All language subtitles for -Stone.Cold.Fox.2025.1080p.WEBRip.x264.AAC5.1-[YTS.LT]

- There's a fine line between the things

we choose to remember and those we choose to forget.

Memories are like incomplete stories in that way.

And the one I'm gonna tell you is about love, loss, family,

and some pretty fucking bad decision-making.

This is a cautionary tale

about a girl who got dealt a shitty hand

and tried to do something about it.

I know, I know.

You get what you get and you don't get upset.

Well, I'm upset.

Let me start from the beginning.

- Oh my gosh, there she is.

Say hi, girls.

What are you doing.

- My sister Spooky and I were inseparable.

But then Dad T-boned an 18 wheeler

and everything went to shit after that.

Mom's casual alcoholism turned into

a not so casual drug problem,

and suddenly I became public enemy number one.

Mom, stop! You can't keep doing this.

Don't touch that.

Please, Mom!

Get the fuck out!

I said get the fuck outta my house!

Fine!

I can't stay here anymore.

I'm done.

Where are you gonna go?

I'm not sure.

I can't keep fighting with her.

But what about me?

You.

You,

could have this whole room all to yourself.

- I don't want you to go.

There's food in the fridge,

and that should last you a couple of days.

And then I put the number for the pizza place by the phone.

- Promise you won't forget about me?

I'll be honest,

I don't really remember much after that.

That is, until she came along.

Goldie, my first love.

Hi, honey.

You look like you could use a little bit of help.

- Some might call this the beginning of the end.

But for a minute there, it was glorious.

Ever love someone so much,

you'd follow them straight into hell?

Yeah, me too.

See, the thing about dating a drug dealer

is that they're always looking for the next payday.

- And nothing's ever enough.

- And if you're making money on one vice,

might as well make money on all of them.

Here you go, honey.

- Sure, it looks like a party.

Get in there.

But it stops being fun

when you can't get off the ride.

That's my girl.

- But then last night, I saw her.

It was my little sister.

It was Spooky.

- Where you going? - Let go of me!

Spooky!

Spooky!

Spooky! Spooky!

Spooky! Spooky! Spooky!

And that's when I knew,

I was gonna get back to her no matter what.

Now, getting out of here unnoticed wasn't gonna be easy.

Oh, didn't I mention, it was a full house?

That's Crystal, the bleeding heart.

And that's Minx, the hothead.

Good people that lost their way. Sound familiar?

Neither have family, so they took to this one pretty quick.

Then there's Ricky and Domino, the bruiser twins.

They've done Goldie's dirty work

ever since she made their pervy daddy disappear.

Those guys can eat a dick.

See, Goldie had no one,

so she collected all of us like little fucking dolls,

to keep locked up in her little dollhouse.

And she'll fight hard

and she'll fight dirty to keep what's hers.

I love you.

Okay, let's eat.

How you feeling, Boss?

Fantastic.

Barring our little whoopsies from last night.

Turns out the juice was worth the squeeze,

and we are on the precipice of very lucrative deal.

This time next week, we will have a real pool.

My dad always said that you can turn any hand into gold.

Just depends on how you play it.

And, well, doesn't hurt to know the dealer.

To my old man,

who would be rolling over in his grave

if he could see me now.

Never underestimate the power of being underestimated.

- Or how many dime bags it takes to fill a pool.

What was that?

A joke.

- Do you think that you can do a better job

at providing for us, is that it?

Articulate.

No.

Well, I guess we know Fox

isn't the funny one of the group.

Breaker, what's your 20?

- 912, suspicious person on scene, standing by.

Need you back

at the station to meet the new recruit.

- You mean the brown-noser?

- Breaker, be nice.

Well, I guess it makes sense

you wanted her to learn from the best.

- That's the spirit.

- Good old Goldie, always on the money.

Let's go to work.

Shit.

Howdy.

You're not Rocco, are you?

- I'm gonna need you to pass me your keys nice and slow.

Thank you.

Why don't you hop out of the car?

How old are you?

I'm 16.

Jesus Christ.

- Look, I got my license and registration inside.

Cool.

- All right, all right. This ain't my car.

This is my cousin's car, and he's doing some time.

And he just said to look after it.

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

I know this looks bad, but I swear, I swear.

I've never done this before.

Please, just please let me go, don't do anything.

Fox?

Fox?

Come here.

Let me look at you, let's see.

Oh, sweetheart.

Oh, you took a bad tumble.

That was too hard, I'm so sorry.

I just don't understand what's gotten into you.

Ever since last night.

Spooky!

I just wanted to talk to her.

- Oh, sweetheart, that wasn't anybody.

You trust me, don't you?

We're gonna make you all better, okay? I promise.

- All your most intimate fantasies.

- You ever think about getting outta here?

Why?

- I mean, don't you want more than this?

- Everything I want is right here.

- Breaker, our new recruit wanted to see you in action.

Officer Kelly Corbett, former SFPD. We're lucky to have her.

- Sergeant Breaker, it's so nice to meet you.

I've heard a lot about you.

Yeah.

So, what happened here?

- Well, I witnessed the perp dealing,

so I drew on him, told him not to move.

He came at me with a knife when I was searching the car.

Left me no other choice but to shoot him.

There's nothing here.

- That's how I found it, short stack.

Don't do that.

Corbett, let's go

meet with the other team members.

- Look forward to working together, Sergeant.

Yeah.

Not for fucking long.

Yep?

Breaker?

It's done.

Good. Kept it tidy?

Not exactly. One casualty.

Sloppy.

- Well, I had to given the size of it.

Hmm. How much are we talking?

- Enough snow to cancel school for a year.

- Huh. Well, we'll see you tonight then, Billy Boy.

I'll put the girls down early.

Yeah.

My girls,

we have a little celebrating to do.

Never forget,

our family,

is thicker than blood.

I love you.

Thick, thick, thicker thank blood.

Thicker than blood.

Catch me!

Spooky!

Spooky, I'm coming!

Spooky!

I'd recognize that stupid hat anywhere.

Breaker, Goldie's bagman.

They've been burying money in the ground for years,

and I happen to know exactly where they stash it.

Ah, Billy Boy.

Oh. Fuck the small talk, I guess.

Just open it.

- Holy-

- Half a million. Even split, right down the middle.

- And when did you become such a greedy little thumbsucker?

I made it happen, didn't I?

On my tip.

You know, if I didn't know any better,

I'd think you were getting ready to retire.

- Everything we've done before this

is child's play in comparison.

- I've got people to feed, Billy.

And I'm risking everything.

Okay, Sarge.

Just this once.

50-50.

Because you deserve it.

We gotta move it in one clip, though.

Set up a game night. Let the gangs do what they do.

Doc Rogers rides with the trust.

Ugly motherfucker, but he's clean.

Fine. Just lemme know when.

Doc, Goldie.

I got a big one for you.

I'll see you Friday night. Thanks, Doc.

Voila.

Now, how about a smile?

Yeah.

Your cut from the last job.

Pleasure as always.

Stash it.

Hey.

Where's Fox?

Hello?

Where's Fox?

Fuck!

Spooky?

Spook?

Hello?

Spooky?

- You don't think I feel you

- judging me all the time. - Mom, stop.

- Little miss fucking perfect.

- Oh, shit, this isn't Spooky's.

Remember when I mentioned some pretty bad decision-making?

Well,

there's more.

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Where the fuck is the money?

Shit!

- Oh, come on. Pick up the fucking phone.

- Hey, this may go down smoother.

Did I do something to upset you?

Nope.

The Frogman case up north,

you must have been really proud of yourself.

Brave Officer testifies against her own.

Nothing like getting transferred

to a shithole town like this to reward you

for your good behavior, huh?

- Look, I don't wanna be here anymore than you want me here.

- Finally, something we can agree on.

You gonna get that?

- Nah, just the old ball and chain.

Where the hell have you been?

Doing my job?

What the fuck is so important that you keep blowing me up?

Fox took the cargo and ran.

- I'm sorry. What'd you just say?

- What about what I just said? Didn't you understand?

Are you fucking kidding me?

How does that happen?

Honestly, I laid this in your lap.

How do you lose it?

I mean, it's not like it's just a couple bricks.

Goldie, you fucking incompetent junkie.

- Consider this an official missing person's report.

I don't fucking work for you.

- Oh, that's funny because the pictures I have

of you snorting cocaine off a hooker's ass say otherwise.

- So no Spooky, and a bag full of blow.

I had to stash the thing somewhere,

and there was only one safe place I could think of.

Hi. Sorry.

Sorry.

You scared me.

Sorry. Can I help you?

Yeah, I was just looking for

a locker to put my things in.

Those are for customers only.

Are you skating?

No. No.

But,

I was hoping that

maybe

you

could

let me use it still.

What's in the bag?

Bricks of cocaine.

Really funny.

- Hey Sarge, I just got a call about the

traffic light glitching on Main.

I was gonna head out before calling Traffic Control.

- You know, Corbett, I got a better idea.

Why don't you stay here and type up the report

from my bust yesterday.

- With all due respect, I'm not-

- Isn't Frisco where they invented these dumb machines?

I bet you're a star on them.

Maybe when you're done,

you can help Pam type up our archived cases.

Women helping women. See, I could be a feminist.

Find the girl.

Fox will come.

- What kind of drug dealer

assaults an officer for an eightball?

Pam, right? Kelly Corbett.

I know.

Of course.

I wasn't sure since, you know,

we didn't have proper introduction.

- What can I do for you, Officer?

Yeah.

What can you tell me about the Sergeant?

- Well, he's got the highest rate

of closed cases north of Sacramento.

- With a record like that,

he must be a very gifted detective.

- Well, the Captain certainly thinks so.

And you don't?

I didn't say that.

- Huh? Is there anything else you can share?

Just a word of advice.

I suggest you tread lightly.

Nothing is more dangerous than a man who's been humiliated.

Housekeeping.

Man, what the fuck?

You're always such a buzzkill.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. That's her.

That's her, that's her, that's her.

THat's the girl from the party.

Shit shit. That's her, that's her.

Pull over. Pull over.

Want some?

What's your name?

I'll tell you what,

you tell me your name

and I'll help get you outta here.

I'll even let you drive.

That's a pretty name.

I hate it.

So change it. Who cares?

Who's gonna know?

Spooky! Spooky!

Spooky!

What's going on?

Where am I?

You're okay.

Why am I here?

- Well, you kind of ate the hood of my car.

But don't worry, your money maker's still intact.

- Who are you? - Me? I'm Frankie.

Meet Frankie,

a delusional nut job with a heart of gold.

Couldn't find an ID on you,

so my options were a little limited.

I thought about calling the cops,

but that doesn't really go well for a Jane Doe.

Oh God. I have to get my sister, they're gonna kill her.

- Relax. Let me, I'm gonna get you some water.

I'll be right back.

Come on.

A goddamn stalker.

- Wow, dude. You're like super, super pretty man.

Sir.

Thank you. Can you describe the girl?

- Which one? - Either.

Sure, sure, sure, sure.

So, the one running down the street.

Yeah, she was, she was pretty hot.

And then the one that hit her,

she was pretty easy on the eyes too.

She had this crazy like, yeah.

And, and the universe of purple, I would say hair.

Purple hair.

- Yeah. - Anything else?

- Oh yeah, she was, she was crazy strong too.

She carried that blonde chick

like she was a cutout cardboard man.

- Blonde girl, can you describe her height?

Short hair, long hair, anything like that.

- She was like- - Hey.

Hey Sarge.

What are you doing here?

- I got a call up about a hit and run.

Usual.

Can you describe the car?

Hell yeah.

It was one of those galaxy blue, like Cutlasses.

Okay. Oldsmobile blue Cutlass.

Yeah.

- Did you catch any of the numbers on the license plate?

- I think there's like a four in it.

Thanks.

Oh, one more thing. Do you recognize her?

- Yeah, yeah. See, I told you, she's hot, man.

- Great. Thanks a lot. - Have a slice day.

- Hey Pam, can you pull all DMV records

of people who own a blue Oldsmobile...

- Hey. - ...Cutlass in the county.

Hey, I'm talking to you.

Where are you going?

To find your missing girl.

- Let's get something straight, short stack.

This is my case. Look around, this is my town.

Just trying to do my job.

How noble of you.

I don't think you understand me.

You do what I let you do. Got it?

Since you're here,

we might as well put you to good use.

Come with me.

Not that way.

- I'll go first. Frankie DeFranco, combat medic.

Well, actually I should say ex-combat medic.

I saw some crazy

shit and

I don't know, sometimes I still do.

Yeah.

- Anytime I hear the tick, tick, tick.

It's like,

but, fun fact, sugar always brings me back.

So anyways, I got discharged on account

of seeing some stuff that they told me I didn't see.

So now I'm back here just until,

you know, I find a place of my own.

So that's me.

Your turn.

Goldie is going to kill your sister, is that the story?

- Wait, what? How, how'd you know?

- You were mumbling her name while you were knocked out, so.

Oh my God. Unless Goldie is your sister.

That's a long story.

I love long stories.

- So, about this missing girl, you gonna tell me who she is?

Just another gutter rat.

So what's it to you?

Just trying to do my job.

- You know, there are smarter ways to locate a vehicle.

Calling me stupid, Frisco?

Looky looky here. You were saying?

Shit.

- Hey Pam, how are we doing on this DMV records?

- I pulled three and counting.

Copy that.

- Wow. So what's the plan?

- I mean, I have to go back for my sister.

- You do realize that Goldie is baiting you, right?

What choice do I have?

I can think of a few.

Welcome to Habibi headquarters.

Whoa.

Holy shit.

Pretty cool, huh?

Did you make these?

No, my brother did.

He's obsessed with martial arts.

Well, he's not actually my brother,

but he practically is.

His family took me in.

Speak of the devil.

Well, hello.

Dylan, this is uh.

Fox.

And finally.

Dylan.

- Action film fanatic with a penchant for Stallone.

Nice to meet you.

- Injury accident, 14th Street north.

- So Dylan, my friend Fox is in a little bit of a situation.

What kind of a situation?

- Think Aunty Entity, lost tribe in Thunderdome,

bow with commando.

No shit.

I fucking love Commando.

What's Commando?

- Listen. - Oh, no, no.

You know, we'll deal with that. Look at me.

High risk expedition, everything we've been training for.

You in?

Yeah, I'm free. Let's do it.

No, no. This isn't a game.

I, I'm not, no one is in, and I'm not taking you with me.

- Listen lady, you will not find two people

more qualified than us.

I don't even know you.

It's fine. She's right.

She doesn't know us or need us

or any of our stuff.

Good luck, I guess.

So you have no problem finding your sister

and your friends all by yourself.

Why do you even wanna help me?

- I'm a combat medic, helping people's what I do.

Plus I kind of owe you, the car.

Searching for a blue

Oldsmobile Cutlass for a hit and run off I-99 headed east.

Driver possibly armed.

So what's it gonna be?

Good choice.

What now?

- Now do what they do in every action movie.

- Well, these two are definitely a bad fit,

but beggars can't be choosers.

Fuck it.

Ha!

What the fuck?

- All in the wrist, okay? - Okay.

Come, come on again.

One, come, one two, come.

- The painkillers are really kicking in.

Elbow here. Boom.

Okay, here.

No, I got it this time.

- Okay, go ahead. - Mm-hm.

Shit!

Stash it.

Come on, one two. Yes.

Come on.

Hell!

Okay.

Dylan?

A video, mom.

Sorry, Auntie.

Habibi.

Hello.

- Is your friend staying over? The bed is made.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

She's just visiting.

- And have either of you offered her something to eat?

Haram, well, Haram, who raised your mama?

Are you hungry?

Yeah.

- The Cutlass belongs to Frankie DeFranco.

Ex-military was stationed in Beirut

during barracks bombing in '83.

Says here she was discharged after failing psych evaluation.

Let me guess.

She went AWOL the second she saw some kid bleed out.

- No, actually it says she fired on bags of rice.

- Huh? Frankie DeFranco does not like risotto.

More rice.

- More rice on her plate.

Mm mm mm mm.

It's all really good.

- This is the most amazing thing I've ever tasted.

Mm.

What's this?

Mm.

And what's this?

Pitha.

And honestly,

this doesn't even compare to what you get over there.

Oh no. It's really special.

Wanna become a big actor

and do my own stunts, like Stallone.

- He's gonna be like the Lebanese Rocky.

Yeah, I will.

And I'm gonna show them what Beirut is really made of.

- You will. - I will.

Maybe I'll get to go someday.

- Yo, you should come with us next time.

I bet Spooky would love it.

Crystal and Minks, too.

We have to get them outta there.

Okay.

If we're gonna get through this alive,

we need to know exactly what we're doing

and where we're going.

Show us the lay of the land.

Okay.

Here is the main house,

and then the shed is in the back.

It's pretty remote, there's only one road

that leads right to the front,

so they'll see us coming.

Do you?

- I don't know. Do you? - No.

- Dylan! - Okay, Mama.

Hi.

- We're here to ask you a few questions about-

Do you speak American?

- Yes sir, I do. I speak three languages fluently.

Are you Demeter?

Yeah. I go by Dylan, but yeah.

- I'm Officer Corbett. We're here to ask-

- We're looking for Frankie DeFranco.

You know where she is?

- Seen her, is there something wrong?

- Would you mind if I take a look around?

- No, not not, not at all. Come on in.

- How long have you lived here for?

- Oh, in America? About 10 years.

- You live alone? - No, I live, I live

with my mom and my uncle

And Frankie?

- Frankie? Frankie, she usually just drifts, drifts around.

Last I heard she had a place up on Division.

- Division? - Yeah.

- Great, when was the last time you saw her?

Last time I saw her?

Last time I saw her, two, two weeks ago.

A week ago, a week ago. Yeah.

She was at my uncle's restaurant.

Habibi Cafe and lounge.

- Yeah, B-I.

Can I help you?

Shit.

Goddamn it.

- I'm really, sorry. Are you okay?

Please, let me help you.

No, don't.

You want a banana?

- It's really- - No, I'm fine.

It's from my brother, then.

Trust me. No, thank you.

- It will help with your indigestion.

She hurt me with her tea.

The orange blossom tea?

Goddamn it, lady.

I don't know what's wrong

with your fucking ears, but I said no.

- You come into my house, poking around.

You did not even say hello. I offer you something.

I think it's

- time to go. - Something I made

with my own hands.

And you say .

Mom.

Goddamn foreigners.

- Thank you, let us know if you need anything else.

They're gone.

We're fucked.

Oh, you're back.

- Yeah. I need to do a bit of recon.

Pam, I'll be fine. You should go home.

Okay.

Before you go,

are these all of Breaker's cases?

All the ones he turned in.

Goodnight.

See you later.

Bingo.

Hey.

Hello?

Goldie?

You know,

most people are average

because they don't know the difference

between inconvenience and opportunity.

- What the hell is that supposed to mean?

- It means that I'm making lemonade

and you can't have any.

You're out Billy Boy, it's over.

Cut the bullshit.

There wouldn't be a deal if it weren't for me.

- Precisely, yet I can't think of a single reason

why I need you anymore.

Enough snow to cancel school for a year, right?

- You got it back. - Something like that.

- Goddamn it Goldie, I did everything you asked of me.

Okay, I brought the deal to the table. You can't cut me out.

Oh, come on Billy.

Did you really think that I would let you leave me first?

Good luck with that retirement, now.

- I'm gonna fuckin' hang you, do you hear me?

You're fuckin' dead.

Fuckin' bitch.

Why you little bitch.

I'll take you all down.

It's not gonna work.

That cop works for Goldie.

I'm not walking you guys into a suicide mission.

They'll kill you.

Maybe.

Better me than the girls,

or my sister.

You can't go.

- Okay, hold on. Goldie has one dirty cop.

Big whoop, we can still take them.

No, you don't know this guy.

He'll do anything for a payday.

I should have known she was gonna get him involved

when I took the bag.

What bag?

- I accidentally swiped a duffle bag full of blow.

In my defense, I thought it was money.

What?

You've just been walking around

with an industrial amount of cocaine?

No.

No, of course not.

I stashed it.

This is good.

This is great.

Cobra?

- I don't know. I haven't seen it.

- This is a classic hostage negotiation situation.

They have something we want.

We have something they want.

Yes.

- We can't just walk up to the front door.

I mean, we've been made.

Not all of us have been made.

We even have the getaway car.

This is Boss,

she was a gift from my dad on my 18th birthday.

My uncle brought her over from Beirut.

Are you sure?

- She's, she's just warming up.

She's hot, she's getting warm.

- Okay, great.

- Yeah. - There we go.

- Sergeant Billy Breaker. Open up, we need to talk.

- Come on, come on, come on.

There you are.

You ready?

I have some bad news.

- Fuck. - Yeah.

But I do have some good news. I do have some good news.

I come prepared.

Huh?

Seriously.

Let's go.

- Hey, what is this an interrogation?

Come on.

Who are you, asshole?

Who am I, asshole?

I'm the asshole that has friends downtown

that says you two boys might need something that I have.

- What the? - So let me just start

from the beginning of the story.

Fox, is it you?

I need you to be quiet.

What do you mean, me?

Minx, she's back.

Okay, we gotta go

and I need you guys to come with me.

Where the hell have you been?

I've been a sinner.

What's in the bag?

But I ain't no crook, okay?

I'm not a crook.

Come on, huh?

I'm just trying to get to the big

pasta and fazul up in the sky.

Y'all know what I mean?

- I never heard no gumba say, y'all.

Take it easy, okay?

Because I-

- You walking in like nothing happened.

Shit!

Fuck!

Oh, come on Fox.

You don't want me to accidentally shoot Minx, now do you?

Okay.

Welcome home darling.

Fuck you, asshole.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Fuck you.

- Atta girl, stick it to her like fuckin' Chinese chicken.

I'm Japanese you dumb duck.

- I know you're mad, but I had to get my sister.

- Oh. - Let's go.

We're supposed to be sisters.

We are.

Then, why did you leave?

Come on, come on guys.

We gotta go.

You gotta get us out of here.

Come on.

Come here.

Sisters in blood.

- Go to the gas station. Stay there, I'll meet you there.

I'm right behind you.

What about you?

I have to get Spooky.

- I'll be fine. - Okay.

Commando.

Fuck Commando.

Here please!

Fox.

Hey.

Dylan!

- Remember how I said I was upset?

So, now you know.

Nuts, right?

Fox, get Spooky.

Frankie, you okay?

Dylan, watch out.

Oh no.

Yeah.

Jihad, motherfucker.

Spook?

Spooky.

Say hi to the Fox.

But you see I'm smart.

So come on kid.

Where's my stuff?

Sweetheart,

where is my bag?

Fuck you!

Wow.

Okay, here's the deal.

You give me what I want,

and I promise I'll buy you a new crown.

Hell, I'll get you veneers.

Tell me where it is and I'll let you walk right outta here.

- Let me go, and I'll tell you where it is.

- Yeah, you're still not gettin' it.

You don't get to fucking negotiate.

What the fuck?

Wow.

I'm gonna take a wild guess here,

but I think this probably has something to do with it.

You are so lame.

Goodnight, now.

Jesus!

Move!

Good morning, motherfucker.

Oh my God.

It happened.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Sugar helps.

Okay.

But did you find Spooky.

No, no, no, no. I'm gonna go look in the shed.

No? Okay.

Wait, Fox.

Oh. Oh Jesus, don't throw it.

Dyl, you good?

- See the other guy? - Okay, yeah.

Oh, is he dead?

I don't think so.

Move, move asshole!

- I don't think you know who you're messing with, okay?

Take that, you little bitch.

How tall are you?

- Tall enough to kick your ass.

Hit him again.

- Freeze, drop the weapon. Drop it.

- Frisco, you're just in time. They're fucking crazy.

- Women helping women, am I right?

Ah! Fuck!

You shot my foot.

- What are ya gonna do, report me?

Sergeant Billy Breaker,

you're under arrest for

- obstruction of justice. - What the fuck?

Possession with the

- intent to distribute. - What are you doing?

Fraud and

- tampering with evidence. - We can make a deal, okay?

40-60, I've already got a buyer.

- You have the right to remain silent.

- Anything you say... - 50-50.

- ...can and will be used against you in a court of law.

I don't think you know

- how much money... - You have a right

- to an attorney. - ...we're talking about.

- If you can't afford one, one will be provided for you.

Do you understand the rights that I've just read to you?

And with this in mind, do you have anything else to say?

I need to go to a hospital.

Watch your head.

My foot.

- Put your hands on the hood now.

Took you long enough.

You've made a real mess, Fox.

I have what you want,

but I need you to let her go first.

Look at you,

a real business woman.

But did you forget?

I know you

better than anyone.

I know the real you.

What are you talking about?

- Oh, you really did get lost in the lie, girly.

The mind really is wild, isn't it?

Protecting you from what you did,

so the guilt wouldn't kill you.

So let's take a trip down memory lane, shall we?

Stop.

Spooky is dead.

Stop.

- Because you weren't there to help her.

You do remember,

if you try hard enough,

don't you, Isabel?

Isabelle, Isabel, Isabel, Isabel.

- Isabel, get over here.

Come on. Wake up.

She won't wake up. Isabel.

Isabel?

Please.

Come on .

Isabel!

- She's a grown woman, she can handle herself.

Please don't leave.

Enough.

Get the fuck out of here.

You do remember.

Spooky?

Spooky?

Spooky!

No!

She slipped.

She slipped.

- And that's why I brought you here,

so that you could just start all over.

You can start all over.

I just wanna help you, okay?

No.

- I just want to help you like I always have.

Come here.

Let me help you, my baby.

It's okay.

You're gonna be okay.

You see it now, don't you?

I wasn't lying.

There's nobody else out there for you,

except me.

Us,

your family.

Bad beat.

Now, you're gonna give me the bag,

and then I'm going to put you down

like the sick puppy that you are.

Where's the fucking bag?

Where's the fucking bag?

I loved you, you know?

I taught you everything.

I thought you were strong enough.

What was that?

What was that?

How many times

do I have to tell you to articulate?

I said,

you underestimated me.

I loved you too.

- Turns out that fine line between what we remember

and what we forget, can save us.

I couldn't save Spooky,

but somehow

she saved me.

I guess Goldie was right, the mind really is wild.

Fox?

Is this yours?

Yeah, it's mine.

What happens now?

As far as I'm concerned, this case is closed.

Guess I'll see you guys around soon.

- Always good to see you, Doc. Take care.

It's funny,

whoever said you can't choose your family

really had no idea what they were talking about,

because I did.

I'd say I hit the jackpot.