02x05 - The Tower

[bunniefuu]

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

[grumbling]

♪ ♪

[snores]

♪ ♪

[g*n clicks]

[whispering]

It's time you move.

♪ ♪

[Frank] Knew this Ukrainian

shylock named Bohan.

Loaned 10 grand to this

White Nationalist f*ck.

Then he comes to collect.

The punk can't pay.

So Bohan gives him

two more days.

Well, if he doesn't pay,

that's it.

He gets hurt.

So, one day to go,

Bohan's 15-year-old daughter

goes missing.

Beautiful girl.

Light of his life.

So Bohan's freaking out.

Then he gets a call

from white boy.

If Bohan forgives the debt,

then he gets his girl back.

Now, the guy didn't

wanna hurt her.

I mean, he's just

f*cking desperate.

- And stupid.

- [laughs]

So, anyway, that's when Joe and

I get the call to find the girl.

Bohan tells us,

"Talk to the girl's godfather,

Luke Delchev."

So, uh... [laughs] We call over

to this f*cking mechanic shop,

and there's this guy

milking car batteries.

Then he'd drill a hole

in the bottom of the battery,

and let the acid drain

into one of these

five-gallon water jugs.

You see, most plastics

and polymers

are pretty unreactive

towards acid...

[chuckles] But every time

he drills the hole,

the acid ruins the drill bit,

so they gotta change it out

every time.

So, in the corner, there's this

pile of spent battery husks,

and his melted drill bits.

And I'm like, "Luka,

what the f*ck is going on here?"

And he tells us that

sulfuric acid is great,

because it melts

the skin and the muscle,

but leaves the bone intact.

[chuckles] You see,

the acid was for the kidnapper,

once Luka found him.

Then he wanted

to start at the feet

and work his way up.

Now, he wanted that white boy

to watch his own body

melt underneath him.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

Did you find him?

[chuckles]

That we did, yeah.

Girl was fine, by the way,

but yeah, we found him,

took him to Luka.

Now we're taking you.

♪ ♪

I lied.

I know where my mother is.

♪ ♪

- Really?

- We were supposed to meet

at the Bridgeport Hotel.

She's probably already there.

[laughs]

You know, Pete,

I really thought my story

might spook ya,

but here you are...

♪ ♪

With jokes.

No joke.

It's the truth.

Mm-hmmm.

♪ ♪

Thanks, Evan.

I really appreciate it.

[Maggie] Come on in.

- Evan just called.

- Oh...

He followed those guys

out to the highway.

They're gone.

You're good to go.

Oh... my God,

thank you so much.

What was that all about,

you having a brother

that got his toe chopped off?

Oh, I was just playing along

to keep her from

pulling the trigger.

Our friend still there?

Yeah, question is why.

- Sounds like you got a theory.

- Well, if he's checking to see

if we're heading out of town,

maybe she's still there,

or close.

I'm telling you, she's on

her way to Bridgeport.

[chuckles]

Yeah, sure she is.

Let me out. He just pulled off,

thinking we've gone far enough.

I'll boost the car, head back,

see if Maggie's still there.

This thing's getting

too f*cking complicated,

- just like I knew it would.

- Up here.

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

- [gasps]

- Go on, take the Maverick.

You already gave me cash.

Car belonged to my ex-husband,

just like the cash.

♪ ♪

[car keys jangling]

♪ ♪

Where the f*ck is this guy?

His truck's here,

but he's not.

[sighs]

Where'd you serve?

[chuckles]

You know,

you can't hide m*llitary.

Third Ranger Battalion, Iraq.

[mumbles] Oh...

I served in 'Nam,

A Shau Valley.

Shouldn't you be

doing something else

other than looking

for this jacket?

You obviously have skills.

I don't wanna do anything else,

and if we're done bonding,

I'd like to get

something to eat.

We'll come back after that.

Yeah, sure.

[inhales sharply, blows]

[blowing]

[sniffs]

[cookie thuds, skipping]

[door opens, creaks]

Otto?

Please, for the love of God,

Grandma,

tell me that wasn't you

at Brett Woods.

You hadn't called me back.

I thought I'd just go out...

[sighs] Because of

your little nature walk,

you're a suspect.

- What?

- The farmer,

- the one you had the chat with.

- Yeah.

Turns out he's got

a great memory.

Painted a nice

little picture of you.

Maybe I can put it on the wall

of my cell.

Okay, so I went for

a walk in the woods,

a hike, like you said.

I mean, what's the harm?

The harm...

is that the detective found

Winslow's badge out there.

- Everything's gonna be fine.

- Is it?

- Yeah.

- Is it, Grandma?

'Cause there are f*cking

chocolate chip cookies

all over the floor.

This has nothing to do

with the truck.

Grandma... Grandma...

do you understand

how bad this is?

Hm?

There is now a witness that can

place you at the scene of the...

- I took care of it!

- How?

I crashed the truck

into another car,

all right, same color

as the detective's.

The paint matches.

This way, you have

- an explanation for the damage.

- [groaning]

I even filed a police report.

If anyone asks,

there's a record.

You were out of

your g*dd*mn mind.

Don't talk to me like that!

What happened to the truck?

[gasps softly]

Grandma crashed it.

She... what...

Yeah, I stepped on the gas

instead of the brake. [laughs]

What the f*ck is happening?

Why the f*ck

is that weasel here?

- f*ck you, man-child.

- Hey, hey, hey!

- Hoo-hoo! [laughing]

- Children, stop it!

Lance f... Lance found a buyer

for that, uh...

the crappy land

that he sold to Audrey,

so all she has to do

is sign a quitclaim deed.

That's why we're here.

- It's almost midnight.

- There's a clock on it.

Guy wants to flip it

to some corporate client

by 9:00 tomorrow morning.

You get $10,000.

Where do I sign?

They say you can tell the future

with tarot cards.

Tell me, Delores...

♪ ♪

Where am I heading?

♪ ♪

[The Bright Light Social Hour's

"Harder Out Here" playing]

♪ ♪

[man] ♪ It's getting

harder out here ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I keep trying

to just make my way ♪

♪ ♪

♪ It's not lying ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I'm only trying ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Just trust in me ♪

all:

♪ Trust in me ♪

♪ Just trust in me ♪

all:

♪ Trust in me ♪

♪ Just trust in me ♪

[rock music playing]

♪ ♪

Hey, do you remember when I said

that we could split

the $11 million three ways?

Well, if you take me

to Bridgeport right now,

you can have it all,

every cent.

And leave my partner

high and dry?

You could do whatever you want.

Pete, Frank and I,

we bury more bodies than

syphilis in the Middle Ages.

We got our differences,

but he's my partner.

I'm not a f*cking sellout.

♪ ♪

[gags, coughing]

What the f*ck's wrong with you?

Nerves. I think

I'm gonna be sick.

- Not in the car.

- [gags, coughs]

- All right, I'll pull over.

- Pull over.

All right...

yeah, I'm pulling over.

- All right!

- Open the door, man!

- All right!

- Hurry! Hurry!

Okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

- Open the f*ckin' door!

- Out, out, out, out.

- [hurls]

- Oh, gross, man.

- [coughs]

- Okay...

Hey, hey, hey,

uh, leave your ph...

- [coughs]

- Ah! Leave your f*cking phone.

[groaning]

[gags, groans]

Okay, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[spits] Oh, God.

f*cking disgusting.

[mutters] Okay...

[exhales]

[engines hissing]

[slow, heavy breathing]

[solemn music]

[phone ringing]

♪ ♪

Unless you're calling

to buy a very expensive book,

- I'm hanging up.

- They're taking me to Luka.

[Marjorie]

Good-bye, Marius.

He's gonna melt me.

Is that what you...

♪ ♪

I can call Adam and Nicole.

No, not yet. I need you.

I need you.

I'm not leaving the bookstore.

[Marius] All right, look,

I almost had Maggie,

but she got away.

I wanna use Pete as bait.

Problem in this is that Pete

is on his way to Sedona,

looking for Maggie.

You want me to call Pete

and get him back?

[Marius]

Yeah, that's all I need.

And then, I need you to make one

other phone call, all right?

♪ ♪

Yeah, I'm with

one of them right now.

I'm in some bathroom

in a gas station.

You m*therf*cker!

- Okay, uh, this is my mother.

- Give me that... give me...

She's at... she's at

the motel in Bridgeport.

[Marjorie]

You have to get to the motel

- as soon as you can, Pete.

- See?

She's there right now.

She's there.

[Marjorie]

Pete? Are you there?

Okay.

[slow country music playing]

[axe strikes wall]

♪ ♪

Don't flick your wrists.

- They were locked.

- You flicked.

You did it when you were ten.

You're doing it now.

♪ ♪

Hi.

What the f*ck's

dead man doing here?

- Just wait in the car.

- Stay...

I'm here about your money.

What about it?

That, um...

thing that you, uh, had me do,

the... to help you...

You mean the money laundering.

Yeah, it's done.

I had to move the money

through real estate.

That's why Lance is here.

I'm too tired to explain,

but basically,

you sign some paperwork,

pay a real estate tax,

and the money is yours

free and clear.

Let's go to my office.

I'm asking

because Otto's my friend,

and you've done

business with him.

No, I can't promise you

there won't be v*olence.

As... as a matter of fact,

uh... [stammers]

v*olence might be necessary.

You should know that.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Right... no, just

give me the address.

Give me the address.

I'll remember it.

Okay, good.

Okay.

You wait outside.

Door open?

[exhales]

You do good work.

Thanks.

It's my first felony, so...

beginner's luck.

No, it's good,

because I need you

to do it again.

[laughs]

No f*cking way.

No, we're finished.

In fact, if you need

someone bailed,

- you need to go to ANB.

- Just one more time.

No, I'm leaving.

I'm not asking.

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

[bags rustling]

[gasps softly]

[sighs]

- How much is it?

- Count it and tell me,

see if our numbers match.

♪ ♪

I'll load them for ya.

[car keys jangle]

♪ ♪

Your f*cking mother

better be here.

[laughs heartily] I knew

you were a sh*t-bird.

Mr. Bagwell, I was...

I was just on my way...

- Back to jail.

- Uh...

I'm sorry, who the f*ck are you?

Name's James Bagwell.

I'm this sh*t-bird's

parole officer.

And who might you be?

I'm someone who doesn't have to

give you his f*cking name.

I suggest you keep it moving.

Ah, yeah, you said that wrong.

What you meant to say was,

"I think I'm done here,

Mr. Bagwell,"

and you were about to move

your ass the f*ck on.

Here, let me just...

let me... can I just explain?

Let me just tell you about...

What, explain how being

in Connecticut

violates the terms

of your parole?

No, I just wanna tell you

why I'm here.

- Yeah.

- Can I just tell you what...

What? No, you don't

have to handcuff me.

Yeah, yeah. We... we could

tase you for shits and giggles.

- No. [chuckles]

- [chuckles] Yeah.

♪ ♪

[g*n clicks]

Hey, hey, hey...

He's got kids.

And I got two fucks to give.

Let me do it.

It's my f*cking mess.

- Let me clean it.

- Okay, old man,

but you come back empty-handed,

I'm kicking in doors.

♪ ♪

Can I help you?

Yeah, I came here for the jacket

you find in the Caddy.

♪ ♪

What jacket?

Come on.

You just got back from

the grocery store, right?

You bought some of that

crappy store brand coffee,

eggs, oranges, uh...

maybe some cereal,

the one with the chocolate

Dracula on the front.

Who the f*ck are you?

Or that's for the girls,

maybe.

Jackie, Nikki.

♪ ♪

Come on, just give it to me.

Uh, just give it to me.

It's not yours.

I don't wanna argue.

I don't wanna negotiate.

It's just a damn jacket.

Yeah, so why let your girls lose

their only parent over it?

♪ ♪

Mr. Bagwell,

I'm here on a family emergency.

You have to believe me.

Uh, allow me to translate that,

now that I am fluent

in Josipovic.

What you just said is,

"I'm in a jam

with my hoodlum friend,

so I had some British lady

call my parole officer

so Mr. Bagwell

can come down to save me."

- Am I correct?

- No, I'm here to see...

I'm here to see

my stepdaughter.

Would this be

the same stepdaughter

you called me about last week

when you first rescheduled

our appointment?

The same stepdaughter

who you said found

a wounded cat

in the middle of the street?

The same cat you had to take

to have a life-saving surgery?

'Cause, you know,

that sounded like bullshit too.

- It's all true.

- You know, I don't think

there really is a cat,

Josipovic,

and I'm starting to think

there's not even a stepdaughter.

Okay, now that's offensive.

Un-cuff him.

Now, there's one thing that

I hate more than a sh*t-bird,

- is a deadbeat dad.

- Yeah, me too.

Yeah. You too? Good, good.

So I want you to take me

to meet your stepdaughter...

And the cat.

Let... let me...

I gotta call my ex-girlfriend

- to let her know we're coming.

- Ah...

Uh, if I show up unannounced,

she... well, you'll be

burying a body.

[chuckles]

- Make it quick.

- Thank you.

I actually can't wait

for you to meet her.

Here.

What is that?

[chuckles]

It's a secret list

of Colonel Sanders'

eleven herbs and spices.

The f*ck you care?

♪ ♪

[cash shuffling]

♪ ♪

[upbeat dynamic music]

[sighs]

sh*t...

[Frank] What happened?

- I lost Pete.

- f*ck you mean you lost Pete?

- At the Bridgeport Motel.

His f*cking

parole officer showed up.

Bridgeport? What, you fell

for his f*cking story?

Yeah, I heard a woman's voice

on his phone.

I had to check it out, you know.

He might've not been

f*cking lying.

Joe, we don't got Pete.

We don't got Maggie.

Luka's not the most rational

f*cking human being.

Yeah, I know.

What do you got?

Maggie left Rosedale

in a green Ford Maverick,

with only a quarter t*nk of gas,

so I've been checking

every gas station along the way.

Nothing yet.

Hey, real quick,

when I asked

where Maggie was headed,

Delores said Maggie

was going to find her son.

Now... [chuckles] Why the f*ck

would Maggie say that

when she left her son

behind with us?

Who the f*ck knows?

But I don't like it.

How'd you like to be

more than my liaison,

do some real police work?

The results came back

from the paint chips

on Winslow's vehicle.

That paint color was

manufactured specifically

for the GMC High Sierra

Double Cab

between '85 and '87.

Run down every registered owner

within a 100 mile radius

of the crash site.

Driver could've been

from out of town.

Maybe, but we always

start local, then widen.

♪ ♪

[rain pattering]

♪ ♪

[car chirps]

You here to play the hero, huh?

Be the good guy?

I told you, my parole officer

wants to meet Ellen.

I can't believe you're smoking

in front of him.

Name is James Bagwell.

Hi, Julia Bowman.

Good to meet you.

- There she is. Hi.

- Hi... [indistinct]

Uh, by the way, the cat d*ed.

- What?

- Yeah.

The surgery didn't take.

The... the stent

was rejected or something.

I don't know.

Anyway, well, it cost

2 grand to fix,

but of course,

I don't have $2,000,

so now Ellen blames me

for the cat's death.

Ms. Bowman,

I think we're getting off

on the wrong foot here.

Yeah, wrong feet's

all we got around here.

I didn't know about

the cat, all right?

Okay, hold up, you two.

Listen, has he been paying

child support?

Uh, when he works,

but I do everything by myself.

- Yeah, that's not what I hear.

- All right...

- Oh, yeah? What do you hear?

- Hey, guys... Look... Look...

- I heard you had visitors...

- Let's just... let... let...

Visitors that spend the night.

Let's take a few deep

breaths here, okay?

- Let's take a few deep breaths.

- One visitor!

I think it's time to meet

your daughter, okay...

- She's right there.

- Just one.

- Your cousin Steve.

- Oh! Steve!

- He wrecks it, nightly.

- Whoa, whoa.

- Oh! Whoa!

- Boom! Drink that up!

- Drink that up!

- Enough!

Would you please step back?

[sighs]

All right, listen,

this was a mistake, okay?

I have other appointments.

We need to go back to

New York, now. Let's go...

No, no, he's staying.

- He's burying that cat.

- Excuse me?

I mean, Ellen,

look at her.

She's heartbroken.

♪ ♪

- Or Steve can do it.

- He's working tonight.

♪ ♪

You need to be in New York

when this is done, okay?

- Yeah.

- You report to me personally.

- You got it?

- Yeah, okay.

And if you want,

I can arrange for a pass,

so you can see your daughter

on designated weekends,

but that means no hanging out

with the sh*t-bird friends

of yours, you got me?

- Yes.

- Is it clear?

- Uh, yes.

- Am I clear?

- Yes, sir.

- Look at me.

Yes, sir.

♪ ♪

Nice to meet you, Ms. Bowman.

You keep your nose clean,

Josipovic.

All right, thank you.

♪ ♪

He wrecks it?

♪ ♪

- Josipovic?

- No, that was a joke.

- It's hard to explain.

- Really? Now I'm curious.

- Explain.

- No, you had to be there.

Hey, do you think

Taylor could...

could track a cellphone?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

m*therf*cker.

♪ ♪

[tires screech]

♪ ♪

[tires screech]

[engine revving]

♪ ♪

[horn blares]

♪ ♪

[tires screech]

♪ ♪

- Where's Maggie?

- Who's Maggie?

Are you kidding me?

She was driving this car.

Fifties, blonde.

The lady said

her name was Linda.

Linda?

Yeah, man,

Linda from Rosedale.

f*ck.

Come on, old man.

Stop being so f*cking dramatic

and pull the g*n.

That's why we're here, isn't it?

You understand

this isn't personal, right?

I figured Dad had a job to do.

He can't do it, so I will...

You know, if you sh*t your g*n

the way you sh**t your mouth,

I'd be dead already.

[chuckles]

Any famous last words?

I was gonna ask

the same question.

Put the g*n on the ground,

or I put you in the ground.

[tense music]

Down. Down.

♪ ♪

You all right, Otto?

Yeah, of course I'm all right.

I had it under control.

Yeah, it looked that way.

No, no, no, Sammy, Sammy!

No, no, no, don't do it.

Bodies, they're a hassle.

You know that.

[inhales slowly, exhales]

Give me the keys.

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

[car chirps]

♪ ♪

Let's go.

♪ ♪

Yeah, I see you two old fucks

again, I start sh**ting.

Come on, come on,

come on, come on.

Come on.

How'd you find me?

♪ ♪

- Huh?

- Called the Rabbi,

got some info,

skip-traced your ass.

[chuckles]

♪ ♪

Oh, you got it. Great.

Yeah, I was just about to, uh...

I was about to print it out.

Funny, uh, my grandmother

actually has one of the trucks.

I didn't... I didn't

say anything before,

'cause I thought she had

an older model,

but... guess I was wrong.

Your grandmother.

Yeah. Yeah.

You wanna go see it?

Get a closer look at the kinda

truck we're looking for?

I'm sure she wouldn't mind.

I'll get the car.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[inhales slowly, exhales]

♪ ♪

Hey, Grandma.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Hi, Taylor.

[chuckles]

I saw you pull up.

- Mmm...

- [clears throat]

This is Detective Joyce Roby.

She's the fancy New York law

I told you about.

- Oh...

- [chuckles]

- Good to meet you, Detective.

- Oh, please, call me Joyce.

What a beautiful place you have.

This really a working farm?

Ever since the Civil w*r.

Wow. Your family has

some deep roots.

The farm has deep roots.

Our family came into

the land around 1978.

- Bail forfeiture.

- [chuckles]

Mm...

I understand

you wanna see my truck.

I'm working a case

involving a 1987 GMC

High Sierra Double Cab.

Taylor must've called ahead

to say I was coming.

[laughs] He texted.

Grandma prefers Snapchat,

but I'm stuck in the past.

[chuckles]

Let's take a look.

This way.

How are you liking

our neck of the woods?

It's quiet.

Must be a nice change of pace.

What happened to your forehead?

It's nothing.

Had a fender bender

with the truck.

You did what?

It's nothing. That's why

I didn't say anything.

I didn't want anyone to know.

- What did you hit?

- Parked car.

Pushed the gas

instead of the brake.

Not the first time.

When did this accident happen?

Yesterday.

Taylor, could you go to the car

and get the list of

High Sierra owners, please?

Sure.

- Mrs. Bernhardt...

- Audrey.

Audrey...

you ever been up to Brett Woods?

[chuckles] Oh, Lord,

not since I was a teen.

Used to be the big

make-out spot.

Now it's big with the senior

citizens' bird watching center.

I was up there recently,

looking into a crash site

connected with my case.

The cars involved,

one was a small silver sedan,

the other, probably a GMC truck

like this one.

♪ ♪

Now, the reason I ask is because

the farmer who owns the land

mentioned seeing a woman

matching your description

up there.

Must've been a bird watcher.

Us seniors all look alike.

♪ ♪

You said Taylor texted you.

When was the last time

you two spoke?

Sunday night.

Family gets together

for dinner every week.

Got the list.

♪ ♪

I'll look at it in the car.

- Thanks for your time, Audrey.

- Oh, my pleasure.

Oh, would you like

my phone number? Email?

No.

Anything comes up,

I'll track you down.

♪ ♪

- She's a lovely woman.

- [chuckles]

♪ ♪

How often do you get to see her?

Sunday nights.

Mandatory family dinner.

Why?

If she's hitting the gas

instead of the brakes,

you might wanna visit her

more often.

♪ ♪

[monitor beeping]

Jesus...

Looks like crap.

Wake him up, will ya?

Moe...

- Uh, hey, Moe...

- Moe...

Poke him, poke him.

- [gasps]

- Oh!

[chuckles]

All right, all right.

[chuckles]

- Hey, Moe...

- [chuckles] Hey, Moe.

Water.

Here you go.

Here. You got it... got it?

Yeah.

[slurping]

You're looking better, slowly.

[rough exhale]

You're still looking better.

We just came to tell you

we took care of the car.

We met the punk that did this,

and he got what he wanted.

Heard he took my Proclamation.

The Easter Proclamation

that I gave you?

That little f*ck.

Hey, I... I just need to talk

to my cousin or whatever.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

[whispers] Hey.

- Sit.

- Thanks.

f*cking sh1tting me?

- I just need a favor from you.

- Of course you do.

- Okay...

- What?

I... I need to

track a cellphone.

I... a girl slept over

last night...

- [laughs]

- She took money off me.

- Can you believe that?

- I don't give a f*ck

- about your girlfriend.

- Excuse me...

do you recognize this man?

His name's Marius Josipovic.

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

No... I... no...

I've never seen him.

All right, well, keep that.

Apparently Winslow

was tracking him.

You see him, you let me know.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I wanna talk to him.

♪ ♪

This the guy you had

in your f*cking motel?

- Huh?

- Yeah, he's... he took off.

He's... he's in Ottawa.

He's not coming back.

You always got an answer.

- Listen...

- Just go. Just f*cking go.

Hey, we need to talk.

♪ ♪

That kid you b*at

the crap out of, Avon,

- we got movement on the case.

- What kinda movement?

The kind that

keeps me up at night.

D.A. wants to sit down

with you next week.

You need to nail

your story down. Come on.

[Taylor] f*ck.

♪ ♪

That's an awful strange color

for whiskey.

It's coming, you damn drunk.

You remember... you remember

that, uh, tiger piss

we used to drink

at Firebase Ripcord?

- Ba mui ba!

- [chuckles]

Yeah, it tasted better

coming up than going down.

Yeah...

That Proclamation

started the Irish w*r

of Independence

against the British.

That piece of paper

was over 100 years old.

Otto, as your pal,

as my pal,

I'm asking you,

don't... don't go after him.

He... let sleeping assholes lie.

- Yeah.

- Can I join?

Unless you're talking

about the w*r again.

I hate being predictable.

- Hey, she can't be here.

- What?

Unless she orders food.

What has this girl ever done

to deserve that?

She orders, or she goes.

Just bring her some sliders.

We'll use them as coasters.

So... what's going on?

I had a long talk with Taylor

about our parents,

you know, their, um...

their death,

and I realized that

that was the first time

that anyone has ever

talked to me about them.

Like, okay, here you guys are,

you know,

telling each other stories,

sharing memories, you know.

I mean, no one has ever

done that with me,

not about Mom and Dad.

And, I... I mean,

everyone remembers them.

Like, even Sam got to

work with them, you know.

I... like, I have nothing.

[frustrated grunt]

Well...

your mom and dad

met at the bond shop.

- Really?

- Yep. Uh...

That's wrong.

When Danny walked in,

your mother was just

running out the back.

No, no, no, no, yeah,

but it started in the shop.

Technically,

they met outside the shop.

Anyway, it involved

a two-block chase,

which ended when your mother

bonked your father with her g*n.

- What?

- [laughs] Yeah.

[♪ Animal Island: "Tonight"

playing over radio]

[all] ♪ Ooh ooh ♪

[man]

♪ Let's get lost ♪

♪ In the night ♪

♪ We're taking off ♪

♪ Feel all right... ♪

Ooh...

You sh**t a good stick.

I'm all right.

♪ ♪

You probably don't remember me,

but, um...

I was there that night

at... at Bruno's.

- Fight with the cop.

- Yeah?

♪ ♪

Yeah.

That, uh...

that cop's my cousin.

♪ ♪

The f*ck you want?

♪ ♪

I just came by to see if, uh...

if maybe you'd be willing

to drop the charges.

- [laughs]

- [chuckles] I know.

Boy coming up in here like

he's m*therf*cking John Wick.

- No, no, no, I'm...

- Drop the charges...

- I'm not...

- Get the f*ck outta here.

[all] ♪ Ooh ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ♪

One game, straight pool.

If I win, you drop the charges.

If I lose...

you get all that money.

Rack 'em up.

♪ ♪

Do you mind if I hit

a couple balls?

It's been a long time

since I've played.

I'm a little out of practice.

Thank you.

[laughs]

♪ ♪

[blows]

[whispering indistinctly]

[man]

♪ Everything we need ♪

♪ Is everything we are ♪

♪ We don't need to sleep ♪

[pool stick hits ball,

ball rattles around pocket]

♪ Everything is free ♪

♪ And I know I can

feel it in the air ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

♪ We can't be stopped ♪

♪ We won't stop coming alive ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

♪ Break down these walls ♪

♪ They can't keep us inside ♪

[all] ♪ Ooh ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ♪

[mumbling, chuckles]

♪ ♪

[all] ♪ Ooh ooh ♪

♪ ♪

[man] ♪ Yeah we're lying

in the streets ♪

Okay.

[man]

♪ Everything we need ♪

♪ Is everything we are ♪

♪ We don't need to sleep ♪

♪ We don't need to care ♪

♪ Everything is free ♪

I tell you what,

I won't embarrass you

in front of your friends.

Just take the money

and drop the charges.

[man]

♪ We won't stop coming alive ♪♪

Thank you.

I'm sorry. You know, I think

we got off to a bad start...

- Indeed we did.

- Hey... My name's Joe Hooper.

I just wanted to check on

my buddy's arrest.

Nobody's been arrested.

Wait, Pete didn't

violate his parole?

Do you know

where I could find him?

Look, I don't know any Pete,

but I do know two things:

One, you have never been

anybody's friend,

and two, you look like trouble.

And if my clients

want to associate

with the likes of you

and ruin their second chances,

I can't stop 'em,

but it doesn't mean

I have to help them do it.

You have a blessed day, brother.

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

[sighs] I thought

I ran you out of town.

Uh, I just came

to congratulate you.

I heard, uh,

Avon dropped the charges.

How'd you know?

You have something

to do with that?

You pay him off

or something now?

Why are you so angry?

I... I just heard he came into

a little bit of money.

- That's all.

- That's f*cking bribery.

Case was civil, not criminal,

so it was essentially

like a settlement.

Don't worry about it.

You're fine.

So, when are you

back on the street?

'Bout a week.

Good. That's good.

- About that favor...

- [laughs] Fu...

I knew... I f*cking...

I knew it.

You never do anything

if it's not gonna line

your own f*cking pockets.

I mean, it's just

family helping family.

Right.

Thanks, Bucket. I owe you one.

Mm-hmm.

So, this young lady

you're looking for,

she a Native-American

or a gambler?

Why?

[slot machines chiming]

[chiming continues]

Hey...

You remember me?

Thank God.

Hey, um, she said

if I needed to finder her

to come to you.

Someone's been calling.

Got a feeling it might be her.

[phone rings]

[exhales]

I've been calling for hours.

It's been a long time.

Can you blame me?

No, I guess not.

Is he there?

Hold on.

Heya, Ma.

[chuckles gleefully]

I used to really like this job.

[groans]

Meet a lot of colorful people,

see a little action,

use the brain a bit.

Now the nerves got me on the can

every 15 minutes.

♪ ♪

If I knew it was gonna go off

the f*cking rails like this,

I never would've...

f*ck Maggie. f*ck Pete.

♪ ♪

You wanna hear something weird?

♪ ♪

I don't even think he's Pete.

I think he was

telling us the truth

when we first snatched him.

Keep talking.

When we take on a case,

what's rule number one?

Always follow the clues.

What do we have?

The old lady got him

talking about his brother.

Very convincing.

Only thing,

Pete doesn't have a brother.

Then that psychic

chick told you...

[solemn music]

Maggie went to look for her son,

but he's in Rosedale.

Makes no sense.

Finally...

his parole officer says

he doesn't even know a Pete.

What the f*ck is that?

♪ ♪

But if he's not Pete,

why say he's Pete?

The money.

♪ ♪

Well, if he's fake Pete,

how did he trick

real Pete's mom?

She recognized him.

They had a conversation.

And where the f*ck is Pete?

Good point.

You know, if he's not Pete,

we're f*cked.

Luka will k*ll us.

You know this.

♪ ♪

When we see Luka today,

I think we should

f*cking k*ll him.

Just go to the storage,

and put a b*llet

- in his f*cking head.

- [chuckles]

♪ ♪

I'm not dying in a vat of acid.

♪ ♪

[phone ringing]

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

Nothing.

Well, I don't know.

Did Roby ask you about

the last time we spoke?

- She did.

- She asked me the same thing.

She's looking for

discrepancies in our stories.

She also asked about Brett Woods

while you were at the car.

I think she suspects something.

Yeah, well, if she does,

she's playing it cool.

But she's not at the station.

What's the mean?

Not sure,

but if I were her,

I'd go back to the farm

to talk to you alone.

You should go to the office.

I'll go to the farm,

see if she shows.

- You sure?

- No...

but it's the only idea I got.

♪ ♪

Just give me one second.

[phone ringing]

- Pete.

[Pete] Marius, listen,

I gotta make this quick.

She didn't want me calling you.

She's got a guy watching me...

Uh... who...

who didn't want you...

My mom.

I found my mom.

Where... where'd you find her?

And we're... we're gonna

disappear, okay?

I just... I needed to call you

and say good-bye.

- And I wanted to thank you.

- What do you mean

you're gonna disappear?

What do you mean?

You've been

a great friend, Marius,

the best that I've ever had.

Well, then let me

at least come say good-bye.

You're like a brother to me.

I hope all your dreams

come true.

Wait... no, no, no,

no, no, no, no.

f*ck. f*ck.

[line rings]

[woman] Your call has been

forwarded to an aut...

Oh...

♪ ♪

Hello?

♪ ♪

Grandpa?

♪ ♪

Carly?

♪ ♪

[heavy footsteps]

[g*n clicks]

[phone rings]

[sighs]

[ringing continues]

I didn't find Pete.

I did.

Uh, he didn't go to Sedona.

He's at some Indian casino

with his mother,

but I'm not gonna be able

to get down there

- before they're gone.

- And your bad guys?

Well, yeah...

well, they're closing in.

f*ck, Marjorie...

Eleven million dollars.

I can smell it, you know.

I... [sighs]

You wanna pull the ripcord?

Well, I don't think we have

any other choice.

I think, uh, you gotta...

you gotta get

Adam and Nicole to standby.

Of course.

- You need money?

- Yeah, in paper.

[phone ringing]

Wait, hold on for one second.

- Julia.

- Hey...

I just got a strange text

from Taylor.

Something's going on

down at the farm,

and he wants all of us there.

Something good or something bad?

I can't tell,

but it sounds urgent.

Do you... do you have your g*n?

I don't think

it's that kind of urgent.

Yeah, but just bring it

just in case,

you know,

'cause you never know, you know.

Um, yeah, okay.

All right, uh, I'm...

I'm gonna meet you down there.

- Okay.

- Bye.

Uh, that was Julia.

The family might be in danger.

We gotta pull the ripcord.

I'm gonna get down there

just to warn them.

[Marjorie] Stay safe.

- All right. Bye.

[groovy rock music playing]

Turns out Lila had given

your father a concussion.

[both laugh]

She felt bad about it,

so she took him

to the emergency room herself.

[laughs]

Your dad was working

as a process server...

Mm.

Before he worked for...

for your grandpa.

Uh, he used to

track people down

and serve them with

lawsuits, subpoenas.

Why was he after Mom?

Ah, some biker was suing her.

He skipped bail,

she chased him down,

she broke his leg...

[both laugh]

So he was suing her!

Oh, so Mom was kind of a badass.

- Oh, she was a hurricane.

- Lila had no restraint.

Well, your...

your dad was the same way.

He proposed to your mom,

after dating her a month.

- It was a week.

- Here we go.

- It was a month.

- Month? It was a week.

What case were they working on

the night they d*ed?

♪ ♪

I don't... I don't remember

that they...

that they were

working on a case,

uh, just that

they got hit by some drunk.

Well, so how come

the police report

didn't mention

the guy was drunk?

Oh...

♪ ♪

- Well, do you... do you know?

- Maybe the guy made a mistake.

- Yeah.

- Oh...

[phone trills]

Oh... It's Taylor.

Says he wants me back

at the farmhouse ASAP.

I... I wonder what's going on?

Oh, well,

I would check it out...

- [phone trills]

- Uh... uh... oh...

Hello.

He wants me too.

I better switch to coffee.

Uh, you... you go ahead,

tell him I'll be right behind.

Uh...

♪ ♪

- Thank you.

- Gee...

Later.

♪ ♪

[car door closes]

[car approaching]

- Hey.

- Hi.

- Everything okay?

- Yeah, yeah.

Just... you know, I'm cautious.

We're here!

What?

You wanna tell 'em?

Maybe we should just

let 'em find out.

Is that Julia?

[gasps]

Aunt Maggie?

- [chuckles ecstatically]

- My girl...

Oh, my little girl...

[both mutter]

[solemn music]

Oh, and you...

Oh...

♪ ♪

Pete... [chuckles]

♪ ♪

My boy.

Come here.

♪ ♪

Mm...

♪ ♪

[♪ Joywave: "It's a Trip!"]

♪ ♪

[man] ♪ Creepy little sneaky

little foreign places ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Terrifying territories,

I can't take it ♪

♪ ♪

♪ It's a great big atlas ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm feeling dumb ♪

♪ When you've gotten

what you want ♪

♪ Maybe I should start over ♪

♪ There's nothing

left to want ♪

♪ Up and at 'em again ♪

♪ You don't know

what you want ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm thinking it over ♪

♪ Just tell me what I ♪

♪ When you've gotten

what you want ♪

♪ Maybe I should start over ♪

♪ There's nothing left

to want ♪

♪ Up and at 'em again ♪

♪ You don't know

what you want ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm thinking it over ♪

♪ Just tell me what to want ♪♪