All language subtitles for GRACELAND - S02 E11 - Home (720p Web-DL)

- Previously on Graceland...

- This is francesca's ragu,
and the rules are simple--

don't touch,
and don't be late.

- I killed an FBI agent,
and they got it on tape.

- Dale, you could get
three years for accessory.

- Detective sid markham,

I know you're working
with the solano cartel.

You don't just retire.

- You do if you got a ton
of cash in safety-deposit boxes.

- We rob the bank.

If his nest egg
goes up in smoke,

he's got to make a move.

- We hit getty national
in one week.

- I'll be ready.

- You and little miss FBI
had some chemistry.

I'd like you to lean in,

see what she's doing
with our surveillance gear.

- Apparently
it's a sex-trafficking ring

in sylmar.

It's definitely solano.

His son set it up.

If anybody finds out
I gave this to you...

- I want approaches from
every angle within the hour.

- Sulla--
[Gunshots]

- Everybody, hands up!

- My blonde friend
is gonna ask me

why we went in under their nose
and everyone died,

and I don't know
what to tell her.

- You tell her nothing.

Good job.
I'll call you.

- So you guys screwed me, huh?
We lost everything.

- Sid is finally bringing me
into the fold.

Charlie's pregnant.

I really want to keep it.

Sauce, huh?

- Been too long.

You want to help me
cut the peppers?

[Cell phone rings]

- This place burned
because of us.

And you lit the match!

- Stay back.

- Guns now?

[Men struggling]

[Gunshot]

[Click, beep, beep, beep]

Hey.

Yeah, okay.
Sounds good.

All right, man,
talk to you later.

- What'd he say?

Hello?

- Um...

He--he said
that he wants to, um...

- He wants you
to what, Paul?

- Meet tomorrow,
at the office.

- Tell me what's going on.

- Well, I guess
I was just expecting

something different,
you know.

- Confession?
- [Chuckles] Wishful thinking.

[Chuckles]
- Sid's got you worried.

- No. No, sid's never
got me shook.

It's--it'll be fine.

I'll leave you
to the sauce, okay?

- You know I'm here
if you need my help.

- Yeah.
Yeah, I know.

- Did you get
the call or what?

- What call?
- The call from sid--

it's a dirty cop who works
for carlito,

the guy who just killed sulla.

This guy you're supposed
to be undercover with.

- Yeah, Mike, he called.

He said we'd talk
in the morning.

- Damn it.
Is he putting you off?

I need to go down
to the FBI office in the morning

and give them a full debriefing
about why five people

were just gunned down
in sylmar under my watch,

and I have no idea
what to say.

- Well, why don't you say

you're still working?
- Working.

Right.
Well, working doesn't mean sh--.

Working just means
I haven't failed yet.

- Okay, Mike, well, tell them
you haven't failed yet.

- We get close,

and then
every solid lead we have

just gets swept away.

We need to get our hand
around sid's neck and squeeze.

We got to put this guy down.

- So what time are we checking
out the airstrip tomorrow?

- I will think about that
when I wake up in the morning

and not a moment sooner.

- Look, I want to get this done,
and I need to get it done now.

- Johnny, shh.

- What?
- You smell that?

- I've been in the car
for, like, 14 hours.

- [Whispers]
The sauce.

- [Inhales deeply]

- Yeah.

- [Exhales, whispers]
Thank you.

- Oh.
- Don't even think about it.

I'll cut you.

- We don't need
a murder scene.

You know
that we know the rules.

- I know that you're
a sneaky little toad

that gets night hungers.

- That smells so good.
- Mm-hmm.

- You tell the story yet?
- Sauce is boiling, right?

- You feel like
telling it again?

- Fine.
- Mmm!

- Okay, thing is,
I've been in the same clothes

for, like, 40 hours,
so let me go change real quick.

- It's a quick story, bro.
Come on.

- Let me just go change.
I'll be right back.

Don't start without me.
- I won't.

- Ah!

- He's heard the story
so many times.

You can start without him.

- [Gasps]
Je--

- we gotta go talk, Dale.
- Ha ha.

How was my trip?
My trip was long.

I'm not going anywhere.

- This is serious.

[Seagull crying]

- And you're absolutely sure
it's the tape.

- I am absolutely sure
it is the tape.

- I'm not doing this again.

If you're running,
you're on your own, man.

I'm sorry.
- I'm not running.

- Because they came at me hard
last time.

- I'm not running.

Charlie's what, six weeks in?
I can't--I'm staying put.

- Okay, so what are
we talking about?

- I got to get my hands
on that tape

before he plays it
for somebody else.

- He?

Who has it?

- Sid.

- Your sid?
- It's got to be.

The call came through
on my gtf cover phone, so--

- Jesus Christ.
What the hell does he want?

- That's a good question.

I tell you what--
after the tape,

he called
four times last night.

- What, you didn't pick up?

- The kind of conversation
I'd rather have

when I'm looking
in the man's eyes.

- Sounds like you want to take
another trip to the desert.

Briggs, sid has a crew.

If sid knows,
his crew probably knows.

So how many trips to the desert
are you gonna take?

- I don't need them, okay?

I need that tape.

If they got no evidence,

they can't prove
anything, right?

Are you gonna help me, Dale?

- You're an asshole.
You know that?

You know as well as I do,
if they get you,

they're gonna come gunning
for me next.

So what choice do I have?

Don't waste my time.
What do you need?

- An alibi.

There's a place
around the corner from here

called Nancy's--
a little diner.

Please, go there,
order two breakfasts on me.

That's it.

- I'm tired, Briggs.

- Me too.

I haven't slept
in days, Jakes.

- We need to get
our hand around sid's neck

[echoing]
And squeeze.

[Rock music]

♪

[Engine starts]

♪

[Electronic music]

♪

[Doorbell rings]

- Paul.

I called you last night
repeatedly.

- That's why I'm here.

- Yeah? Coffee?
I got to turn my brain on.

You just missed the wife
taking Patrick to school.

He loves it.
Loves school.

You should hear him going off
about dinosaurs.

Hold that.
This guy right over here--

his tree sh--s all over
everything.

- Ah.
- Everywhere.

I asked him to cut it down,
didn't I?

- Hey, uh, sid,
I'm sorry about that,

but, you know,
I really didn't drive

all the way out here
to talk about your dirty pool.

What's going on?

- Ah...
[Exhales]

Okay.

You're right.
I owe you some answers.

What happened in there?

All right, I gotta take you
way back here, man.

20 years ago,
I make detective.

Carlos solano was running
a small crew back then.

I bust him
on a narcotics beef.

He gets ten years.

But there's something
about him.

I don't know. I like the guy.
- Right.

- He wants to see me.

He hands me a brochure

for the prison
equestrian program...

Horses for convicts.

- [Chuckles]
- [Laughs]

I say,
"okay, you want your ponies?

What are you gonna give me?"

He starts giving me info
on other crews.

I start making
the biggest busts of my career.

My name is now on the map.

- And knocking off
his competition, right?

- This is true.
- [Chuckles]

- But he gets out.

The arrangement continues.

Then he goes
and does something stupid.

He puts one of his partners
in the ground.

- I thought that was
par for the course, you know.

- Sure, but what was stupid
was that he thought

I would let that slide.

- Just like
you couldn't let him slide

on running those girls
out of sylmar?

- I had to smack him down.
- It was necessary, huh?

- I gotta let Carlos solano
know where the line is.

You'd do the same thing.

- Absolutely.

- You look like
you need some sleep, Paul.

- [Chuckles]
Yeah.

This place burned
because of us.

- We need to get our hand
around sid's neck and squeeze.

- How was Nancy's?

- If anybody asks,
the eggs were runny.

Are we done?
May I go home?

- Sid doesn't have the tape.

- How do you know?

- Because if I'm sid
and I played my only hand

when I played that tape,
I don't show up

to the front door
wearing a smile.

I show up wearing kevlar.

It wasn't him.
- Okay, so maybe

it's one of his cronies--
Archie, Martinez.

- It's Mike.

- Mike Mike?
- Yeah.

- Briggs, you're
out of your goddamn mind.

First off,
how would he get the tape?

Second, if it was Warren,
you'd be in handcuffs yesterday.

- Mm-hmm.
Except I'm still useful to him.

You know, two minutes
after I got that call,

I had Mike staring me
in the face,

saying we gotta
put sid down.

- You think Mike
wants you to kill sid?

- Damn near worked.

- I don't know, Briggs.
- Look...

Mike is tired
of getting got, okay?

He's looking
for any way to end this.

If I put sid 6 feet
under the earth, guess what.

Mike's got me dead to rights
on two murders.

Two, d.J., okay?

No sid, no Briggs.

- You ever think
it might be time to just

get out in front of this,
come clean?

- There's still time.
- Yeah, until there isn't.

- Hey, look, man,
if he's playing the tape for me,

he's not playing it
for his bosses in D.C.

That's for damn sure.

As long as he thinks I'm looking
at sid, I can stop him.

- Stop him how?

God damn it, Briggs.

- Look, man, I will see
my child grow up, Jakes.

- Okay.

No more alibis.

I'm done.

- D.J.
- Enough.

My bed is calling.

[Man shouts, voice echoes]

You, me, forever.

- Yo. Where the hell
you been at, man?

- No, no!

- I need your help.
- Is there a sign on my face

saying I give a sh--?
- No.

- Because everybody keeps coming
to me with their problems.

I don't give a sh--.
So, please, just get out.

- Ice still has that satellite
office in Mexico, right--

the one that deals
with foreign ops?

- So what?

- I need you to get in touch
with somebody there.

I got to get Lucia out.

- [Laughs] You want ice
to exfiltrate your girlfriend?

- Yeah.

- No.
- Yeah.

She's in trouble down there.
- No sh--.

I've been saying for weeks,
if you do this,

bad things will happen.

So what element here
is surprising you?

- You're not gonna help me?
- Mm-mm.

- All right, I'll go ask Mike.
- You can't tell Mike.

- I can tell Mike, okay?
He knows she's not involved.

He'll understand.
He'll protect her.

- "He'll understand"?
- Yeah.

- Let me tell you
what he'll understand.

He'll understand that the moment
you squirmed up

into miss cartel Mexico
princess,

your cover became
a conflict of interest.

He'll understand that you're
no longer a credible witness,

that you probably can't take
the stand if we indict,

and that there's a good chance
you screwed up his whole case,

not just the girl.

- I can't just leave her
down there.

- You can.

That's the only thing
you can do.

- I told her
I'd come back for her.

- You lied.

You lie for a living.

[Door closes]
Aah!

- What are you doing?

- The ballerina
didn't used to spin.

Now it does.

- If it's fixed,
why are you taking it apart?

- Because I liked it better
when it was broken.

What's up?

- I wanted to say thank you.

- For what?

- For saving my life with sid.

- Well, you would have done
the same for me.

- He would've killed me.

- Well, we used to have
something special.

- Right.

It's crazy.

As terrible as the last
couple days have been--

five people are dead,
you know--

a hell of a lot's
gotten accomplished.

Carlos solano moved off
his son's cruise-ship idea.

Briggs inched closer to sid.

You got your girls.

I think they call that
a trifecta.

- We should count
our blessings.

- There'll be
an investigation, you know.

- But that's really hard to do
with lina still missing.

- We'll look into that too.

- I was thinking about writing
her parents a letter.

Want to help me
with that?

- Absolutely.

- I'll see you downstairs
at dinner.

- Can I get a 20 on Eddie?
Bella's looking for him.

- Yeah, I'll be right there.

- Um, excuse me, brother.

Are you the locations manager
for this film?

- Yeah, can I help you?
- Yeah, Paul west, LAPD.

How long you guys shooting here?
- The next four nights.

- Ah. Yeah, that's, uh--
that's gonna be a problem.

There's been a mix-up downtown.

Sanitation's running pipe here
the next couple of nights.

Looks like you guys are
probably gonna have to move.

- We have permits.

This is bullsh--.

- Listen, man,
I'm just the messenger, okay?

Please don't make my life
any harder.

Look, I made a couple of calls
on your behalf.

We can offer you a couple
of blocks just down the way,

beautiful spot right in front
of getty national bank.

- It's not that simple.

- It's gonna have to be,
my friend,

because look, either
you're gonna share real estate

with sanitation,

or you're gonna pick up stakes
and vamonos.

What's it gonna be?

[Folksy blues music]

♪

- Hey, Briggs is here.
We can start.

- Watch it.
Watch it.

- About time. About time.
- Let's do it.

- I could eat my own hand.
- All right.

- Oh, my God.

- Voila.
- Yes!

Get in my body.
I'm starving.

- Thank you, Charlie.

- I guess
this wouldn't be sauce night

without a brief toast.

I know everybody's hungry,
so I'll keep it short.

To Graceland.

- Yeah, word up.
- To home.

- Home.
- Cheers.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- Welcome home.

- Now let's eat.
Mangia.

- Ladies first.

Paige, you hungry?
- I'm always hungry.

[Cell phone chiming]

- Y-yo!
- No phones on sauce night.

- That was work.
- I don't care. Sauce time.

- Hey, Johnny,
was that Lucia or carlito?

- Um, carlito.

- That must've been crazy.
- What?

- When sid called and tipped off
carlito's little side project.

- Actually, the timing
couldn't have been more perfect.

- How so?

- No work talk--
sauce night.

- No. If Mike wants
to talk work, let's talk work.

- No, you know what?
You're right, Chuck.

We get so wrapped up
in work sometimes.

Well, what's going on?

Does anybody got anything
going on in their lives

they want to share?

[Opera music in background]

- Anybody else having, uh,
trouble with the washer?

- Yeah, you just have to turn
the little knob to the left

until it clicks.
- Oh, okay.

It's a knob thing?
'Cause I was gonna fix it, but--

- it'll click.

- In lieu of
that stimulating conversation,

I guess work it is.

Sorry, Chuck.

Johnny, why was the timing
so perfect?

- Well, Briggs
had just called me.

And I told him
that Carlos wasn't gonna buy

into the plane idea

unless we found a way
to discredit carlito, so...

It was just perfect.
Right, Briggs?

- What's the matter, Briggs?
You seem a little out of it.

- I haven't slept.

- Johnny, when I catch sid

and ask him
who tipped him off to all this,

what do you think
he's gonna say?

- You know, I think sid
would probably

pretty much say anything
to shave a single day

off of a life sentence.

But you know
what's funny, Mike?

I get the impression
that you would not be happy

unless sid spends the rest
of his days in the ground.

Why don't you share
with everybody

what you told me
last night, Mike?

I can quote you.
- That's enough, Briggs.

You're tired.
You're not thinking clearly.

- What?
Come on, baby.

- No one wants to hear it.
- Okay. I'm sorry.

I apologize.

I thought this was
what you wanted--

you know, everybody to come
together and share stuff

and be honest about sh--.

- You're not honest
with anybody.

- Okay.

Well, why don't you show me
what that looks like, babe?

I have an idea.

Why don't we start talking
about Kelly badillo?

- Did you just say
"Kelly badillo"?

- You piece of sh--.
- Easy, mama bear.

- What did you call me?
- Yes, but--

[overlapping shouting]

- Tell me this!
How far will you go to get sid?

- I think
the better question is,

what wouldn't I do
to catch you?

- Come get it, young man.

[All shouting]

- What do you think of that?

All right?

[Opera music continues]

- I'm in love with Lucia.
- Johnny.

- I've been sleeping with her
this whole time.

[Cell phone ringing]

- [Sighs]

[Cell phone beeps]
What's up?

- We got a problem.
- What kind of problem?

- Some sh-- ass slasher flick
is working nights on our block.

It means we're looking
at crowds,

lights,
and police escorts.

- Jesus Christ.

What now?

- Now?
Now nothing.

We can't work
under that kind of exposure.

Job's off.

[Line clicks, dial tone]

[Opera music continues]

- You know what
this place is?

- I know exactly
what this place is.

[Echoing]
You killed everyone here.

- What the hell's her problem?

Why doesn't she want
to go through with it?

- There's a film shooting
right across the street

the night of the heist.
- What are you talking about?

- "John woodsman vii"
or something.

- What is that, a porno?

- Woodsman John vii?

No, ain't no porno.

He's this lumberjack
who comes back from the dead

to chop down
slutty teenagers.

- You're like the Wikipedia
of nonsense.

What are you talking about?
- It's a pretty good movie.

- All right, listen,
can we talk solutions?

Every goddamn time we get
this close, something happens.

Well, not this time, okay?

- Is there a possibility that
we can do it in a day or two?

- No. They change
the security code every night.

Amber spent weeks on
digital recon finding a match.

If you want to wait
a few more weeks, but--

- I mean, the airdrop's
in three or four days.

- We have to do the heist,
and we have to do it now.

- Then do it during the day.

Doors are wide open, no need
for security codes, right?

- Yeah, but then
you got to worry

about civilians
and security.

We need a whole team for that.
- Hmm.

- We could be that team.

- Okay, now you're stepping
into illegal territory, Mike.

- Yeah, but if we're the ones
watching the hostages,

they'll be safe, right?

We could even tell them
we're feds.

- You gonna get FBI approval
on that?

- Well, as long
as we get our perp,

they'll let us do
pretty much anything we want.

Right, Mike?

- I don't think
Amber's gonna go for that.

I probably got a better shot
of her going to see

"big Johnson 19" or something.

- Something tells me
she wouldn't like that movie.

- You got to make her go for it.
That's your job.

- You want us to play
a team of bank robbers?

We can't even get
through a dinner.

- All right,
we're professionals.

We should be able
to put aside

our personal differences
and get to work, right?

- Right.
- Yeah.

- All right, let's go.
- [Clears throat]

- I don't want Briggs on this.
- Me neither.

He's acting strange.

- When you talk to Amber,
just make sure

she doesn't need
all of us, okay?

- Okay.

Care to try the best marinara
this side of the Atlantic?

[Rock music playing]

♪

- Oh, my God.

- What?
- This is so good.

- Yeah? Thanks.

- I can't believe
you've been holding out on me.

- Yeah, well, it doesn't have
to end, you know.

- I don't risk my life
for pussy.

- Good, 'cause that's not
what I was offering.

- Even more disappointed.

You just thought a meal and
a smile would change my mind?

- No, I thought a better plan
would change your mind.

Coming through the front doors
during the day.

Don't have to break in.
The vault will already be open.

Takes off a minute, 45
of our time.

- We need a crew for that.

I can't get one assembled
that fast.

- I can.

- Of course.
Yeah, I forgot.

You're the pied Piper
of thieves.

- Came through
with the wheelman, didn't I?

- [Sighs]

It's just not smart
to crew up the day before.

- Oh, please.
They're hired guns.

All they have to do is take care
of the hostages.

We do the rest.

Get your balls up, man.

[Door closes]
[Sighs]

- Are we in?

- Mike, we got two hours
to put together

airtight aliases to convince
Amber that we're hired gunmen.

- I already got
Jakes and Johnny on it.

- Great.
- And Briggs?

- She's not comfortable
taking hostages

with less than
four gunmen.

I'd ask somebody else,
but there's no time.

- No, no, it's fine.
I can keep an eye on Briggs.

- Great.

- Come on.

[Rock music]

♪

- I feel butt-naked
without my gun.

- Amber's
specific instructions.

- What do we got?

- We got John,
Paul, Mike, and Paige.

They'll be covering
the perimeter and the hostages.

- Nice to see you again.
- You too.

Nice to meet you,
but from now on,

you don't have names.

You're animals.

- [Chuckles]
Oh, you're serious.

- We don't want the hostages
knowing anything about us.

So the goat, her glock,
and myself, the monkey,

will head straight back
to the vault.

It'll take exactly
4 minutes and 13 seconds

to clear the vault.

We'll need someone
to transport the cash

to the van while we pack it.
- I'll do it.

- I don't think so.
I got it.

- I like the enthusiasm, boys,

but I don't let the guy
who wants to carry the cash

be in charge
of carrying the cash.

Hope you understand.

The innocent sheep
carries the cash.

You look like you should work
in a bank, not rob one.

- That's how
they never see me coming.

- The rabbit watches the door.

Sly fox...

In the getaway van.

The pig herds the hostages
into the back office,

keeps them under control.

- No, why I got to be the pig?
- 'Cause it's a natural fit.

- Look, I'm like Mr. pink
over here.

No--how am I gonna intimidate
hostages with a pig on?

Thanks.

- Mr. tiger cuts
the security video,

then helps
with the hostages.

One last thing...

If you try and screw me,
I'll leave you in the ground.

- Is that necessary?

- Oh...

You're the mystery man.

Hmm?

I was wondering
if she'd bring you.

Hmm.

But your guns were loaded,
and none of you hesitated.

I like that.

Tomorrow, 8:00 A.M. sharp,

I want you all to know
this floor plan

better than
your mother's face.

We'll do run-throughs
for two hours,

go home,
get a good night's sleep.

- You know what
this place is?

- I know exactly
what this place is.

You killed
everyone here.

- You know what?
You're right.

We both did.

This place burned
because of us.

- But everyone has
his price, right?

- You know, I never thought
I would find mine

at the end of a needle,
but you made sure of that,

didn't you?

Didn't you?

And you lit the match!

- Stay back.

- Guns now?

[Gunshot]

- I guess it was
only a matter of time, huh?

- Are you just having fun,

or do you want something,
Mike?

- Both.
- Hmm.

- Sid.
- [Chuckles]

- You're not a murderer.
- No...

But you are.
- Hmm.

You haven't turned it in yet.

- How can you be so sure?

- Because you
still need me.

- Paul.

- What?
[Baby babbles]

- You can't do this to us.

- I'm not.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I think I'm good.

- You walking
in your sleep now?

- [Exhales deeply]

Yeah, I guess so.

Let's, um--
let's go back to bed.

- You know, in a couple months,

we're gonna have a little
monster moving around in there--

our little monster.

We're gonna talk about
whether it's a boy or a girl,

what we're gonna name it.

Are we gonna raise it
catholic or Buddhist?

But all that, Paul...
If we don't talk,

we can't have
those conversations.

- We talk.

We're talking.

- I can do this alone.
I just don't want to.

- You won't have to.

Listen, once we get
this bank job out of the way,

I think I'll be able
to clear my head.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Paul...

- Hey, Charlie...

It's gonna be fine.

I promise.

- Early's just as bad as late.

- You don't even know
why I'm here yet.

- Whatever's
between you and her,

I'm sure you're smart enough
to put it aside for the job.

- You'd be right about that,
but, uh, I'm not sure she is.

- What do you mean?

- If you know her, you know
she tends to mix the personal

and the professional.

It clouds her judgment.

Sometimes she hires
the wrong people.

- Like you?

- Like the rabbit.
- Mike?

- A friend of mine did a stickup
job with him a while back.

Turns out the rabbit
took the money and ran.

- Charlie picked him.

I trust her.

- She picked me too.

- Taken under advisement.

Don't worry.

If he tries anything funny,

I won't hesitate
to put him down.

- I believe you.

- Move!

- Everybody on the ground
right now!

- Hey, hey, hey,
don't do it!

- Everybody stay calm,
and no one gets hurt!

- Give me your gun!
- Move it, lady!

- Don't you touch that!

- Let's go, let's go!
A little faster!

Come on, move it!
- Move it! Move it!

- Go!
Get to the back room!

Go, go!

- Stupid move, lady!
Time!

- In the back!
In the back office!

Back office, come on!
- Let's go! Let's go!

- Not smart, lady,
not smart!

Let's go!
Let's go!

- Don't do it! Don't do it!
Come on!

In the back! In the back!
- Go! Go!

- Get in the back room!

- Move to the back!
- Let's go!

- Keep moving!
Let's go!

In the back office!
Let's go! Let's go!

Keep moving, lady!
Go!

- Let's go!
Move!

- Hurry up!
- Move!

- Get against the wall!
Go! Go! Go!

Up against the wall!

- We're federal agents, okay?

Keep quiet,
and you'll be okay.

Nod your heads,
so I know you understand me.

Good.

- 2 minutes and 48 seconds.

[Boom]

- It's all right.
Relax.

- Jackpot.
- Yeah.

- What are you
looking at, huh, man?

- Nothing.
I wasn't looking at nothing.

- You know what, Paige?
Keep an eye on this one, okay?

He's up to something.

- No, I have
to go get the money.

- He's on some hero sh--, okay?

He almost drew his gun
and shot me out in the lobby.

- Stick to the plan.

- Sometimes plans change.
Watch him.

[Door closes]

Hey, rabbit,
hostages are getting unruly.

You gonna get the money,
or should I?

- I'll get the cash.

- Almost done.
One more bag after this.

- Okay, good.
We got to wrap this up.

It's time to get
out of here.

- I'll take this bag
to the van.

- Where the hell's sheep?

- He's tied up
with the hostages.

- [Exhales deeply]
Greedy scumbag.

- What?

- Tiger warned me about him.

- What are you doing?
- Cleaning up your mess.

- What does that mean?
- Maybe you didn't know,

or maybe you're trying
to screw me too.

All I'm saying is this is why
you don't change plans

the day before.
- Amber--

- now I'm gonna go put a bullet

in your friend
who took my money.

- Mike!

[Cell phone vibrating]

- This place burned
because of us.

- But everyone
has his price, right?

- You lit the match!

- Stay back.
- Guns now?

[Gunshot]
- [Screams]

[Sirens wailing]
[Background chatter]

- They done with you?

- What the hell happened
in there, Paul?

[Tires screeching]

- Come on, we got to go.

- No, wait.
I want to talk to you.

- Charlie, come on,
we got to go.

[Sid groans]

- Hey, Tommy.

Hey, man, what's going on?

So it was all
an undercover op by--

drumroll--your boy
special agent Mike Warren.

Perp got away.
Bust went sour.

- Yeah, it went sour,
all right.

- I'll do a little digging,
see what I can find out.

- I spoke with agent amadio,
bucknam, and dehoop.

None of this was approved.

- I'm sorry, sir.
The plan changed,

but the mission
remained the same--

to take markham's money
out of play.

- You destroyed bank property,
put innocent hostages at risk.

You're less than a week outside
this bloodbath in sylmar.

I swear to God, if I didn't know
you were such a ladder climber,

I'd think you were trying
to cannonball your own career.

Are you even listening
to me right now?

- Yes, sir.

I know it may
not look like it,

but I have this
under control.

If you'll excuse me...

- Warren!

- You're gonna have
to trust me.

- This is suicide, Warren.

- Hey, sid.

You must feel
pretty stupid, huh?

- How's that?

- You put your own name
on the safe-deposit boxes.

- I like my name.

- I think you have
more important things

to be worried about,
detective markham.

- See, the thing is...

There's nothing on my wrists.

- I can just hold on
to this for you,

unless you want to claim it.

- I'll see you around.

[Mellow rock music]

♪

- You just missed our turn.

Where are you taking me?

- To the desert.
I want to show you something.

- Show me what?

- I want to show you
the truth, Charlie.

- No, I don't want
to hear it anymore.

Just take me home.

Turn around, Paul.

- You know what?
I have been sleepwalking...

For months.
Sh--, for years.

I didn't even know it, but...

You have been asking me
to talk.

And you're right.

There's things
you need to hear, babe...

To see,

things you could never
possibly--

[loud crash,
tires screeching]

Baby, call the sheriff.

- Paul.
- Call animal control.

She's still alive.

- Take me home.

- Come on, her ribs are broken.
She's got internal--

[gunshot]

- You lit the match, Paul.

- How long?

How long have
you had the tape?

- Couple of weeks.

- That's why you left the house?
- God, no.

I left the house
'cause I knew I was pregnant.

That same goddamn night
I get a call

from a friend at the LAPD,
and he plays the tape and...

Why didn't you just tell me?

I gave you every chance...

Every chance.

- I was gonna tell you.
- No.

You were gonna kill Mike.

[Voice breaking]
Instead of coming to me,

instead of trusting me,
you turned to murder.

Your plan was to murder Mike.

Is that who you are?

- Charlie, look, I'm not--
- too late!

Too late!

- Catherine...

When our kid grows up,
what are you gonna tell him?

- That you're a coward.

[Car door opens, closes]

[Engine turns over,
car departing]

[Dog barks]