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[eerie music playing]

-[heavy breathing] -[man shouting distantly]

[eerie music continues]

[man 1] Fuck. Fuck.

-[man 2] What is it? -[man 1] Look at this.

[man 2] Oh, shit!

[man 1] Fuck, you got any bandages?

[man 2] Uh, I don't know. Try under the seat.

[man 1] It stings.

-[man 2] What, the cat get you? -[man 1] Yeah.

I was trying to move the little bastard. Scratched the shit out of me.

[man 2] Yeah, I threw it out the front door and he ran off.

[man 1] Good, I hope the coyotes get him.

Any rubbing alcohol?

[man 2] Yeah, yeah, that's it there.

[man 1] Thank God.

[grunting]

[man 2] You gotta be careful. Keep an eye on that. Cat scratch fever's no joke.

[man 1] Ah! Motherfucker!

[captive man screaming]

-He's up. -What?

Oh, dude, I told you we didn't give him enough.

[man 1] Whatever. We're almost there anyway.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where are you going?

[man 2] You said turn left at Cedar Lane.

-[man 1] No, I didn't! -[man 2] Yes, you did!

Look, it doesn't matter. It's the same direction anyway.

[grunting]

Hey! Knock that off!

Dude, do you mind? I'm a little busy up here.

[captive man grunting loudly]

Just get him.

-[loud crash] -[captive man yelps]

[tense music playing]

-[man 1] I'll get the shovels. -[man 2] Go ahead.

[van doors close]

[panting]

-[muffled screams] -[man 2] You fucking serious?

This, I don't have need. Come here. Hey!

Make this easy on all of us, will you?

Put those shovels down and help me get him out of here.

Useless fucking...

[screaming]

Motherfucker, get over here!

Fucking son of a bitch, come here!

Motherfucker!

-Fuck, man. -Son of a...

Here, put the fucking shovels down, get his body.

-I'll get his legs. -Take this. Fuck.

-One, two, three. Go. -Will you fucking move?

-He's fucking heavy. -Wait, wait, wait. Shit!

-What is that? Did you see that? -What, am I blind?

-Go, go, go, go. -Let's go. Put him back.

Fuck. Who the fuck is that?

-Come on... -Get in there!

-Go, go! -Fuck, man.

Get the fuck in there.

-Close it. -Shut up.

Your mask!

Fuck! Shit.

Fuck.

Shit.

[groans]

Shut the fuck up.

Shut the fuck up!

[captive man screams]

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

You stop and I stop. You stop, I stop.

Shut the fuck up.

[groans]

Come on now.

Hey!

-Hey. -Hey, do you--

Do you know when they close the gate over there?

[woman] Sorry?

Uh, the entrance.

Yeah, we leave it open in the offseason.

Okay, we're just having a little car trouble.

[woman] Okay.

Fucking hell.

[groaning]

Yeah, hey, it's Phil. Uh...

No, that's why I'm calling. I can't-- There's someone here.

It's like a ranger or something.

Or wait, hold on.

Okay, someone's picking her up. I don't know. Um...

-No, we can't. -[breathing heavily]

No, we can't use it anymore because she saw the fucking van.

She saw the-- She saw the plate, she saw my face.

[panting]

No, because I didn't...

I didn't want to look suspicious so I took it off.

-Who are you talking to? -Who do you think?

-What does he want us to do? -Will you give me a second?

-[loud thud] -All right.

Uh, no, sorry, that was Steve.

Shit, um...

Okay. Uh...

No, no, no.

No, yeah, Ronnie got the kid. There's no issue there.

But where do we take him?

[suspenseful music playing]

Hey, you want me to rip your balls off this?

[loud clang]

Uh, maybe by the lake?

Okay, I'll call you after.

Um, all right. Okay. Bye.

What the fuck?

[Steve] This fucking guy won't quit.

-[man] Where the fuck is my son? -Oh, my gosh.

-You bastard! -What did he say?

He said we have to take him somewhere else.

Fine, let's get the fuck out of here.

-I know some spots. -What, by the cliff?

-[grunts] -Hey.

Hey, what did I say?

Don't make me come back there.

[Phil] Fucking...

Shit, I think she's here to call the cops.

-Do fucking something! -[loud banging]

[muttering]

Hey, what's going on in there?

[man moaning]

What-- What's that?

What's going on?

[breathing heavily]

Oh, yeah.

We hit a deer on the way over,

and I think it kind of fucked up the engine a little bit.

[hyperventilating]

You want us to call AAA?

No, that's okay.

I mean, I think it's kind of calming down.

Should be enough to get home. Thanks, though.

[moaning]

All right.

Good luck.

Thanks.

-Come on, let's go. -What'd you do?

[Steve] Fucking taped a bag over his head.

[Phil] You're gonna clean up all that fucking blood.

Yeah, obviously.

Fuck you.

[breathing heavily]

[dramatic music playing]

[jingling]

[sniffles]

[tense music playing]

[Phil] What are you going to do? Wanna take him to the marina?

[Steve] The marina?

-[Phil] What? -[Steve] Way too many people.

[thudding]

No, man, it's offseason. There's no one up there.

[Steve] No, no, no.

[loud crash]

Damn, take it easy.

Well, what? You got a better spot?

Uh, yeah. Why not the pit?

[Phil] What pit? Which pit?

[Steve] The pit by Coyote Alley.

[Phil] Yeah, all right.

-What are you doing? You're not gonna fill it? -No, one's all I need.

What? What the fuck are you talking about?

[muttering indistinctly]

[Steve] It's, you know, like I got one shot, one chance.

It helps me focus, all right? It's worked so far.

Hey, assholes, take this off of me.

That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.

[muffled] Take this thing off of me.

-What is he saying? -Who cares?

[stomach gurgling]

[Phil] Was that your stomach?

Yeah, man, I'm fucking starving.

Did you not eat before you came?

-[Steve] I forgot. -[Phil] Dude, I told you.

[Steve] Can we just pull over and get some chips or something?

-[Phil] No. -You're both fucking dead!

[Steve] I will get carsick if I don't have anything in my stomach.

[Phil] That's not my fault. You should have eaten before you came.

Fuck. Look, there's a diner by the pit.

We can go there afterward.

Just you wait once my brother finds out.

You're so fucking dead.

He's gonna rip your fucking balls off.

All right, we got it.

[Steve] If I let you talk for a second,

will you shut the fuck up?

-What are you doing? -What? Who's he gonna tell?

-No one's gonna... -[Phil] What? Don't--

Where's my son?

-You got a kid? -Where is he?!

Hey, relax!

If I find out you touched one hair on his head...

What, what, what? What are you gonna do?

You have no idea how fucked you both are.

[laughs] Oh, yeah?

You have any idea who my brother is, huh? Huh?

Brother? No, should I?

You can still turn this around.

Stop the car, take me home,

and have Jack waiting for me, okay?

I will keep my mouth shut.

I swear to God Bruce never finds out.

Huh? What is he, a cop?

Bruce O'Reilly.

-[Steve] Who? -[Phil laughs]

He loves Jack like a son.

Once he finds out, no one is off limits.

You understand that? He is relentless.

Yeah, you know what? I'm not too worried about it.

-[Steve] No, me neither. -Do you understand?

You both are fucking dead! Huh?

I think we're gonna be okay.

Hey, look, look. Hey, look. Don't worry about it.

Ray Ray's really good with kids.

You motherfucker! Fuck you!

-I swear to God... -Get the fuck back!

[all shouting]

Oh, my...

-[man groaning] -Shit!

[Steve] Fuck you!

[loud crack]

[Phil] Steve, you got him?

-[Steve] Fuck you! -You got him?

-[Steve] Yeah. -[muffled screams]

-Fuck! -[weapon clatters]

[Phil] What the--

[Steve] I threw blankets on him. He's fine.

Blankets? Shit.

-What an asshole. -Yeah.

[van rattling]

[man grunting]

Pull him up. Fucking pull him up!

-Son of a... -Come on!

Get the fuck up!

Look, just shoot him, we'll kick him off.

-Shit. -What?

-I left my gun on the dash. -Are you fucking kidding me?

All right, well, hurry up! Just go get it!

Fuck! Ah! Shit!

[gunshots]

Shit!

-Did you get him? -Yeah, yeah.

Is that him?

I don't know.

Wait, look at that.

[Steve] That's gotta be his blood.

I mean, do you see him down there?

I mean... I don't think it really matters.

-What? How so? -You shot him.

He's rolling down the hill, he's hitting trees and rocks.

Ain't anybody surviving that.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah. What?

I mean, did you see where I got him?

No, I was getting my gun.

Did you not get him?

No, I mean, I'm pretty...

-I'm pretty sure I got... -You're pretty sure?

Yeah, I'm pretty sure I got him.

How did you miss him? He was right in front of you.

It was fucking-- It all happened so fast.

Look, if your gun was in the fucking car--

Oh, so it's my fault that you can't shoot for shit?

Yes! Yes, it's your...

If you hadn't forgotten it, you could have popped him in the back when he lunged at me.

Jesus.

I mean, do you...

Should we go down and look for him?

No, and break my fucking neck? No, thank you.

Well, what do you want to do?

The way I see it, it doesn't matter.

-There's no way he's surviving that. -You think?

Yeah, man. He's bound up.

He'll hit us some shit and maybe just bleed out.

Yeah, well, I mean, that's true.

Or die of dehydration in a couple days.

Or a coyote gets him.

Yeah, man. And look, it doesn't matter.

-You fucking got him. -Yeah.

-You got him. -Yeah.

All right, come on, man. Let's go hit that diner.

-Yeah. -Call Marco after we eat.

Give him some suspense.

Fuck.

I mean, I must have-- I must have got him.

-You got him. -Yeah, I got him.

I got him. All right, I'm driving.

[van door opens and closes]

[engine starts]

[insects chirruping]

[gasping]

[coughs]

[groans]

[grunting]

[panting]

[grunting and panting]

-[tape rips] -[yells]

[breathing heavily]

[groans]

[yelling]

[gasps]

[retching]

[spits]

[coughing]

[panting]

[eerie music playing]

[breathing heavily]

[driver] Where are you headed?

Back into town.

Why don't you hop on in?

Okay. Thanks.

[grunts]

[eerie music continues]

[truck rumbling]

Name's Chuck.

Dean.

Can I use your phone?

I don't got one.

You have anything to drink?

No, thanks.

Is there water in there?

There is.

You ever heard of asking?

Can I have some of this water?

"Please"?

Please.

Yeah, there's a little bit left.

This one...

is my happy juice.

[liquid pouring]

And it ain't for sharing.

[coughs]

[gasps]

[sighs]

[cup clatters]

So how does he look?

-Excuse me? -The other dude.

The dude that kicked your ass. How does he look?

Oh, uh, yeah.

Man, I can't remember the last time

I took a punch to the face like that.

It's not so bad.

Yeah, well, don't get me wrong.

[chuckles]

Man, anybody fucks with me like that...

Comes down to it,

I do know how to make them squeal.

[chuckles]

Yeah, I bet.

[squeals]

[laughs]

I'm just fucking with you, man.

Whoo!

Oh, man.

So, uh, you got a woman or anything, Dean?

Yeah, I'm married.

That's too bad.

What do you mean?

Shit, I don't know. A handsome fella like you?

Probably get any pussy you want, I imagine.

Yeah, I don't know about that.

All right, brother, come on now, don't be...

all modest on me here.

Yeah, I guess.

[clears throat]

[radio crackling]

Son of a bitch.

-[fist thudding] -Goddamn.

Piece of shit.

It always does that.

[sighs]

What's your wife's name?

Darla.

Double D, Darla, huh?

Doesn't this head south?

Hey, where are you going?

Just gotta make a little stop over by the 81.

81?

You said you'd take me back into town.

And I will.

Just got a little business I need to take care of first.

If you don't mind.

Now?

It's the middle of the night.

Hey! This is gonna take us like an hour out of the way!

[crunching]

[tires squeal]

What the fuck you doing, son?

[Chuck panting]

Get out!

No. No, please.

Get the fuck out of my truck.

Please, wait, please, please.

-You don't understand. -Before I start swinging.

-Just please, please! No! -Five, four,

-Just one second. -...three...

My son is missing! My son is missing!

Please!

Your son?

What do you mean, he's missing?

He was in his bedroom when I was taken away.

And I-I-I don't know what's happened to him.

I need to just make sure that he's okay, please.

Taken away?

I guess, uh,

all of this has something to do with that, huh?

Well, I figured that you got in a bar fight

back in El Campo or something.

You ain't shitting me, are you?

No, no. Look, I swear to God.

You ain't shitting me.

Thank you.

[insects chirruping]

Hey, man, sorry about that.

It's fine.

You just ought not be messing

with a man's truck like that, you know?

I just don't like people messing with my shit, that's all.

[sighs]

So, uh...

So you got yourself a little boy, huh?

Jack.

All right.

Well, how old is he?

He's just turned nine.

Oh, yeah, that's a fun age.

So, what, does he look more like you or...

Double D?

I think he looks more like me.

But everyone says he looks like Bruce.

Like what?

Sorry, my brother.

Well? Does he?

-Does he what? -Does he look like Bruce?

No, I don't see it.

Hmm.

He's way smarter than I was at his age.

-He's already reading novels. -Is that so, huh?

He makes me act out the voices every night with him before bed.

[chuckles]

Well, that must be irritating as fuck.

It's my favorite part of the day.

[sighs]

How much longer, you think?

Not much longer.

Son of a Christ.

[blares horn]

-Did you see that? -Yeah.

They were going a little fast.

A little?

[engine revving]

What are you doing?

Goddamn Yankees think they own the road around here.

Hey. Hey, it's okay. They're too far ahead.

Yeah, well, not for long.

You're gonna blind them.

They'd better hope that's all I do to their Yankee asses.

What do you mean?

Hey. Hey, let me out here.

[blaring horn]

How do you like that, motherfucker?!

Chuck...

-Chuck, hey, drop me off here. -Whoo-hoo!

Hey, just drop me off here.

[laughs]

Chuck, hey, drop me off here, okay?

No more stops, Dean.

Hey, just let me out!

[tense music playing]

Chuck.

-[loud thud] -[horn honking sustained]

[wheels crunch gravel]

[dramatic music playing]

[monitor beeping]

-[loud thud] -[horn blaring sustained]

[door sensors chiming]

[breathing heavily]

[Steve] You got any Pepto?

[Phil] Man, I told you, you shouldn't have gotten that pie.

[Steve] Yeah, well, it was half off.

[Phil] You knew what was half...

It was half off because it was sitting out all day.

[Steve] Yeah, so?

[Phil] So, if you don't buy that pie,

you know where it goes?

Straight in the trash can.

[Steve] Okay, what's your point?

[Phil] My point is, if you eat garbage pie,

you're gonna feel like shit.

You know, that coffee's not good for you, either.

[Steve] I'm tired.

[car alarm beeps]

What the fuck?

What?

You didn't lock your door?

-So? -[laughs]

Did you leave something in the fucking glove box, too?

Oh, shit.

Yeah, exactly.

Look, man, I'll let it slide this time

because you're hungry and tired,

but you gotta really, really, really start

keeping the peace on you all the time.

[loud thudding]

[loud thudding continues]

[yawns]

Oh, come on, man.

-Are you serious? -What?

You're not gonna buy a necklace online

without actually holding it in your hand, are you?

-They got good prices. -Dude.

The amount of times that shit gets damaged in shipping,

I mean, the package company doesn't care.

What's the return policy on it?

-I don't know. -What?

Don't...

Don't do that, man.

If you're gonna spend that kind of money,

you really need to cover yourself,

just in case they fuck it up.

[sighs]

What's it for?

My daughter's birthday.

Oh, yeah?

What number?

Sixteen.

Really?

Wow.

That's cool, man. Congratulations.

-[loud thudding] -Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

-Get that, get that! -Oh, shit. Okay!

-Oh, my God! -Where'd it go?

Dude, down there! It's gonna stain!

-I can't see! -Pick it up!

-Fine! -Clean it! Oh, my...

-What are you doing? -You said get it!

You stupid fuck!

There's like 30 moving blankets back there!

You grab one of those. Use my mask? Are you kidding?

Fuck, dude!

[sighs]

Fuck!

I told you you didn't need that coffee.

Yeah, whatever, man.

I... I shouldn't have called you stupid, man, all right?

-It's fine. -I...

I'm trying to... I'm trying to say I'm sorry.

Yeah, just forget about it.

-Dude, what is with you? -I'm gassed, man.

We should have just shot that dude in his house,

and then it all would have been done with.

No! Dude, are you serious?

Do you have any idea how hard it is

to get every little bit of DNA out of the mattress,

out of the carpet, out of the fucking walls?

No way.

This is way better.

Mother Nature does all the cleanup.

-Trust me, man. -Whatever.

[sighs]

-It's a long light. -[Steve] Why don't you just go?

-Because it's red. -No one's coming for miles.

I... I don't run red lights, man.

What the fuck? What the fuck?

[van horn blares]

Put it in park.

-Put it in park! -Okay! Okay, okay.

Come on, come on. Let's go. Very slowly.

All right, all right, all right.

[Dean] Put your foot on the brake.

I can't reach it.

Push him off the wheel! Push him off the wheel!

[grunts]

[brakes squeal]

Okay, okay, okay.

Where is he?

I don't know. I don't know. I swear to God.

Where is he?!

Oh, man. I got a wife and a kid.

So do I.

But that didn't stop you, huh?

Look, Raymond, we were supposed to take him somewhere he knew.

All right? We were gentle with the kid.

We were gentle with the kid.

-Who has him now? -I don't know. I don't know.

-I swear to God, I don't know. -Who gave you the contract?

Give me a name, or you end up like him!

[whimpers] You don't understand.

If I rat...

Last chance.

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

-[screams] -[loud thudding]

[screams]

[Dean grunting]

[dramatic music playing]

[phone line rings]

-Bruce? -[man on phone] Bruce?

You got the wrong number.

Uh, sorry.

[phone line rings]

[woman on phone] I told you, I'm on the DNC list.

-Why do you people keep call--? -[disconnects call]

[sighs]

[automated voice] You've reached the law offices

of Pennington, Garret, and Bracewell.

If you are currently in police custody--

-[disconnects calls] -Fuck!

[starts engine]

[van rumbling]

[door creaking]

[door slams]

Is that you, Tony?

Tony!

[Tony] You say something, boss?

What are you doing back there?

[Tony] Nothing.

Didn't I tell you not to mess with the inventory?

[Tony] I wasn't.

-[cell phone vibrates] -Huh.

Enough.

Wait, wait.

Dimitry.

Oh, no, no, no.

It is five points against the principal.

Who told you that?

Well, they're wrong.

It's always been five.

Whatever. Okay, I gotta go.

Uh, call me tomorrow.

Have you heard from Phil or Steve at all today?

-Not since this afternoon. -Huh.

They were supposed to be done with that O'Reilly job a while back,

and I haven't been able to get in touch with either of them.

Maybe their phones died.

Both of them?

What's with you?

-Nothing. -What nothing?

You're doing a half cha-cha while you're standing there. What's going on?

-My IBS is flaring up. -IBS. Okay, just enough.

Go, go.

Use the bathroom on the other side of the building.

Get me some more wine when you come back, too.

[dialing phone]

[phone line ringing]

[Phil's voice] Hey, it's Phil. Don't bullshit me. -[voicemail beeps]

Yeah. You boys are really going for that time and a half, aren't you?

Listen, I was expecting a confirmation

when the final package was delivered,

but I haven't heard from either one of you.

So, please,

hurry up and get back here

so I can go home.

Okay?

Thank you.

[sighs]

[cell phone beeps]

"Long time. It hasn't been easy, but I know that you're the only person I can confide in,

the only person who knows how I truly feel about you and..."

[Phil's voice] Hey, it's Phil. Don't bullshit me.

Motherfucker!

Come on.

[cell phone beeps]

Jesus fucking Christ!

Idiots!

[Marco sighs]

[finger thumping]

[exhales]

[screams]

[whimpering]

[duct tape ripping]

[Dean] You didn't expect to see me, did you?

Phil and Steve aren't coming back.

[breathing heavily]

You know why I'm here, then? Hmm?

You tell me where he is,

I take the knife back, bandage you up,

I'll even give you a head start

before I tell my brother about you.

You do know who my brother is, don't you?

Cool.

You're not gonna scream.

You start screaming, the tape goes back on,

and I'm gonna tape one of your nostrils shut, too.

[grunts]

Where is my son?

I don't know.

You have no idea?

I can't remember.

[screams]

How about now? How about now?

I told you, I can't remember!

I don't know!

Oh, come on, man.

Bruce O'Reilly.

You know what happens when he finds out

you took his nephew?

Hmm?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Maybe this helps jog your memory.

Hey, hey! No! No!

Shh!

Okay, okay.

[breathing heavily]

Okay.

They told us to drop him off

with some old broad in Lampasses.

That's all I know.

Lampasses.

With who?

All I know is he knew the place.

Was it Brenda Lawrence?

Yes. Yes, it was Brenda. That's it.

Who set it up?

Just some broad.

A woman?

-Who? -I don't know~

She paid in cash.

What did she look like?

-I don't know. I don't know! -Tell me!

She... she had dark hair.

Very long.

Brown eyes.

Did she call you?

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

Sh-Sh-Sh-She came in through Reggie.

She knew Reggie.

Look, it won't be in there.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, look, look.

Please, just... Just take this out, please.

I'll help you look for her.

[no audio]

[gunshot]

[door crashes open]

[Tony] Hey, man, I'm still in here.

-What the fuck? -[heavy thud]

[door creaks]

Motherfucker!

[screaming]

[ominous music playing]

[car door closes]

[car alarm chirps]

[groans]

Soda?

Soda cat?

Soda cat?

Soda cat?

Hey. Hey, Soda?

Suppertime.

[kibble rattles]

[taps bowl]

You fucking bitch.

[lighter scratches]

"Darla...

I don't know where to begin.

You'll never be able to understand why I'm doing this,

and I don't blame you.

But I can't go on living my life with this shame.

A shame that I can't take anymore.

You know how sad I can get.

But I've been hiding the true extent of it to you for so long,

trying to be the man you fell in love with.

The truth is, I have been so depressed

that I can no longer find the joy in the things

that used to make me happy.

Please understand that this isn't anyone's fault.

I just can't live in my skin another day longer.

Tell Jack that I love him

more than anything in this world.

Tell him that I want him to listen to you and his grandma.

And let him know that I'll always be watching.

With love and relief.

Dean."

[dramatic music playing]

[inhales sharply]

[birds tweeting]

[Dean] Come back!

Why are you so fast?

All right. Come on, buddy. Right here. Come on, buddy.

Right here. You got it.

Oh, great throw,

but now you gotta catch me.

Daddy, you stopped there.

[Dean] Oh, no!

Now you're too fast.

Oh, no! You're catching up!

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

-[laughs] -I got you.

[cell phone buzzing]

[Dean] Oh, you been pumping iron or what?

Come on, Daddy. Now you gotta get me.

Here I come.

[sniffles]

[insects chirruping]

Look at you.

[chuckles]

Do you like it?

Do I like it?

[laughs]

You know, I've been thinking about this for a long time.

Me, too.

I was talking about my bath.

Oh, really?

Well, don't let me interrupt.

No, no, don't go.

I almost forgot.

No way. [gasps]

I thought you said it might not be approved for months.

Pays to have friends in high places.

[laughs]

Won't this looks suspicious, though?

Suspicious?

I just made him rich.

Wait, hold on. $2.3 million?

Your mom's estate is worth ten times that.

Ah, they don't know that.

Look, I just wired the money to Dean's account yesterday,

all right?

Plus, I had Radovich

make a few modifications to his will a few months back.

Guess who gets that 2.3 when he never comes home?

[laughs] You're a fucking genius.

[breathing shakily]

[rocks sifting]

Wait here.

Shit.

[panting]

[suspenseful music playing]

[dogs yipping]

[breathing heavily]

[coyotes howling distantly]

[creaking]

[pills rattle]

[door opens]

[Dean sighs]

[door closes]

-[Dean] Hey. -[Darla] Hey.

[Dean sighs]

-[both laugh] -[Dean] What?

What is this? What'd you do?

[Darla] Come on, before it's cold.

-[Darla laughs] -Baby.

Wow.

Hmm.

[gulps and sighs]

Mm-hmm.

[sighs]

Uh, wait, where's Jack?

Oh, in bed.

-Already? -Yeah.

I figured you've been working so hard

and you could use a little break.

That's nice, but you know I cut the trip short

so I could spend some time with him.

Yeah.

But, you know...

It's... It's fine.

-[sighs] -[Darla laughs]

Thank you.

[dramatic music playing]

Oh, thank you.

[sighs]

[sniffles]

[cell phone vibrates]

What the fuck you talking about?

[Darla] Who's that?

It's Brucie.

Oh.

What does he want?

I...

have no idea.

Here.

[inhales sharply]

[Darla] Are you okay, honey?

What? Yeah, no, I'm fine.

[sighs]

Why are you dressed like that?

[Darla] I told you, Jackie and I are going for a drink.

Jackie?

Okay, you look so tired.

Like you had a long trip.

I think you should just try to get some sleep, okay?

[lips kiss]

Okay, don't wait up.

[blows]

[dramatic music playing]

[grunts]

[muffled scream]

[gasps and pants]

Oh...

[breathing heavily]

[keys jiggle]

[van engine turns over]

[man on radio] Spring's just around the corner,

and you know what that means.

[kids] Road trip!

[man] That's right.

So come on down to the Kimmel Brothers Automotive

for our spring sprang sprung sale.

We'll make sure your car or truck is ready to go.

Eight, nine...

two.

[phone line rings]

-[Brenda, on phone] Hello? -Hey, Brenda.

Who is this?

It's Dean.

What number is this?

Yeah, sorry, I had to get a new phone.

Is Jack there?

He is.

I thought you were out of the country.

Uh, well, I was. Um...

I mean, I was supposed to be,

but then my connection flight got canceled,

and I decided to just go home instead of waiting around

at some airport on standby.

Ugh, I saw there was a big storm coming in off the Gulf.

God knows how long you've been waiting there.

I used to hate flying standby,

but you know how cheap George was.

He always had us waiting around to save a few bucks.

But that was George.

He was a penny pincher till the end.

Dean, are you still there?

Uh, yeah.

Uh, sorry, can I talk to Jack?

All right, hold on a second.

Great.

Hey, Brenda, can you not tell Darla

that I called if you talk to her?

No.

I was gonna surprise her with something special tonight.

Oh, okay!

By the way, your friend was very nice.

Who?

Your friend Ronnie that dropped off Jack.

Oh. Yeah.

Oh, here he is.

It's your dad.

[Jack] Hello?

Hey, buddy.

Hi, Daddy.

What are you up to?

Painting Legos.

Oh, yeah?

You build anything cool?

A mansion.

No way.

I'd love to see it when you're done with it.

I caught a fly ball in the air today.

You did?

Just like you showed me.

I knew you could do it.

When are you coming home?

Real soon.

Maybe tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

[Dean] And you know what?

I'm not gonna be doing those long trips for Uncle Bruce anymore.

Really?

That's right.

Is Uncle Bruce going to be mad?

No.

He'll understand.

Hey, listen, do me a favor, okay?

Don't tell your mother I called.

Okay, Daddy.

I love you.

I love you, too.

[alarm beeps]

Two, four, nine, five.

Fuck.

[alarm beeps]

[computerized voice] Police dispatch will be called...

Fuck off!

...in ten, nine,

eight, seven,

six...

-[keypad beeping] -...four,

three, two,

one.

[glass shatters]

[sighs]

[inhales sharply]

[sighs]

[Bruce] I think you need a rematch.

[Darla, laughing] Oh, my gosh!

I don't know.

You hear something?

Probably just the dryer finishing?

You left the dryer running when nobody was home?

So?

So it's a fire hazard.

Okay, I'll be more careful next time.

I gotta make a call quick.

Okay.

-I'll wait here. -Okay.

[broken glass tinkles]

Watch out, there might be some glass on the floor.

[Bruce] Wow.

Mr. O'Reilly?

I love it when you call me that.

Dean always hated our last name.

-What'd I say? -I just don't want to be thinking about him right now.

Oh, shit. I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

All right.

Never again.

Who'd you call?

No one. Don't worry about it.

Was it Marco?

Don't worry about it.

I don't like this, Bruce.

Well, it's a little late for second guesses.

[Darla] I just think we should have heard

something by now. Don't you?

I told you it doesn't always work that way, all right?

Just get that through your head.

Well, I'm telling you that I've got a bad feeling.

Oh, you've got a feeling?

It was always going to feel fucked up, Darla.

I mean, if you don't feel guilty...

Of course, I feel guilty.

I'm just saying that we haven't heard anything

from a single person yet, okay?

Not Marco, not the guys who are supposed to do it.

How many times have you set something like this up?

How many?

None.

Right.

Just need to stop.

Just...

Just stop.

Just trust me.

Trust me. I know what I'm doing.

The less we know, the better, okay?

They weren't going to torture him, right?

You think I wanted my brother to suffer?

Come on.

No.

Come on, you know how much I love you, right?

Right?

We both knew this was going to be tough.

Let's try not to take it out on each other.

Okay?

You're right. I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Oh, I could just...

[laughs]

Babe, you don't need to.

Bruce.

Okay.

[Darla laughs]

[moans softly]

[Darla moaning and laughing]

[Darla giggling]

[labored breathing]

[footsteps]

[menacing music playing]

[lock clicks]

[tense music playing]

[grunting]

[screams]

I didn't want this to be this way, Deano.

[Dean groans]

[gunshot]

[gasps]

Ah!

[body thuds]

[panting]

Deano...

[coughs]

Dean, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

[Bruce gasping]

[screams]

[gasps]

[breathing heavily]

Bruce.

Come on, Bruce.

We'll get help.

[Darla muttering indistinctly]

No, Bruce.

[sobbing] Oh, my God!

Dean, he needs an ambulance.

Dean?

Dean, you've got to help him.

Dean, he's going to die!

Dean!

Dean!

[Darla sobbing]

[ring clatters to floor]

Dean!

[phone line rings]

-[Brenda] Hello? -Brenda, hey.

Tell Jack I'm coming to pick him up.

[mysterious music playing]

[birds tweeting]

[rock music playing]