All language subtitles for GRACELAND - S02 E08 - The Ends (720p Web-DL)

- Previously on Graceland...

- I'm your control officer

for your investigation
into Paul Briggs.

- This is
agent Juan badillo.

I am about to approach
agent Paul Briggs.

[Gunshot]

- You are looking
at Kelly badillo.

That's
Juan badillo's wife.

- She's a mess.

She's got a kid,
a daughter, 9 years old.

- You said
you lost someone too.

- Yeah.

- Lucia, put it down, okay?
Look, what if the cops come?

- Every guy I meet, he scares
them off because he's jealous.

Your family as messed up
as ours?

Never mind.
Don't answer that.

- [Laughing]

- Hi, ma.

My friend, she needs
a place to stay for the night.

- You're putting your mom
in serious danger.

You cannot mix work
and life.

- You hiding something
from me, pretty?

- No.
- Mexico shorted us.

- They've never
shorted us before.

- Sulla, call carlito.

- We picked up a call
an hour ago on sulla's burner--

carlito solano.

- Lock the place down--
no one in or out.

- We need to wait until carlito
reopens the pipeline.

- Turn around, okay?

The feds are gonna
hit the garage.

- What?

[Tires screech]

- Detective sid markham--
he's our insider.

I know you're working
with the solano cartel.

- This is Paul west, just
transferred in from El Paso.

- Ask around on him.
Anyone new we look into.

- We're gonna need
more than theory

to track markham's cash flow.
What about his bank?

Maybe that's where he's keeping
his cut from solano.

We rob the bank--if his
nest egg goes up in smoke,

he's got to make a move.

- And you know we know a guy
who runs with that kind of crew.

- You mean Billy?
- What do you think, Charlie?

[Light rock music]

♪

- So that's not gonna mess
with Billy's situation?

- No, cover's tight.

He's introducing me
as an old partner

asking advice
on hitting a bank.

- Mm-hmm.
You haven't crossed paths

with any of these assholes
before?

- Nope. All out-of-towners
coming in for this one hit...

Except Billy's genius logistics
guy who's local,

not on our radar--
wants me to meet him today.

- Mm-hmm.
You need backup, babe?

- Nah, it's just me, Billy,
and the guy, public setting.

Hopefully get in, find out how
to get sid's money, and get out.

- How far
are you taking this, Chuck?

- Straight to the end, baby.

What's going on with you?

You got stars in your eyes?

Is sid the new love
of your life?

- You are the love of my life,
and I'm worried about you.

- Hey, I'm worried
about you, too,

going back under
with that son of a bitch.

- You know, he's done a pretty
good job of keeping the peace.

- No, actually.
He's a lying, murdering,

payoff-taking, dirty cop,
and he needs to pay.

Screw that.
He's gonna get robbed.

- Ends justify the means,
huh, DeMarco?

- Isn't the title
of your playbook, Paul Briggs?

- Who, me?

- Wax my sh--.

- You talking
about the surfboard?

[Reggae music]

♪

- 18 months ago, you come here
to buy drugs, and now...

- You do good work.
- I'm exhausted, buddy.

- [Laughs]

- This is like the lion king
on crack--I'm done.

I'm ready to put in, take my
family, move off to an island.

- Hmm.

- There he is.
See the guy to the right?

- You know that guy?

- Yeah,
his name's basco finn.

- Basco.
- Yeah. Ha ha.

Short for tabasco.
It's his given name.

He was paroled from lompoc
two weeks ago.

- Yeah, looks like
a hostile takeover, man.

- I'm gonna
introduce you.

- You know, I think
you like the strife, sid.

- Oh, I love it.
That's my curse.

- That's one word
for it.

Hey!

Hey!

Don't make me shoot you!

Jesus.

- [Barking]

- Hey!

[Grunting]
Stay down!

Stay down.

- [Groaning]
Ah! Hold on!

What's the problem?
Are y'all a cop?

- Yeah, I'm a cop!
Stay down!

- Well, sh--, man, you got
to announce that, man.

You can't just go chasing
a brother down.

- Basco, hey.

- Hey, sid.
How you been, man?

- Better than you.

- Sorry, man.
If I had noticed it was you,

maybe I wouldn't have to--
- are you carrying, basco?

- Oh, no, man. I just got out
the pen. I can't carry.

- Uh-huh, bingo.
Look at me!

Is that all you got?

- All right, that's it.
That's it.

- Basco, let's talk
about where you got that gun.

- I'm screwed, ain't I?
- Incredibly.

Turn around.
Turn around. Turn around.

[Electronic music]

♪

- Billy boy,
how you been?

- I'm doing well.

How are things with you...

And Paul?

- About the same,
but different.

- Yeah, I'll bet.

- Did you just wink at me?

- I guess we could high-five

over you finally getting
what you wanted,

but that'd be too much
like high school.

- Give me some.

- Congratulations
to both of you.

- Thank you.

- I'm sure you two
make a sweet couple.

- All right, enough.
Where's your logistics guy?

- I don't have a logistics guy.
- You said you had a guy

who could help me
pull this bank job.

- Nope.
- Billy.

- I said
I had a genius.

Hi, Amber.
This is Charlie.

- Hi.

- Hello.

- What's the problem today?
- Our powder man sucks.

Couldn't blow his nose if
he were snorting blasting caps.

And the transponders?

Just crap.
You bought the Chinese sh--.

I told you Japanese.

They look the same. I know.
They aren't.

- That it?

- No. Anderson's pneumatics
are hit and miss.

I mean, he's not
a good number two, man.

He can't keep the schedule.

- Well, we, uh--
we talked about this, Amber,

and I'm considering
making the change.

- When are you done
considering?

- Well, I can be done now
if you keep pushing it, can't I?

- Bye.
- Hey, what about me?

- Oh, yeah, you.
This thing--

you're in luck.

Got a lot of options here,
but if I were you,

I'd thank the city for finally
digging that subway to the sea.

- Tell me about it.

- All right, your bank's
in the Wilshire corridor.

It's less than 1/4 mile
from farmdale station.

No one's gonna hear you
coming.

30 feet from the vault

under this the corner
of the parking lot--

it's a dead sewer line,
all right?

It's a possible entry point.

The soil there
is inland sea sediment,

so a water pool
will get you close.

After that, it's
a misznay-schardin or an efp,

and you're
at the safe-deposit boxes,

and it's pop and pull,
out the door.

- Misznay what?
- Oh, it's a, uh--

it's a shape charge.
Cuts a nice hole.

- Oh.

- You've hit big before, yeah?

- I do warehouse robberies.

- Up against rent-a-cops
with cap guns

and you grabbing
whatever's on the shelf?

[Laughs]

Safe-deposit box,
it's a little more complicated.

Blow those the wrong way,
you're gonna lose the contents.

So, because
they're Mitchells,

I'd recommend a water-back
charge, 4-person crew at least.

You got more questions,
my number's on the back.

Oh, yeah.
Anderson's a dick.

- Wow.

- Oh, come on, guys,
all work and no play...

- Makes you
kind of look bad.

- Hey, what's all this?

- Carlito told sulla
everything's on hold

until they can figure out a new
method to replace the buses.

- Or the solanos lose
their place at the table.

- If we own
whatever they end up using...

- We own the solanos
top to bottom.

- You know what?
I like this sh--.

- Mm-hmm.
- You guys got a favorite?

- Tunnels, no moving parts.

- We bust 'em up,
make some noise,

and I'ma check into some tunnel
cases already in progress,

see if we can commandeer
one of 'em.

- Can I talk to you for a sec?
- Yes, sir.

- How's it going with sid?
- It's going pretty good.

Grabbed a couple beers
the other night.

[Door opens]

- Good morning.
- Good night.

Mike, upstairs now.

- What's up?

- Me, at sulla's all night.

- That's it?

[Scoffs] I'm kind of
in the middle of something.

- You're bat sh-- crazy
for not shutting sulla down.

- Sulla's our only connection
between carlito and sid.

- Both Briggs and Charlie
are working sid from two angles,

so you don't need
another one.

- I need everything I can get,
and sulla works for carlito.

- Have you considered
getting these girls out

without
shutting sulla down?

- How?
- Buy them, all of them.

He's taken your money once.
He'll do it again.

- That'll cost
over a million dollars

- $1.5 million.

- $1.5 million, huh?

- I filled out the requisition.
It just needs your signature.

File it within the hour,
or I'm gonna hurt you.

- Sex slaves.

- So, if the tunnels work,

how do we sell it
to papa solano in Mexico?

- Johnny's our way in.
- He lost carlito.

- We still got the girl.
- Lucia?

- Mm-hmm.
- She's not about that life.

- She's a solano. He could use
her to get to the father.

- Do you think he's in any
position to talk her into it?

- Call him and find out.

[Keypad beeping]

[Shower running,
cell phone buzzing]

- You cold?
- No.

- You sure?
- Mm-hmm.

- Mm. I swear you do things
to me, babe.

What's wrong?

- My father wants me home
with him in Mexico.

- Tell him
you're safe with me.

- He won't listen, Johnny.

- All right,
forget your dad, then.

- No.
- I'll keep you hidden.

- You know carlito,

but my father...
It's always death.

- Okay.
- Death and blood, and I'm done.

I'm done with Mexico.
- All right. Okay.

- I don't want to go.
- Okay. Okay, okay.

So no Mexico, then.

Me and you...
We'll figure it out, right?

I got you.

Lucia says she's not gonna
go to Mexico.

She won't do it.
She just told me.

- Can you change her mind?
- No.

She's trying
to cut ties, man.

She wants to get away
from that life--let her do it.

- That's not the question,
Johnny.

Can you change her mind?

- No.

She doesn't want to be alone
with that family.

- You'll be with her.

- I'm sorry.
What now?

- Your relationship with Lucia
and carlito is ready-made

for an introduction
with their father.

- It's not ready-made
for nothing.

I'm just some dude
they know.

- Hey,
you're the best we got.

- Thanks.

- Okay, look...

You just get 'em
to buy our idea

towards reestablishing
their shipments north.

- Do we have a method?

- We're looking to co-op
the drug tunnel investigation

and then take it over.

- You want me
to sell that to them?

- Yeah.

- [Sighs]

You care. I get it.

But there's
no innocents here.

They need to buy
our method

before they figure out
their own.

I need
an expensive watch.

- Phone room,
top right drawer.

- Look, man, it's not like
I can't do it.

I just don't want
to do it to her.

- Lucia still
at your mom's?

Oh, that's beautiful.

You sleep with her, Johnny?

- I look stupid to you?
Don't answer that.

- She's
a cartel-connected subject

of a federal investigation.

- She kind of stopped
being a subject a while ago.

- So you had to go
and screw her?

- Yeah, I did.
So what?

- So what?
Best-case scenario--

you're on the stand
sending her father

and her brother
to the gas chamber--best case.

And she's watching you.

- Don't tell me
the worst, then.

- You blow your cover?
- No.

This stays between you
and me.

- What'd I miss?
- Huh?

- Nothing.
Talking.

- I'm gonna
go see sulla.

Oh...

I figured out how to get Lucia
moving to Mexico

with you at her side.
- How is that?

- I'm gonna make her a person of
interest in a triple homicide.

[Siren wailing]

- According to basco,

guns are in a closet
in this corner of the house.

Recon has lookouts here
and here.

We're gonna wait for Hodges
to breach,

and then we are all going in
front and back.

- How many guns?
[Cell phone buzzing]

- 20 to 30
according to Mr. finn there.

- How many trigger fingers?

- Paul?
- Uh, yeah.

I'm sorry, guys.
I got--I got to take this.

- Hey, west,
we're not finished here.

- The lookouts have their
thumbs on speed-dial...

- Kelly? Kelly, you there?
What's happening?

- I can't live
without him.

- Where are you?

- I'm saying good-bye.

- Kelly, listen to me
very carefully.

I need you to tell me
where you are, huh?

- I'm with Juan.

I bought him a headstone.

- Jesus Christ.

Kelly.
Kelly.

Sweetheart.

Kelly,
what did you take, huh?

Huh? What are these?

All right.
Kelly, sit up for a second.

Sit up, sweetie. Sit up. Sit up.
Sit up. Sit up. Shh. It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay. Shh.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey. Where's Maia, huh?

Kelly. Kelly, where's Maia?
Where's your daughter?

- Mom. My mom.
- She's with your mother? Okay.

I need you to stand up,
sweetie.

- I'm here with him,
where he should be.

- Kelly, I'm sorry, baby,

but I'm gonna have to get you
to a hospital.

- They'll take Maia away
from me.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey. Stay
awake. Stay awake. Stay awake.

Come here. Easy.

Just lean on me. Lean on me.
Lean on me. Right here.

We're going this way, okay?
I got you.

[Whispering] Take it easy.
We're just going there.

- When you gave me
a place to meet,

I was expecting
something different.

- I want
to show you something.

It's the reason
we're here.

- [Chuckles] I thought
we were here to negotiate.

- Negotiate?
- Yeah.

- I told you
on the telephone, no.

I'm not selling
the girls.

You insisted.
- Hmm.

- You want more?
Here's more.

He's my kid brother.
He's a vegetable.

- What happened?

- My employer beat him with
the butt of an antique rifle.

- What'd he do?
- Nothing.

Just a product
of my disobedience.

- Your boss beat him
to remind you who's in charge?

- My boss beat him
for fun.

This, this place--

this is the reminder.

- And this is why
there's no sale.

- Not for lack of desire.

You see, my boss is having
trouble with the FBI,

doesn't want to attract
attention.

The girls go nowhere.

It'd just be a bit difficult to
spend your money as a vegetable.

- They want me, Johnny.

There's no getting
out of this.

- Listen--
- we have to go.

We have to get out of here.

We have to get as far as we can.
- Lucia.

- Or do we stay and hide?
I can cut my hair--

- Mexico--it's the safest place
for you right now.

- Johnny, you said
I wouldn't have to go back.

- I know.

I know I did, but I was
in the house, too.

They probably already got my DNA
or fibers or whatever.

They're gonna blame
the murder on us, babe.

- So you're a coward.

- No.

I just don't want
to lose you.

Your father's place
is protected.

Mexico is the best place
for you and me.

- It's too late.
- It's not too late.

- It is.

I can't cross the border
with the last name "solano."

- I can get us across.
- How?

We need passports,
good ones.

- I got people.

If I can...

You cross with me?

- You're gonna make me
do this?

- Baby, just--

- stop.

Fine.

[Knock on door]

- You wanted to talk to me?
- Yeah, come in.

You guys have
a new delivery method?

- Working on it.
- What is it?

- Tunnels.
- No, absolutely not.

Drugs and guns can travel
through tunnels easily,

and so can women.

Mike's not gonna give solano
another way

to traffic these girls--
it's not gonna happen.

We have to figure
something else out.

- All right.

A couple years back,

a major cartel
started dropping contraband

from a big cargo plane,
tons of stuff.

They dropped off drugs, guns,

everything vegetable
and mineral, never animal--

no illegals,
no human trafficking.

- Okay.

- They tied everything
to these big pallets

and dropped 'em
out the back of the plane

attached to parachutes.

Sh--, I wouldn't risk the ride.
[Chuckles]

- Okay, we go with planes.
The tunnels are out.

- Mike's hot for it.

- No. Not an option.

You tell Mike
that the tunnels are out.

We're going with planes.

- Okay.

Well, then I guess we got
to find ourselves a plane.

- Mm-hmm.

- Sit up. Sit up. Sit up.
Sit up. Sit up.

- Stop. I can't.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
look, look.

All that stuff
that's inside you,

I need you to get
all of it out.

- Stop. I can't.
- Yeah, you can.

Look...

It's not--
- [Crying] No.

- Look, you just--Kelly.
Kelly, shh, shh, shh.

Just take a sip,
just a sip, okay?

- [Sniffles]
- Kelly. Kelly, trust me.

Hey. Hey, trust me.

Just a little bit.
Just a little bit.

Okay?
One sip. One sip.

There you go.
There you go.

[Cell phone buzzing]

- Answer the goddamn phone.

[Breathes deeply]

- Yeah.

- Hey, I've been calling
you forever.

- Yeah, I'm--I'm in with sid.
Sorry. What's up?

- So I met Billy's guy,
who's really a girl,

and she's the real deal, Paul.
- What does that mean?

- It means I want to steal her
from Billy.

- So do it.

- [Gasping, gagging]

- [Murmuring]

- What the hell is that?

- I'm in a downtown flophouse
taking in the local color.

- Why?

- It's sid's thing, okay?

I'm waiting to find out.
- So what do you think?

You think I should steal her
from Billy?

- Yeah, can you?
- I mean, she's miserable there.

You know she's gonna
help me crack

your boy sid's piggy bank.
[Knocking on door]

Hello? You there?

- Uh, Chuck, I got to go.
Do what you got to do.

- Are you okay?

[Click, beep]
Paul.

[Knocking continues]

- Paul, open up.

[Knocking on door]
- West, open up.

- [Whispering]
Hey. Hey, hey, Kelly.

Kelly, I need you to look at me.
Look at me. Hey. Hey.

I...I am Paul west.

I'm a cop.

We met in El Paso.
Do you understand me?

- Mm.
- Hey, Paul west.

El Paso. Cop. Say it.

- West. El Paso. Cop.

Oh, what are you doing?

- All right.
[Banging on door]

- Paul, come on.

[Laughs] You don't look
so happy to see me.

- What are you doing here?

- What is this...
Beside a sh--hole?

- I'll hire a decorator.

How'd you find me?

- Archie tailed you, and don't
get all whiny about that.

Looked like
you needed help.

[Kelly moans, coughs]

What's this?

- Ex-girlfriend.

- This her place?
- Yep.

- Well, let's get her
off the floor.

So what's she on?

- Bag of benzos.
Washed it down with scotch.

- She suicidal?

- Nah, it's, you know,
cry for help--first time.

- How come
she's not in the hospital?

- She's got a daughter,
not mine.

Dad's dead, but this stuff goes
into the public record,

you know what happens
with custody.

- Yeah, yeah.
It gets all messed up.

- And that can't happen.
- Maybe it should.

How you doing, sweetheart?

- Better.
- That's good.

That's good 'cause we want you
to be better.

What's your name?
- Kelly.

- Good. Good.

[Sighs]

Can you tell me
what day it is, Kelly?

- It's Tuesday.

- Good job.

And do you know what state
we're in right now?

- El Paso.

- Do you know
who that is, Kelly?

- That's Paul west.

- Well, she gets a b-plus.

- Well, hey,
that's a passing grade, right?

Listen, sid,
I got this under control.

- No, you don't.

This is a problem, Paul.

[Keypad beeping]

[Reggae music]

♪

- How you doing?

- Feeling like a very bad man.
- You sell Mexico?

- You got the rope I need
to hang myself?

- Here are your passports.

That'll get you through,
no problem.

And we're working on getting you
something else to pitch.

It's not gonna be
a tunnel.

- Yeah, what is it?
- A plane.

- A plane?

You found a plane?

- Not yet, but we will.

Good luck.
- You too.

[Reggae music continues]

♪

[Knock on door]

- What did sulla say?
- No sale.

- Fine.
Then we blow him up.

Just letting the FBI know
that it's time to move in.

- No. The requisition
came through.

I'm gonna bring him the money,
let him smell it.

I can make this happen.

- Do you know
what's actually happening?

The perimeter picked up audio

of lina being beaten
this afternoon.

- How do you know
it was lina?

- Are you serious?

- Paige--
- no, Mike.

- I'm gonna get 'em
out of there, all of them,

and I'm still gonna
keep sulla in play.

- No.
- I'm not asking.

- This one has had some
truly remarkable experience.

Its primary pilot
was awarded multiple medals,

including a silver star,
and the aircraft itself

played a significant role
in the tet offensive.

- The tet offensive?
- Yeah.

- That aircraft
is older than life.

- Well, it is a bit
of an antique, but she--

- but I got more technology
in my pocket.

I can't fly in like I'm at
an apocalypse now convention.

- Well, we have
some other options.

- Yeah? Anything from
the invasion of normandy?

Kitty hawk era?
I'm joking.

- Well, yeah. Okay.
Um, we have some more up here.

- So what's the deal
with west?

- Yeah, I took care of it.

- Last time you said that,

I had to get my sawzall
out of storage.

- And whose fault was that?

It's under control.

- All right, fine.

By the way, read that.

Two Salvadorians,
one family associate,

bullets in all of 'em--
bing, bang, boom.

What's the approach?

- I think the approach
is there is no approach.

I think we let homicide
handle it.

Carlito's in Mexico.
His sister is clueless.

- Mm. So you saying we're
out of the solano business?

- We are.

I think it's time we take
our chips, and we walk away.

- All right, copy that.

- Did I wake you?
- No.

- You gonna let me in?

- Oh, what,
like I know you?

Like we're old friends?
Nope.

- Okay.
So I'll keep it simple.

You got skills,
and I want to use 'em.

- Mm. Oof.

Well, I guess
I'm flattered,

but if I gave in to everyone
that flattered me,

I'd have a dozen kids
and a vaginal echo chamber.

- You said I need four people
to take a bank.

- Yeah.
- How about, hypothetically,

you and me take it?
- Right.

Yeah, well, I'm good,
but I don't have superpowers.

You and me plus two more,
though, that's solid.

- So that's 80/20 split.

80 for us,
20 for them.

- Okay, so, in this
purely hypothetical situation,

I'd be getting 40% of what?

- Couple mil, easy.

- In safe-deposit boxes?
- Yes.

- Is that drug money?

- Is that a problem?
- Spends the same.

- You'd be calling the shots.

You'd be a partner,
no hired-help bullsh--.

- Let me think about it.
- Hurry up.

- All right, I'll meet you
at 6:00 with the answer.

Pop noxon's.

- You need a new spot.

- They put Rosemary
on their fries.

Why would I go anywhere else?
Hey.

Take a cab there.
- Why?

[Upbeat rock music]

♪

- What the hell was that?

- Mormons.
- Mormons.

You talked to mormons...

For that long.

- I almost converted them.

- I'll bet you did.

- This is it, right?

- It's all right.
It's gonna be okay.

We're gonna wait this thing out,
and it's gonna be just fine.

Promise.
- Who are you? What are you?

[Knock on door]

[Whimpers]

- Paul west?
- And you are?

- I'm a friend of Sidney's.
- Hmm.

What are you, his racquetball
partner or something?

- [Cries]

- I'm here to help
with that.

- These are good.
- I got friends.

- Who are you, Johnny?

- You know who I am.

- Let's find an island
where they won't extradite.

We can go
and eat papayas.

- Little cottage
overlooking the water,

nude beaches.

- Whether it's legal or not.
- [Laughs]

We can't.

We'll go to your father's.

Airports are too risky,

so we'll drive across the border
at San isidro.

That's the best thing.

- We'll see
if that's true.

- I got to be honest with you.
Rosemary on fries sucks.

- Yeah, I know,
but it's a good place to meet.

Pop's is safe.

You know, he's got surveillance
cameras everywhere

to keep out the riffraff.

- Looks pretty riffraff-y
to me.

- That's 'cause
the regulars know

there's no recording
going on.

Cameras are for show.

Tricky.
[Clicks tongue]

- Tricky.
What's the word?

- I'll do it with you,

just you.

Okay, we'll need
a wheelman,

but it'll just be me and you
on the inside.

- Splitting it two ways sounds
nice, but is it safe?

- Depends.
- On?

- How well you handle yourself.
You talk big--

warehouse hits and all,
but if I'm going in with you,

I got to know one thing.
- What's that?

- Will you get me
a cheeseburger

and everything
in the cash register?

Remember,
there's no cameras.

- Everything on it?

- Surprise me.

- Got a second?

- That how long I got
before you disappear again?

- That will
never happen again.

- All right,
you get one,

and that's it.

- Yes, sir.

- Someone gave me one once

when my wife was done being
mother of the year for a while.

- What happened?

- I don't think I know you
well enough to tell you that,

but I will say the people
she got caught up with...

They're walking
a little funny.

How's your girl?

- She's, uh, she's better--
sleeping, thank God.

Thanks for the doctor.
- You're welcome.

When you said she was your ex,
maybe you guys can work it out.

- No.
- All right, then, Paul.

Unless you want to help me
with my spelling,

I need to get these done.

We're good here now, Paul,
so go keep her company.

- I appreciate it.

[Gun cocks]

- Open the register,
one hand.

Hurry up.

That guy behind you
is gonna be picking your teeth

out of his face
you don't drop it.

Drop it!

Cash now, hurry up!

Somebody get me
a goddamn cheeseburger!

[Tires screech]

[Country rock]

♪

- The girls can't leave
with me,

but it doesn't mean
I still can't buy 'em from you.

- [Whispers]
Stand by.

- You have trouble
getting the point.

- Take a look at this.

That's $250,000.

It's a down payment.

We'll call it
a layaway plan.

- I'm listening.

- I know this doesn't buy
the girls' exit.

When the girls
leave with me,

you get the rest
of the money.

- And the fish stay here

until my boss says
they can swim away.

- So does the cash.

And so do I.
- When you sign a layaway plan,

you don't sleep at the kmart.

- This is a lot of money.
- This isn't a hotel.

- [Sighs]

[Locks click]

My clients want their product
undamaged and healthy.

I need to protect their
interests and their investment.

- You.

- It's what
they pay me for.

- Pick a room.

There's plenty
to choose from.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- You're looking better.

You lay down.
I got it.

- Mm.

I called my mom.

Maia's gonna stay there
for the rest of the week.

- That's good.

You need time.

- I need
a lot of things.

Why?

Why did I lie for you?

- It's better
that you don't know.

- Better for who?

Are you a cop?

- Yes.

- Then what's your name?
Your real name?

It's not west
or whatever, is it?

- [Sighs]

- You knew my husband.

- I didn't know him.

- Bullshi--.
- I did not know him.

- [Scoffs]
You met him.

I can see that.
Are you FBI?

- [Laughs]
- Were you on the same case

that got him killed?

Tell me.

Tell me
what happened to him.

Is he dead? Is he?

- Yes.

- What happened to him?

Oh, God, what happened
to my Juan?

- Kelly, I'm sorry.

[Whack]

- How did
my husband die?

How did he die?

- Kelly, it's...

- Get out.

Get out!

[Door opens, closes]

- Hey, Paige,
it's Dale.

Um, listen,
I'm striking out here.

I've been to hell and back,

and all I'm getting
is shot-up sh--

that's either too small
or permanently grounded.

I think
I'm gonna call it.

I got to get some sleep,

so I'll try again
when I wake up.

All right, bye.

- Listen, I got one
that came in last night.

The wheels are a little wobbly,
the window shakes a little bit,

but other than that,
she--she should fly fine.

- Yeah? How many wings
has this one got?

Look, man,
if it looks like something

snoopy would fly,
not interested.

- No, it's right out here,
just outside.

- All right,
let's make it quick.

Sold.

- Paul?
- In here, babe.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- What happened?

- I went out of a broken window
after a guy,

and I don't know.

I guess a piece of the sill
must've caught me or something.

- Let me see.
You did a number.

- Mm-hmm.
Help me.

- Sure.

- How'd it go?
- I got the girl.

- Good for you.

- Looks like I might officially
be a bank robber after all.

- [Sighs]

I need a shower.

- You want company?

- I want you waiting in bed
for me after I get done.

- I just got up.

- Come on.

- Shower quick.

- Sid didn't get to you,
did he?

- What? No, baby. No, come on.
Uh-uh. No.

[Chuckles]

Oh, mama.

[Moaning]

- What's wrong?

- Uh...

- You okay?

- Yeah.

Yeah, baby.

[Dog barking]