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Frank:
Hollywood's had more than its
fair share of tawdry murders.

The Black Dahlia, The Juice,
Biggie Smalls.

I figured you ought to
hear about this one from me

before the tabloids and TMZ
get ahold of it.

But if you're hoping
for a happy ending,

try the movies.

That's why
I never worked homicide,

because you already know
how the story ends,

and even when
you solve the case,

poor bastard's still dead.

* Once I had a love
and it was a gas *

* Soon turned out
had a heart of glass *

Chelsea:
Keep moving, Cribbs.

But I kept you waiting,
my darling.

Do forgive me.

You didn't keep me waiting.
You stood me up.

Maid Marian.

I'd like to make it up.

My name's Chelsea.

To me, you'll always be
my Maid Marian --

pure as the driven snow.

This is triple
what we agreed on.

**

Do I look like a damn
street walker to you?

You want another appointment,
make one with Holly.

Right now, I got
somewhere else to be,

so just drive on.

[ Car door opens ]

**

[ Gun cocks ]

Help! Help! Help! Help!

No!

* What I find is pleasing
and I'm feeling fine *

* Love is so confusing,
there's no peace of mind *

No, no! [ Grunts ]

* If I fear I'm losing you,
it's just no good *

* You teasing like you do

[ Knock on door ]

Frank, Come on in.

Evening, Alyse.

Something smells good.

Kyle sent me a text
about, uh,

something
we're working on.
Kyle's at the gym.

He didn't send that text.
I did.

Please tell me
you're not looking

for help planning
a surprise party.

I used to think that whole act
was charming, Frank,

but not anymore.

Not since Deputy Chief Lockhart
came to my house

the day after
you came for dinner.

Lockhart's gunning for you,

You're gunning for her,

and my husband
is caught in the middle.

Shouldn't you be talking to him
about this?
I tried.

He can't hear me
because he's too busy

trying to live up to this idea
he has about his father.

Billy cast a long shadow.

You're using him, Frank.

Kyle's just too good of a man
to realize it.

Understand something,
Alyse.

Billy was my partner.

So I'm not gonna apologize
to you or anyone else

for trying
to solve his murder.

Frank:
Alyse just ambushed me.

I'm impressed.
That's not easy to do.

She thinks
I'm leading her husband

into the darkness.

Well, I'd say
it's the other way around.

Oh, yeah?

How do you figure?

Well, you've been
living in darkness

ever since Billy died.

I'd say Kyle's pulling you
back into the light.

You should've been
a head shrinker.
[ Chuckles ]

I thought I was.

It's part of
the job description.

If you're gonna
fulfill their fantasies,

you have to access
the parts

they try to hide
from the rest of the world.

Speaking of parts,
am I seeing you tonight?

That'd make three nights
in a row, Frank.

We've never done that.

You keeping score?

You're not?

Every time I see you
is a win in my book.

Well, unfortunately,
I'm on duty tonight.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Speaking of which,
duty calls.

[ Carphone beeps ]
Councilman,
how can I help you?

Patterson:
My date never showed.

I'm so sorry, Ken.

Who did you have time
reserved with?

Uh, Chelsea.

You know, I'll send you someone
as soon as possible --

my top girl.

I promise
you won't be disappointed.

**

Sofia: I'm sorry, Holly,
but I can't.

Holly: He's a meat-and-potatoes
missionary client.

20 minutes tops.

What's with the boxes?

Yeah, I've, uh,
been meaning to tell you.

I'm getting
out of the life.

What?

I met someone.

What's the first rule
of this business?

Don't fall for a client.

He's not a client.

And we're really in love.

[ Scoffs ] Oh, honey.

Love is an illusion.

It's what they tell you

when they don't
want to pay for it.

No one knows that
better than an escort.

How can you say that?

What do you mean?

Frank.
Frank and I
aren't in love.

Aw, you are probably
the smartest woman
I've ever met

and I don't see
how you don't see it.

You two are perfect
for each other.

You're broken
in all the same ways.

Rather than trying
to talk me out of leaving,

you should be thinking
about getting out yourself

while there's still time
for happily ever after.

[ Chuckles ]

Well, there are
no happily ever afters,

just more wrinkles.

[ Chuckles ]

Look.
He's a very important client.

And you can keep my cut.

Consider it
a parting gift.

**

[ Police siren wails ]
Man: 10-4.
Definitely a homicide.

Frank: Your wife mention
we spoke last night?

Kyle:
My wife? About what?

She thinks
I'm Colonel Kurtz

trying to lead you
down the river.

Better square that away.

Never let them
into the clubhouse, trainee.

Take it
from one who knows.

That way
leads to madness.

What's the ruckus?

Val:
Sofia Knowls. 29.

SID thinks
the body was dumped.

Killed somewhere else,
most likely strangulation.

Petechial hemorrhaging,

some pretty pronounced
ligature marks on her neck.

Hey, I don't speak CSI.

Funnel that
propeller-head crap to RHD.

You don't recognize her,
do you?

Should I?

Sofia Knowls --

it's one of Holly's girls.

Word on the street is

other women have been missing
over the last 14 months.

All high-end escorts.

Could be
we have a serial.

Holly: Frank?

Frank!

It's okay, Mike,
I got her.

I need to see her!

No, don't.

Is it Sofia?

Oh, this is my fault.

She was
quitting the business,

and I forced her
to go out last night

when another girl
didn't show up for a date.

Another girl?
Yeah, Chelsea.

I left her some messages.

Oh, God.

You -- You don't think
something happened to her, too?

Holly, listen.
Sofia wasn't killed here.

Guy abducts his victims,
plays with them for a while,

then dumps them.

There's a chance
Chelsea's still alive,

but if she is,
we don't have a lot of time.

Frank, you find her

and then you kill
the son of a bitch
who did this.

**

**

[ Siren wails,
police radio chatter ]

Frank:
Nice to see you, Ken.

Frank, what --
what are you doing here?

Well, I could say
I was just in the neighborhood,

but I'd be lying.

This is my home, Frank.

I-I really don't appreciate
you showing up here.

I got a dead escort
and another one missing.

Guess what these gals
have in common?

Councilman Ken Patterson.

Both of them
were on their way to see you,

which makes you what we call
a person of interest.

[ Scoffs ]
[ Car alarm chirps ]

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

You weren't at
the Standard Hotel last night?

[ Sighs ]
[ Car door closes ]

All right.

[ Clears throat ]

All right.

Yes, yes, maybe I was,
all right, all right?

And maybe I did order in,

but neither one of the girls
showed up, I swear.

So it's just
a crazy coincidence

that both these gals

had dates with you
last night?

Yeah, uh, uh,
it's the truth, Frank.

I waited over an hour
for the first one.

Then you called Holly.
Yes.

She said she was gonna send
someone over right away,

and --
and she never showed, either.

Look. [ Sighs ]

There's cameras
all over the hotel, Frank.

I swear to you
I am telling you the truth.

I figured you were.

Good.

Good.
Then -- Then you'll --

you'll keep my name out of this,
right?

You know...

I want to believe
we're friends, Ken,

but I haven't heard from you,
so --

I-I was gonna call you,
all right?

I found out something
on Lockhart.

Better be good.

I'm overseeing the review

on the police department's
budget.

Lockhart has been
diverting funds

into a secret
surveillance operation.

All I know is that
it's someone important enough

to establish a slush fund,

keep it off the books
with no oversight.

Not enough.

Not even close.
[ Scoffs ]

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait!
Wait, wait, wait.

I-I'll find out where

they're diverting
the funds to, all right?

Just cover my ass

on this whole escort thing,
please.

It'll ruin me.

I'll do what I can, Ken.

That hotel security footage
better exonerate you,

or I'm coming back,

and we're gonna have
a very different conversation.

[ Sighs ]

**

[ Cellphone ringing ]

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Hey.

I saw you called.

What's going on?

You talked to Frank
last night.

Before my shift.

Why would you do that?

Some things
needed to be said.
About what?

I don't need you
to fight my battles for me.

I'm not fighting your battles,
Kyle.

I'm fighting
for my marriage.

Where's this coming from?

You come home
with your knuckles bloody.

I know you fought somebody,
but you won't tell me who.

You don't even mention it.
I don't interfere
with your work.

You don't care
about my work, Kyle.

When is the last time
you asked me about it?

About anything?

I'm sorry,
but you've changed

since you started
riding with Frank.

This has nothing to do
with Frank.

Your mother sees it.
I see it.

The only one who can't see it
is you.

I still don't get why
you came to Frank about this.

Why didn't you
just come to me?

I'm not gonna have this
conversation over the phone.

I'll talk to you about it
when you get home.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

**

Val: We have one dead girl

and Chelsea,
the one who's missing.

Guy like this isn't gonna
hang on to her for long.

We also have two other escorts
who could be victims --

Jessica McClane
and Lorianne Salvatore.

Vice heard rumors,

but nothing
they could act on.

These girls
are calling him Houdini

because apparently,
these women just disappear.

So four missing women now
and only one body.

If this girl Chelsea
is still alive,

our window for saving her
is shrinking by the minute.

Tommy:
Not a lot to go on.

Nothing to go on.

The department
didn't look very hard either.

Most of these escorts
jar some honey

and just keep moving.

It's not like
they're posting it on Facebook.

Two girls in one night.

If this is a serial,
Houdini's upping his game.

If they're connected.

We don't know that yet.

I mean,
at least not for sure.

I know one way
we could find out.

**

That's why
you brought me into this.

You need
to take a run at Holly,

and you want to use me
to do it?

This needs to happen,
Frank.

Just figured it'd be better
coming from you than me.

Hey.

What are you doing here?
Why didn't you come upstairs?

It's not just
Chelsea and Sofia.

It's four women now.

Lorianne Salvatore
and Jessica --

McClane.

She was one of my girls.

I figured she skipped town.

Oh, my God,
what if this is my fault?

Holly, if I'm gonna
find this Houdini,

it means I'm gonna need
to get into your business.

[ Sighs ]

They finally sent you
to get my book.

Look, I know you, Frank.

All right,
there are names in there

that are gonna
make your eyes light up

the way they do
when you're hunting --

Bad guys that I know
you've been after for years.

And they'll be very unhappy

if they find out
I gave it to a cop.

You can trust me
with this.

[ Sighs ]

Look, Frank, I need you
to promise me right here

that you're gonna
put me first

before the job,
before the bad guys,

no matter what you find.

I'll keep you safe.
I promise.

**

Password?

Frank & Holly --

ampersand,
lowercase letters

You know
what I'm gonna ask.

Was there a client

that had seen
both Chelsea and Sofia

before last night?

And?

**

Frank:
Thurman Ballesteros.

Thurman's a walking turd
who deals in stolen electronics

and selling knock-off
prescription pills.

Left a trail
of closed-casket funerals

on his way to the top.

This son of a bitch
doesn't make mistakes.

Even walked away
from a murder beef

'cause somehow there wasn't any
gunshot residue on his hands.

I always thought
Ballesteros

might have someone on the inside
helping him,

but I could never
prove it.

Well,
if it isn't his boy Ellroy.

You shouldn't be here,
Frank.

Ellroy: [ Grunts ]

[ Thuds ]

[ Indistinct conversations
in distance ]

Frank, I gave you
my tailor's name, right?

All you got to do
is mention my name.

He'll take care of you,
no charge,

because we got to do something
about this wardrobe.

I know, right?

This your new mascot?

Officer Craig --
my trainee.

You a fan of Melville,
Officer Craig?

I prefer Ellison.

Hmm. [ Chuckles ]

You see,
I'm Frank's white whale.

The one creature
he can't catch,

and I'm afraid
that's stuck in his craw.

"Moby Dick."

Well, you're half right.

Where were you last night,
Thurman?

You need to be
more specific.

I have got a very active
social calendar.

Your calendar involve
either of these two women?

**

I've had the pleasure.

Repeatedly.

But not last night.

Last night I was
at a fashion show

and then two after parties
where 100 people saw me.

Do you know anyone
who might've wanted
to hurt these girls?

You're talking about
Houdini.

If I knew
who that sick bastard was,

I would've taken care of it
myself.

You see,
on my side of the law,

preying on women
is a capital crime.

You sanctimonious morons

keep releasing them
back into the wild

with their little
ankle bracelets

so they can do what they do
over and over.

Let's go.

Frank.

I'm curious.

How could
you possibly know

that I spent time
with these ladies
in the past?

'Cause no way you're
getting any without
paying for it.

I think it's because
you and Miss Holly

are friends with benefits.

Those girls work for Holly,
do they not?

Holly's lack of discretion
in this matter

concerns me greatly.

She's very pretty,
your girlfriend.

Wish I'd known her

when she was learning
the business, as it were.

[ Guns cocking ]

Don't you ever
mention her name again.

Ballesteros: [ Chuckles ]

She's made you soft, Frank.
You let her get too close.

Used to be I could never
push your buttons this easily.

You're not a whale, Ballesteros.
You're a cockroach.

You've been dodging my boot
for a long time,

but one of these days soon,
your luck's gonna run out.

**

Frank, let's go.

**

[ Sighs ]

[ Gasping ]

**

[ Breathing shallowly ]

Oh, what the--?
What the hell?

Oh, my God.

Help!

Help! Somebody help me!

Lorianne: Don't!

You'll make him mad.

Huh?

[ Door opens ]

Don't break character.
Huh?

Now, this is what
we Normans like,

a beautiful lady
to flatter me.

Cribbs.

You sick bastard.

This isn't funny anymore.

You let us out of here
right now!

You hear me?

Whoa.

Heavens no, m'lady.

That's why I was late
last night, you see?

Putting the final touches
on your set.

I wanted it all
to be perfect,

and...

it is.

Until you break character.

Then...
it ruins it for me.

[ Whimpering ]

No, Cribbs, stop.

What are you doing?
No!

[ Air hissing ]
[ Breathing shallowly ]

[ Coughing ]

[ Thud ]

**

Welcome to Sherwood,
m'lady.

**

[ Exhales sharply ]

What's with
the hand cannon?

Well, since Barber dumped
our sidearms in cement,

I've been in the market
for a new best friend,

something with a little
more stopping power.

That's ridiculous.

Yeah?

Just wait till
we get in a gunfight...

[ Tires screech ]
...then you'll thank me.

See, that --
that's the difference

between you and me,
Frank.

You can't wait to get
into another gunfight,

but I've had my share,

and I'm happy to avoid one
if there's another way.

Daisy Red Rider.

My first gun.

What's that for?

Val told us there were rumors
about Houdini.

And one of them
came from Horace Canker.

He's a peeper.

Dabbles in
indecent exposure.

Got caught playing pocket pool
in a lady's garden.

Fed detectives this rumor
he'd heard

about a couple
of missing girls.

Both of them
high-end escorts.
And no one followed up?

Sad truth of the matter is

these aren't cases
murder cops seek out,

and nobody wants
to spend any time

with guys like Canker --

not if
they don't have to.

**

[ Gun cocks ]

Aah!

Ohh. Ohh! Ohh!

[ Grunting ]

[ Chuckling ]
Hey, Frank.

How's it hanging,
Horace?

Come on. Let me down.

I'm guessing these
aren't for bird watching.

Frank:
The hell you doing up there?

Get a better view
of the ladies powder room

from that pole?

You know what we have here,
trainee?

[ Grunts ]
A sex predator piñata.

Whee.

Care to take a whack?

Hey! No, no, come on.

Hit him hard enough,

maybe some jujubes
will fall out.

Don't.

Looks like
he's about to pass out.

[ Breathing shallowly ]

Yeah, yeah.

[ Grunts ]

Going back inside,
Horace.

Sending your ass
back up to Folsom.

Cons up there just love
pre-verts like you.

Pass them around.

Trade them
like baseball cards.

Wait, wait, wait!
L-L-Let's talk about this.

Talk about what?
Whatever you want.

I mean,
you got to want something.

I know I'm not worth your time
otherwise.

Last time you got popped,

you told detectives
about some guy

the girls
were calling Houdini.

Yeah, yeah. I remember.
I -- I tried to tell them,

but they didn't want
to hear what I said --

either that,
or they didn't care.

What'd you hear exactly?

This chick
who lived in my building,

she worked as an escort.

She used to let me watch
every now and then.

Yeah, yeah.
What else?

A friend of hers
disappeared.

Six months later,

the same thing happened
with another girl.

Said the girls were
calling the guy Houdini.

She thought
she knew who he was.

Said he was some old
washed-up movie guy.

Lived up in Hollywood.

Said he was into role play,
different wigs.

Wigs?
That's what
she told me.

Bet she gave you a name, too,
didn't she?

[ Gun cocks ]

You've been saving that
little tidbit for a rainy day,

for when you were really...

in a jam.

No, no!
[ B.B. gun fires ]

Aah! [ Coughing ]

[ Gun cocks ]

The name.

All right!

She said his name
was Cribbs!

[ Panting ]

[ Groans ]

Have a nice day.
Yeah.

[ B.B. gun fires ]
Aah!

Frank! Man!

Agh!

Rebecca: Abel Cribbs.

Dude was a B-movie
producer/director in the '80s.

Made a lot of money,
mostly on crap straight to VHS.

Yeah, but he flew
too close to the sun.

His business
went belly up in '92

after he tried to do
a remake of

"The Adventures of
Robin Hood."

Since then,
he's been a recluse.

Looks like the kind of guy
you'd find eaten by his cats.

I'm sending you
the workup now.

All right, Kyle and I
will check out Cribbs' crib.

You guys keep scrubbing
surveillance footage,

see what
you can come up with.

**

**

[ Engine shuts off ]

**

Kyle: Kind of spooky.

You gentlemen
said you were detectives?

That's right.

We want to talk to your boss,
Abel Cribbs.

Just routine.

We think he might've been
a witness to a crime.

**

You're the killer.

I mean, were you the --

If you'll excuse me,

I'll let Mr. Cribbs
know you're here.

You do that.

**

It's impossible
anyone's this creepy.

Obviously you haven't been
around a lot of film people.

Cribbs:
Impressive, isn't he?

My man Loomis took him
last year up in Nunavut...

with that.

Is that legal?

Oh, it is in Canada.

I think.

You gentlemen
aren't with PETA, are you?

Do we look like
we're with PETA?

No. I suppose not.

We're police officers

conducting a missing-persons
investigation.

We were hoping
you could help us out.

Yeah,
like where are they?

Excuse me?

The girls you took,
Cribbs.

What have you done
with them?

You know
who you're talking to here?

I am Abel Cribbs,
you idiots.

Sit your ass down.

You can't just
barge into my home

and threaten me like this.

I have rights.

You have the right to find
a better hair dresser.

Check the hallways,

make sure Lurch
isn't doubling back on us.

**

My man Loomis lives to hunt,
Detective,

and this would be
late second act,

if I'm not mistaken.

This is usually

where the partner
gets killed.

I should know.

I produced "Blood-soaked Badge,"
1 through 4.

Shut the hell up.

[ Shattering, thumping ]

See?

Don't move.

**

Kyle!

**

Kyle!

**

Come on, partner,
rise and shine.

Come on!

[ Grunts ]

**

[ Roar ]

**

**

[ Both conversing in Spanish ]

[ Laughs ]

**

[ Both gasp ]

[ Gasping ]

[ Film reel clicking ]
[ Heroic music playing ]

[ Swords clashing ]

Cribbs: It was the first movie
I ever saw.

I was going to remake it.

We were in pre-production

and the bastards
pulled the plug.

Now it's all superheroes,

digital crap,
and shared universes.

You've come to Nottingham
once too often, my friend!

Look out!
[ Thumping on glass ]

[ Both grunting ]

Damn.

[ Music continues ]

[ Music continues ]

Mad.

[ Grunts ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Music continues ]

Stopping power.

Told you
you'd thank me.

[ Clapping ]
Magnificent!

That is a wrap,
everybody!

[ Gun cocks ]

Not quite.

Man:
Quick! Quick, lads!

**

[ Doors unlock ]

**

[ Triumphant music plays ]

[ Elevator dings ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Kevin: Mr. Cribbs,
I just wanted to say

"Blood-soaked Badge 4"
is the reason I became a cop.

Oh,
that means everything.

Listen, I know
this might be weird timing,

but would you mind?

It would be my pleasure.

To whom
should I make it out?

Frank:
Parking detail.

You're going away for good,
Cribbs.

It was worth it

to finally see my vision
brought to life.

I doubt those women
would agree.

I cared for them.

They were surrounded by
beauty untouched.

I didn't rape them
or grope them.

Reality check --

you held them
against their will.

You think that
was any different

from their lives,
Detective?

Do you think those women
chose to be prostitutes?

What about Sofia?

Why'd you kill her?

I don't know any Sofia.

And I didn't kill anyone.

You tried to kill us.

What about Loomis?

He do it?

He was a gentle soul,
really.

I wouldn't let him
harm my girls.

Well, you guys
took two girls last night

and one ended up dead.

[ Scoffs ]

I --
I would never take two.

No.

Each one must be courted,
cherished.

Last night was
for Chelsea

and Chelsea alone.

**

Val: So you're telling me
this is Houdini,

but he didn't kill Sofia?

That's what he claims.

We won't know for sure
unless your lab nerd

can find us some proof.
[ Sighs ]

Seth, come in here.

For the record,
I think "lab geek"

is the preferred
terminology.

Not my preferred
terminology.

Hey, I need you
to go to Cribbs' mansion

and sweep it
for Sofia Knowls' DNA.
I can do that.

If he finds
even a skin cell in there,

then we know Cribbs
is lying his ass off,

and we can finally put
this whole thing to bed.

Val: Go.

**

You think Cribbs
is lying?

Do you?

**

Holly: Hello?

We caught Houdini.

Chelsea and Jessica
are alive and well.

So is the other girl.

Thank God.
Well, there's more.

He was a collector,
not a serial killer.

Sofia was killed
by somebody else.

Can you think of anybody

who might've
wanted to hurt her?
No.

No, she was getting
out of the business.

I met someone.

He's not a client.

We're really in love.

Wait, Frank.

She told me
she had met someone.

They were in love.

He was why
she was getting out.

Did she tell you
his name?
No.

But I could swing
by her place,

see if there's
anything there.
I'm on my way over.

Don't go inside
till I get there.
[ Cellphone beeps ]

[ Snaps fingers ]
Sofia had a boyfriend.

Frank, subpoenaed phone records
for the girls came back.

One name jumps out --
Seth Kemp, the SID tech.

All from Sofia's cell.

Must've been
the boyfriend.

He worked
Sofia's crime scene

and he didn't say a word to us
about dating her.

He's been under our nose
the whole time?

Well, he's not going to Cribbs'
to find evidence.

He's going to plant it.

That's why he left,

to get some DNA
from Sofia's apartment.

Holly's on her way
over there now.

[ Cellphone beeps ]
Let's roll.

Hi, it's Holly.
Leave a message.

Damn it.
Went to voicemail.

Keep trying it.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

**

[ Rustling ]

**

What are you doing here?

Seth: Scared me.

Uh, it's okay.

I'm a crime tech for
the Los Angeles police.

I know.

I saw you
at Sofia's crime scene.

You didn't
answer my question.

What are you doing here?

[ Clears throat ]

Just getting
a hair sample.

Why? What --

[ Gun cocks ]

**

**

Holly!

Kyle: Frank.

That's Holly's phone.

Son of a bitch has got her.

Come on!

**

Seth could've
killed Holly outright,

but he didn't.

He was trying to clean up
his own mess.

He needs to find out
what she knows and
who else she told.

Seth dumped his phone,

but his departmental vehicle
has a GPS locator in it.

They're not in his car,
they're in Holly's.

Tommy: That Frank?
Yep.

Tommy?

Listen, turns out Seth
was a lead forensic tech

on a bunch of crimes

connected to your buddy
Thurman Ballesteros.

[ Tires squeal ]

That's how Ballesteros
has been getting away with it.

Seth's his inside man.

Shows up at Ballesteros'
crime scenes to gather evidence,

then he destroys it.

Ballesteros hired Sofia
through Holly's escort service.

He must've introduced her
to Seth.

Rebecca: Seth killed her

thinking that we'd
chalk it up to Houdini,
and we would have

except nobody
counted on you guys

finding those girls alive.

But why would Seth
kill Sofia?

You think
I wanted to kill her?

I loved her.

We were gonna
run away together.

She -- She figured out

that I was destroying evidence
for Ballesteros.

Then he called me,

told me
I had to get rid of her.

You have to believe me.

He -- He would've killed
both of us if I hadn't.

You're a coward.
Shut up.

Shut up!

I told you
I had no choice.

[ Vehicle approaches ]

Ballesteros:
The hell is this?

[ Car door closes ]
You brought her here?!

I had to!
It all went sideways so fast.

Get out.
Get out of the car!

I didn't know
where else to go.

They know about
me and Sofia.

They know about --
They know about all of it.

**

He's gonna kill you,
Seth.
What?

[ Grunts ]

[ Sighs ]

Well, old Seth
wasn't the brightest bulb,

but he kept me
out of jail.

I hooked him up with Sofia
to keep him happy,

but the dumb son of a bitch
fell in love with her,

told her some things
he shouldn't have.

She loved him, too,
Thurman.

In fact, they were gonna
leave town together

and never look back.

Well,
they're together now.

**

**

Tommy:
What's the play, Frank?

They'll kill her
before we get close.

We need a distraction --
a flash bang, something.

[ Grunts ]

Kyle.

Kyle,
I'm not thinking straight.

I just want
to charge in there.

We need to lure them to us
somehow.

Give me your phone.

**

Ballesteros: I'm sorry
you got pulled into this.

Frank and I, we were always
destined to end in killing.

But I got nothing
against you.

Thanks for nothing,
ass--

[ Detroit Spinners'
"Rubberband Man" plays ]

What the hell is that?

Check it out.

[ Music continues ]

Man: [ Sighs ]

Can I ask you something?

What the hell
do you see in Frank?

The guy's a dinosaur.
Are you serious?

He's a man
in the age of boys.

He has a code,

and he's willing
to fight for it.

* Hurry now
and don't be late *

* 'Cause we ain't got time
to chat *

* You and me,
we're goin' out *

Well, hot stuff.

[ Shudders ]

It's time for lights out.

* Hey, y'all, prepare yourself
for the rubberband man *

* You've never heard a sound
like the rubberband man *

Hey! What do you think
you're doing?

* We're gonna lose control *

* When the rubberband
starts to jam *

[ Silenced gunshots ]

[ Music stops ]
Gotcha.

[ Gun cocks ]

At least you
don't have to see it.

[ Gunshot ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Panting ]

[ Cries ]

**

You all right?

What took you so long?

[ Exhales deeply ]

**

[ Exhales sharply ]

Holly: Thank you.

[ Pine Mountain Railroad's
"Don't Stop Believin'" plays ]

Figured you might
want this back.

* Just a small-town girl
Thank you.

Can I pour you a drink?
Sure.

* Livin' in a lonely world

* She took the midnight train
goin' anywhere *

You okay?

Yeah, just I need to talk to you
about something.

* Born and raised
in south Detroit *

[ Sighs ]

I'm quitting the business.

And I'm leaving L.A.,

and I want you
to come with me.

Look, I was your informant,
and now [sighs] --

look, I don't know what I am,
but we're good together, Frank.

We're really good.

And I just don't see us
making it here.

[ Sighs ]

This is our home.

[ Sighs ]

This town,
the jobs we do --

they eat your soul,
kill your compassion,

destroy your capacity
for seeing the world
as anything but dark,

and I don't want
to live like that anymore.

I can't.
Holly --

Please. Come with me...

...before you
wake up one day

and there's nothing left
to save.

**

Billy would understand.

Would he?

Yeah.

**

Holly...

a man that walks away
from a job unfinished

isn't a man worth loving.

[ Sighs ]

[ Sniffles ]

Goodbye, Frank.

* Hold on to that feeling

* Streetlight people

* Oh, oh, ohhhhh

[ Glass shatters ]

[ Music continues ]

You're still my informant,
and if you leave town,

I'll throw your ass
in jail.

I love you, too, Frank.

* Don't stop believin'

[ Humming ]

Hey, any food left?

**

[ Water running ]

**

[ Water shuts off ]

**

Alyse, I'm sorry.

**

Since I've been riding
with Frank,

I learned some things
about my father,

about myself I don't like.

I don't know what
I'm supposed to do with that.

I didn't want
to bring it home to you.

**

Well, I'm here now.

Talk to me.

**

So?

Get in.

Not my car, you idiot.
Yours.

Oh, yeah.

[ Car alarm chirps ]

[ Grunts ]

Okay.

I tracked the money
from Lockhart's fund

as far as I could.

And?

She's paying
a private-investigation firm

in Mexico.

She's looking for someone,
something.

Mexico?

Who the hell would Lockhart
be looking for in Mexico?

I haven't been able
to figure that out yet,

but the payments
stopped abruptly,

so whoever it is
or whatever it is...

[ Sighs ]

...I think she found them.

**

You can go now.

**

[ Engine starts ]

**

Mexico?

**

**