All language subtitles for guilty.party.s01e03.hdr.2160p.web.h265-ggez

Who did kill Wallace?

Wyatt. Wallace's brother.

They ran guns.

Who the fuck are you?

The other day,

-what you saw...
-I didn't see any...

What you saw, you didn't see.

I want my fish back.

It needs very specific food.

There's an exotic pet store
down on 26th and Cherry.

Ask for Pete.

TONI:
Beth, I gave the story to Tessa.

You're not getting
this fucking story.

TONI:
I just want to get back
with my baby girl,

and Tessa is my best chance.

BETH:
You can't go with Tessa.

She's gonna use you.

TONI:
Laila?

Yo, where is she?

I can get you back to Laila.

I just... I need your story.

(engine revving)

(horn blaring,
tires screeching)

♪ 55, 65, hike ♪

♪ 75, 85, test the mic ♪

♪ 95, Missy wild for the night ♪

♪ 105, I'ma keep
the crowd hyped ♪

-♪ She's a bitch ♪
-♪ When they say my name ♪

♪ Talk mo' junk
but won't look my way ♪

-♪ She's a bitch ♪
-♪ See I got mo' cheese ♪

♪ Back on up
while I roll up my sleeve ♪

♪ She's a ♪

♪ What? What? What? What? ♪

♪ What? What? What? ♪

-♪ What? ♪
-(gunshot)

BETH:
How much time so far?

FIONA:
Uh, 16 minutes.

PIERRE:
But that assumes she got
every green light.

So we're supposed to believe
that Toni drove

from TJ's Sound & Video
to her home in Lakewood,

and murdered her husband,
all in 16 minutes?

I did the drive three times.
It holds up.

Okay, fine. Fine. But what
about the rest of it?

Toni disappears
from the security footage

for exactly 37 minutes.

The prosecution based
their entire case on it.

So she's already eaten up 16.

She has 21 left
to do everything else?

It's not possible.

Actually...

she could have dragged

Wallace's body
out of the house,

stuffed him in the trunk,

driven across town,

dropped him in
the buffalo preserve

and returned to work,

all in 19 minutes,

give or take a few seconds,
all three times I did it.

Which means that she...

Totally could've done it.

Sorry.

Okay, but the facts
don't add up.

There's a-there's
a six-foot fence

around the buffalo preserve.

She can't toss a
190-pound corpse over it.

She's not Thor.

And another weird thing?
Forensics found nothing.

So when did she have time
to clean up the crime scene?

Her trunk?

Every last, nasty bit
of brain matter?

The answer is she didn't.

Because she didn't do it.

Okay, well, then where did
she go for those 37 minutes?

Well, according to her sworn
affidavit she took a break,

walked to a 7-Eleven and...

(slurping)

...drank a Slurpee.

Or maybe she popped out
for a quick murder.

-(laughter)
-AMBER: Ooh.

Fun at work alert.

-I want in.
-Okay,

did anyone see her
at the 7-Eleven?

I mean, they could be
our key witness.

No, the cashier
couldn't remember anything.

And the-the store's security
cameras were broken.

(laughing):
There is no case here.

-Okay, shut up, Pierre.
-Beth, you said

this was a clear-cut case
of injustice,

prejudice and misogyny.

We can't poke holes in
the prosecution's time line,

but we can prove we have
another much better suspect.

And who's that?

It's, uh...

Wyatt Plimpton.

The violent, gunrunning,
drug-addicted brother.

He's a total creep.

Okay, but a brother needs
a really good motive

to kill a brother.

And a wife doesn't?

But-but Wallace was abusive.

Eh, eh, Toni had
the ultimate motive.

-I mean, did he have an alibi?
-Uh, yeah.

According to his
police statement,

Wyatt was at Good Clean Sun
Tanning Salon for two hours,

which the owner,
a Gia Konstantine,

vouched for him,
but who tans for two hours?

So, no motive and an alibi
that held up in court.

It's really thin, Beth.

But it's probably
a bullshit alibi.

Come on. I know you guys are
giving up on Toni, I'm not.

We just need to tease fact
from fiction...

Just tease it out
by end of next week.

Next week?

This could take months
of fieldwork,

dozens of interviews.
I have so many...

-Beth.
-What?

It's the news.
Don't overthink it.

PIERRE (whispers):
Hey, Beth.

I get your good side?

-I'm gonna cut you.
-(Pierre laughs)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(bell jingles)

Hello, Goldilocks.

What are you looking for today?

Oh, gosh, this is embarrassing,

but I'm a total newcomer
to the world of tanning.

Ah, a virgin.

We'll need to start you off
with a solid base.

Oh, okay, that sounds great.

Um, sorry, you are?

Gia. I own this place.

Well, listen, uh, Gia,
how long is the average tan?

About six minutes, give or take.

And what if I wanted to tan
for two hours?

Fine with me.

Just remember
it ain't a Porta Potti.

Okay, listen,
nobody tans for two hours.

People do what they want.

But two hours would kill me.

People kill themselves
all the time.

Okay, so you-you admit it,
it is deadly.

So there's no way
that Wyatt Plimpton

was here tanning for two hours

that night four years ago.

Time for you to go.

Oh, you're trying
to get rid of me?

I'd say that's tantamount
to a confession.

You are wasting my time.

Get the hell out of here!

I'm warning you, okay?

You don't want to be caught
abetting a murderer.

-Okay?
-Wh...?

What does Wyatt have on you,
anyway?

Wh-What's in this place? Guns?

-Is it? I bet it's guns.
-How dare you?

How dare you come into
my business

and accuse me of lying.

-I never called you a liar.
-Yes, you did!

-You just did.
-Not technically.

-No...
-Now, look, sweetheart.

You think I lied to the cops

and put my whole business
and my reputation on the line

for some white trash lowlife,
Wyatt Plimpton?

That's what you think? Well...

-What are you doing?
-Well, go ahead...

-Are you okay?
-...and call me a liar again.

I triple-dog dare you.

So Wyatt really tanned...?

-Go! Get out!
-Ah!

GIA:
You should be ashamed
of yourself.

Oh, I'm keeping this.

(grunts)
Damn it.

-♪ ♪
-(bird cawing)

(softly):
Hey.

-(door opens)
-GUARD: Hi, Tessa.

GUARD 2:
Oh, hey.

-How are you?
-Good.

You look cute with your hair
parted to the left.

Thank you.

Beth!

We meet again.

Look at you. Getting any sleep?

Okay. You have to give it up
now, Tessa.

It's not your story anymore.

-I'm not here for Toni.
-Okay.

How's she doing anyway?
Are you getting anywhere?

-Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, I am.
-Oh.

-Yeah.
-Mm-hmm.

Um, it's, slowly, but it's, uh,

-it's very, very interesting.
-Mm.

-And really, really complex.
-Mm-hmm.

Oh, my God, it's a heaping pile
of horseshit, isn't it?

I knew it.

You did not know it. Shut up.

-She's nuts, isn't she?
-She's not nuts.

Uh-huh. God bless you,
you fucking bitch.

You know, if you hadn't been
such a rat snake,

I would've never stumbled
on Matilda Yunker.

Who? You know what, don't
tell me. I don't want to know.

Nanny.

She killed five kids

and then fed them to a donkey.

This story's so good, it's going
to blow up the Internet.

It is so unbelievably good

that I'm not even pissed off
at you for breaking my award.

That was a low move, by the way,

even for you.

GUARD:
Burgess.

Have fun with your donkey story.

You're jealous.

BETH:
Fuck you.

Fuck you, too.

(buzzer sounds, lock clicks)

Ah. "I am born and then grow
without bound.

I feed on the darkness
inside of hearts."

-Oh, well, hello to you, too.
-(Toni laughing)

It's Naruto: Shippuden.

It's like the sickest anime
of the 21st century.

It's about this little boy

who carries the spirit
of a nine-tailed fox.

I've really been vibing
with that little ninja.

So how's it been going?

Yeah, uh, pretty good.
Uh, pretty good.

Yeah, but...

But, um,

-I've hit a little snag.
-What?

No, did they move Laila
somewhere? You can't find her?

No, no, no, no.

Uh, no, it's-it's Wyatt's alibi.

And it holds up.

So, the-the tanning salon,

and Gia, the owner, who is crazy
and threw a shoe at me,

but, uh, yeah, it holds up, so.

There's no fucking way.
That place?

I swear, it's like a meth lab
or something.

Yeah, no, I-I don't think so.

Eh, you're right.

It's probably some sick shit,
like human organ trafficking.

That shit is crazy.

I saw a documentary of it
once on YouTube...

Hey, hey, hey,
I need you to focus.

-Okay? Okay.
-Oh, okay, okay, okay.

It's a minor setback.

Um... so what's our next move?

Right, well, I-I-I wanted
to ask, just-just to ask,

just to, uh, to cover
all our bases.

Yeah.

Um, those 37 minutes
with the-the Slurpee...

...is there anything at all
that you-you...

What are you trying to say?

Well, just maybe there's
something you don't remember.

How am I supposed to remember
what I don't remember?

Look, I'm just stuck.
I don't know where to go.

You're stuck? I'm in prison.

Yeah, I'm s... I just, I need...

(whispers): I need something
more to work with.

You-you get to one dead end

and then suddenly
I'm a murderer?

No, that's not what I'm saying
at all.

-I'm here for you.
-And Laila.

Yeah, and Laila.
Yeah, of course.

(buzzer sounds, lock clicks)

(sighs)

-TESSA: Hi.
-MATILDA: Oh, my God.

-Where have you been?
-I have been waiting.

MATILDA:
I have so much to tell you.

TONI:
It's Tuna.

-What?
-Tuna.

It's, uh, some guy's name.

Who? Wh-Whose name?

No, I-I dunno.

It's some guy Wally and Wyatt
would talk about.

I think they ran gear for him.

And-and gear is guns?

Shh! I don't know.

See, Wally was tight-lipped
about that.

He said the less I knew
the better.

What, all you know is Tuna?

Okay, I just, I feel like
most people would think to say,

"Huh. Tuna--
that's a weird name. Who is he?"

Well, I didn't, okay?

-Okay.
-Yeah.

(Tessa and Matilda laughing)

Oh, my God.
That is really good stuff.

MATILDA:
The donkey was
in the front yard,

so I just took them
and I smashed them up

-and I cut them into pieces.
-Good, good, good...

BETH:
Okay, cool.

Well, uh, I guess
I'll-I'll just...

-I'll go find Tuna then.
-Yeah, why don't you go do that.

(Tessa and Matilda continue
talking indistinctly)

-(door closes)
-(sighs)

(buzzer sounds, lock clicks)

(Beth sighs)

(buzzer sounds)

Hey there.

You all right?

(sighs)
Well, it depends.

Do you know anybody named Tuna?

Aw. It's so tough loving someone
on the inside.

I mean, I go through the same
roller coaster with my gal.

Oh, no, no, it's not--
We're not romantically involved.

Oh, I don't judge.

-We're all in
the same boat. Right?
-(buzzer sounds)

-Patty, you're up.
-That's me.

Hey... don't give up on her.

Really. She needs you.

And you might be all she's got.

Blondie? With chips.

Actually, um, yeah.

Thanks.

-Hey.
-Hey. Thanks.

(sighs)

-Mm.
-(whispers): What are you doing?

Um, two seconds.
I'm trying to figure out...

Oh...

"Tuna Denver."
Oh, I like tuna casserole.

-Baby... Shut up.
-Are you gonna start cooking?

No.

What? I was working.

Well, I am... freshly showered.

And I have one hour till
I have to go to work.

Guess what I'm thinking.

Yeah.

Okay, wait.

-Okay.
-(laughs)

-Guess what.
-What?

I looked into a vasectomy
reversal today.

(scoffs)
What?

Is this your idea of foreplay?

You want to know what I found?

(sighs)
Let me guess.

A vasectomy reversal is
super easy,

-with no damage
to your fertility.
-Exactly.

Because only women bear
the true burden of procreation.

-W...
-Got it. Nailed it.

Actually, I found out
that my insurance

only covers it till
the end of the month,

but... it's outpatient.

So, you know, I'd be in and out,

like a root canal.

You really want this,
don't you?

It never crosses your mind?

You never, ever,

ever think about us

having a baby?

Look, we chose not to.

It's a perfectly good choice.

We don't need to feel bad
that we made it.

I've been happy.

-I've been happy, too.
-Okay, good.

It's just...

Is this about your mom?

(scoffs)
No. Please.

Because I...

-I think that you would make
a fantastic mother.
-Marco.

I... I just don't want us
to be afraid, that's all.

Well, I'm not afraid. Okay?

Oh, shit.

What?

I can barely keep a fish alive.

What chance does a baby have?

Oh, come on.
W-Where you going?

To get fish food.

Can we just stop getting fish?

Right up here you've got
your surface feeders,

your hatchetfish and gouramis.

And second level we've got
your barbs and your tetras;

the mid-level swimmers.

And the bottom you got
your plecos and your catfish.

So, uh, what kind of beauty
have you got?

Oh, well, my fish is a...
it's a...

(sighs)
It's a red one.

Oh, well, it could be
a ruby red, a red tetra.

-A rummy nose, cherry barb...
-Yeah, it's around this big.

Oh, shit, lady,
are you telling me

you got an Asian arowana?

I-I might have.

WYATT: Yo, Petey,
where you at, playboy?

-Hello?
-Stay right there.

PETE:
Boys. Went through
the last batch already?

WYATT:
You know my girl Lucy's
a straight beast.

PETE:
Well, you're in luck.

-BETH: Seriously? Shit.
-The sheriffs brought in

some fresh roadkill
this afternoon. BRB.

Why don't we catch a movie
tonight instead?

A movie? Man, fuck that noise.

I want to get an early night.
I got a big drop tomorrow,

-all the way out
at Tuna's ranch.
-WYATT: That shit's

your problem, dude,
you know what I'm saying?

I'm trying to go to Donna and
get a deluxe wax job tonight.

-On my dick.
-They don't do fucking strips

-small enough for you, man.
-Oh, shit.

Be right back with you
in a minute, miss.

Miss? There's a pretty blond

in the next aisle
looking for fish food.

Oh. Oh, shit.

Here you go, boys.
Four fresh legs.

Hooves come at no extra charge.

Oh, man, Lucy's about to lose
her goddamn mind on this one.

So, it's, like--
It's like four legs, so...

-But it still costs the same
as one animal, right?
-PETE: Same.

You gotta invite me over,
come see that dragon of yours.

Oh, definitely, dude.
It's on like Donkey Kong.

Nice.

What about Friday?

I got-- I'm doing, like--

I gotta go-- I gotta go to
the grocery and shit on Friday,

so it's not like--
It's kinda like

I got a bunch of stuff, so...

Oh, you need a-a dragon sitter?

WYATT:
Yo, Tugboat!

-I have to check my calendar.
-PETE: Or S-Saturday...

WYATT: Saturday I
got all kinds of stuff going on.

PETE:
Me, too. Me, too. Definitely.

WYATT:
Tugboat!

PETE:
After 5:00 on weekdays or...?

I'm going out of town.
I got all this shit

on Craigslist I got to pick up.

Well, you know,
if you do need a sitter,

I'm fully certified,
I took the course.

I mean, I'm solid.
I'll just leave a leg

for the little--
Yo, let's go, Spanky.

Come on, Spanky and the Brain,
let's move.

("Optimo" by Liquid Liquid
playing)

Yo, dude, be careful
with that shit.

I don't want blood
all over my jacket.

Come on, man,
I'm not trying to walk around

like a fucking maxi pad
with sleeves.

(engine starts)

♪ Took a wrong turn
but I can't breathe ♪

♪ Took a wrong turn but
I can't breathe ♪

♪ Gotta bring it back,
bring it back, bring it back ♪

♪ Tick-a-ling, tick-a-ling,
tick-a-ling ♪

♪ Took another way that
you can get around it ♪

♪ Took another way
that you can get around it ♪

♪ Get behind it, get behind it ♪

(vocalizing)

♪ This side ♪

♪ Goes... ♪

WYATT:
I wouldn't worry about this

cutting into your beauty rest
too much.

What does it matter
how much beauty rest you get?

You're so butt-ugly anyway.

Fucking homeless cowboy.

♪ This side goes. ♪

Christ, dude, that shit
was, like, insane.

Like... I don't got a fucking
drop left in the tank.

You know what I'm saying, my
fucking nuts look like raisins

now, dude. Donna cleaned my
shit, you know what I'm saying?

Yeah.

(van engine starts)

(entry bell jingles)

(Beth sighs)

(man purrs)

(door opens)

-(door closes)
-(man chuckles)

Hi, can I help you?

Hi.

Uh, yeah.
I-I'd like to see Donna.

Oh, Donna.

Um... do you have
an appointment?

No.

I-I'm sorry,

we don't do, uh, walk-ins
after 6:00 p.m., so...

Oh, well, I'm a,
I'm a friend of Wyatt's.

-Um, he-he recommended
that I come.
-Wyatt?

Yeah. Wyatt Plimpton.

I just saw him out front.
Such a funny guy.

-I love that guy.
We go, we go way back.
-Uh-huh.

He'd just be really devastated
if he found out

I couldn't get an appointment
with Donna, you know.

Yeah. Um, sure. Yeah.

-Yeah?
-Yeah. Come on in.

Okay, great.

-Yeah.
-Thank you, though.

Whole bunch, yeah.

Oh, thank you.

Thanks. Oh, wow.

It's so much bigger than
I thought it was gonna be.

Uh, thank you so much
for fitting me in.

I, I know you're super busy.

You-- oh, my God!

Oh, my God.
Are you okay?

Yeah. No, I'm just, uh, sorry.

Who are you?

I'm Donna, silly.

-(Donna laughs)
-Of course.

-(stammers) Your shirt is off.
-Mm-hmm.

That's kind of what
we're all about here.

Oh, right. Of course. Yeah.

No, you just caught me
off guard.

That's okay.
Why don't we just take this

stuffy little turtleneck

-off of you? No?
-Oh, no, no, no.

(laughing nervously):
I'm okay. No, no, no. No.

I'm okay.

So what are you doing
here, then?

I'm-I'm just looking
for something relaxing

and, um, and gentle and...

-non-invasive.
-Okay. Don't worry, baby.

Just... Okay, sit down.
Sit down.

Here? Okay.

I know just the thing.

-Oh. Okay. All right.
-Yeah? All right.

-Awesome.
-Take these off.

That's coming off?
Thank you so much.

(both laugh)

Okay. Yay.

-Yeah.
-Pulling off my sock?

(chuckling)

Okay.

-Yes?
-Okay, relax.

Close your eyes.

(Donna chuckles)

Oh, God! Oh, my God,
that-that's, that's really nice.

That's quite far
into your mouth, isn't it?

Ah...

(gasps, stammers)

Uh, so, Donna,
Wyatt comes here a lot, huh?

-Oh, yeah.
-Yeah?

(laughing):
And...

yeah, so you must, you must
know him pretty well now.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Um...

(whispers):
Did you shower today?

(whispers):
I mean, early this morning.

Okay, yeah. Um, why don't--

why don't we just
move up here, you know?

Uh... you know, actually,

could-could-could
you do this foot?

Yeah.
(clears throat)

(moaning)

(mutters):
That's my favorite.

(both laugh)

So tell me, did you ever meet

Wyatt's brother Wallace at all?

Did you?

I mean, no, not-not really.

I only heard really good things.

I-I just wish I'd had the chance

to, you know,
get to know him better.

Mm-hmm, yeah.

(muffled cry)
Yeah.

-Are you okay?
-I'm fine.

Just, um, lay back, yeah.

Tonight's all about you, so...

Mmm, mmm.

I mean, I did see a photo
of him at Wyatt's place.

God, he was, he was...
he was really hot.

(sobbing):
Yeah.

Oh, hey, hey. Shh.

-(Donna crying)
-Are you okay?

Oh... Oh, Donna. Shh.

It's okay. It's okay.

I loved him.

Wait. Who? Wallace?

Yeah, and he loved me.

He told me so all the time.

He said he was gonna
leave his wife.

Oh, God, no. I'm sorry.

You know, it wasn't just
about sex with Wally.

You know, we talked a lot.

Once for a whole hour.

Have you ever done that?
Talked for an hour?

Not through texts
or snaps or anything.

Yeah, you guys must have had a
really special connection, huh?

-We did.
-Yeah.

You know, the last time
I saw him,

he asked me to do
backing vocals

on his EP, because he wanted
the world to hear me sing.

And then bam!
She killed him.

And there's been no one
to talk to about it.

I mean, what am I gonna say
to my boyfriend?

"Hey, do you remember
that client of mine

"that I used to fuck
all the time?

Well, I loved him,
and now he's dead."

No, no, of course
you can't say that.

But you can talk to me.

No texts or snaps or...
J-Just the real thing.

What about, what about Wyatt?
C-Can you talk to him?

Um...

he doesn't like it
when I talk about Wally.

Oh, he's jealous.

Yeah.

(Donna sighs)

Hey, Donna,

how long can Wyatt go for?

Like, t-two hours?

Two hours?

(laughs loudly)

(snorts)

Oh, you're so sweet,
trying to cheer me up.

Oh, two hours?
Oh, thank you.

No, no, no, no. Thank you.
Thank you.

You want me to lick
your nipples?

Uh, no, no.

But next time for sure.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

-Okay.
-Okay.

(entry bell jingles)

MARCO (over voice mail):
Hey, hon, it's me.

I'm still at work,
but I've been thinking

about our conversation,

and I know if we do this,
try for a baby,

it won't be easy.

But tonight a great snowy owl

flew over my head

and stopped on a spruce branch.

And then that owl and I
stared at each other

-for ten minutes.
-Great.

And I remembered this story.

See, there's this couple
I know,

and all they wanted was
a family.

But every doctor they saw
told them it was impossible.

And so they adopted
a beautiful baby girl,

and life was sweet and happy.

And then, two years later,

once they'd stopped trying,
once they'd stop believing,

they got pregnant
with a miracle baby.

-And that miracle baby...
-And that miracle baby...

-was me.
-was me.

All that to say I, I-I just
don't think we should give up.

Oh, come on.

God is out there, and when
she closes a door,

she opens a window.

Oh, God!

Oh, shit.

Miracles can happen.

Man, thinking about
making a baby with you

is giving me a raging hardon.

So you put on those sexy boots
I like, you hot pagan slut.

-Daddy'll be home soon...
-(turns off)

Fucking hell.

(sniffs, clears throat)

(grunting)