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Come on.

It's okay.

Get off!

I said friends only!

Hey!

No means no, pal.

Yo, watch the movie, old man.

Fucking jerk.

Where you going?

Hey!

Yo, sit down!

Bitch!

Hey, Casanova.

Do you have a fucking problem?

I don't have a problem.

Apparently you have a hearing problem.

Have a good night, pal.

Yo, I feel like you're trying to fuck with me.

No, I'm not trying to fuck with you.

I just want to get home.

You should do the same.

Easy, easy.

Two.

There you go.

There you go.

You might want to take six months before you jerk off.

Unless you're left.

See, now you can't jerk off anymore.

I hope you had friends.

You always take no for an answer.

If someone says no, back off.

Okay?

Okay, okay.

Ronald, you have health insurance?

Yeah.

Do you know where the bus to ZR is?

Yeah.

Do you need a ride, Gary?

No.

Drive yourself.

Yeah.

Oh, hey, hon.

I saw you called earlier, but I was at an old

movie and I didn't want to pick up and be that guy.

But here I am calling you back anyway.

Hey, I've been wanting to tell you, one of my boys made it to the Olympics.

I get to go back as a coach this time.

I know, it's really something else, huh?

All right, well, call me back any time.

Let's get lunch.

It's your dad, by the way.

Hi, honey.

Did you get my voicemail?

Harry Sumner?

This is Chuck Monahan.

I'm a detective with the Los Angeles Police Department.

I'm the one that called you a couple of hours ago from your daughter's phone.

What is it?

I have my daughter's phone.

I'm sorry, Mr. Sumner.

Your daughter's phone was found at a crime scene.

She's in serious condition in the hospital.

The man that did this to your daughter was just taken into custody.

We got him.

The name's Johnny McCoy.

Do you know him?

Does that name sound familiar?

No.

It doesn't sound familiar.

We think you may have been dating your daughter.

I could be her.

Doctor.

I need to talk to you.

Don't worry about that.

I'm just going to take a quick nap.

I'm good.

I'm going to go.

Mr. McCoy, I find you to be a cold and cynical person, and I can only hope that

for the rest of your life you will think of Jennifer Sumner and what you took from her.

I hope you will think about the family that she will never have, of the dreams

she will never achieve, of the children she will never get to raise.

You are a danger to society, and we need to keep predators

like you from harming the Jennifer Sumners of the world.

For the crime of kidnapping and murder in the second degree, I hereby sentence you

to spend the rest of your life in a California state prison.

Goodbye, Mr. McCoy.

Please remove Mr. McCoy from the courtroom.

Yeah?

Mr. Sumner, I just got off the clock and I just wanted to see how you were doing.

I'm fine.

I know you refused counseling, but I'd like to encourage you to talk to someone.

No need.

Justice was served, right?

It certainly doesn't feel like that way, does it?

You did a good job, Detective.

That's all.

That's all you can ask?.

I'm not sure why I called you.

Um, I'm probably just making it worse.

Ah.

Have a great life, Detective.

Thank you for all of your-all of your hard work.

Goodbye, sir.

Used

that, let's go again.

Come on now.

What do you think?

It'd probably take a full day to make the thing change that much better.

I think you should consider track.

So, like, I need more stamina or something?

More like track instead of wrestling.

Coach Sumner?

What is it, Miss Matson?

Can I talk to you?

Yeah, what?

Well...

I was thinking that I don't want to train with all the weaklings anymore.

The weaklings?

Yeah.

I want to train with Esparza or Harris so I can really be challenged.

Why would I want those boys to be training with someone your size?

Just using your logic here.

Well, then how am I supposed to get better?

Maybe just rethink your extracurricular activities.

Do it for the team.

Or...

try out for track.

A lot of girls on the track team.

Wow.

Do you have to be a sexist pig like all of them?

At least look down when you're taking a shit.

What?

Yeah, everyone looks at their shit, right?

You can at least look at me when you're dumping on me.

Uh-huh.

You know what?

Screw this.

And screw you.

Come on, Daddy.

You're done.

I said I need a minute.

And I said you're done.

I pay you for an hour.

It's only been a half an hour.

No, no, no.

You pay me per hour.

Doesn't mean I gotta whoop your ass for the full hour.

What kind of person would I be?

Oh, let me help you off your high horse, princess.

You're a good-for-nothing nobody.

Oh, I like it when you talk dirty talk.

Yeah, you're a loser from a long line of losers.

Yeah, yeah.

One, two.

Good.

Good.

Nice.

Hi, Mom.

Hey, baby.

Why don't you come sit with us?

I know.

Thank you.

Did you get me something to eat?

No.

Baby, she just got home from school.

That's a fucking poor local like two blocks from her fucking school.

Babe, she's tired.

I'm fucking starving!

What?

Your little legs don't work?

What the fuck did I say?

Have you ever heard of knocking?

Have you ever heard of knocking?

Um...

Hey, uh, why do you always have to talk to me like that?

Don't touch me.

I'm talking to you.

What?

You know none of this shit is for free, right?

You ought to be nicer to me once in a while.

Or what?

I swear.

If I was your dad... But you're not, okay?

Because my mom would never marry a pathetic loser like you.

Watch your fucking mouth!

Bitch!

What the fuck happened?

He just hit me!

You fucking sucker punched me!

Because you hit me first!

Twice!

Mom, he can't be doing this!

I'm gonna call the cops on you!

You hit my daughter?

I'm trying to talk to her and she's fucking cussing at me in my whole fucking house!

This is not a house!

We don't even know milk!

Well, if you don't fucking like it, you can get the fuck out of here!

I will!

Tom!

That goes for you too, bitch!

What did I do?

Fucking teach this bitch some fucking manners!

Shit!

What did you do, Katya?

What did I do?

You stopped picking fights with Tom how many times have I told you?

Why are you doing this to me?

Do you think I like living like this?

Do you think I do?

Well, I don't see you doing anything about it.

What do you want me to do, Katya?

I'm 45 and I don't even have a high school diploma.

What am I supposed to do?

We'll figure it out.

I can work.

I'll work.

Katya, I need you to focus on finishing high school.

And getting along with Tom.

I don't want you to have the same.

No, no, Mommy.

You don't get it.

You're just waiting for...

You know what?

Never mind.

If you want to stay, stay.

But I'm out of here.

Oh, God.

Not again.

I don't have time for your drama.

Night, Coach.

You alright?

Fine.

I'm just making sure I don't have to call the paramedics.

Call me when you're 57, you prick.

Tell me how your knees feel.

Fair enough.

Well, look, I'll be happy to beat that ass some more tomorrow night.

Yeah, fuck you.

I'm out.

Right now.

Is that you, Miss Mattson?

What do you want?

What's in that big bag?

It's a dead body.

Unusual.

Whose body is it?

It's my mom's boyfriend.

His name is Tom.

And he's a dickhead.

Well, I guess he had it coming.

Yeah.

I'm gonna dump him by the LA River.

Then I'm hitchhiking up to Alaska.

Are you heading that way by any chance?

Cause if you're not, you can just leave.

I've had enough of men for one day.

Did you eat dinner?

I've been doing this a long time.

Everybody's parents are a pain in the ass.

She always blames me for everything.

Everything I do.

Everything I do is always my fault.

And then she never believes me.

Like, no matter what I say.

And if I complain, I get a fist on the face.

What am I supposed to do?

I think you ought to try and lie more.

Lie?

Sometimes you have to tell people what they want to hear.

You rub their ego a little bit, you're no longer

a threat, and their shield tends to come down.

You know, at that point, then you can try and make them see your point of view.

You also avoid confrontation altogether if you just, you know, lie a little.

And maybe don't go in all confrontational right off.

Right?

That never works.

I guess.

Where's your real dad?

Never met him.

Never really wanted to.

I just can't wait to be an adult.

Just to do whatever the hell I want.

You know?

Yeah, except when you're an adult you don't have

time to do all the things you want to do, so...

there's that.

Who's that girl in the picture?

What picture?

The one in your death?

She's pretty.

That's Jenny, my daughter.

Where did she go?

She no longer goes to school.

She died.

I'm sorry.

I knocked her picture over.

Coach, also, I wanted to ask you.

Do you think I could stay over at your place tonight?

Sleepover?

No, of course not.

Why not?

Top three?

Well, you're, what, 16?

I'm 57.

You're a student.

I'm a coach at your school.

And we're not even related.

It's not appropriate.

Listen, kid, I gotta go now.

The way I see it, I got two choices.

I can drop you out at your house or I can drop you at the police station where you

can file a police report, which is what I suggest.

So pick one.

I believe it.

Thanks.

I guess.

The last thing you want to do is to pick a fight with one of these people.

We have a legal obligation to report any suspicions of abuse, don't we?

Is he sexually abusing her?

Not that you mentioned.

Sounds more like a domestic issue between the parents.

Harry, I know doing the right thing feels good at the

beginning, and we can go ahead and submit a report.

But if you end up in court, then everyone knows your name and where you live.

So because you're a chicken shit, she has to duck jabs at home?

Do you want to file a report?

Go ahead.

Then come back and see me in a month.

Let me know how it went.

Pick your fights, Harry.

I will.

Doctor.

Doctor, really?

I never got that.

I'm a PhD in English.

And that makes you a doctor.

I earned the title.

I wouldn't even let you check my temperature.

Get done with it.

That's what he said.

I had to mark you down as absent.

What happened?

I quit.

Remember?

You didn't have to quit.

You're the one that told me to.

I didn't think you were actually going to go do it.

Usually people just ignore my advice.

What happened to your face?

Well...

Let me see.

Let's break this down.

Last night, you took me back to Tom's house.

And...

What do you think happened there?

I gave you a choice.

Who are you to give me choices?

I'm

going to break your arm.

Yeah, break it, then.

Ha!

No!

I should have broke your arm.

Taking pain doesn't make you better, man.

It makes you fucking stupid.

Come on, you ready?

Let's go.

Fuck off!

You done?

Go home!

That's all you got?

You twat too sore?

Come on, man.

Bring it.

You got any more?

Fuck you.

What's up?

What's up, man?

Yeah.

Got

it.

You have a good night, man.

Coach!

What you doing here, man?

What's going on?

Oh, nothing.

You know, just making some disposable cash.

Need money?

I'll pay you more money.

No, no, coach.

I'm good, really.

Besides, I already feel guilty as it is

beating your ass every night taking your money.

What are you selling?

You, uh...

You think I'm selling drugs?

Well, I'm a high school coach.

I can't be around certain things.

Come with me, man.

I want to show you something.

What's that?

Martin's Mobile Security Shop.

You see, a lot of the guys, they work security, so they come to me for the goods.

No tax.

Faster than Amazon.

That's very enterprising of you.

Thank you.

Can I interest you...

in a rape whistle?

Hmm?

I gotta go.

All right, coach.

Good night.

Fucking door!

Can't you get it yourself?

Coach Sumner.

Miss Mattson.

Is your mom home?

Uh, she's working till 11.

May I come in?

Who is it?

It's my school coach.

Coach!

What'd you do?

Nothing!

What did this bitch do?

Is there a store close by that's open?

There's a 7-Eleven.

You want anything from 7-Eleven?

Buffalo wings would be good.

Doesn't?

Sure.

Here, you take this.

Get him his wings.

And if you want something to eat or drink, just help yourself.

Okay.

Oh, also, a little bottle of ibuprofen or Tylenol.

Oh, also, a little bottle of ibuprofen or Tylenol.

Tom, I'm just gonna be straight with you.

I don't want you to get the wrong idea, okay?

Nobody from the school knows I'm here.

It's probably for the better.

I just want to ask you, man to man.

Stop hitting that kid.

You're a big guy.

You know better.

It's just a kid.

You know what would happen if I reported any of this?

You could be in some serious legal trouble.

I think you ought to mind your own fucking business, coachy.

You're right.

Absolutely.

The whole drive over here, I kept telling myself that over and over.

But, uh...

But here I am.

Get the fuck out of my house.

Help me out here.

I think we can make a deal.

You promise not to touch that kid again, and I'll

promise not to ever come break your left arm.

You threatening me?

It depends.

You recording this conversation?

No.

Then yes, I am.

And when you say you want to break my...

left arm...

What's gonna happen to my right arm?

What I meant was, before I leave tonight, I'm definitely breaking your right arm.

It's nothing personal.

I just want to make sure you know I'm not blowing smoke up your ass.

I'm not that kind of person.

You wanna break my right arm?

You wanna break my right arm?

Just wait a second.

I did.

That's a binding agreement.

MOTHERFUCKER!

Here, let me give this.

Oh yeah.

Rose and Peace.

It's a classic.

Put that on there for about 20 minutes.

Maybe scotch tape it on there, so you can drive yourself to the ER.

It's already starting to smell.

Fuck you!

Alright, here we go.

Hey Tom, I'm gonna help you rearrange the furniture a little later.

Enjoy your wings.

See you at school, kiddo.

Oh, the ibuprofen.

Yeah, that's for him too.

What just happened?

Your fucking soccer coach broke my fucking arm!

He's my wrestling coach.

Fucking now you tell me!

I gotta go to the fucking hospital!

Do you want this?

Yeah, give me the fucking ibuprofen shit.

Ow!

Fuck!

I fucking can't open this shit!

There you go, right there.

Drag to near side.

You watching, Miss Mattson?

Yeah.

Thumb down.

Pull across.

And grab.

Step in.

Why don't you give it a try?

How are you today, Miss Mattson?

Never step better.

Alright, here.

See another one?

You need to hold each cross hand.

Basically change hands.

Pull it toward you, put it across.

That's it.

Yes, that's good.

Coach Sumner.

Can I have a minute?

Alright, keep working.

Give me a second.

Give me two more sets.

What is it?

Mr. Sumner?

Yeah?

Do you know Thomas Kincaid?

I don't think so.

Thomas Kincaid filed a police report stating that

you came to his house last night and broke his arm.

Oh.

That Tom.

We would like to take your statement.

Down the station.

Are you happy, doctor?

Right now.

Alright, it's all.

Good class.

Hey, on your feet.

Rapid fire drill.

Hey.

Hey, Sergio.

What's up?

What's up, Tommy?

What's going on?

Uh, well, uh... I just came back from the ER.

I broke my fucking arm.

This motherfucker tried to get smart with me and I had to kick his fucking ass.

But I broke my arm.

But I'm good.

Shit.

Yo, did you think about that thing I told you?

I could, like, solve all your problems, yo, and, uh, get you some cash as well.

Almost like a genie.

Yeah, yeah, but that, uh...

I don't think so.

It's too risky.

Come on, yo.

We're talking about 10 grand up front.

Cash on hand.

And the auction's in a couple days.

I'm really fucking dry.

Hold on.

Hey, hey.

Yo, Sergio.

I got another call.

I'll call you back later.

Well, hello.

Are you calling to apologize?

What did you do, Tom?

What?

I think my coach just got arrested.

Oh, yeah, well, he committed a crime.

What did you do?

I called the cops.

Please don't do this.

Do what?

It's already happened.

Oh, come on.

Did you see my fucking arm?

If you don't drop the charges, I'm telling my mom you've been fucking Lucy.

What?

Who told you that shit?

I'm gonna tell her.

Tell her?

I don't give a fuck.

I am gonna tell her.

I'll pick you up in 20 minutes, and we can go fucking tell her together.

You're so full of shit, Tom.

I'll pick you up in 20 minutes, and I'll drive you to her.

I'll be outside.

All right.

Yo, Sergio.

Yo.

Ten grand.

As advertised, my boy.

All right, I'll see you in about an hour.

Yo.

Detective Monaghan.

I'm still here.

I must say, I was a little surprised to hear your name come out of Mr.

Kincaid's mouth.

Yeah.

I'm sorry we have to meet under these circumstances.

I understand you two had an altercation?

You might call it a business disagreement.

Did you break his arm?

I did.

Why?

Caught your mats, and she comes to school with bruises.

Did you report it?

Tried to.

And?

What am I looking at?

Felony assault.

Ten years.

Okay.

This kid, Katia.

Did she talk to you about the bruises?

She's the one that told me the details.

Hold up.

Jones.

Can you do me a favor?

Go back into the high school and ask the front desk to see Katia Mason.

How old is she?

Stop.

She's in 10th grade.

Check her for bruises.

Get her mother's information.

And bring them both down to the station as soon as you can.

Thanks.

How have you been?

Oh.

Up and down like anybody, I suppose.

How about you?

How have you been doing?

Are you going to arrest me?

Well, let me speak to the kid, Katia.

And then I'll talk to the mother.

So I'd appreciate if you could stay away from Mr. Kincaid's

house for the time being while I sort this mess out.

Think you can do that for me?

We had no plans to go back there.

Okay.

Hello, Detective.

Harry.

Did you happen to hear from or see Ms. Mattson when you went back to school?

I did not.

She didn't show up for school.

I was just hoping you might know something.

Okay.

Thanks.

No worries.

Where'd she go?

What the fuck you doing here?

I sure am glad I caught you at home.

I'm terribly sorry about what happened.

I'm kind of going through a rough patch and I lose control.

I figured you'd be in the slammer.

Well, you know how the system is, you know.

Long investigation and blah blah blah.

Man, all of that.

I was hoping you could just, uh, cut me some slack, you know.

Oh, cut you some slack?

Well...

You fucked with the wrong guy.

I am awfully sorry.

Yeah.

Yeah, I bet you are.

Yeah, I mean, I...

All right, here's the deal.

I was dealing with this whole other...

You know, I was... I was just hoping I could help with the hospital bill.

You're gonna pay for that and a lot more.

Yeah, how much?

How much what?

How much do you want?

To make like none of this ever happened.

I was thinking five grand, um, and then...

I don't know, maybe a... like half of the hospital bill.

Twenty-five grand.

Oh, come on, Tom.

You know I'm a...

It's the high school coach.

I don't have that kind of money.

Oh, fuck it.

It's in your court.

What?

Hang on.

Maybe I can, uh...

I suppose I can withdraw from my retirement account.

Uh, that'll be tomorrow.

Take a minute.

I do have the five grand here.

I ain't dropping any charges until I say twenty-five grand.

Oh, okay.

It's just that I... I can write you a check tonight.

Uh, for that five grand and get you the rest later.

It's just the thing is I don't have a pen.

You have a pen?

Yeah, I got a pen.

Yeah.

No funny business.

No, no.

I really feel bad.

Hey, I got three grand right here tonight, if you want it.

Just... just need that pen, if you got it.

Where is she?

I don't fucking know!

Where'd you take her?

Who are you?

Your daughter's coach.

Do you know where she is right now?

Tom said she ran away again!

Where'd you take her?

I don't fucking... I don't fucking know!

What was she doing in the back of the car?

How is he supposed to know where she is?

You fucking... What is she... You fucking... What did you do to my daughter?

I don't understand.

What did you do to her?

She... I'm sorry.

You fucking... Sam, what did you do to her?

You fucking bastard!

It's alright, you got eight more, Tom.

Go ahead and take your time.

All right.

Let's...

Coach, it's a little bit early in the morning for you now, isn't it?

Can I buy a few things from you?

What do you need?

Show me what you got.

Look at that.

I'm a fucking entrepreneur.

I need a fucking document.

Come on.

Oh, man, I'm not fucking around.

Please, my fucking arms.

I feel like I'm gonna pass out.

Well, if you're gonna be a big baby about it.

There we go.

Got these when I pinched the nerve.

You want one?

What matters is they're expired.

No, man.

I'm fucking about to pass out.

I was taking two or three.

These are expired.

Think that makes it weaker or stronger?

Weaker, I think.

You sure?

Yeah.

You don't know?

A little too fast.

I was taking two or three.

Two or three.

How about four?

No, no, six.

I don't have any water.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

I don't have any water.

I don't have water.

Every dog remembers where his bones are buried.

A little.

Come on, boy.

That's enough.

No, come on, come on, come on.

Please, please, please.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

That'll pass.

No, come on.

Yo, Tommy.

What the fuck, dog?

You look like shit, bro.

Step back.

Whoa.

What the fuck, Tom?

Back the fuck up.

Come on.

Get out of here.

Tom, yo, dog.

Yo, whoa, whoa, yo.

Don't move.

Is anybody else here?

No, man.

Listen, I didn't do anything wrong.

You guys are kind of fucking scaring me.

Ah, fuck.

You know what, Sergio?

I'm in kind of a rush.

I have a few questions.

You answer these questions, you won't get your finger broke.

You lie to me, you will.

Ah!

Yo.

Hey, man.

Tom.

Tom, what the fuck is this, yo?

Tom, what is going on, man?

Tom brought me a girl, man.

Caught you.

Where is she?

Yo, you can't do this, man.

You... I'm going to show you.

Can't do this.

Ah!

It's an assassin force, man.

Ah!

Okay.

Fuck!

Yeah.

Where is she?

Fuck, man.

She's long gone, all right?

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Okay.

She's in Las Vegas.

She's in Las Vegas.

Why Vegas?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Who are they?

Stop!

Fuck!

Who are they?

Stop!

Look, man.

I'm just a recruiter, I think, in the barstool.

And that day, they're the rest.

What the... Ah!

Who's that?

Fuck!

Chris Parker, man.

And his boss, Mr. Remington.

They... They go to the Penny House Casino.

That's where the oxen die.

I was there this morning.

All right?

That's all I know.

What are you doing?

What the fuck is this, man?

This is how we do it.

Ah!

Man!

I just knew it!

Ah!

Did you touch her?

Well, what do you mean that I touched her?

Yeah, I got her in the car.

Did you rape her?

Whoa, man.

I would've fucked with the merchandise!

Okay.

Wait.

Wait.

Where did you keep her when she was here?

Aah!

Aah!

Okay!

Behind the TV.

That man over there.

Behind the TV.

Aah!

Aah!

Ah!

Fuck!

Oh!

Oh!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

What's the code, Sergio?

What's the fucking code, Sergio?

Five, three, four, seven.

Yeah?

Mr. Sumner, this is Detective Monaghan.

Where are you?

I'm on the highway to Vegas.

Why?

I figured I'd be spending some time in jail,

so I might as well try my luck at blackjack.

Where is Tom Kincaid?

Left him at his buddy's house.

And where's that?

Hill Avenue.

I guess I'll text you the address.

I'll check on it.

Don't do anything stupid.

Alright, make sure you check behind that big TV.

There's no one here.

How big is that?

75?

85?

I bet it's 85.

So what do you think?

I'm looking.

Yeah.

It's definitely...

This fucking guy.

Yes?

Harry, you're not a police officer.

Please tell me you're turning around.

Sorry.

Can't do that.

Why?

Because.

I promise not to lie to you.

I'll call you when I get something.

But you better head to Sin City because I'm not coming back without her.

I'll be right there.

Ma'am, you've not been on set.

Detective!

Where is she?

Las Vegas.

What are we going to do?

I'm going to go there.

I'll keep you updated.

Sorry, you can't go.

You're a civilian.

I promise I'll keep you updated with any information I get.

I'm sorry, this could be dangerous.

Okay.

Going to Vegas.

Hello, welcome to Las Vegas Pennyland Hotel and Casino.

Are you checking in with us today?

Yes, please.

Okay.

Do you have a reservation?

I'm not that organized.

Okay, no worries.

How many is in your party?

Just myself.

Okay.

Can you tell me how I could find out

information on the auction here in the hotel?

Haven't heard of any auction here in the casino.

But who knows, maybe.

I've only been here for three months.

They did have a modern art show once.

How can I find Mr. Remington?

John?

John, Mr. Harry Sumner.

Mr. Sumner is wondering where to find Mr. Remington.

Is Mr. Remington expecting you, sir?

You could tell him I'm a good friend of Sergio's.

See if that rings a bell.

Just give me one moment.

You son of a bitch.

Mr. Remington?

Mr. Sumner is here to see you.

Oh, Mr. Sumner.

Pleasure to meet you.

Hello.

So how would I know this friend of yours?

Well, it's my understanding he worked for you.

Providing certain goods you in turn sell at auction at your hotel.

Auction?

This is a luxury hotel casino.

The only auction we had here was five years ago, and

that was to raise money for the local school district.

How long have you known this Sergio?

I've known Sergio a long time.

Well, I'm sorry.

I don't know what to tell you.

And I do have a conference call coming up, so if you'll excuse me.

Okay.

Well, it's a bummer.

I was hoping to find some good deals by going wholesale.

You know?

Maybe I'll save my money for fish and chips.

Harry, I need you to stop whatever you're doing.

You need to step aside before you break any more laws or get yourself hurt.

You're not a detective, Harry.

Let me do my job.

I sent the paperwork over to Las Vegas to

see if it's good enough to get us a warrant.

Do not come to the casino.

Cuts not here.

How could you know that?

Anybody would get attention around here.

And if the cops come and put on a dogging face... Pony show.

Cots could vanish.

I just need more time.

Did you find Sergio?

He's at the hospital.

Guess why.

I need you to do something for me.

What is it?

So, why is this coach so involved?

Well, he obviously cares about your daughter.

But why?

It's weird, isn't it?

I think he wants to bring your kid home.

She's nothing to him.

I think it's weird that an older man is so concerned with a young girl.

Creepy.

Harry's daughter was murdered four years ago.

Some scumbag took her out on a date.

Drugged her.

Raped her.

Strangled her.

Left her to die in a ditch.

I think he's trying to keep that from happening to Katya.

Where's her father, anyway?

He left.

The moment I got pregnant.

Fucking men.

I rarely, if ever, see the reverse happen.

Where a mother dumps her kids off and runs away.

I mean, if she's a meth head or a crack head, it does happen.

But very rare.

You okay?

What happens at these auctions?

They sell the girls off to the highest bidder.

Are you serious?

Sadly, yes.

What happens to them?

I don't think we should talk about that right now.

I need to focus on it.

Las Vegas Metro Police Department.

How can I help you?

This is LAPD Detective Chuck Monahan.

Badge number 1015.

I need to speak to your human trafficking task force.

It's an emergency.

That is plates.

Clean.

What about his credit?

Clean.

That's him.

Hey, man.

Yo, uh, Rich.

What's up, bro?

You, uh, you left me like five messages, man.

Where have you been?

You need to answer the phone when I call you.

I was, uh, I was training for this, this 10 miler, bro.

And, uh, I was just running down this hill and some dog ran in front of me.

And, uh, it felt pretty bad, man.

But, but I'm good.

I think I can still run it in like two months or so.

Did you send us a guy named Harry to the casino?

Yeah, Harry.

Yeah, sure.

Why the fuck did he tell him about the auction?

Yo.

Hey, man.

Harry's got dough.

And, like, uh, I thought it was gonna be like a referral.

And, uh, and, and, you know, maybe I could get some of the commish, right?

We don't work like that.

When have we done something like that?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

What if he was a cop?

Harry a cop?

Nah, yo.

Harry's cool.

Sergio.

Dale Remington.

Uh-huh.

Uh, Mr. Remington, how are you?

How do you know this man?

Harry?

Um, he, he buys girls down in Dubai.

He's just looking for some American chicks.

So he buys for someone else?

Yeah, um, I actually, uh, I, I...

Johnny introduced me to him.

Yeah, Johnny.

Um, yeah, they, they work together, man.

They, they go way back, yo.

Yeah, all right.

Don't ever do this again, Sergio.

Don't ever make a move without calling us first.

You know we have to better buy us.

Yeah, you know, yo, I, I was just thinking, like, uh... That's your problem.

Don't think, Sergio.

Just do it.

Not bad.

Yo, I'm gonna get, like, immunity for this, right?

And, uh, I'm gonna need, I'm gonna need, like, protection, man.

Because, yo, Mr. Remington and, and, and Rich, they know everybody inside.

And, like, hey, man, I could end up dead in the shower.

You, you know how it goes.

See what we can do.

Don't forget about me.

Shit, you get to hear his story.

What about mine?

I got my arms broken.

My fingers.

Took you long enough.

Come on.

You need to let this one go, Dale.

We're good for tonight.

Plenty of fuckable girls.

Nobody cares about how hot the girls are anymore.

This is a global economy.

It needs affordable labor to survive.

We gotta move away from brides.

Start thinking wholesale.

So what do we do now?

Oh, I got a few ideas.

Mr. Sumner!

Rich Barker.

Personal assistant to Mr. Remington.

Mr. Mitchell.

Mr. Remington would like to know if you can join him for dinner at 6 p.m.

tonight.

I've upgraded your accommodations.

You are now in suite 44.

3901.

Good luck.

Thanks, Rich.

So how'd you meet this Tom guy, anyway?

The question is, why do I keep doing this?

Doing what?

Trying to find a father figure for Katya.

She's so difficult.

We're gonna find her.

What is he trying to do?

Harry?

Probably something really stupid.

Mr. Sumner.

Mr. Remington.

Please.

Thank you.

I'd like to apologize for the miscommunication earlier.

I had to verify it.

Of course.

I talked to Sergio.

He explained everything.

Did he tell you that I tried to buy directly from him?

Why didn't you?

I said no.

And loyalty comes before profits.

Do you know where she is, Harry?

But yet I need more time.

Harry, this is Las Vegas Metro Police Chief Linda Michaels.

I know you're knee deep in this, but at this moment we need to take over.

Listen, I need you to quietly leave the hotel and meet my men across the street.

We will debrief you as soon as you get here.

I'm not doing that.

What?

Chief Michaels, I won't miss this auction.

You will not miss it.

One of my men will double for you at the auction.

That's why we need you here as soon as possible.

No.

It's got to be me.

Detective, you have no jurisdiction here.

I personally sat across from Remington.

I've talked to Rich.

They know my face.

They know my voice.

Chuck, will you take me off this stupid speakerphone?

No.

I understand your concerns here, but we need to take over from here on.

Chuck, take me off the speakerphone.

I'm hanging up.

Harry, you need to listen to her.

It's their operation now.

Is anyone listening?

No.

It was them, Chuck.

What?

Johnny McCoy was not dating Ginny.

McCoy?

He was just a recruiter for Remington, like Sergio.

Holy shit.

I'm going to kill them.

Harry.

I'm going to kill Remington and I'm going to kill Rich.

And I don't care if I spend the rest of my life in prison.

Make sure you put me next to good old Johnny when you take me in.

Harry.

Harry!

Yeah?

Think of Katya.

Where is she?

This fucking house.

Fucking guy.

Who is this asshole?

Coach Sumner?

I mean, Harry Sumner?

We call him Coach.

What is his rank?

His rank?

Excuse me, ma'am, but you need to step outside.

You can't keep... He's trying to find my daughter and you're worried about his rank?

If you can't do anything to find her, then get the hell out of his way.

Jane.

I understand how you feel.

And I promise I'll do anything I can to get your daughter back.

But I need you to please step outside.

I'm going to take her to get some food.

I'll be right back.

If I hear from Harry, I'll let you know.

I'm not going to sit around and wait for you.

Give me five minutes.

Good evening, sir.

May I swipe your card, please?

Fifth floor, suite five.

The room will be unlocked for you.

But if you choose to exit, there's no reentry.

Thank you, sir.

Baby, I will make you my friend.

Athens will love you.

She's going to be mine.

That's right.

The fucking Greek is going to take her back to Athens.

Motherfucker.

Come on.

Let's see how much you have.

Come on, come on, come on.

Age.

Theme.

Vita.

Vintage.

Aston.

Vintage house.

Aston 22.

What's going on, Harry?

You need to find an old Aston Martin parked in the casino lot.

Are you at the auction?

It's not what you think.

It's just on the TV screen.

Katja's not here.

There's nobody here.

I'm all alone in a room without any windows.

I don't know if everyone's in different places or if they're on the same floor.

Katja listed as Sonya in the auction.

And this bastard keeps outbidding me every time.

What do you mean, bidding, Harry?

What are you doing?

What am I supposed to do?

What are you doing for money?

Just find an old Aston Martin in the parking lot.

Or call the front desk and tell them it's being towed.

I need this prick out of here.

I need it now.

What color is the car?

I don't know.

I just know it's vintage.

It should be easy to spot.

Let me get back to you.

Anything?

No, I'm looking, but I don't see any classics at all.

Mostly sports cars.

Do they have an underground parking garage?

No.

This is their only parking structure.

You said an Aston Martin, right?

A classic.

Nope.

Nothing.

As a matter of fact, there's only one Aston Martin in the entire structure.

But it's new.

It's a 22 Vantage.

What did you say?

Aston Martin Vantage.

He said vintage.

But he meant maybe vantage.

Bet that's your car.

Speak!

Mr. Young, this is Dale Remington.

I just got a phone call from the Las Vegas Police Department informing me that your

car is about to be impounded from the hotel parking lot over a warrant.

A warrant?

That makes no sense.

Well, I need you to take care of this immediately.

As you can understand, we cannot afford any risks.

Can you tell them to wait, fucker?

No, I don't have them on the phone at the moment.

I just got a phone call from the front desk.

We will see you in four weeks, sir.

Motherfucker!

Fuck!

Malacca!

Fuck!

You can have it, bitch!

Guns!

Thanks, Chuck.

Where is she?

Where is she?

You're up in the auction.

Sumner, where is she?

Mr. Sumner, I'm sorry you didn't win your first auction,

but what you're doing is completely inappropriate, sir!

I think it's not inappropriate to cocksuckers!

I don't know who she is!

I need a stop number!

Rich takes care of all deliveries!

Why are you doing this?

I'm just the messenger, Dale.

It's your boy Johnny sent me.

I don't know what the hell you're talking about!

You abandoned him in jail four years ago.

You remember?

I paid that goddamn son of a bitch off!

Apparently not enough.

He's got bigger friends than you now.

He sold you out to my boss, and my boss sold you out to me.

Fuck!

You tell that Johnny!

He's dead!

He won't last a day out there without my protection!

Hasta la vista, Vegas.

Las Vegas airport, hangar 12.

674 Skylight Lane.

Got it.

I'll meet you there.

Okay, people.

Las Vegas airport.

No private planes take off until I clear it.

No cars, trucks leave the airport until I clear it.

We got one shot at this.

Let's go, let's go!

What's up?

I was not expecting this.

What?

I'm here to get Sonya.

Who?

Sonya.

Stop 9-10.

Plan's changed.

I'm here... Hey, hey, you can't just come in here, man.

Like, get the fuck out of here!

Who the fuck is this?

I don't know.

What the hell time is it?

The fuck is wrong with you old man?

1.30 a.m.

1.30?

You're supposed to drop this girl that fires half an hour ago.

What girl?

9-10.

Sonya.

Look, he called you twice, numbnuts.

You only had one job.

Or was the fight so good?

No, I... I wasn't...

Alright, I was watching the fight, but I haven't gotten a call or a text all day.

Did he call you?

No.

I've had this phone on me since this morning.

I even printed up the schedule.

I've got all the names here.

So what happened?

This is what happened.

This shit.

That's what happened.

Just bring her here so I can leave.

I don't know who you are.

I'm the guy they hired to fix your fuck up.

If you have an issue with that, talk to Dale Remington in the morning.

I'm just gonna call Rich.

Nah, I'll call him.

You go get her.

Go on, I'll follow you so you don't get lost.

What'd you say?

If this girl isn't across town in 20 minutes, we'll

lose $200,000 and I'll make sure Dale knows who and why.

Do it.

Just take him in.

Do it.

Better call the gym, man.

Which one?

Is that her?

You.

Come over here.

This is it.

910.

Yeah, that's her.

This is it.

Who?

Yeah.

Wait, come on.

Just, do you know him?

What's going on?

Come with me.

Just come.

Thank you.

What's going on?

Was this you?

No.

Was this you, motherfucker?

What's going on?

Why did you do this?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Come on, everybody.

Everyone, come on.

Hey, you said one girl.

Class changed.

It's all of them now.

What do you mean it's all of them now?

Didn't you get my text?

No, I didn't get your text.

In fact, who the fuck would give you my number, man?

You guys need a text.

Roy was detained.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the fuck is going on here?

This guy, he just shows up out of the fucking ether.

He tells me Dale changed the plans.

Get him the fuck out of here.

I had a list.

Come here.

You're supposed to get these girls boarded on a plane immediately.

Hold on.

Remington okayed it.

He wanted to make sure the pictures matched.

I mean, you know, so just so you can be sure.

Not answering.

Yeah, he's probably not going to.

Yeah, why not?

Well, I guess it's just shit like this happens all the time.

He's detained by the police.

Sorry.

What?

Yeah, yeah, your guy Johnny, he fucked all y'all.

Johnny fucked us?

Yeah.

Turned you into the FBI.

In fact, they're waiting for you right now at the casino.

Sergio.

He's also in custody.

This was all Johnny's idea.

Johnny sold us to the FBI.

Shit, that's a fucking crazy story, man.

I've known Johnny most of my life.

He's had a million chances to fuck me over, yet he never did.

You know what they say.

Do you know why he's in prison?

Yeah.

Because he raped and murdered a girl.

He didn't do shit.

What?

He fucked her.

He brought her to me.

She woke up too early.

Started a fucking riot, so I had to pull over and squeeze her throat.

Johnny took the whole hit for me.

Don't you watch the news, Mr. Sumner?

You killed her.

I know you.

I've seen your picture.

You're the dad.

I understand this.

My daughter wakes up tied up in the back of a van.

And because she loses it and gets a little upset, you kill her back.

What?

Because of that?

Who did she scream?

Was she afraid?

Was she in fear for her life?

Does any of this sound irrational to you?

Harry.

Don't do it.

Harry.

What?

Thanks to this, we found several girls.

Great job.

Very ballsy.

We got a problem, though.

No Dale Remington anywhere.

Check the trunk of my car.

What?

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

You're so brave.

I'll meet your mom now.

Way to go.

Holy shit.

I'm guessing you're Dale Remington.

Nice move.

All right, Max, get out.

He

just round-a-rousied his butt.

Why don't you act like you've won before?

Nice move.

Way to go, Chet.

Hey, Harry.

What's the news?

Spill it.

It's Johnny McCoy.

He didn't get out, did he?

Yeah.

Killed in his cell last night.

Word is, Dale Remington had a contract out on Johnny.

That's one less thing for me to think about.

That guy's been living rent-free in my head for far too long.

Yeah.

Hey, uh, might be too soon, but if you're not busy, I've got a tough case down at

the office, and I wouldn't mind running some thoughts by you.

Maybe tomorrow?

Maybe.

He's got good instincts.

It's good to see you, Harry.