All language subtitles for Small Town Crime 2017.BRRip.XviD.AC3-EVO

South Core Police Department.

- Yes, is Officer Spencer in?
- Who's calling?

- Mike Kendall.
- Hey, Mike.

I'm checking to see if he's received
my application. It's a PIQ for re-entry.

I know this isn't what you want to hear,
but clearing your background...

...is gonna be a real challenge.
The department does not let officers...

...walk right back in
after something like this.

I see. Would you be able
to give any idea how it looks?

The board makes the final decision,
but it's not good.

- Okay. So they'll call me?
- Yeah, Mike, if they're interested.

- Right, if they're interested.
- It'll take a miracle to get you back on here.

- I just wanna be honest.
- Okay. Thank you.

- Okay.
- Goodbye.

Shit.

- Fuck you, Kendall.
- Morning.

Tell me about yourself.

Okay.

What would you like to know?

You can start with why you think
you're the best person for the job.

Well...

...I don't take any shit.

People that work out here
usually have a way with animals.

I can imagine. Hey, buddy.

Ooh, whoa, whoa.

If you were to rate your life success on
a scale of one to ten, what would it be?

Two.

- Police officer, huh?
- Yes, sir.

Is there a reason you're still not a cop?

Yeah.

I think I'd like to hire you.

Really?

I can't say why, but you struck me.

Let's get you signed in.
You can start first thing tomorrow morning.

There's, uh, one other thing
I'd like to mention.

- Sure, go ahead.
- Well...

...I have a problem with alcohol.

I see.

Most mornings, I'm about as
worthless as a park bench in hell.

I usually don't start thinking straight
until I get a couple cold ones in me.

After that, I wouldn't recommend me
operating any heavy machinery...

...if you get where I'm going.

Yeah.

But other than that,
you know, I'm ready to go.

- Hey, Wendy.
- Mister Kendall...

- ...how'd the job hunt go this month?
- Pretty good.

Pretty good.

I like my chances.

Get the fuck out of here.

That wasn't my fault, man.
That asshole's wife started the whole thing.

Come on. Easy, boys.

Hey, I just had this
son of a bitch dry cleaned.

All right, let me have another beer
and I'll sober up a little bit.

Yeah, try it, Mike.

I'll have you hooked up to that
line pole waiting for the cops.

You bastard.
I've been coming here all my life.

Yeah, and you're a nasty son of a bitch.
Nobody wants you around.

- Teddy likes me.
- Yeah, you're right about that.

Hold on, my dick is out,
my dick is out. Just hold it.

- Nothing wrong with my prostate.
- Hey.

That's a paying customer, gentlemen.
Have a little respect.

Boys, get the hell out of here.

- Bunch of pricks. You okay?
- I'm fine.

Let's go to the Dead Dog.
We still got another hour.

Mm-mm, won't go back there. Not since
that pervert attacked me in the bathroom.

We ran that guy off.

I'm gonna tap out, buddy.

Told Kelly that I would take it easy.

You serious?

Why don't you ride with me, man?
Just take the couch.

Shit.

Gonna have to pass. Last thing
I want is to wake up at 6:00 a.m....

...to watch SpongeBob with your kids.

Okay.

Hey...

...you wrap your car around a tree,
I'm not gonna feel guilty.

Neither am I.

Go get 'em, boys.

- Come on, Mike.
- I'm fine. I just need to get some coffee.

Like hell.
You smell like a damned distillery.

The only asshole drunker than you
might be this guy right here.

I don't know what's wrong with you,
Mike, but you could be a good cop.

- I am a good cop.
- Turn off your engine.

- Stay in the car.
- I can do the job.

Hey. You step one foot
outside this vehicle...

...and I'm reporting your ass.

Kendall, I really like you, but...

Come on out, buddy.

Shit.

Officer down, code three.
I repeat, officer down, code three.

Ooh, boy.

- Mike.
- Scott.

Pete.

Mind if we do this outside?

Appreciate you hanging around.

I know the process.
Figured I'd save you some time.

- You look like shit.
- I missed my shower this morning.

Hmm. You've been drinking.

- Do you even have a license?
- Work permit.

- Got it on you?
- Do I have to deal with this shit right now?

For all we know,
you hit that girl with your car.

You wanna look at my wheels, Pete?
They're right over there.

- Why don't you wait it out in the car?
- I'm all right.

I know.

Lot of the guys are still pretty ticked off
with how it went down with Burke.

Think I'm happy about it?

Let's talk about this girl you found.
I need you to start from the beginning.

- Don't leave one damn thing out.
- Think she'll make it?

I've seen them come back from worse.

- Is she local?
- Could be.

How old is she?

Early 20s, I guess.

- Cops have any idea?
- They were asking me.

Really?

You know...

...this could end up really nice for you.

You know, damsel in distress and here
comes her knight in shining armor.

You don't get involved with a victim,
Teddy. That's policy.

- Stop. Stop with the cop talk.
- It's policy.

You don't have to worry about that anymore.

What is that, blood in there?

Yeah.

That shit's gonna be extra.

Oh, man. Good thing
you don't have any interior.

- I appreciate it.
- Thanks.

Found this, underneath the seat.

- Southside Medical.
- Yeah, ICU, please.

- Please hold.
- ICU, this is Tammy.

Hello, this is Mike Kendall.
I brought in a girl yesterday morning.

Jane Doe, early 20s,
she was banged up pretty good.

- Oh, yeah. Hi, Mr. Kendall.
- I've got some of her belongings...

...and I'd like to drop them by,
personally, to her.

I'm sorry, guess no one told you.
She... last night she passed away.

- Mr. Kendall, are you still there?
- No, I'm still here.

- Sorry to hear that.
- Yeah.

- Was her body identified?
- I'm sorry, I can't tell you that.

- You'd have to contact the police.
- I understand.

- All right.
- All right, well, you take care.

I will. Thank you.

- Pretty sure that's gonna kill it.
- Tina, why don't you have a seat?

- I'm working, Mike.
- Come on, please? It's been a shit day.

Fine.

Two minutes.

It's good to see you.

Yeah.

Been a while.

You look great.

What are you doing tonight?

You're looking at it.

You wanna stop by after work?

Have a sleepover?

Guess it has been a while.

Me and, uh, Greg.

- Greg?
- Yeah.

- Are you serious?
- Yeah.

- Since when?
- About a month.

I thought we had something going.

Mike, I haven't seen you
around in six months.

I've been real busy.

Well, I called, left messages. Don't try
and tell me you didn't get them either.

That's why I came by.

- That's a bunch of crap.
- I wanna make it right.

Have Greg pour us a couple drinks.
We can talk it over.

What?

Sometimes you're just
such a shit heel, you know?

Want me to get you the check?

Keep it open.

All right.

Girl...

...where you at?

- Kristy?
- I'm not sure of your relation...

- ...but I wanna let you know...
- Who the fuck is this?

Put Kristy on the phone.

- I don't think you understand.
- Put my bitch on the phone.

You know something?

I don't like the shit
that's pouring out of your mouth.

Do you know who the fuck you talking to?

I bet you think that tired ass Motown
you're playing makes you seem old school.

I'm-a give you that, funny man.

And I'm-a slash your motherfucking throat.
How you like that?

Yeah, I doubt it.

Don't think I can't reach out
and touch you, motherfucker.

Try it.

I got to him, rattled his cage.

- He said her name was Kristy.
- Mmm, You got a name. That's good.

So that's him? The killer is on that phone?

I don't think he knows she's dead.
It's probably a pimp, could be her boyfriend.

- Depends on how screwed up this girl was.
- Wait, you brought a pimp into our house?

- No, babe...
- It's a phone, Kel.

- With my babies in the next room.
- I didn't invite the guy to dinner.

You shouldn't be fiddling around
with some dead girl's phone.

This guy is key to the investigation.
He knows the girl.

- He might know who she was with that night.
- You need to give it to the cops.

Of course I'm gonna give it to the police.

Look, Mike. I think what Kelly is trying
to say is that you are no longer a cop.

- Don't tell me what I'm trying to say.
- I know I'm not a damn cop.

- Thank you very much, Teddy.
- Okay, you know what? I'm going to bed.

Listen. I know you're going
through some shit right now.

And I love you. But it's been 17 months.

- Here we go.
- You're 45. You don't have a job.

This has nothing to do with me finding a job.

And no matter what happens,
nobody's gonna hand you another badge.

So you need to move on, find something else.

- You don't know what you're talking about.
- I know growing up for you wasn't easy.

You didn't get to be a kid.
And I sympathize. Baby, I really do.

I'm not 12 years old anymore.
I don't need people to look after me.

Okay, where is the endpoint here, Mike?

When are you gonna start taking
responsibility for what you're doing?

Is it possible for one supportive
statement to come out of your mouth?

Not when we've been paying your
mortgage for the past two months, no.

- I'm out of here.
- Oh, but don't forget your beer.

Yeah.

- Oh, that's nice. Nice.
- Thanks for the pep talk, sis.

Uh-huh.

- Teddy?
- Yeah?

I need the mop. All over my damn clean floor.

- Why'd you answer it?
- Thought it might be a family member.

- Come on, Mike, you know better than that.
- I got her first name.

That's great. We already have that.
Family came in yesterday. IDed the body.

- What's the family name?
- Mike...

I wanna send flowers.

Nevil.

- How'd it go with the parents?
- They're fine.

- They seem upset?
- Sure.

They have any idea who did it?

Thanks for the phone, Mike. I got the coffee.

Oh, there's still 15-20 numbers in there.
Plus the bar stamp on the back of her hand.

- You went through the phone?
- We start with the most recent...

...work our way back. We can find this prick
who called and twist his arm up his ass.

Ten to one he knows
who she was out with that night.

- This is a police investigation.
- I doubt we really have to get physical.

- He's probably all mouth anyhow.
- There is no we. You know that.

Yeah, sure. Just got the old juices flowing.

I know you found her. I know you feel
responsible. But you're not in this.

In any way.

Okay.

- Got it?
- Yeah.

Kristy Nevil was a child of light...

...a wonderful, charming girl.

And although we haven't had the pleasure
of Kristy here during the last few years...

...I choose to remember her
as the inquisitive...

...God-fearing young lady...

...I received during her first communion.

Departures are always difficult.

- How can I help you?
- I need about 15...

...you know what?

Let's make it 25 business cards.

Hi. Jack Winter. I called earlier.

That thing leak oil?

I'm here because I knew
Kristy several years ago.

She and my younger brother were friends.
They went to Mt. Conyer High together.

How old are you?

Winter...

...I don't... I don't remember your brother.

He's a lot younger.
Their relationship was brief.

She only came around a few times
before they grew apart...

...but I was quite fond of Kristy.

- What was his first name?
- Kelly.

Kelly.

But everybody called him Bill. Billy. Willy.

I... I think I remember
something about a Will.

Exactly. He could leave an impression.

What can we do for you, Mr. Winter?

I'd like to find out
who killed your daughter.

- We've already talked to the police.
- I'm not police, I'm a private investigator.

Police have a tendency to miss
certain details. Important details.

And those are the types of...
details that I pick up.

We don't wanna hire a private investigator.

Which is why I've decided
to take the case pro bono...

...Kristy being a friend and all.
The least I could do.

I have to be honest with you, Mr. Winter...

...Kristen was a very...

...she was a very mixed-up girl.

She was a free spirit, Deborah.
I'll give you that.

She took this family to hell
more times than I can count.

So maybe we would just like
for her to find some peace.

- Still here, huh, Leslie?
- Don't know where else I'd be.

Hey, Julian, get these clowns out of here.

We got it.

Haven't seen you in a while, Mike.

I haven't been in since that pervert
attacked Teddy in the bathroom.

- We ran that guy off.
- That's what I heard.

- Place has really picked up.
- We're trying something new.

- How about a beer?
- You talked me into it.

- She's friendly.
- Name's Heidi.

You should talk to her.

Maybe I will.

Who's a tough guy now? Who's a tough guy now?

Shit.

Take a seat, Mike.

- What are you doing here?
- Having a beer, meeting a friend.

- What are you boys doing here?
- None of your goddamned business.

- Who are you meeting?
- What?

- Who's your friend?
- Ah, hot little blonde over there.

- You know her?
- Heidi? Yeah. It's a new thing.

She seems like a real catch.

She's a wizard with a pool stick.

Uh, that guy gives her lessons
all the time. He's great.

She's a hooker, dipshit.

- Why don't you call it a night, Mike?
- Yeah. Before you get someone else shot.

Hey, you wanna grab something to eat?

I don't think so.

- Can we do this again?
- Sure.

How about I call you tomorrow?

Fine.

Who's that, your wife?

That's my sister.

Like a sister-sister or that's your sister?

I was adopted.

How'd that work?

Compared to starving and getting
the shit getting kicked out of me...

...by a couple of junkies,
I thought it was pretty great.

Want a beer?

Yeah.

And in Whittier, a man is dead and
police are searching for two suspects...

...after a shooting at their home
on Sherman and US 31.

Twenty-four hour news updates
with Marion Jones who is on the scene.

- Just till you hear the click.
- Can I get the keys to the trunk of his car?

- We got some identifiers here.
- Yeah, those are Mike's shots.

All right, let's get it open.

- Oh, shit.
- Jesus. Mike shot her.

You know, he's fucking drunk, right?

Yeah.

- Point-13.
- Shit's not right, I'm doing it again.

- It's been calibrated...
- I said I'm doing it again.

Jack Winter.

Thank you, Mr. Winter, for being so...

...expeditious.

Yeah. I had to shuffle
a few appointments, but...

...this is important to me.

My granddaughter's been dead a week.

Police are no longer
answering my phone calls.

And some son of a bitch
is getting away with murder.

You know, to them,
she is just another toe tag.

I want this guy.

I wanna chain him to the back
of my Bentley and I wanna...

...drag him around a little.

I can understand that, Mr. Yandell.

Can you do it, Jack?

Can you find this guy for me?

I can.

My daughter informs me that you
are willing to take this case...

- ...for free.
- That's correct.

Not a chance.

- What's your rate?
- You know, it varies.

You know, travel expenses, food,
you never really know with this kind of...

- Twenty-five hundred a week?
- That'll work.

Oh, would you mind making it out to cash?

Ex-wife's got me by the balls.

How much do you know about Kristy?

Well, she was a handful.

Did you know she was a drug
addict and a prostitute?

- Something like that.
- Everybody tried to help her, of course.

But, uh, she pushed people away.

She was raised strict...

...probably the reason for her rebellion.

- You ever meet any of her friends?
- She hung out with some real scumbags.

- Anybody you could put a name to?
- If I could put a name to someone, Jack...

...I would be busting down doors.

She, uh, come by with a couple
of skank girlfriends...

...looking for a little handout.

Guy who drove 'em...

...wiry little shit...

...Hispanic, I guess.

Uh, you think you could pick him out?

No, I don't think so.

I won't forget his car, though.

- Impala.
- New?

'60s, purple.

All right, racers, are you ready?

- Yeah.
- On your mark, get set, go.

Let's go.

Sir, is that an open container?

It will be. Hey, Mike,
where you been hiding yourself, man?

Oh, I've been busy. I got a job.

A job? What kind of job?

Uh, sort of an assistant type deal.
I run errands, do fact checking.

- Things like that.
- Mike, that's great. That's great, man.

- Uh, it's a temporary position.
- You know what? Let's get Kels up here.

- Well, I don't... I don't wanna...
- No, no. Hey, babe, come here.

- Your brother's here.
- Look, she looks busy with the egg toss.

Okay. Look, look here, man.
She really wants to talk to you.

She feels bad about the other night.
All right? Just hear her out.

- What do you want, Mike?
- All right. Babe...

- ...Mike got a job.
- Nothing big.

Yeah. He's some assistant
to some big shot downtown.

- Hmm, back to work. That's good, huh?
- I wanted to give you this.

He's probably gonna have his own desk
by the end of the week, huh, Mike? Hmm?

- This is $500.
- It's a start.

Wow.

Thank you, Mike.

You're welcome.

Well, I'm glad I got to stop by.
I'll just add this to the pile.

- I have to hit the road.
- But, wait, wait, you just got here, man.

At least stay for the three-legged race.
Hey, you could buddy up with JJ.

Uh, no, I can't. Uh, I got... I got a date.

A date?

- That's incredible.
- Is it that incredible, really?

Hmm, I'm just saying, man.
I mean, this is like a total windfall.

Hmm. Anybody we know?

I don't think so.

I made you some cereal.

Thanks.

What do you think?

It's good.

It's an off brand.

- Yeah. There's a shit ton of raisins.
- That's what I'm saying.

You know a lot of the other girls?

I can, if that's what you're into.

I picked up a girl last week.
Kristy. You know her?

Girls change their name,
like, every other week.

Short brunette, real pretty?

Lot of girls fit that description.

She hangs out with a Hispanic guy,
drives an Impala.

Hmm, it's not ringing a bell.

I mean, girls come and go. It's not
something people usually stick to.

Right.

But I can ask around.

That would be great.

Oh, shit.

I got a 10:30 across town.
Think you could drop me?

Oh.

Call me, baby.

Pull around the corner.

Do you have brain damage?

- Are you following me?
- I'm following the girl.

But imagine my surprise when a black Nova
picked her up for the evening.

Not exactly what you think.

- Screwing a hooker.
- I'm gaining her trust.

- You're compromising my investigation, Mike.
- I'm working on a lead.

- And I told you to lay off.
- She's gonna ask around.

She's not gonna ask shit. Think she
wants to get in the middle of this?

They were best friends.

- She said that?
- Hell yes.

- Then I'll bring her in.
- You bring her in, she's gonna clam up.

She's doesn't want that kind of attention.
Why do you think she's working with me?

Give her some room.
If she comes up with something...

If she comes up with something,
you bring it to me.

- Of course.
- I'm the first person you call.

- Right.
- What did I say?

- You're the first.
- You don't check out the lead.

You don't get a bite to eat.
You don't wipe your ass. You call me.

- Is that clear?
- Absolutely.

You get one shot at this, Mike.

Rose, you ain't got a damn thing
to eat in here.

I just went shopping.

Yeah. Well, that'd be great if I was in
the mood for celery sticks and a Fruitini.

That's what I eat.

Yeah. We need to get some protein
up in this bitch. I'm about to pass out.

How long I gotta watch all these desperate-
ass bitches trying to get up on this dude?

Sam never complains when I watch
my shows, and he brings pizza.

Yeah. Guess what? Sweetie has a night off.
So do me a favor and change this shit...

...to SportsCenter.

Hey, you got somebody coming over?

Who is it?

You girls were just too fucking greedy.

Jack Winter here.

This young woman was a friend of Kristy's.

- Are you sure?
- Positive.

She offered to blow me
on three separate occasions.

For money, of course.

This prick, I don't know who he is.

I do.

You all right?

Just waking up, Steve.

Mike?

Morning, Mike. Beer?

- You hear the news, Randy?
- What?

The news, you know,
things that are happening.

- I don't recall.
- Yeah. Seems you ought to remember...

...if you heard something or not.

Didn't know.

An employee of yours
had a little accident last night.

He worked the floor.

So what?

She was working something else.

In the back.

All right.

You think you know something?

You got two patrons and one employee dead.

And Kristy Nevil had your bar stamp
on the back of her hand.

Have a drink, Mike.

How long before the whole damn police
force is breathing down your neck?

You are the cop. You tell me.

They already know you're running a brothel.

It's a bar.

I can't do a background check
on everybody that walks through that door.

You solicited me, Randy.

- Which tells me you're taking a cut.
- You can't prove that.

I don't have to. Cops are gonna do it for me.

They just want a fall guy and will
take the first one that pops up.

All I have to do is set it in motion.

- What do you want?
- The guy who supplies the girls.

- The one that drives the Impala.
- Can't help you.

- How about a number?
- We didn't exchange info.

The less we know about
each other, the better.

If he wants to say something,
he'll come by. The guy's paranoid.

- What if you have to get a hold of him?
- I use the girls.

Look...

...all I have is a name.

It's not something you put on a driver's
license. But it's what everyone calls him.

It's what he calls himself.

Mood.

Come on, man.

Hey.

Over here.

That's right.

Right over here.

Say Motown.

What?

Say tired ass Motown.

I ain't gonna ask you again.

I'm-a just pull the trigger.

Tired ass Motown.

I told you I was gonna
find your ass, funny man.

- I've been looking for you.
- Oh, yeah?

Funny. A lot of fools' been
looking for Mood these days.

Yeah, fuck him up, Mood.

Baby, you take your ass
in that kitchen right now.

Can't you see I'm conversating
with this motherfucker?

And what'd I tell you about
getting up in my grill, huh?

You messed up, Mike Kendall.

Asking about Kristy like you did.

- We had a good time once.
- Nah, nah, nah, stop it.

Kristy ain't gonna give a John her real name.

That's rule number one.

So you can drop all that bullshit.
I ain't trying to hear it.

Now, I'm down two bitches...

...and I'm in hot pursuit
for a third prostitute.

And Baby over there...

...she seems to think
that you're the triggerman.

But I've been kicking it
with you for a minute.

I'm gonna say that you ain't.

That's a cold-blooded professional.

And you ain't nothing but a...

...a drunk in a $50 suit.

I'm a private investigator.

I'm working for the grandfather.

Now you starting to make some sense.

So y'all figured you'd come to me?

I'm the key to some answers.

Well, I'm gonna tell you, I ain't got shit.

You're missing a third girl?

That ain't my girl.

But I'm looking for her.

That crazy ass bitch got spooked...

...climbed up a coon's ass...

...pulled her tail all the way in with her.

When?

Last night, after Rose got smoked.

They knew each other.

She was friends with my girls.
Braiding each other's hair and whatnot.

- There a place she'd go?
- Oh, for sure.

You check it out?

We don't go knocking
on no doors for no bitches.

As you can imagine...

...most families...

...ain't too enthusiastic...

...about seeing Mood knocking on their door.

Feel me?

I feel you.

Hello.

I'm Jack Winter. I'm a private investigator.
I'd like to speak with Ms. Oarblocker.

Is this the Oarblocker residence?

Can I see some identification?

Oliver!

Let the man in, for God's sakes.

I'm Jack Winter, private investigator. I'd like
to talk with you about your granddaughter.

Let me see this.

Oh.

Okay, come on in. Don't mind him.
He's just overly protective.

Come on in.

It's right down here around the corner.

This is her room.

And she was living here recently?

It's the only home she has, as far as I know.

I didn't realize someone thought
that she was missing...

...until the officers came by this morning.

- The police were here?
- Two of them.

And I told them just give her a couple
of days, you know, she'll turn up.

She's always in and out.

She's a very independent girl.

Uh, if it's all right with you,
I'd, uh, like to have a look around.

Oh, fine.

Fine. The officers wanted
to look around, too.

Can I offer you a drink, Mr. Winter?

- I got juice boxes.
- No, thank you.

Ah. Milk or tea?

Or maybe the juice.

Okay. Perfect. Perfect.

Thank you.

- How'd you get a hold of him?
- Uh, he found me.

Yeah, I can see that. You know, there's
easier ways of getting yourself killed.

How'd you guys find out about Ivy Oarblocker?

- Who's Ivy Oarblocker?
- The missing girl.

What missing girl?

The one who was friends
with the dead hookers.

You didn't send two officers to her
grandmother's house this morning?

Nope, not us.

Are you sure? Oarblocker. Ivy Oarblocker.

If it got something to do with the case,
then I'd know about it.

Give me your notepad.

- Why?
- I'm giving you the address.

Girl's been missing a couple of days.

Grandma said two officers stopped
by the house this morning.

Could be a different department.

- Maybe.
- You don't think so?

I don't know.

- You think these are our guys?
- Possible.

Hey, where you going?
Was that all I need to know?

- For right now.
- Hey, you get something else...

You're the first person I call.

Amateur hour.

Shit.

Who is it?

Sir, we're with the City Planning Commission.

Okay.

We'd like to talk to you about a major
development coming to your neighborhood.

Oh, that sounds great,
but I'm not feeling too hot right now.

- Can we do this another time?
- It'd be best if we talked now.

Don't know when we'll be back.
It will only take a minute.

Sir? Sir?

Son of a bitch, he's out the back.

We'll track him down.

- Rode the bike.
- Nova's on the fritz. Where's Kelly?

Oh, she took the kids to a show.
Something with some singing carrots.

Hell, I couldn't stomach it.
What's up with your head?

At work, low hanging shelf,
had a lot in my hands. Look.

- What's this?
- I want the Glock.

- What?
- My gun. The one I sold you.

- I wanna buy it back. That's the 250.
- Yeah, you gave me specific instructions...

...about the gun. I was to hold on to it.
I was never to sell it to you...

...or anybody else until you were back
on the force. You made that very clear.

I know.

Are you back on the force?

I got an interview.

Hot damn, okay, come on.

Hello?

This thing just went next level.
How would you like us to proceed?

Okay, we need you to finish it.
We're not going to jail for this shit.

I'm not losing my family. Understand?

It's gonna cost you double.

Just get it done.

We'll be in touch.

When the department sees
my targets, they're gonna shit.

Look, you can't let Kelly know, all right?
Interview or not, she will not understand.

- No way.
- Where you headed?

- Across town.
- Hey, man, I can drop you off.

Nope, I'm done putting you out.
Be by tomorrow to pick up my wheels.

Okay.

Oh, look who's back. Deja vu.

You wanna piss me off?
Keep acting like I'm one of your drunks.

Not long ago you were.

Gotta say, I liked you more then.

You had Julian watching Rose.

Probably told him he could make some easy
cash hanging out with a beautiful girl.

Can't blame him.
Hell, I'd have taken the gig myself.

Where's Ivy?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Sam, show Mike the door.

Sam, you touch me, I'm gonna rip
your fucking balls off.

I remember back in high school.

I watched you pitch a no-hitter
in the city championship.

You took us all the way to state.

My dad said you could've made pro
if you set your mind to it.

You were a real technician.

Not to mention a 90-mile
per hour fast ball...

...made you one hell of a player.
A real bear...

...they used to say.

Where is she?

I know you think she's safe...

...but it won't last. Not with these guys.

Just as sure as I did,
they'll track her down...

...and they'll go through you to do it.

Leslie.

- You got the bar.
- Okay.

- I got her at Fred's.
- Who's Fred?

One of my cooks.

Hey. What can I help you with?

- Is Kelly Kendall in?
- Banks, Kelly Banks.

Yeah, she's been that for eight years now.

Brother's Mike Kendall?

Yeah, yeah, but she's not in at the moment.
What... what's this about?

We're actually here about her brother Mike.
She's listed as a secondary point of contact.

Oh, is that bad?

Well, not for Mr. Kendall, no. Uh...

...you see, we'd like to lease
a nominal part of his land...

...and, uh, he has the opportunity
to make a significant amount of money.

Okay.

So it's best that we talk to him
as soon as possible.

Uh, yeah, well, you just missed him.
He took off in a cab.

- He did?
- Yeah.

Any idea where he was headed?

No.

No, he didn't say. But if you got
a business card, I'll take it from you...

...and, uh, I'll pass it along to him.

I got one of those.

Mr. Randy.

- Who's this?
- It's okay, Conchita.

He's my friend.

- Where's Ivy?
- In here. Let's go.

Kids, turn it off, come on.

Go play outside.

Come on.

Miss Ivy, it's Mr. Randy.

Why don't you you hang back a bit.
Let me warm her up.

Hey.

- Hey, baby.
- I, uh, I brought somebody.

His name is Mike.

I've known him a good long time.
He used to be a cop.

Just trying to help her out, huh, Randy?

I thought you weren't gonna tell nobody?

Yeah, I think I'm starting to understand why.

- Randy, this isn't what we talked about.
- You got a plan, sweetie?

Something tells me I'm looking at it.

Think you can wait them out?

Maybe they'll get tired of looking?

Let's say they can't find you.

Doesn't mean it's over.

They'll grab somebody else, someone close.

Let's say your grandmother.

It won't matter if she doesn't know the
answers to the questions that they're asking.

They'll make her suffer.

And when her body is found,
beaten and mutilated...

...and floating in the St. John's River,
you'll wish you'd come forward.

By then, they'll have someone else.

Maybe another relative...

...or a friend.

Maybe Randy.

That is if there's still somebody
you give a shit about besides yourself.

Let's cut the bullshit.

You tell me what's going on.

What can I get you?

We're looking for Mike Kendall.

No, he's not here.

- But he was here.
- I didn't say that.

So he wasn't here?

- I haven't seen him.
- Well, that's strange.

Because I just spoke with a cab driver...

...who said no less than a half hour ago,
he dropped Mike Kendall off at this bar...

...and watched him walk inside.

Huh.

That just kind of proves
to me that you're lying.

I could haul your ass in right now,
just for that. What do you think?

- Cheese sticks?
- End of the bar, thanks, Fred.

Why don't you just hold tight there, Pablo?

Being a bartender, you see a lot of shit.

You learn a lot of shit, too.

Useless knowledge most of the time, but...

...once in a while, you get a gem.

Let me give you an example.

I bet you don't know...

...that our law enforcement
holds a lot of pride...

...in the national bird.

Now that makes sense...

...if you consider that the state's fowl...

...is the valley quail.

Let me tell you, there's
nothing tough about a quail...

...and you sure as hell wouldn't want
to put that on your uniform.

Now, you see...

...at the top of your badge...

...there's supposed to be an eagle.

A bald eagle, the national bird.

Now, what you got there...

...looks more like a hawk...

...which is a hell of a bird...

...but it ain't no bald eagle.

So, I'm guessing that that badge was made
in, uh, Tijuana by a counterfeiter...

...who didn't know the difference
between a chicken and chicken shit.

Is that right?

It could be.

Look, these guys are a bunch
of rich assholes.

They were in town for some real estate thing
and they wanted to get their dicks wet.

They wanted some young pussy, and they
were willing to pay a lot of money for it.

So you blackmailed them and now
they paid a couple of psychopaths...

...to knock off the girls. Real smart.

I helped them with the blackmail,
but the girls came to me with the video.

They wanted to do it. Maybe we hit
them up for more too many times...

...but who kills people over
a few hundred thousand dollars?

- How old are you?
- How old do you want me to be?

- You teach her to say that?
- God, no, he didn't tell me shit.

But you saw the opportunity,
didn't you, Randy?

Hey, I've fucked guys for money before.

Pack up your stuff,
we're going to the police.

- Wait a minute, Mike.
- We can't go to no cops.

We can pay you. We got money.

We already got a hundred
and forty thousand out of these guys...

- ...and that was just our cut.
- I'm bringing you both in.

I don't think I can let you do that.

I'm not asking.

What are you gonna do? Shoot me?

Maybe.

That's for being a scumbag.

Ivy, get your stuff.

- Come on.
- Jesus fucking Christ.

Abby, Abby, Abby, get your backpack.
And JJ, close the door after her.

Yes, ma'am.

Okay.

Come on in.

Hey, what do you want for dinner?

Looks like poor Leslie
just got the one shot off.

Well, this guy was a bouncer. Looks like
that poor lady was just having a drink.

Sir?

I got a witness.
Said there were three of them.

They lit out of here
in a silver '90s model sedan.

- My nose is broken.
- Be happy you're still breathing.

What?

- That car.
- Yeah?

It's them.

I think that's Randy.

That's the girl?

- Hey, the girl too?
- Yes.

- Okay, get rid of that Mexican.
- Open the door.

Open the door.

You open the door,
or I shoot you in the fucking head.

He understood that one, didn't he?

- Holy shit.
- Go, go.

Get down.

Damn.

Bitch! Hold tight.

Oh, shit.

- You're bleeding, baby.
- Fuck.

Hang on.

Fuck!

You can get out there.

You okay?

You see my leg pissing blood?
No, I'm not okay.

Ease off. We're clear.

Take your foot off the gas.

There you go, nice and easy.
Give it the brakes.

Ivy, look at me.

Look at me. Look at me.

You're safe.

You did great. We're safe.

I'm calling the cops. It's over.

Teddy?

Not even close, Mike.

- That was a pretty good shot.
- Where's Teddy?

Teddy?

I'm looking at him right now.

Don't you touch him.

- Gonna cut a deal with you, Mike.
- Don't you fucking touch him.

You don't get to make the demands here, Mike.

Now, whatever happens or doesn't
happen to your friend here, Teddy...

...that's on you.

But I gotta tell you, he's not looking good.

But if I don't get that girl...

...I'm gonna kill him.

And then I'm gonna kill your sister, too.

And I don't care if it takes a day...

...or a lifetime...

...I'm gonna gut those two fucking kids
of hers from stem to stern.

I'm going to take your silence
as a sign of understanding.

I'm gonna call you in a bit. I'm gonna
give you a time and a place, huh?

But you fuck me...

...you get cute...

...you get stupid...

...well, we both know how that ends.

Change of plans.

- What?
- Hello?

- Kelly, I need you to leave the house.
- Why?

I don't have time to explain right now.
Take the kids and get out.

Meet me at the Black Bear Diner.

- You got a phone?
- Mm-hmm.

Call us a cab.

Hey, guys, I need to talk
to your mom for a minute.

What's going on? What did you do?

- And who's that girl, Mike?
- Listen, uh...

...I messed up.

I got into some shit.

These are some really bad guys
and they're... they got Teddy.

What?

They have him and they're making threats.

- No, Mike.
- I'm gonna do everything I can...

- Mike... no...
- You and the kids... I need you...

You stupid shit.

- I can fix this.
- You can't fix it, Mike.

You can't fix it. You're the damn problem.

You need to call the cops. Tell them
you and the kids need protection.

You stupid, stupid shit.

All we do is help you,
and all you do is ruin people's lives.

That's what you do.

Your car's here.

I'm gonna get him back.

You better get him back.

You better bring him back.

- Hey, you Ivy?
- Uh, yeah.

Hop on in. How's your day going?

- Pretty good.
- Good, where to?

- Make a right.
- Okay.

Men like this don't forget.
They come back and finish the job.

There you go, sweetie.

I've dealt with people like this before...

...not in this exact way, but in business.

These are sociopaths. They don't give
a shit about anybody but themselves.

We do this...

...there's no halfway.

Are you sure you're up for this?

Hello?

Yeah, I know the place.

Old train depot off 226.

Not a lot out there.

I'll be counting on it.

Listen...

...in three hours, give this guy a call.

He's a good cop.

We could use another man.

- I might know someone.
- Somebody you can trust?

I think so.
And he definitely seems motivated.

You gotta be kidding me.

Who the hell else are we gonna get?

So, y'all got a plan for this shit...

...or we just gonna jump
into an old-fashioned dog fight?

Both.

Do we have to listen to this?

Hell, yeah. This shit right here
gets my motherfucking blood up.

Where you buy a car like this?

You don't, you got to build this.

Doesn't seem practical.

Because it ain't.

It's just my weekend car.

Are you ready?

Is that all you bringing, that musket?

It's a high-quality musket, son.

It's your bed.

Frankly...

...I'm surprised you made it out.

These motherfuckers murdered two of my girls.

You must've taken quite a loss.

Oh, you think this is business, huh?

I see what you did to my granddaughter.

You know, I found her living on the street,
rolling tricks for dime bags.

I raised her rate, gave her a roof.

You wanna get all mystical and start
searching for answers and shit...

...maybe you ought to think
about what y'all did.

You sure you can shoot a fool from this far?

I can rip the heart right out of his chest.

Just stay put.

You drunk?

I'm comfortable.

Looks like you caught a stitch in your side.

Looks worse than it is.

The girl?

Teddy first.

All right, tough guy.

I'll show you mine first.

Where's your partner?

Does it matter?

Oh, he got the prick.

There's some shit right here.

All right. Just so we're all
on the same page...

...Captain Shit Heels here
makes any sudden moves...

...trigger gets pulled and off goes his head.

The same goes for me.

If I'm forced to make any sudden moves...

...trigger gets pulled...

...and off goes his fucking head.

I'm sensing a theme here.

Mike?

I'm here, buddy.

Oh, fuck.

Take the shot, come on.

All right, Mike.

Time for you to show me yours.

Sure.

Let's go, sweetheart.

Take the shot, Steve, come on.

All right. Here you go.

Take her.

This all could have been so simple.

Yeah, it didn't work for me.

Yeah.

Mind if I finish my beer?

Go right ahead.

Make the shot, old man,
come on, take the shot.

Stay down, Teddy.

Mike!

Mike!

What the heck?

Mike!

Stay put, Teddy, stay down.

Shit.

Mike!

He wouldn't go down.

Motherfuckers had vests on.

- Steve.
- I'm here.

I'm hit. Son of a bitch.

Mike.

- I got you, buddy.
- Okay.

I got you.

Come on. Somebody help these fools.

Mike.

We just spent our morning
in the judge's chambers.

It appears the court is, uh,
inclined to rule in self-defense.

Really?

You just lucked out.

What about the girl?

Agreed to testify.
She's in protective custody, but...

...she'll end up in a home after
the trial. We'll hope for the best.

Right now, we've got two of the three pricks
in custody. They're partners, all of them.

They run a high-end real
estate firm in Orange County.

First one came pretty easy.

Number two gave us a little chase.

He's running. He's running.

Freeze! Freeze! On the ground. On the ground.

- Okay.
- Get down on the ground.

Those were $200 wingtips, man.

Number three, William Ritter,
owns a boat, sailed himself into Mexico.

So, it's probably gonna take
a dump-truck-size shitload...

...of paperwork to get his ass out of there.
At least six months to extradite.

And that's only if we can convince
the district attorney...

...this guy's even worth the trouble.

Worst part is we know exactly where he's at.

An old fishing village,
couple miles south of Costa Maya.

We just thought you might wanna know that.

You have two hours.

I repeat, that is two hours exactly
to complete this exam.

It is multiple choice.

You will begin... now.

Heard they ruled that shooting...

...self-defense.

They did.

That's good.

Took the private investigator's
exam this morning.

Seemed like I knew most of it.

I think this is something I could be good at.

Even if I am a fuck-up.

Yeah.

Might be.

How's Kelly?

It's not gonna happen right now, Mike.

Thought maybe we could get a drink.

Maybe a coffee.

Gonna need some time.

Hey there, motherfucker.

Don't you look comfy?