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- Hello?

- He made a detour to King's after work.

I think he's drunk.

Remember, don't call.

Burn it in the window when it's done.

I love you.

- I--

- Fuck all that.

Gorgeous, why do we still live in this state?

Please, I am begging you for an explanation.

Did you do that for me

or is your boyfriend rolling through later?

- Yeah. He's coming by around nine

so make yourself scarce.

- Oh. Well, at least you're honest.

Don't worry, though.

I am way ahead of you, as always.

- How were the roads?

- Oh. You get a couple inches

and I swear to God everyone forgets how to drive.

I'm serious.

If it keeps up like this, please don't go out.

I don't need you getting T-boned by some fucking idiot.

- Can't be worse than '08.

It's close.

God, you remember tubing in '08, though?

- What?

- 08! Tubing! Parker Hill!

- Hey, Charlie? - Huh?

- Game isn't on until 6:20

and I don't feel like going deaf in the meantime,

- so can we just... - a little?

- Yes, of course, of course. No problem.

Sup, buddy?

- Dude, the 70 looks like a goddamn parking lot, alright?

I just... I think I'm calling it a night.

- This is for the division. You are not canceling.

- Don't guilt trip me, okay?

I would've been out by five

if you hadn't given me the Anderson account.

I'm not even gonna make kickoff!

- You have a radio in your car, don't you?

Just listen on the way over.

I mean, fuck it, Molly's cooking.

I mean, I'm sure she'd want to see you.

- I, I really don't know, man. Okay?

Traffic is...

I can see if it clears up but I don't think I'm gonna make it.

- All right.

All right. Okay. Bye.

What are we having for dinner?

- Uh, Shepherd's pie.

I thought it 'd be nice if we're getting snowed in for the night.

- Thanks for going through all the trouble.

- It's no trouble at all!

- Molly.

What was that all about?

- Spoon was cracked. It was making a mess.

- Um, listen.

I was, uh, doing a little bit of thinking.

Why don't we get out of Dodge for the holidays?

Go somewhere romantic where it's just, um,

you, me, swim trunks, tiny umbrellas.

- What do you mean?

- I don't know. Ditch the turkey,

find some place that does a nice roast pig.

- What about work?

- Your brother can handle it for a week.

I mean, Austin is capable.

- You're being serious. - Yeah. Yeah, I'm being serious.

Your dad would not want us moping around this house

crying about how much we miss him.

In fact, Old Bill would be the first person to say,

"Go slap on that SPF and have yourself a Hawaiian Christmas!"

- Yeah, well,

Old Bill did now know how much

his hospice stay was gonna cost us.

- Yeah. Yeah, well, I mean, still got the house.

I mean, it's too big for us anyway's, gorgeous.

Creeps me out.

Doesn't make sense for the two of us

unless you change your mind about things.

- Charlie, you know that's not in the cards right now.

- I'm not trying to start something. Just...

- You're saying, we fly off to the islands, we...

we start blowing money like that? Then what?

- Then what? Then what?

Then, I keep busting my ass every day until I eventually,

maybe, potentially get a day off,

or a vacation in five years.

Why don't...

I'm just trying to take you away somewhere.

Why is that such a bad thing?

- Charlie, I'm not gonna have another conversation with you

about tightening our belt.

Okay, Charlie?

- Okay. Okay.

Well, you're the one throwing away perfectly good shit.

- The spoon was cracked. - All of them?

Well, we 're starting the new pick from Michigan.

So, see how that goes.

Hey! No.

- No? - No.

Hey! Stop.

You think you got me all figured out.

You just come in here and...

- Is that so?

- I'm a lot smarter than you think, babe.

Wow.

Well, that must be really hard

hiding all that genius all the time.

- You're terrible

- The worst.

- What would you do if you weren't so gorgeous?

- I don't know. How do you manage?

- I love you.

- Well, it's official. Cal Matthews is going senile.

- A hundred percent.

- You ever miss it?

- God no.

You remember how much of my life was 6 a.m.

and two-a-days, you know?

Besides, only rich boys get to try to do walk-ons.

- Yeah. Probably for the best.

Couple more hits and I' d be wiping drool off your chin.

- You would wipe drool off my chin?

That's very, very kind of you.

- What can I say? I'm a giver.

- What the fuck!

Jesus.

Fucking call that, you asshole.

Hey!

Where are you going?

- Just going to check on the food.

- Molly, I work all day. Can I just have ten minutes?

That's all I ask.

Look, I'm exhausted. I'm sorry.

You saw that.

I'll get some paper towels. I'm sorry.

Do you want a beer or something?

- No. I'm taking it easy tonight.

- What are you talking about? You got red all over your--

- Stop it! - What?

- It's fine.

- Smooth, man. Smooth.

Hey! Babe, I think that's you.

- Thanks.

- Hey!

Uh, I can't reach Charlie,

um, so I thought I' d try you,

but you're not answering either so just call me back .

- Hey. - Hey.

- You didn't have to do all this.

- Come on, you've been cooking all day.

It's the least I can do.

And, before you say anything, I'm doing dishes,

so I don't want to hear any arguments about it.

- Thanks.

- Wine or beer?

- Uh, the bottle of red is open in the kitchen.

- Perfect!

Hey, is this the, uh, bottle the Hinsons gave us?

- Yeah, I think so.

- How is it?

- It's good. Kinda gave me a headache.

- Why am I not surprised?

I mean, knowing Greg, plucked it from the bargain bin.

You should see this guy play poker.

It is painful.

- Sounds like he's perfect for Janet, then.

- Mm. Want some?

- I'm fine, thanks.

Mm! God, I could eat potatoes for every fuckin' meal.

It's super great, babe.

- I'm glad.

- I'm sorry, did you want to say grace or something?

- No.

- You haven't touched your food.

- I'm just letting it cool.

Are you happy, Charlie?

- Jesus, that's kind of a loaded question.

- It's not a loaded question.

- I mean, it's the definition of a loaded question.

It's impossible to answer. - How so?

- I mean, nobody's happy all the time.

Show me someone who is grinning ear to ear, 24-seven

and I will show you someone who is fit for a straight jacket.

Are you happy?

- I don't know.

Sometimes I think I'm happy but then I realize I'm just not sad.

It's not really the same thing, is it?

I look around my life and I see all these pieces of happiness,

but it's like I'm making a cake,

and somebody's just thrown all the ingredients in a bowl,

and that's...

that's not a cake, that's a mess.

- Could we stop speaking in metaphors, please?

I feel like I'm talking to the fucking Riddler.

- You're not as funny as you think you are, Charlie.

- You know what I think--

- Of course, I know what you think.

That's all you do is say what you think.

How we 're gonna fix things, what we 're gonna do.

But there never really was a "we" was there, Charlie?

Just you.

- I don't need to fucking take this.

- You okay, baby?

- Just, my stomach's all fucked up.

My stomach.

- Want me to get you some Tums?

- No, I just, I just need some fucking fresh air.

- I can get you some Pepto, if you want.

- Molly...

- Oh my God, are you okay?

- No...

- Want me to just leave you be, or...

- No.

The couch, I think the couch would be best.

Tuna.

- What?

- Jim told me to never order tuna

when you're 1000 miles from the ocean.

- You want the game on?

- That'd be nice.

- I told you not to call.

Use the candle. They can trace phone records .

- You told me it was foolproof, okay?

You told me it would kill an elephant after five minutes,

and my fucking husband is asleep on the couch after 20.

- Christ. I'm sorry.

- God dammit.

- Look, I can't imagine

he's in the best shape right now, correct?

- No.

- Now isn't the time to lose our heads.

- Victori-- - No names.

Not over the phone.

Slow your breathing.

I made you a promise, and I intend to keep it.

Better?

We need to act.

- I know.

- A pillow should be enough.

Do you understand?

- You told me it would be painless.

- What do you mean?

- You told me it would be painless, but he shook.

He seized. You told me...

- Painless for you, my love.

- It's okay...

- I, I'm...

- It was on your mind, and you said it.

It's fine. Really

- Charlie...

- It's probably just a bug.

Okay?

What's the score of the, uh, game?

- Twenty-one to three, Broncos.

- Beautiful.

- Hi. - Come in.

He's still alive.

I couldn't. Not like that.

- Where is he?

- He's on the couch.

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

No. You're right.

I shouldn't have put you in a situation like that.

Come here.

- He can't leave.

- I know.

Everything's gonna be all right, okay?

I'm here.

Why don't you introduce us?

- Charlie?

Baby, this is my nurse friend Victoria.

I called her over to make sure everything's okay.

- Gorgeous, you didn't need to do that.

I'm fine.

- I was worried.

- How are you doing, Charlie?

From what Molly tells me, you've had quite a night.

- I've definitely had better.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- It's a nightmare outside. You came through all this shit?

- I'm an aid to Mr. Burrows down the street.

So luckily, I was in the neighborhood.

- Small world. How is Spencer?

- Legally I can't talk about my other patients.

But he's back to arguing with Mrs. Burrows

so I take that as a good sign.

- Could I get you guys something to drink?

- I'll take a water, thank you. No ice.

- I'm fine.

- After an episode like yours you really should hydrate.

Do you mind if I get your vitals?

- Look, uh, Victoria, was it?

I don't want to tell you your business

but are you sure that's necessary?

- Look, Charlie,

your wife sounded terrified when she called.

Now between you and me,

I'm sure it's nothing too serious.

Can you help me put her mind at ease?

- Of course.

Sorry.

- Don't be sorry.

- Molly is a sweet girl.

- She's the best.

Well, that's a little slower than I'd like like

but nothing too out of the ordinary.

Thank you.

Have you had any alcohol tonight, Mr. Oaks?

- A touch.

- If you were to put a number on it,

would you say two, three drinks?

- I don't know. I don't know. Molly?

- Um, a bit.

- I see.

Would you mind if I checked your abdomen for inflammation?

Molly mentioned you'd been throwing up.

- By all means.

- So how did you all meet?

- A baby shower. Janet's.

They've been friends since college.

- You should've seen Greg. Not sure he would agree.

When is she due again?

- February, I think.

- Lucky girl.

Are you feeling any chest pain?

- More of a burning than a pain.

- Hm.

Yeah, there's a bit of swelling here on the right side

just below your rib cage.

All right.

I'm gonna say a big scary sounding word

but I don't want you guys to worry

because everything is gonna be fine.

It's nothing serious.

Now if I had to guess,

I' d say you have a mild case of pancreatitis.

It's when your pancreas becomes inflamed

causing abdominal pain and nausea.

- What's the cause?

- It can be brought on by a lot of things.

Stress, smoking,

but we most often see cases in people who abuse alcohol.

Not making any judgments, just stating facts.

I'm prescribing a very bland diet,

rice and breads mostly and a ton of clear fluids.

- Okay. Thanks so much.

Is that everything?

- Look,

I really shouldn't be giving you these without a prescription,

but here.

Dilaudid.

It's a painkiller that should take away

that burning you were talking about.

- Molly, I think you need to take me to a hospital.

- Charlie, it's late and the roads are gonna be--

- Molly, you take me to a hospital right fucking now!

- Excuse me?

- You come any closer

and I swear to God it is the last thing you will ever do.

- We 're trying to help you.

- You take 'em, then.

Molly, I'm gonna be okay.

Just please take me to a doctor or something, please.

- We 're not going anywhere, Charlie.

- Hey!

Molly, you will regret bringing this woman

into my house, I swear to God.

- Flat on your back

and you still think you can just bully her around.

- I trusted you.

- Tell me. How did you know?

- One, Mr. Burrows' name is Frank, not Spencer.

Two, no nurse would give a man painkillers

after he's been drinking, and three,

anyone could take one look at me and see I'm dying,

you dumb cunt.

- What can I say, Molly?

He's a charmer

- I'm tired, Charlie.

Tired of pretending that every time you touch me

I don't feel sick.

I'm tired of sharing a bed with the monster that shows up

in my nightmares.

- Oh, once a cheat, always a cheat, right?

- Fuck you, you don't get to play the victim tonight.

- Ten years I've been nothing but faithful to you.

- You actually believe that? - You know what, Molly?

You want to pretend like I'm the devil?

That's fine, my conscience is clean.

- Fuck you. - You know what?

Who's this new girl, huh?

She tell you about the other one?

- Hey, look at me!

Understand that you are where you are right now

because I wanted it that way.

- I'll say I took it.

I'll say that.

I'll say it, I'll say I was depressed for months

and it was only a matter of time.

You're right, Molly. I fucked up,

and I tear myself apart every day for what I did.

But I tried to make it work.

And if you want a divorce, you got it.

Go ahead. Take everything.

Just please don't let me die.

- I hate you, Charlie.

- Looks like the paralysis is kicking in.

Molly, go lie down.

You must be exhausted.

- Molly, don't do this.

Please. You can stop this. Please.

Molly, you get back here right now!

Just wait! Wait, wait. Just stop.

Don't let me die, Molly!

Molly! Help! Help!

- Hey.

It's all right.

- What are you smiling about?

- You really have to ask?

- Guess I just like hearing you say it.

- Well then maybe I'll just leave you in suspense.

- It's a little late to play tease, don't you think?

- I know. I guess I'm out of practice.

- Well, we've got all the time in the world.

- Sounds good to me, gorgeous.

What? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--

- No. No, no, no, it's fine.

Just, um, Charlie used to call me that, so.

- Anything else I should avoid?

- Unless you plan on slapping my ass

when I'm cooking dinner, we should be fine.

- No promises.

Are you okay?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I keep thinking about how amazing

it'll feel not to hide anymore.

That makes it better.

- You know, somehow,

this isn't even the worst coming out story I've heard.

- You're joking.

- It's a cruel world we live in.

- I quit a month ago.

- Now seems like an adequate time to make an exception.

- I don't want to start over.

- As you wish.

- When will I get to see you again?

- Not for a couple weeks.

I'm gonna go back to the firm, act like nothing happened.

- The cops are gonna wanna talk to me.

- And you say nothing.

You say I want my attorney, and that's it.

It doesn't make you look guilty. It makes you look smart.

The last thing we need is for your details not to line up.

As far as you know, Charlie went to the liquor store

and never came back.

Ran off with some girlfriend.

- I know.

- Perfect.

Did you get to the SIM card?

- Yeah. It's down the garbage disposal.

- That'll be how they try to find him.

And the dishes.

You tossed out everything that came into contact

with the Aconitum and scrubbed the counters, correct?

- Everything is washed and double bagged in the kitchen

just like you said.

- And the pills?

- Shit. They're in my makeup bag.

Jesus Christ, Molly.

That is the kind of detail that could send us both to death row.

We can't afford to overlook anything.

- I know, I know. I'm sorry, I just...

My mind's been in a million different places tonight

and I've never done anything like this before

so I don't really know how to...

- Okay, okay. Look.

I'm sorry, all right? It's fine.

It's just, we just have to be very careful.

That's all I'm saying.

I love you.

I need you to help me pack Charlie's bag.

- Okay.

- What would he take with him?

- Um...

his watch.

He loved it.

He was always bragging about how far it could work underwater.

His high school championship plaque, probably.

- It's too bulky. Wouldn't make sense.

- He cared about it a lot. - I say we leave it.

- Wait, wait, wait. Stop. Stop.

He would never pack that.

- What?

- His jacket. He, he hated it.

My dad got it for him for his birthday

and he would only wear it to family dinners,

and then my dad would be like, "Looking sharp, bud."

- Sounds like he got in pretty good with your parents.

- He's known Austin since they were kids, so.

What if they don't buy it?

Him running off.

He had a whole life here, he had a business. He--

- Look, Molly.

Your family won't believe you had anything to do with it,

because they can't.

It would mean questioning too much about themselves

and their lives.

People tend to shy away from that sort of thing.

- And the police?

- To be transparent,

they always assume it's the spouse.

But if there is no body,

then there's nothing they can do.

- I guess we have nothing to worry about then.

- This was self-defense.

Who knows what that fucker was capable of?

- I'm gonna go get some coffee.

Do you want some?

- Yeah. Yeah, that's a good idea.

It's gonna be a long night.

I think we 're all set in there.

- Where is he? Where's Charlie?

- What?

- He's not on the couch. Where is he?

- I put him away.

I didn't feel like you needed to see any more carnage tonight.

You've been through enough.

- The door was open.

- It must not have closed properly when I arrived.

- What if somebody heard?

What if it did close properly

and then somebody came in and opened it?

- Molly, you need to settle down.

- Maybe both of us shouldn't be pretending like

everything is perfectly fine.

- It's nice.

- I'm glad.

- Look, maybe you would feel more,

more comfortable if we laid all our cards out on the table.

Walk through everything one more time.

- When are we leaving for Castlewood Canyon?

- Baby, we are not going to Castlewood Canyon.

You are gonna get rid of his truck

and I am gonna take care of things here.

- That's not what we discussed.

- We still have three months of heavy snow.

Meaning no one is gonna be hiking up there.

If, and that's a big if,

they find him it won't be until spring.

- How does that change anything?

- If they find him, certain things are gonna have to

be done now to make sure he's not identifiable.

Things I don't want you around for.

You won't look at me the same.

- Baby. You know that can never happen.

- Still, I think it would make more sense

if someone did see the car.

To have you driving it instead of me.

Follow me.

Okay.

I've marked a route to the McKinley scrap yard

that doesn't have any traffic cameras.

Once you get there, use this to take off the plates.

Just wait for me.

I'll pick you up once I'm done at the canyon.

- And tomorrow I'm the jilted wife

looking for her missing husband.

- Remember, wife, not widow.

- Thank you.

I don't think I've said that this whole time.

I don't know what I would do without you.

- You'll never have to know.

- Good luck.

- Hey, open up!

Molly! I can, I can literally see you.

Can you just open the door? It's freezing.

Oh my God, Molly. I feel like a side of beef.

- What are you doing here?

- Good to see you, too.

- Sorry, it's good to see you. - Chuck!

- I wasn't aware we were-- - Charlie!

Did he not tell you I was coming over?

- No. He has a funny habit-- - Oh! What the fuck is this?

Why isn't the game on? - Austin--

Okay, so, Sutton catches a 72 yard bomb,

and this new guy, we have a QB,

he's like this five foot something--

- But he's scrambling side to side,

and when he finds a pocket, boom!

- Austin, Charlie isn't here right now.

- What? What do you mean he's not here?

His truck's in the driveway with like 2 feet of snow on it.

- I mean, he's passed out in the bedroom,okay?

He came down with something after dinner.

Ok, well, I've seen him pluck weeds with a fever.

He's gonna want to see this.

- No, he's really not doing well, okay?

And he just dozed off

and he's gonna be pissed if anyone wakes him up.

- Okay. Then if he acts up, I'll kick his ass.

I don't fuckin' care.

- I'm serious. You gotta go.

- Molly, you'd kick your own flesh and blood

back into that blizzard.

- Okay, now you're starting to piss me off.

- Really? I'm pissing you--

You invite me out here,

I drive an hour and a half through hell freezing over,

and just because numb nuts can't handle a cold,

you're gonna kick me out?

- The whole sarcastic sympathy thing stopped working

when I hit middle school.

- Okay, look, just hear me out.

Let me watch the Broncos clinch the division,

and then I will let Sleeping Beauty rest. Deal?

Arigato.

Hey, you don't think what he has is contagious, do you?

- Maybe. I'm not sure.

- Well, as long as he's up by 7:30 tomorrow,

cause we got driveways to clear.

Also, uh, the Henderson couple has a leak in their roof.

- He seemed pretty rough.

He said he would have to play it by ear.

- I'm not doing that shit solo.

- All right, you've got until next commercial break,

and then I'm serious, you gotta go.

- Oh, wow, how generous of you.

- Take off your boots.

You're dripping all over the carpet.

- My god, Molly!

Look, I know we 're half German,

but don't you think you're taking this

a little far, Miss Fuhrer?

- You learn that word in your GED courses?

- Uh, no, because who needs school

when you have the History Channel at 3 a.m.

Oh, come on.

Okay, obviously I'm fucking with you.

I'm very excited to see you.

- I know. Same.

- Okay, how about this.

Next time, I will check in with the boss before accepting

an invite from dipshit over there, okay?

Look, I don't want to step on any toes.

- It's just been a long fuckin' day.

Okay?

I was really looking forward to just laying down for a bit.

- Molly.

You're a grown-ass woman.

How do you not know how to lie yet?

- What? Lie--

- I thought marriage would've given you plenty of practice.

- Okay, but lie about what?

- I dunno.

You tell me.

Or don't. Or don't!

Okay, it doesn't matter. Okay? Just...

Look, I want you to know that I'm always there for you.

Okay, I know Dad wasn't exactly warm and fuzzy,

but you know, since he died it's been hard for me, too.

I get it.

- Everything's just been kind of weird, you know.

I used to love watching Sunday football games

with you guys, and...

- Oh my gosh, yeah.

No, I, I even miss his ratty old lazy boy.

Wait, wait. Ready, ready?

"Boy, if this chair's good enough for Super Bowl 32,

well then it's good enough for you, damn it!"

What a dumb ass.

Hey, what happened to that piece of shit, anyway?

- Uh, right now,

it is sitting in storage locker 337 with the rest of his junk.

- What? Whoa, who's paying for that?

- I am. - Molly!

- It just felt wrong to toss it out,

like I was gonna get cursed or something.

- That thing is covered with like 18 years

worth of Thanksgiving dinners.

It reeks to high hell.

- Yeah, but you know, you toss it in a dump

and that smell is gone forever.

- Crazy old man.

- Like you don't have any superstitions.

- Not a one, thank you very much.

- Not even the Sunday jacket? - Okay, that's so different.

I'm a fan, I like to support my team.

Sue me.

- You got that jacket when Tebow got hot

and you have not worn a different jacket on Sundays...

- False accusations. - Even wearing it to mass!

- Like it's against the law? Like it's against the law?

Huh?

It's cold in the winter, Molly. People need layers.

Okay, You know what?

My team is great.

They don't need me to wear this jacket.

- I know.

- As a matter of fact, hold this for me,

because I don't even need it.

- Okay, I will.

- Oh! Oh! Okay! Would you look at that?

Another Chiefs three and out.

Oh, by the way,

I'm not letting you pay for Dad's stuff on your own, okay?

You're splitting the bill with me.

- Thank you.

- It's time for our guest to leave.

- He knows something's wrong.

- Charlie is dead

and you're talking to your brother about a fucking chair.

- I can't be too obvious. Let's just wait out the game.

- Baby, I don't care what it takes.

Get him out of this house. You can mend bridges later.

You are so strong. I know you can do this.

- What are you doing?

- Oh, uh, do you guys have like, is it streaming or cable, or...

- Uh, streaming, I think. Charlie set it up

- Ok, uh, well the blizzard's messing everything up

so I'm just gonna check on it.

- You're looking for the Wi-Fi router, right?

- You know where it is?

- Uh, yeah. It's in the armoire next to the dining room table.

I'll show you.

- Oh my God. I'm so lost with all this shit.

- I'm sure we can figure it out.

- It's like they try and make it confusing.

- Here, this usually does the trick

Can you go see how it's looking? - Oh, yeah, no, sure thing.

God damnit!

- Nothing? - No!

It's not even connecting anymore.

It's a little ridiculous. You know what?

You guys, you need to upgrade your situation out here.

- Perks of living in the boonies, I guess.

- Well, lucky for you, I know how to fix it.

- How?

- Whiskey.

- Austin, I'm really tired, okay?

I really want to go to bed.

- I know, haven't you ever heard of a night cap before?

- The roads are just gonna get worse.

- Do you have any leftover-- Yes!

- Jesus, Austin, will you listen to me?

I don't need you here anymore, okay?

I need you to leave.

- Did you make this? - Oh my God.

I don't need to hash out the past,

or commiserate or whatever it is you have planned

for this evening, all right?

Good night. End of visit.

- Why are you acting like this?

- Because I don't need you like,

passing out in my guest bedroom tonight.

- Okay. Fine.

Disappear. I don't care.

You don't come over anymore. You don't call anymore.

What, what else am I supposed to do?

- And the lecture begins. - Fuck that.

Fuck that, okay?

This, right here?

This is the most we've hung out in months.

You're the last person I have in my family,

and I'm, I'm worried.

All right? I'm fucking terrified.

- I'm doing great, Austin. All right?

I would tell you if I wasn't.

- Are you and Chuck fighting again?

Because I'll straighten him out.

- We 're fine. - Look, I--

He's got a great heart. - We 're fine. We 're fine.

- Are you guys still trying for a kid?

- Okay, leave. Now. - Molly, please,

I was just asking! It's just a question!

- No no no. You know what, Austin,

I'm not gonna be interrogated in my own home. Okay?

- Oh, okay.

Well, clearly I was just imagining things.

Clearly you're doing just fine.

- Yeah, I'm doing peachy actually.

- This is your problem.

This, what you just did, this is the problem.

You don't want to help yourself.

And it makes it impossible for people like me to help you.

- Thank you, good bye.

- Okay, you know what?

Fine. Tell Chuck that I said good luck.

All right, and I'm so glad I drove

an hour and a half to see my sister.

- Yeah, stay warm.

- Okay. - Where are you going?

- I'm getting my jacket. - Where are you going?

- It's five degrees outside

and I don't want to hear shit about my fucking superstition!

Charlie?

Hey, what did you take, buddy?

Look at me.

Charlie!

Hey wake up, buddy!

Come on!

Hey, come on, man!

Call an ambulance for fuck's sake!

Chuck! Hey! Wake up, buddy!

Hey. You okay? Chuck!

- Austin...

- What did you do?

- Tell him, Molly

- Who the fuck are you?

- Austin, please. - Did you do this?

Are you the one who fuckin' did this?

- Austin, you have to be quiet, okay?

People are gonna hear you. - Good!

Good, my best friend isn't fucking breathing.

We need help!

- Austin, we need to all remain calm.

- You're gonna get the fucking needle for this.

- Austin, no, please stop! It was me, I killed him!

- Molly, shut up!

- I poisoned his food, I killed him, I did it!

It was me.

I killed him. Where are you going?

- Elizabeth Station. - You don't want to do that.

- Lady, you have no idea what I want to do.

- Listen to me! He killed our son.

- You know that was nobody's fault.

- It wasn't a miscarriage, Austin.

Maria was so gentle and caring with Dad

and it was just, it was a kiss.

- Maria? - A stupid kiss

and I didn't know Charlie was coming home - The hospice lady Maria?

and don't give me that shit, Austin!

You know.

You know what Charlie's like when he drinks.

It happened right there, on those stairs,

I felt his ring on my cheek and the doctor said

that it was an accident but I know the truth.

I know the truth and you know it.

My husband killed my child.

And you didn't do anything.

- Okay.

Why didn't you call the cops?

- I did, I tried. - Fuck that, okay?

Stop lying to yourself. It didn't have to be like that.

- You don't know that.

Thousands of people get divorced every day.

You could've just fucking left him!

- I served him papers, okay?

I put them in his hands.

But that wasn't the end of it.

He wouldn't let it go, he started following me around.

Like a fucking predator, everywhere I went.

He kept pressuring me to come back,

telling me that he was different,

that he'd stopped drinking, found God.

He kept begging me, saying things would change,

but they never fucking did.

- I mean, you could've... The cops?

- Two weeks ago,

I found a tracking app hidden in my Utilities folder on my phone.

And that's when I knew.

One day you were gonna get a call from some sheriff

telling you that I was gone.

And I wasn't gonna let that happen.

But if you still want to call the police,

go ahead.

No one is stopping you.

- I can't believe this.

- I'm sorry you had to find out this way. I--

- I don't give a fuck if you're gay.

Or bi. Whatever.

I love you.

No matter what.

And you can't tell me for a fucking second

if you had told me he laid a goddamn finger on you,

I would've put his ass in jail that same day.

You made choices, Molly.

I was the best man at his wedding,

now I'm gonna carry his fucking casket?

He had more dinners at our house since age 10

than our own father.

And now he's gone.

But I'm not gonna lose you, too.

- I think that's wise of you, Austin.

- Shut the fuck up!

We are not friends.

Everything I'm doing, I'm doing for my sister.

You, you can fucking rot in hell for all I care.

- I'm sorry you feel that way.

- I don't believe this.

- Austin, it, it's not her fault.

Just listen to me.

- Okay. Okay, what's the plan?

Put him on the couch, wait 'til morning,

say he had a heart attack.

- Twenty-six year olds don't just die in their sleep.

The coroner would run every toxicology test

before the jury could say guilty.

- He has to disappear. - If they don't have a body,

they don't have a crime.

Only one person in Colorado history's been convicted

of first degree murder without a body present.

- I guess that makes you the brains of the operation,

doesn't it?

- Austin, you can just go. Okay?

You were never here.

- Chuck left without saying goodbye.

That means you need his truck gone, correct?

- That's the idea, yeah.

- Okay, so what's your plan for that?

- McKinley scrap yard.

- That's a great idea.

We should take a dead guy's truck to a scrap yard.

That'll keep the cops up at night.

- Do you have a better idea? - I do.

You remember Angel, right?

- Yeah. He works at the company,

we went swimming with his family.

- Yeah. They're going back to Guatemala next week. Okay?

I'll give the truck a new coat of paint,

new plates, give it to them as like a going away gift.

They'll take it out of the country,

never to be seen again.

- You're telling us he's not gonna recognize

his co-worker's car?

- Listen to me. Hey.

We need that thing as far away from here as possible.

All right, not just sitting in some lot waiting to be found.

- I don't like it.

Too many variables, too many unknowns.

- Okay, well I know for a fact

that Chuck isn't making it to work at 7:30 tomorrow. Okay?

I also know, the cops are gonna wanna know where his truck is.

- You're talking about having an innocent man drive a hot car.

That sit well with you? - Victoria.

If he says we can do it, I think we should try.

- Look, I'm telling you, okay,

as soon as that thing crosses the border,

you can kiss any chance of it ever being found goodbye.

Now if you don't mind,

I know where Chuck keeps his good bourbon.

I don't think he's gonna miss it.

- I think-- - Shh.

Not here.

- Piece of shit.

- Three people can keep a secret

if all of them have something at stake .

And right now he has no skin in the game.

Austin may be loyal to his family,

but Charlie was his family, too.

We need assurances.

Anything that happens to Charlie's body

happens in this room, and Austin is the one doing it.

Understand?

- We don't need to do this.

- We all need skin in the game . - That's not a thing.

- What do you mean? - The quote you said.

Three people can keep a secret

if they all have something at stake?

The actual quote is three people can keep a secret

if two of them are dead.

- We 're almost free, Molly.

We can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Don't ruin it by talking about a collapse.

Hey, hey.

- Oh, jeez. I'm so sorry.

I forgot to ask if you wanted it on the rocks.

- Straight is perfect. Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Molly and I were just discussing our plan of action.

We agree that your idea to deal with the car issue is inspired.

- Molly, do you have a smoke? I left my pack in the car.

- No, I quit. I'm sorry. - I figured as much.

- Here. Have as many as you like.

- Much appreciated.

So, now I guess it's just a matter of...

making it disappear.

- Unfortunately, yes.

- Okay, well, you've had a plan for everything else so far,

so what about that?

- We 're burying him in one of the caves

out by Castlewood Canyon.

- God damnit, look, the ground is frozen solid.

It would take an hour to break through the ground

with a shovel,

let alone dig a grave deep enough for a fuckin' body.

- She's using the term "bury" very loosely

Okay, we have no doubt that Charlie will eventually be found

when spring rolls around.

But when they do find him,

they can't be able to recognize him.

- What are you saying?

- I'm sorry, Austin.

I know this is difficult but Charlie did horrendous things.

- Spit it out. Spit it out! - His teeth, his hands,

his feet.

- You're a fuckin' monster. - Austin, don't.

- It's fine, Molly.

My whole life, I've been called worse things by men like you.

Dyke, cold, bossy, bitch, slut.

Believe me, the list goes on.

But one thing no one has ever dared to call me is stupid.

- I don't feel so good. I think I'm gonna be sick.

- Your sister's in trouble. Are you gonna help her?

Or are you gonna cry about your dead drinking buddy?

- Okay. Okay, what about the mess?

I've watched enough TV.

CSI's gonna be all over this place.

- Oh, they will be.

That is why everything we do is absolutely necessary.

- Hey. Everything's gonna be okay, all right?

You come with me.

So what do I, um...

What do I do about the blood?

- When I was a girl,

I spent summer's up on my uncle's estate in Connecticut.

They had hogs.

And when he wanted to impress company.

he'd serve one for dinner.

But you don't just chop it up.

That would make a mess.

You make a small incision, just here.

And you let nature and a bit of running water do the rest.

There's bleach and black tarp in the shower.

- I hope you don't think the Molly you fell in love with

is the same one sitting on that fuckin' couch.

Not after tonight.

- Hey. Look at me.

One day, you're gonna look back on tonight as a hazy memory,

because you know it was a means to an end.

- I just want this night to be over.

- It will be.

- I keep seeing him.

His face. His eyes. I...

I just thought that after tonight he'd be gone,

but now it feels like there won't be

a day I won't see Charlie Oaks.

- That will pass.

I can't promise you it will be next week

or next month, but it will happen.

The memories we hold close are the ones we can't live without.

Like the first time I saw you

sitting in that little cafe on Prince Street.

Austin loves you and that will never change.

Take deep breaths.

Don't get lost in what you're feeling right now

because it's just temporary.

Just breathe.

- Austin?

Victoria?

Where's Victoria?

- She's not with you?

- No.

- I'm so sorry, Molly.

- What?

- I spent the last hour and a half

thinking about every camping trip we ever went on,

every dinner.

I don't know, I just,

I don't know how I could've been so fuckin' useless.

- Austin, it's... It's too late to--

- You know, before Dad died,

I promised him I' d be the man of the family.

That I'd take care of us.

And now we 're here.

'Cause I couldn't ask you a question.

Why Castlewood Canyon?

I need to know.

- It's out of the way.

Doesn't get much traffic during the winter,

so there wasn't much chance of someone

seeing something they shouldn't.

- You're lying to me.

There's thousands of miles of empty prairie out here.

You could've chosen any out of the way spot.

Why Castlewood?

First thing that came to mind, I guess

- You know the day we went up there

and swam around in the river?

Pretty sure that was one of the greatest days of my life.

- What was that girl's name again? Like...

- God. - Char... Charlee

- You know what? Charlene. I know.

- Yikes. - Yeah, it was really bad.

- Her parents really wanted a Denny's waitress.

- Yeah, the four of us up there,

splashing around, catching crawdads,

acting foolish, and...

I haven't had many better days than that.

- It was so clear.

The water, I mean.

It was like sparkling.

- That was one of the best days of my life.

And after tonight, I can never go there again.

Molly, please, what's the end game here?

Don't go down this road.

- We thought everything out. Everything's gonna be fine.

- This is not-- - It's all gonna be okay.

- This is not you. You are not this type of person.

Please?

Let me help you fix this before it gets any worse.

Okay? Bible truth is what we make it.

- Austin...

- She's your friend, but also Chuck's lover.

She wanted Chuck to leave you,

but he wouldn't, so she gets jealous.

One night she makes you guys a poisoned dinner.

- Austin! - Except you 're not--

Shh, except you're not feeling well.

So you don't eat it.

And when he dies,

she takes you at knife point so you can't call the cops.

- Austin, this is insane.

I love her, okay? I would never betray her.

- Molly, you are a good person.

The only thing that's gonna come out of this

is more pain and suffering.

- We're gonna start over.

- You're gonna start...

If this is the start of your relationship,

where do you go from here?

You want to start a life with someone who's capable of this?

No! No, I'm not gonna let that happen.

- It's not your choice, Austin.

Okay? It never was.

Victoria's the reason I'm still here today

and if you don't understand that then I don't know

what to tell you. - Someone is going to

go down for this, okay?

Someone's gonna get caught.

I don't care what lies Victoria

has put inside your head, okay?

No one gets away clean.

- You don't know her like I do.

- That's the problem. Right there.

I don't think you know her at all.

Come on, you piece of shit.

- Molly?

Molly?

- It's done.

- I scraped the ice off the truck.

- Thank you.

- How's the smoke?

- I'll tell you what.

Can't say I've ever had better.

- Dunhills.

Costs me an arm and a leg to get them over from England,

but they're worth every penny.

- We 're all set in there. - Great.

I'll go get Charlie's bag and we'll be on our way.

- I can get it, baby.

- It's all right, Molly.

You can be in charge of making sure handsome over there

doesn't sneak a couple extra cigarettes for the road.

Oh, and before I forget.

Austin, I'll need your phone.

- That's not gonna happen.

- I'm afraid it has to.

The last thing I need is the police pulling me over

while I have our friend in the trunk.

I'm just making sure there's no temptation

for anyone to leave an anonymous tip.

Don't worry.

You'll get it back when this is all wrapped up.

- I'm begging you. Please just let this night end.

- Okay, fine.

Molly, you have to nav.

- Unfortunately, I'm taking Molly's as well.

- Are you out of your fuckin' mind?

I couldn't see ten feet in front of me coming down here.

- Really I don't know why that's necessary.

- I can't take any chances, Molly.

Now, snowfall has cleared up significantly in the last hour.

You've made this drive hundreds of times before.

You'll be fine without a phone.

- You're being paranoid! - Enough!

Both of you.

The sun is gonna come up, okay? We're running out of time.

- Where's the phone?

- It's on the dining room table.

- You know, Austin.

Someday, I hope we can all sit down under better circumstances

and really get to know each other.

- You have no idea how lucky we are.

- What?

- I was 30 seconds away from driving straight home

from the office.

Maybe if I hadn't had that last cup of coffee,

I'd have just called it a night and never stopped by.

God wanted me here, Molly.

Turn back.

This is the last chance we'll get.

- If God has had any sway over the way my life has gone so far,

I can tell you one thing for sure.

He hates me.

And I hate him, too.

- Shall we?

- So how do we handle this?

You sure you wrapped it up tight?

- Nothing's getting out.

- Any leak will end us.

- If he said it's done, it's done.

- Good.

We all take a section, then. Austin, get the head.

Molly, the legs, I'll support in the middle.

- And if somebody sees us? What do we say?

- We don't. We run. - Let's just do this.

- Okay. On the count of three.

Ready? One... Two...

Austin! Oh God!

- Molly, get back.

- No! What did you do?

- Molly, don't look at him. Look at me

- No, no! No!

- He left us with no other choice, Molly.

- Oh my God, no, we have to stop the bleeding!

- No, no! - Listen to me. He got to the phone.

He would've hurt us, Molly.

He would've fucked everything up.

The second he walked out that door

he would've gone straight to them and sold us out.

Listen to me.

- No, please!

- I had to make sure you were going to be all right.

- I took the phone. I deleted the video.

- That was a very stupid thing to do.

We can still make this work.

We run.

We run right now to the border. Anywhere you want to go.

- Stay away from me! - Don't say that!

You're confused.

You're letting right now cloud our future together.

- Our future?

There is no future together.

If you don't understand that,

you really are as fucked up as Austin said you were.

- You don't mean that. - Stay away from me!

- No!

I am not gonna lose you.

I am not gonna let them get in the way of what we have, Molly.

You can't love me now, fine.

But eventually you'll understand that the sacrifices

I made were for us.

I'll pack you a bag.

Be ready to leave in five.

- Lower the price.

- I already did.

- By how much?

- Dude, the estate sale ended a week ago.

- Okay, well just like put it on Facebook for 25 bucks.

Some CU frat boy will snatch it up.

- Who the fuck still uses Facebook?

- Well are we sure about this husband of yours?

He seems super chatty.

- Hey, uh, gorgeous,

where are we stashing that ibuprofen?

- Is it your back?

- Listen, my back will be fine. Cleaning out Bill's closet?

Permanent damage.

- It's in the guest bathroom underneath the sink.

- Thank you.

- Hey, um, I thought we were selling the house.

- We are.

Um, I was thinking Charlie and I could live here

just for a few months, til the Market evens out?

- I think that's a great idea.

- It's not gonna be a permanent, it's just...

- I'm serious.

Go for it.

Seems like you guys are gonna be needing

the extra space soon anyway's.

Austin the second.

You know, just kind of rolls off the tongue.

- That's not how it works.

- Hey.

You okay?

- Yeah.

Fine.

- Molly.

Hello? Hi, yeah, um...

My friend, she's... she's taken something,

she's not breathing.

I don't know. I don't know what she's taken.

Uh... The address is 6100 Prescott Ave.

Um, just please.

I don't want her to die.