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- (lighter clicks)
- (elevator dings)

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(clicks)

(unlocks door)

Narrator:
On the platform, the biologist

must take his samples,
and his chances,

among the sharp flensing knives
on the blood-slick deck.

(TV playing indistinctly)

- (muted gunshots)
- (bodies thud)

Narrator (on TV):
Running does not help.

Teeth are a prime target.

More heat lost.

Life is subject to the general
diffusion of all energy.

Concentrated heat was the past.

Diffused heat is the future.

The young lady's heat, eventually,
will be lost in outer space.

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(woman sighs)

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(woman sighing)

(woman sighing)

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(woman sighs)

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(mouths)

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(wind whooshing)

(distant shrieking)

(wind blowing)

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*JETT*
Season 01 Episode 09

*JETT*
Episode Title: "Miljan Bestic"

(rapid breathing)

(gasps)

What time is it?

Eight-thirty.

I fell asleep?

(sighs)

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

(clicking)

[♪♪]

- Ronnie: Ms. Kowalski.
- Jett: Ronnie.

(indistinct chattering)

Follow me, please.

This will be returned
to you after.

(sucks fingers)

I was starving,
so I already started.

Please forgive me.
Do you want to get yourself a plate?

- No.
- Are you sure?

- Yes.
- You know what they say.

That breakfast is the most
important meal of the day.

You seem a little tense.

There's something
about you that makes me

wanna kick your
fucking face in, but...

- I'm all right.
- (chuckles)

I think that you
are downplaying it.

What you want to do to me?

Dillon: Lamar
Benjamin, aka Judge.

Nasty piece of work.

Twice deployed in Iraq, where he had a
nervous breakdown at a raid in Fallujah.

Came home,
beat his girlfriend to death.

A week later,
he killed Jimarcus Hooks,

known dope dealer he believed
was screwing the girlfriend.

At the trial, they brought
in VA psychiatrists to testify,

and they declared Lamar insane.

He spent six months at a
state hospital in Hawthorne,

has been killing people
ever since he got out.

Jett: If you know all that,
why can't you arrest him?

Oh, we arrested him.

In seven years of arrests,
convictions,

plea bargains,
and insanity judgments,

Lamar spent a grand total
of 10 months behind bars.

This all before
he started his little...

side business
of killing for hire.

I'd say he's murdered...
at least 20 people.

Tell me about
the hotel manager.

Hmm, a little squirrelly,

- but he's been okay, I guess.
- He's a day manager?

Executive
assistant manager.

Parrish is who we dealt with
during our surveillance.

You want him
to set up your guy?

I'm not asking
for your permission.

You're taking a lot
of chances walking in there.

I don't have a lot of options.

Can you get a hold of Parrish?

He doesn't need
to know any details.

Guy could be sleeping, you know?

Jett: He'll no doubt
be surprised to see us.

(whispering):
Walter!

Honey!

Walter!

- What's wrong?
- Shh!

I think somebody's
in the house.

(sighs)

Don't fall
asleep on me.

All right.
I'm awake.

- I'm awake.
- Did you not set the alarm?

- Of course I did.
- You forgot again.

- No, I didn't.
- Then how come it didn't go off?

- (sighs) Fuck.
- What are you doing?

- Walter: I'm gonna go see downstairs.
- We should call 911.

Whoa, whoa. Don't get
ahead of yourself.

Let me check it out.
If you hear me raise my voice,

then call the cops.

(laughs)
That's stupid.

(light clicks)

- Try to stay calm.
- Jesus Christ!

- Who the fuck are you?
- It's a home invasion!

Annie, Walter,
keep your voices down.

This is not
a home invasion.

What... What
do you want?

My associate, Detective Dillon,
is downstairs.

He would like a word
with you, Walter.

- Why?
- No, no, I know a Detective Dillon.

What is this about?

Come downstairs
and we'll explain.

I would've had him
come up, but...

his face is covered
in stitches.

It's a little
distracting.

And for
the record,

Walter did not forget
to set the alarm tonight.

Let me tell you a story.

After the story,
if you still feel like

kicking my face in, or worse,

well, then, at least you have the
information you need to move forward.

Please, sit down.

Once upon a time,
there was a beautiful woman,

not your garden-variety
beautiful.

This woman was
dramatically attractive.

She had perfect skin, and...

full lips, and when she smiled,

it could melt an iceberg.

And her name was Cristelle.

And I was so in love with her.

And she loved me, too.

I believe that.

The problem was that she was
pregnant with another man's child.

This man,
he was a dangerous man.

He was a real gangster.

He's Charlie Baudelaire.

And Charlie,

well, he did not take
kindly to her telling him

that she had feelings
for another man

while she was carrying
his child in her womb.

Well, Charlie yelled at her,

and he beat her,
and he called her a whore.

In retrospect,
I believe we severely

underestimated
her power over us.

We thought we were tussling
over a fashion model.

Two young men marking
their territory.

But I digress.

Charlie:
Sherman Grant Quinn.

- No, no, Chin.
- (door opens)

- Why won't you come in?
- Because I'm busy.

- Go to bed, Vivian.
- Answer me this one thing,

but tell me
the truth this time.

- I always tell the truth.
- (scoffs)

- Like fuck you do.
- Oh, you see?

Yeah, well, I don't care
for that kind of language.

I don't give a shit what kind
of language you care for.

If I gave a shit, I wouldn't
be talking at all, would I?

- You know, you're not making any sense.
- I'm making all the sense.

(sighs) Yeah, maybe you
shouldn't drink so much.

Just because you are
in your own world

and don't make an effort to
understand jack shit of what I'm...

How many times do you come
to this fuck pad a month?

- Good night, Vivian.
- Bennie, you understand...

Look, leave Bennie out of this!

Go get undressed
and get in bed!

Oh, ho, ho.

Now, it comes out.

Are we a little
horny maybe?

We're done here.
Good night.

(phone ringing)

Charlie says we're done.
Oh, okay, Charlie.

Whatever you say.
Charlie knows best.

No, sir! Yes, sir!
Charlie, sir!

Get her in bed
before I smack her.

Mrs. Baudelaire.

What ever happened to
keep Bennie out of this?

Why can't you just tuck me in?

Good night! (sighs)

- Yes.
- Bestic (over phone): Charlie?

Miljan Bestic.

How'd you get this number?

I heard about your son.

Nothing I can say
will make that better.

But I have
a proposition for you.

More like a gift.

(sighs)

Vivian: Why doesn't
he want to tuck me in?

Doesn't even want to touch me,
he's so tired out

from all of his
skanky whores.

He has no need for this.

- Vivian...
- (sniffles)

His son was murdered today.

Do you know
I almost got murdered, too?

You told me, yes.

He was so close.

I almost peed in my pants.

(sniffles)

- I'm gonna go now.
- Help me with this first.

Please?

(sighs)

She's gonna be fine.

- (Vivian whimpers)
- (glass shatters)

(sighs)

Who else do you
want me to try?

That's it for tonight.

(sighs)

When the baby was born,

Charlie sent some men
to steal it from her...

because he knew that if it
was raised under her hand,

the child would grow
to hate his father,

and he would not
have a proper heir

for the business
he was building.

So, Charlie brought Junior here,

and he raised him in the States.

And I dated this woman...

in the aftermath
of this awful tragedy.

A mother having her
child stolen from her.

Can you imagine that?

Of course you can.

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

Bestic:
Many years later,

I learned that Junior
was in Marseilles,

doing business
in his father's name.

He is buying
weapons from this...

particularly nasty arms dealer
that I know.

So, I insert myself
into this evening.

And I watch him,

and I talk to him.

It's Junior.

His eyes reminded me so much

of my dearly departed Cristelle.

Her death was no accident.

Charlie was behind it,
bet you didn't know that.

(chuckles)

Am I boring you?

So, I am boring you.

Only a little.

Well, that evening in Marseilles

was one of degenerate
debauchery.

There were drugs,

fucking, beatings,
what have you.

And I make sure that Junior

is roasted and toasted
beyond fucking imagination...

so that when he wakes
up in the morning

with three underage
male prostitutes

chopped in pieces,

well,

he's beside himself.

And I help him.

And I counseled him.

I clean up his mess.

- Do you follow what I am saying?
- Yes.

I don't think that you do.

No matter how Charlie
tried to raise his child

to do as he was told,

Junior grew up spiteful.

A snake snapping at its
own tail, so you used that.

You can imagine the level
of gratitude he feels for me.

You can imagine
the immense debt he owes me,

knowing that I have pictures
of his misadventures.

Pictures that, at any moment,
I could give to the task force

that is investigating
the Baudelaires.

You know some of those
detectives, I believe.

Whatever you think you're doing,

whatever provocation you
believe will catch me off guard,

I'm not interested.

I came here to tell you,

I will not do what
you ask me to do.

I won't do anything
more for you.

I assume you came
in the hopes of killing me.

But killing me will not solve
your problem with Charlie,

so why don't you just
kill him instead,

and settle
our account?

Charlie and I will work out
our differences without you.

You can't honestly
believe that.

We're done, you and I.

We are not done.

We are done.

(door opens)

Bestic:
Perfect timing.

Charlie.

(neon sign buzzing)

- (sultry music playing)
- Woman (on video): Yeah! Yeah!

- (slapping)
- (moaning)

Woman: Oh yeah!
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder!

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
harder, harder!

Lamar:
This is the cat.

When was this?

Two months back, maybe.

Cops still have
no idea how it was done.

- He works independent.
- He does.

Matter of fact, motherfucker
plays better with Eskimos.

- (chuckles)
- I don't have time to waste

on some hard-on
who can't hold a conversation.

Oh, you're paying the bills,
he'll talk to you.

He just can't
stand the Italians,

or the Mexicans,

or the Russians,

or the Colombians.

- He doesn't work very often then.
- Eh.

He's eccentric
like that,

but this is a tough
proposition, right?

You want somebody liable
to not crack up on you.

This is a man that can
make things happen.

Hang on a second.

[♪♪]

Get out of here!

Lamar (muttering): Fuck.
It's gonna cost me a few dollars.

Goddamn thrill seekers.

I blame the Internet.

They spend all day staring
at free pussy.

They figure they can
just walk up in here

and steal the real deal.

Snatch the snatch, get it?

How soon can you
get a hold of him?

Well, how soon
you need this done?

- Nine a.m.
- As in today?

- As in today.
- (laughing)

Woo!

Everybody's in a hurry.

Slow down.
You'll live longer, mama.

You're right.
Wish I could.

Must be a fine line playing
it close to the vest

and staying high enough
to wait around this dump.

Here's five.

The rest when you're done.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You think I'm the cat?

Like I told you,
I'm only the middleman.

I asked around about you,
I know you did the same,

so let's cut the cute stuff.

Is there even a remote chance
you're wearing a wire right now?

No.

But you're not
gonna show me.

You wanna see bare-ass women,
look around.

Here's the exact time
and place he'll be at.

If you think you're
gonna pull a rope

and the net's
gonna drop on me,

mm-mm, don't do it.

I won't.

Well, that's mighty
honorable of you.

The point I want to make:

I don't fuck lady cops.

That makes two of us.

You're a girl who's used
to calling her own shots,

- aren't you?
- How'd you pick up on that?

- (TV playing indistinctly)
- (knocking on door)

What are you
doing here?

Looking for Eddie.
He's not here?

- Nope.
- Where is he?

Uh, last I heard,
he was dropping you off.

Aren't you supposed
to be at work?

I got there and
my dipshit manager

said I got
the shifts mixed up.

But I didn't. He just double-
booked this crackhead junkie

he's trying
to play daddy to.

- Can I come in?
- Sure.

- What were you doing?
- Just watching TV.

I like what you've
done with the place.

Malibu: Eddie said you did time.
Where was that?

At Jackson,
Michigan.

My mom's originally
from Lansing.

I never need to set foot
in that state again,

no disrespect
to your mom.

You're a Marine, too?

No, US Army sniper.

That's kind of bad-ass,
right?

It is what it is.

Where'd you go
to learn to do that?

Fort Benning, Georgia.

I'm a pretty good dancer.

- Okay.
- That was kind of random, huh?

Sometimes, I skip a beat

and think I said
something out loud

and jump
to the next thought.

Like I was thinking,

wow, sniper.

That's a bad-ass skill.

Do I have any bad-ass skills?

And then I was thinking,
I'm a pretty good dancer.

Makes sense.

Even though I didn't
say any of it out loud.

I get you.

Tonight, I had planned
a whole new choreography

that I was really excited
about, which sounds corny,

but, truth is, half
the time you're up there,

you're thinking about
your taxes or...

a fight you had
with your boyfriend,

so it's pretty
ironic that tonight,

I was looking forward
to trying out a new dance.

Is that the correct
use of the word ironic?

I have to think
about that one.

Do you like getting lapped?

- Hmm?
- Jail plus Army time

means you're, like,
a thousand lap dances short

compared to your
average male civilian.

So, why don't I put on
a show just for you?

Malibu, I don't think
that's such a hot idea.

Mmm. It's gonna be hot.

Watch.

Are you on
something right now?

Why, because
I'm being friendly?

I don't know that I shouldn't
be offended by that.

(radio stations changing)

('80s pop song playing)

(gasps)

You must've jacked off
a lot in prison, huh?

What?

I said,

you must've jacked off
a lot in prison.

You do what
you gotta do.

Did you have
a prison wife?

No.

But...

a lot of guys
do that, right?

Get another con
to play their wife?

I didn't do that.

Did you...

fantasize about
different women, or...

how does it work?

♪ The calendar on your wall ♪

I always wonder with guys.

Do you think about experiences

you had in the past,

or do you just

invent stuff?

Both, I suppose. I never
really gave it much thought.

♪ You pull back the curtains ♪

♪ And the sun burns
into your eyes ♪

♪ You watch a plane flying ♪

♪ Across the clear blue sky ♪

Tell you what, this'll
go in the memory bank.

♪ This is the day
your life... ♪

You're sweet.

♪ This is the day
when things fall into... ♪

Here.

You can touch.

I thought you weren't
allowed to touch.

Regular customers, no.

You get your fucking head knocked
off by the bouncer, but...

private, it's a little more...
flexible.

♪ You could've done anything ♪

Do you like me so far?

♪ If you'd wanted,
and all your... ♪

You wanna get
on the train?

What train?

(bottle rattling)

♪ Think you're lucky... ♪

Open up.

What is it?

Just a little X.

To get cozy,
loosen you up.

It's not like you have to go
to work tomorrow, right?

(song continues)

I never really done X before.

No?

It's so good for you.

They used to prescribe it
in couple's therapy. It just...

cuts out all the bullshit.

Makes you
more truthful.

And this one
is so pure,

not so speedy.

Do you like my ass?

- Yes.
- My legs?

Yeah.

- My tits?
- A lot.

(laughs)

(sighs) This is so rad.

I'm flying right now.

♪ This is the day ♪

♪ Your life will surely... ♪

Strictly speaking,

this next part is
not allowed, but...

when you're patient,

God rewards you.

(song continues)

(sighs)

How does that feel?

I have...

mixed feelings about it.

Poor baby.

You must be so tired of

the Vaseline
and tissues routine.

It is what it is.

I feel a responsibility
like...

like a nurse in World War II.

(song continues)

Malibu, I...

don't think Eddie
would understand.

But I wanna
support our troops.

You kept our country safe.

(knocking on door)

- McKay: Fred, open the fuck up!
- Both: Shit, shit.

(knocking)

- He knows.
- How?

- I don't know.
- You should go in the bathroom.

- No. But we didn't do
anything wrong.

- (pounds on door)
- McKay: Hey!

I don't think he's gonna
see it that way though.

- Abigail.
- What?

My real name is Abigail.

I fucking hate it,
but it's better than Malibu.

(knocking)

♪ Your life
will surely change ♪

♪ This is the day ♪

♪ Your life
will surely change ♪

♪ This is the day ♪

- The fuck is wrong with you, man?
- I fell asleep.

With this queer music on?
Shit works on my nerves.

- Get dressed.
- (song stops)

Uh, what's up?

I've been calling and calling.

I'll explain on the way.
I got your 308 out of storage.

Uh, what are we doing?

We gotta bail Kowalski.

Thought you had a broad in here.

(door closes)

(phone buzzing)

Excuse me.

Yes?

Bestic:
I see.

(quietly): Better for
you if you sit back down.

Bestic:
Yes.

What do you want, Miljan?

I want to end this juvenile
rivalry between us.

Consider it done.

But first, I want
to finish telling Jett

the story
I was telling her.

After that, you can do
with her whatever you wish.

She will be
my personal gift to you.

Please.

(sighs)

So, when
Charlie here,

not willing to let old
bygones be bygones,

hired you to steal from me

the engagement ring
that Cristelle kept

until the moment
of her death.

A ring that's worth,
what, 2,000 bucks?

But get this. It once
belonged to Charlie's mother.

So sentimental.

Well, Junior felt obliged
to give me the heads up.

Do you remember when I told
you about Jean Tingley?

Who the fuck is
Jean Tingley?

Bestic: Jean Tingley
once built a machine

simply to watch
it self-destruct.

Viktor Solonik needed proof
that Charlie had no power.

What are you
talking about?

You are that proof.

You've met Solonik, haven't you?

Charlie: Viktor,
meet my dear friend, Jett.

Pleasure to meet you, Jett.

Sorry if I kept your friend.

Once.

Viktor Solonik
runs things here.

Not everything.

It's astonishing.

You better have thought
this all the way through.

This backstabbing cunt
has been stealing right

from underneath your
fucking nose, Charlie.

Gold bricks that
you have a stake in.

The roadster you
stashed in Portsmouth.

She was just getting started.

He threatened
to kill Alice.

Bestic: Do not get me
started on your faggot son.

He killed the judge
that you bought.

He pays some speed freak
a thousand dollars to memorize

a story about heroin shipment,
and take a shot at you.

This is all amateur bullshit,

but you were too
blind to see it.

Your son, Junior, did this
to you, you senile old man.

Bestic:
Sit down!

[♪♪]

To wild cards.

Charlie:
Better shoot me now, motherf...

(gunshot)

As you wish.

(sighs)

(beeping)

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

Who's there?

Hello?

[♪♪]

(speaks Spanish)

Where's the girl?

What girl?

Don't waste
my time.

(sighs) I don't know.

Oh, I hate when
people lie to me.

It'd be so much better
for you if you'd just simply

tell me what
I need to know.

Or else what?

(sighs) You...

should be
afraid of me.

There is nothing
you can do to me.

Life already did much worse.

You're just a shadow.

You have no
power over me.

Where's Alice?

- (smacks)
- Nurse!

(muffled grunt)

(gagging)

(rattling)

(Evans screams)

Maria:
Nurse!

(panting)

(grunts)

(panting)

Nurse!

(muffled grunting)

(phone chimes)

(panting)

[♪♪]

♪ Well, I'm running through the
world with a gun in my back ♪

We're gonna drive
straight through,

if you wanna
catch a nap.

I'm not sleepy.

♪ Thought that
I was living... ♪

I'm wide awake.

♪ Been trying to get away
from that success smell ♪

(reggae song playing)

- Why are you smiling?
- I'm not.

You look happy.

Do I?

Like you just pissed
against a church.

I feel
really good.

I don't know about you.

Something happened
to you in the can.

I love you,
too, brother.

You're a weird fucking
dude, you know that?

(distorted singing)

You're... you're my
best friend, Eddie.

♪ When I come around ♪

Never known Kowalski
to put something together

this last minute,

so something major
must be going down.

There's a decoy
already in place.

She wants you
to take the kill-shot.

Copy that.

[♪♪]

This man's
simplicity

was overwhelming
towards the end.

It's not your fault, Bennie,
so don't make it personal.

There are a lot of guys who
could use a man like you.

Now, go on. Get out of here.

This is a one-time offer only.

She's staying.

- (gunshot)
- (grunts)

(gunfire)

(gunfire)

(glass shattering)

- (gunfire)
- (groaning)

(grunts)

[♪♪]

(panting)

(clicks empty)

(panting)

You sent this guy?

I knew you'd try
to pull something.

- (door opens)
- (alarm blaring)

Mr. Bestic, I'm Walter Parrish,
the executive assistant manager.

We need to get you
out of here, sir.

There's another gunman
in the building.

You need to come
with me, please.

What about my wife?

Why... yes, of course,

uh, Mrs. Bestic.

- I'm fine here.
- Sweetheart, there's another gunman.

You go. I twisted my ankle.

It's better you come.

For Alice's sake.

(alarm blaring)

- What about Alice?
- You'll see.

[♪♪]

You'll be safe in here.

Call your
friend,

Phoenix.

Go on.

- (thunder rumbling)
- (TV playing indistinctly)

Alice:
Phoenix!

No!

Evans: Drive!

(tires screech)

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

(grunts)

Alice, run! Run!

Alice:
Phoenix!

(grunting)

(tires screech)

(shutter snap)

(phone ringing)

(alarm blaring)

(crowd chattering)

- Phoenix (phone): Hello?
- It's me.

- (crying)
- (thunder rumbling)

He took her.

(sobbing)

The guy in Maria's
photos. He took her.

I'm so sorry.

Did you honestly think that
I would walk into a situation

with you without
taking out insurance?

- (gunshot)
- (glass shatters)

(grunt)

Oh God!

(gasping)

(sirens wail)

What are you doing?

- Mr. Parrish.
- (groans)

I'll take it from
here, thank you.

Okay.

Where is she?

If you kill me,
you will never find her.

(screams)

My daughter.

(police radio chatter)

[♪♪]

Time to go.

- My daughter!
- (screaming)

(gasping)

I have nothing
personal against you.

Solonik is cleaning house.

I don't know anymore.

I am middleman.

But don't kid yourself.

The Russians will
skin you alive.

(screams)

Bestic: This is not you.

You are a professional.

None of what you are
doing makes any sense!

You're letting your
feelings take over.

I'm not gonna argue with you.

You are signing your
own death sentence!

You keep saying that.

Viktor Solonik will
never forgive this.

(sirens blare)

He will hunt you
down and kill you.

I'll take my chances.

(inaudible)

- (gunshot)
- (bullet thuds)

- (alarm blaring)
- (indistinct chatter)

Man:
Clear the lobby!

(sirens wailing)

(helicopter whirring)

(siren blaring)

Officer 1:
Move it!

Officer 2:
Go!

(siren blaring)

(phone keypad beeping)

(phone buzzing)

- (police radio chatter)
- (helicopter whirring)

(sirens wailing)

(tires screech)

[♪♪]

Fred said things
got a bit confusing.

He get out?

He's out.

(rapid breathing)

(gasps)

What time is it?

Eight-thirty.

(sighs) I fell asleep?

What were you
dreaming about?

What?

You were making little
sounds in your sleep.

Something was
upsetting you.

That's what you
wanna talk about,

what I was
dreaming?

What do you
wanna talk about?

(sighs)

I don't remember any
of my dreams since...

I was 9 or 10.

Back then, I always
dreamed of baseball.

Are we really having
this conversation?

I'll call you
when it's done.

I'm not sure
I'll be here.

(sighs) I wouldn't go out
wandering, I were you.

It's not
that simple.

It never is.

Good luck today.

(sighs)

[♪♪]

(distant siren wails)

(clock ticking)

(sighs)

(sighs)

How you doing,
partner?

Stop the car.

(heavy breathing)

(groans)

(coughing)

(groans)

(sighs)

[♪♪]

(phone buzzing)

(clicks)

(spinning cylinder)

(clicks)

(spinning cylinder)

(clicks)

(spins cylinder)

(sighs)

(sighs)

(clicks)

(crying)

(phone buzzing)

(wind blowing)

(buzzing continues)

Jackie?

What's wrong?

(sobs)

He... he took Alice.

What?

I fucked up.

Are you okay?

No.

Where are you
right now?

Wait.

There's more.

(sighs) She's yours.

What?

(sobs)

I know I should be telling
you this in person, but...

I got afraid I wouldn't
see you again. (sniffles)

You're her father.

I'm sorry I didn't
tell you before.

(sighs)

I don't know
if she's alive.

I'll help
you find her.

[♪♪]

(sobs)

(wind blowing)

(sighs)

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

You're taking a lot of chances
walking in there.

I don't have a lot of options.

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

There's something about you
that makes me want to kick

- your fucking face.
- (CHUCKLES)

Miljan wants to meet,
so as she is actually

constructing her own plan
of how to take him down,

he is constructing his plan
of how to take her down.

And so it is
the ultimate Western showdown.

And they both know that they are
very worthy adversaries.

You better have thought this
all the way through.

The situation with Miljan,

who's been the puppet master
all along,

it goes back to the same theme
of like, the men are the ones

that are passionate and romantic
and Jett is the one

that's practical
and logical the entire time.

He threatened to kill Alice.

Charlie refuses to be told
by Miljan what to do.

Your son, Junior,
did this to you.

But you were too blind
to see it.

SEBASTIAN GUTIERREZ:
This is a show that...

bad things happen,
people die.

But in that very last moment,
it's important to me

that he goes out with a sort
of honorable fashion.

Two wild cards.

(GUNSHOT)

The fact that Charlie dies
because of her,

she could have never foreseen
that it could have gotten

to this place.

Alice, run! Run!

ALICE: (YELLING) Phoenix!

(GRUNTS)

(SOBS) He took her.

CARLA GUGINO:
It's not until Miljan says

that he has Alice
that it changes for her.

Did you honestly think
that I would walk

into a situation with you
without taking out insurance?

The thing that really struck me
when I read it

is that I thought there was
no way she would kill him

because of Alice.

- (GLASS BREAKS)
- (MILJAN GRUNTS)

- Oh, God!
- (MILJAN SCREAMS)

Where's my daughter?

At every turn, Jett just does
not what a typical...

not even typical,

not what almost any mother
would do.

She would rather take a chance
finding out the daughter

on her own than still being
beholden to this guy.

MILJAN: Victor Sulnic
will never forgive this.

He will hunt you down
and kill you.

I'll take my chances.

The very end of the episode
is the first moment

that she's hit by feelings
that she never knew

she was capable of having.

She didn't want
to feel this way,

but that she might have been
part of her daughter

for sure being in danger
and maybe not being alive.

(BULLETS CLATTERING)

GUTIERREZ: Jack Dillon
has completely gone off the edge

after the murder
of his partner and lover,

and at the moment
that he's at his lowest

and is going to kill himself,

Jett reveals
that he is Alice's father.

I'm sorry
I didn't tell you before.

GUTIERREZ: And I don't
necessarily need it to be

like a big reveal
and more of an inevitable one.

It's like there's a reason
why she goes to him.

There's a reason why these two
have had a connection.

(VOICE BREAKING)
I don't know if she's alive.

I'll help you find her.

If the first season was about
setting up all these characters

and all these pieces
on the board and going forward,

these characters will figure out
how to get back up again,

but it is scary
what's happening to them

and hopefully
people will feel that

and feel for them and wonder

how they're going to get out
of this situation.

♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪