of Heaven ♪

♪ Though hopeless, it seems ♪

♪ Please bring back my darling ♪

(knock on door)



♪ The love of my dreams ♪

♪ My dreams ♪

♪ I spend each
lonely night and day ♪

♪ Just hoping soon
I'll hear her say ♪

♪ "My darling..." ♪

I wanted to see if I could

pick up some money
dealing for you.

I know Mike made pretty
good money doing it.

- You're a drug dealer?
- No.

- (baby sneezes)
- But I think I'd be good at it.

I'm out of the drug business.

What are you doing today?

What, are you writing a
book? I don't know yet.

You know, it's been a long time

since somebody did
something nice for me.

I'm sorry to hear that, but I...

I know you did it for
the baby and not for me.

I just wanted to let you
know that I appreciate it.

(baby coos)

I'm sorry to bother you.

I'll let you get back...

to whatever.

♪ I ask of Heaven... ♪

You can come in if you want.

But it's the maid's
day off, so...

It's okay.

(both breathing heavily)

(radio continues playing)

(both breathing heavily)

(baby crying)

Marie: When can we
expect this federal aid?

Sky: It won't be quick.

And if we sue the car
company and we win, how long?

They'll drag it out
as long as they can.

Five, six years, maybe more.

Got a lot of sick people
who can't wait that long.

We need money today.

We'll have to
raise it ourselves.

Charlie: Chief, we've been
working on a few things

we can raise money with
now that we're sovereign.

The museum, for one.

And Larry's got some
good ideas for the craft shop.

We can't raise the
kind of money we need

with museums and craft shops.

No offense, Larry. You
do some fine things.

But we need real money.

Eddie: I don't know why
we can't talk about gaming.

I was out to Pennsylvania
last week to see my cousin.

They've got a little
casino... Nothing crazy...

And they're living
like damn kings.

Let other tribes
chase that crap.

We are trying to
preserve what we are,

not become something else.

That's right.

If we have the means to
help the sick and we don't,

we better have a
damn good reason.

And I'm not sure I'm
really hearing one.

That's because you're
not listening, Chief.

Your brother wanted us

to set ourselves
apart from other tribes,

to reclaim the old ways.

I know that, but Mac liked
books more than he liked people.

He thought he could
bend reality to his will,

and sometimes he
did, but mostly he didn't.

He was patient.

But as most of you
know, I'm surely not.

I need to think on this.

Council wants us to drive you.

Just to make sure
you're protected.

I got a can of Mace
in my glove box.

It's only a couple weeks, Chief.

You guys aren't Secret Service.

You got better things
to do than protect me.

Let me fix this before you
go. Thing's barely hanging on.

It's fine. You don't
owe me anything.

I get that.

But I can't have Mike's kid
riding around in a death trap.

Why don't you hang
here for a half-hour?

I'll take this over
to my mom's house.

Got all my tools over there.

All right. Thank you.

Don't thank me.

You thank me again, I'm
gonna change my mind.

Sorry.

No apologies, no thank-yous.

Just nothing.

It's all I'm looking
for... Just nothing.

Okay.

(door opens, closes)

I wouldn't have supported you

if I knew you were
gonna do this.

You're not a council
member, Sky.

You're an advisor,
and you advised me.

You're in Brooklyn.

Talk to me when you get
an address on the mountain.

All right, you are scared,

and I understand this
is an overwhelming thing

to take on when your
brother has just died.

Your job is to advise
me, not steer me.

Casinos make sense for us.

I get you don't like them.
I don't like them, either.

- (door slams open)
- Tell us where the money is!

- Get out of my house!
- Now!

What money?

Did you see this house
before you decided to rob it?

Okay, okay, okay, don't...

I'll get it. Don't hurt us.

I'll get it. It's in
the bedroom.

- Okay, okay.
- Show me.

- Just don't hurt us.
- Sit!

(breathing heavily)

(gasps) I'm sorry!

I'm sorry.

- Is this loaded?
- Uh... no.

- (clicks)
- (whimpers)

- The money!
- Okay.

Here.

That's all there is. I swear.

Your son stole
150 grand from us.

If you don't tell me
where the money is

and I end up finding it in
this house, I swear to God,

the two of you are gonna
be begging me to shoot you.

Do you understand me?

Do you?

I don't know what you're
talking about. I swear.

- Bring her in here.
- What are you gonna do?

- Come on!
- Let's go!

Go! Come on!

Get in the closet.

Get in there. Get in the closet.

In the closet!

Sorry.

We spent the last week in
upstate New York... Millerton.

It's like Mayberry.

Like stepping
back into the past.

Jean: You've been
going up there a lot.

Oh, it's beautiful...
The lake, the foliage.

We're really falling
in love with it.

So much so that
we bought a house.

- You're leaving?
- What?

We've been thinking
about it for a while,

but wanted to keep it a secret

until we were sure
I was gonna retire.

Sylvia: We want you
all to come with us.

Look, this town will
never be the same

once the Lenape
put up their casino.

And you'll love this place.

It has a great little
police department,

a wonderful school system,

one of the best psychiatric
facilities in the country.

- (scoffs)
- (doorbell rings)

We're not leaving, David.

Harold, I... I know it's a lot,
but please give it some thought.

Afternoon, Lieutenant.

Um, my condolences.

I... I didn't know the
Captain personally,

but he seemed like a great man.

The psychologist
from the state police

is at the station all day

meeting with officers for
mandatory grief counseling.

Aschell having a good time
running the show over there?

I don't know, sir.

I'm just supposed
to let you know

that grief counseling
is mandatory

to resume active duty.

Woman on radio: 76, you copy?

Go ahead.

We have a distress
call from the Tribal Police

at their new Chief's residence.

Armed robbery in progress.

Lieutenant wants you to respond.

Only call for
backup if required.

Over.

Copy that.

This is Lieutenant Jensen.

You should be sending
backup now, over.

Following procedure, Lieutenant.

Bullshit.

Jean: I don't really
want strange people

living in my old house.

They're gonna change everything.

I got to go to work.
We'll talk later.

You can follow me.

You're not on duty, Lieutenant.

You don't get to tell me if
I'm on duty or not, Reed.

Just follow me.

We're gonna do
something for a change.

Yes, sir.

(siren wailing)

- (gunshots)
- (groans)

(gunfire continues)

(groans)

(gunfire continues,
glass shatters)

(gunfire continues)

- (gun clicks)
- Get behind the bed.

(grunts)

(floorboard creaks)

- Man: Come on. Let's go.
- He's seen my face.

Come on.

- (grunts)
- (gasps)

(gun fires, clicks)

You all right?

Oh, you're welcome, dickhead.

Thank you.

It's all right. I'm
gonna find them.

You should let the
police handle this.

Yeah, because they've been
doing such a good job so far.

You all right?

Did you hide money in my house?

No! No, I said!

But you know who they are!

No, but I'm sure as
hell gonna find out.

- Where are you going?
- Hunting.

(breathing heavily)

(metal clanking)

Junior!

Junior!

I got orders from BIA

to partner up with
one of your guys,

search the mountain.

I'm gonna need one of
you to partner up with Travel.

Aschell wants us in town
in case they end up there.

They're on foot.

There's no way they're
gonna get as far as town.

Got my orders, Lieutenant.

Looks like you're
partnering up with me.

Think that's about the
worst idea I ever heard.

How much training have you had?

I did two tours in Afghanistan.

I'm the one who should
be worried, not you.

All right, we'll
start on Deer Hill

and we'll work our way back.

No, they're gonna come
out on Maris, probably,

so we should start there.

Fine. Take my truck.

I don't want to
ride in your truck.

You can sit in the back if you
think it'll be more comfortable.

Sylvia: We started
in here since...

Jean: You're taking
Brian's stuff with you?

No, actually, we were
planning on throwing it out,

but if there's something
you want, just...

Hello?

Hello?

We used to listen to my
father talking in his office.

I think you're
remembering wrong, dear.

Hmm, no I'm not.

Kate, go downstairs
into Grandpa's office

and talk into the vent.

- What are you doing, sweetie?
- Looking for a vent.

You're gonna be
looking for a long time.

Are you playing a joke on me?

I thought you
said it didn't start

until after you were
pregnant with Rachel.

What?

The voices.

Mom, you don't have
to whisper. She knows.

You know she knows.

The house must have
been different then

because I know
we could hear you.

This is so cool.
Can I have this?

Brian loved that thing.

I always used to imagine

that he'd become a doctor
or a surgeon or something.

Can you take
that out to the car?

Yeah.

Harold: Yeah, this
is Lieutenant Jensen.

We're on Deer Hill Road.

Can you please
run a plate for me?

We have a Jersey D3X 846. Over.

Man on radio: Running
the plates now. Stand by.

If it's theirs, maybe they'll
try to come back for it.

This the first time you ever
traveled around here on foot?

Don't you guys
have a standing order

to not get out of your car

when dealing with
us mountain folk?

Well, I can't speak for
the rest of our department,

but I've done more than my share
of walking around up here, yeah.

(chuckles) Brave man.

Risking your life on this
war zone of a mountain.

I was stationed in the
Helmand Province, Afghanistan.

That's what bad looks like.

This right here... this is
the safest place in the world.

Oh, except for our
two armed assailants.

Outsiders.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Anytime anything happens
over here, it's outsiders.

Like your wife, for instance.

Hey, that was an accident.

You want to hate
somebody for it, hate me.

You got it.

- (radio beeps)
- Go ahead.

Those plates belong
to a resident. Over.

All right, copy that.

I just want to hear you
admit that you lied about it.

I mean, come on.

Legally, I can't do
anything now if you tell me,

so just admit it.

My wife's not well.

It wasn't her
fault. It was mine.

Would you like to
go sit under the twins

for old time's sake?

If you sit under the twins,
you have to tell the truth.

(grunting) Oh, God.

Sitting down is getting to be
more trouble than it's worth.

Stop acting so old.
You're not that old.

I'm glad you think so.

You know, at
first, I didn't, uh,

like the idea of moving
out of this house.

This is the place where all my
favorite memories were made.

But, uh, the minute I
started packing things up,

I felt like a weight
was lifting off me.

But what's the point of anything
if you don't keep anything?

If you don't remember things?

The stuff in those
boxes is important to me.

It's proof that my twin existed.

I love your mind, Jeannie.

But the only thing that's real
is what's happening right now...

You, me, sitting
under this tree.

We... we all lost a piece of
ourselves when Brian died.

But if I hadn't let
certain things go...

uh...

might have ended up like Bill.

I never hear them
when you're talking.

- Who?
- The voices.

They're always
quiet when you talk.

I'm starting a
different therapy.

I'm trying to really
understand what they want.

I'm writing things down.

And I think they're saying
the same thing you are...

That I have to get
rid of something.

Try starting with
one of those boxes

and see if you feel any
better once you've done it.

I don't know. That feels like...

murder almost.

You're strong
enough to try, Jeannie.

- Will you do me a favor?
- Mm-hmm.

Give moving with
us some thought.

I... I know Harold's against it.

But given what
happened with Bill,

I don't think he's got the
best perspective right now.

To the Creator, I thank
you for my brother.

(speaks native language)

Hey!

Which way to the Interstate?

Half a mile northeast.

(muffled music playing)

Junior!

- Where's your boyfriend?
- He's not my boyfriend.

Come on. We got to
go. It's not safe up here.

I'm waiting for him. I'm not
leaving until he gets here.

Why isn't it safe?

There's some dangerous
men on the loose.

More dangerous than you?

What if they got Junior?

He'll be all right.

I taught that kid a thing or
two before he wrote me off.

The things you taught him
just about ruined his life.

Stop acting like you
were some kind of mentor.

Seems like you picked
up more from your father

than your mother,
which is a damn shame.

Don't talk about my mother.

How's she feeling these days?

I told you not
to talk about her.

Is she gonna get better?

What do you care?

How is it a guy your age

is still obsessed with
his high-school girlfriend?

It's sad.

Just curious.

No, she's not gonna get better.

She'll have it for
the rest of her life.

(groans)

She wants to see them crushed.

Knock yourselves out.

You don't have to do this.

(box thuds)

Man's voice: (distorted)
One, one thousand.

Two, one thousand.

Three, one thousand.

- (indistinct whispering)
- Four, one thousand.

44, one thousand.

45, one thousand.

46, one thousand.

47, one thousand.

48, one thousand.

49, one thousand.

- 50, one thousand.
- Mom.

- Mom!
- (voices stop)

It's okay.

I'm okay.

Here, you try one. It's fun.

Okay.

(whirring)

Frank: Keep that close.

Let me know if you see anything.

- Appreciate you coming by.
- Yeah.

Gordy, feel better, huh?

They haven't seen anything.

Oh, and they don't
like you, by the way.

Hmm. Yeah.

Well, just wait until you've
been doing this a couple months.

They ain't gonna
like you, either.

I ain't doing this to be liked.

Well, why are you
doing it, then, Frank?

Huh, well, I actually give
a shit about this place.

I want my son to be safe.

I know I can't count
on you guys to do that.

Oh, right, right.

He's, like, the third
person I've seen on oxygen.

It's lung cancer
from the sludge.

Well, how can you be
sure it's from the sludge?

Oh, you think it's
from all the fresh air?

Well, why don't you move?

Well, I'd rather die at
home than live in exile.

Yeah, but you got a kid.

- (groans)
- That's the way, Frank!

You feel better now?

You finished, or you want to go?

I'm good.

Listen, Frank.

(groans)

You gonna let him
get away with that?

Come on, Frank, you big pussy!

Shut up, Gordy.

Come on, asshole.

We got a lot of ground to cover.

Junior: What the hell
are you doing here?

Kopus: Hey, you need
to wake up your girlfriend

and come with me.

Two guys robbed
Marie and Sky earlier.

What? Is Marie okay?

She's fine, but those two guys

are running around
out here, so...

I think I saw them.

I saw them, and I let them go.

Where?

About a half mile
from the Interstate.

Well, if you tried to stop
them, you'd probably be dead.

I think they're the same
guys who took out Mac.

Just come on. We'll
take your girl back,

and then we'll try
and track them down.

Do you have any proof?

I mean, proof that it
was them and not you?

Not yet.

You got to take
it on faith, Junior.

The last time I did
that, I ended up in juvie.

That place toughened
you up, huh?

I didn't like hitting
you with a bat,

if that's what you mean.

You take a lot of
beatings in there?

No.

Does that gun actually work?

Yeah.

You make sure
you keep an eye out.

Don't go sleeping.

Tell mom you're still alive.

Can't believe you really came.

I'm only here because
I was getting worried

you were starving to death.

I brought some food.

You didn't have
to. I'm eating fine.

And it's all free.

It's getting colder out.

Freezing outdoors is a
stupid way to die, Junior.

And you're gonna have all
these people going on the news,

talking about what
an idiot you were.

I'm serious.

- Is Kopus still here?
- No.

I kicked his ass out.

He said it wasn't safe.

Well, I've got lots of
ammo. Don't worry.

I set up a couple alarms, too,

so I'll know if anybody
comes up on us.

You're acting crazy.
You know that, right?

Why's this crazy?

I can count on things out here.

You better not be
talking about me.

I tried visiting you,

but they wouldn't let me
because I'm not family.

Well, I'm glad.

I wouldn't want you
in that place, anyway.

I would have, though.

I thought about trying
to sneak in there once.

You can't get into trouble.

You're gonna be a
big college girl soon.

I guess.

What did you say you
were going for? Philosophy?

Psychiatry.

(sighs) 'Cause of your mom?

You think you're gonna
fix her or something?

What's the matter?

(police radio chatter)

You staying awake over there?

Yep.

Good, 'cause we
might be going all night.

If you're trying to
say you're tired,

I'd be happy to drive.

I'd prefer it, actually.

You're not driving my truck.

My son still has one of
the things your wife left him.

I saw him wearing
it this morning.

Tried to get him to give it
up, but he wasn't having it.

What was it?

Necklace... One of
those little medals.

Guy in my regiment had one.

Some saint.

White guy with a
beard carrying a baby.

Yeah, St. Christopher...
Patron saint of travelers.

Well, see, don't tell me that.

Now I got to let
him keep wearing it.

Hey, here's something.

(siren chirps)

Harold: Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Where you going?

Frank: Who you giving orders
to? You're assisting my ass.

Harold: Dispatch, can you run
a Jersey plate for me, please?

Uniform-Juliet-Whiskey, 792.

Woman on radio:
Copy that. Stand by.

Busted my tire on a log

some jackass dropped
in the road back there.

Where you coming from?

Newark.

What brings you out here?

Going down to Airmont
to see my parents.

We're looking for two men
involved in a botched robbery.

Shot a federal officer.

Well, you're... the
first car I've seen.

(metal clanks)

Hey, why don't you take a break?

Leave it!

Mind getting your
license and registration,

pop the trunk for me?

Yeah.

Yeah, sure thing.

Frank. These aren't his plates.

- (gunfire)
- (groans)

Hey! Hey, stay right there!

Stop!

- (groans)
- Okay, go! Go get him!

(man breathing heavily)

Hey, this is 994. I
need immediate backup.

We're on Deer Hill Road.

Suspect has been shot.
I need an ambulance.

(police radio chatter)

You're okay.

Come on. You're all right.

He lost me on the Interstate.

You guys need faster trucks.

Hey.

We would have had
those guys at the house

if you hadn't have given
the distress call to the rookie.

It wasn't my call.

I know Captain Warren's policy

is to send all mountain calls to
the bottom of the responder cue,

but he's gone now.

We got to use our heads.

If you have a problem
with it, call the mayor.

What?

The orders came down yesterday.

They don't want us
backing Tribal up at all.

Screw the mayor.

We have orders
from the feds to assist.

Listen.

The more it looks like things
are going to hell up there,

the better the chance the
State Gaming Commission

will reject their application.

Well, they haven't submitted
a gaming application.

But we both know that they will.

One of us is gonna
be captain, Harold.

And they want somebody
who knows what the job is.

(baby crying)

- Fixed the door.
- Where the hell have you been?

I've been stuck in
that house all day.

There are no diapers for
the baby, nothing to eat.

Chemical fumes in that
house are making me sick.

Listen, I think it's best

if we steer clear of
each other from now on.

- I don't think it's right.
- You don't think it's right?

That's what I said.

Because of Mike?

You know what's not right?

Leaving town while
his pregnant girlfriend

has to fend for herself.

Mike's an asshole.

He's the one who
should feel guilty, not you.

I don't feel guilty
about anything.

But I can't be banging
my buddy's girl

unless he says it's okay.

It's late. Where are you?

I don't know why you
think that's an option.

Well, you're lucky your father
has something going on at work,

otherwise I'd be sending him
right now to come and get you.

Oh, don't tell
your father, okay?

And you call me first thing.

You're letting her stay there?

Quiet.

I don't think you
should keep those.

They're old and dirty.

They aren't dirty.

Just throw them
away for me, okay?

Thank you.

I killed him.

I just watched the
life go out of him.

We didn't catch the other guy.

What am I doing?

What the hell am I doing?

You're doing your job.

I don't even know
what my job is anymore.

It's all bullshit.

Do you want to leave?

Do you want to take
your dad up on his offer?

Only if you do.

That's not an answer.

For a minute, I thought
moving would be good.

Leave it all behind.

But we just need
to let go of the past,

and we don't have
to move to do that.

Okay.

But I don't know
what's gonna happen.

I blew the promotion.

I wanted to do right.

I wanted you to see me
the way you used to see me.

I do.

No, you don't.

And why the hell would you?

I mean, I lied to
you for so long.

Probably made you sicker.

You have nothing to do
with what's wrong with me.

Just get that out of your head.

You're a good father.

And you stuck with
me through everything,

when you could have
just picked up and left.

I got this on the way home.

I thought it might calm me down.

It's not working.

I'm already turning into Bill.

Don't say that.

What the hell was he thinking
making you go over there?

It's okay. He was scared.

I think he liked
that I was there.

And I feel good about it.

Being there for someone
made me feel useful.

What is it?

Something he said.

I could have
imagined it, I guess,

but the more I think about it...

Well, what did he say?

He said he killed his wife.

And I believed him,

even though I know full
well she died of lung cancer.

(music playing)