All language subtitles for FBI Most Wanted. S02E15. Chattaboogie

Top of the morning, gentlemen.

God!

What are you doing, dummy?

Run.

God.

That spray'll take a bear out
at 20 feet.

I don't blame you for yelping.

What I do blame you for...

Is a much...

longer...

conversation.

Get up.

Nice gun.

Let's see.

That was three for Jason, right?

That means... three more left.

I figured you might have missed once

in all the excitement.

Evan, what are you doing?

Spending a little quality time

with your brother and his friend here.

Oh, my God.

Where is Jason?

What do you think, Ray-Ray?

She probably would have tried
to run, right?

Sorry for your loss, by the way.

Always liked your daddy.

Come here.

Grab this. Squeeze.

Harder.

Good boy. Come here.

Let's go.

All right, whoa, now.
Come on, get.

Watch your head.

Oh, my God.
These are amazing.

Oh, wow.

Yeah. I remember those.

Can I try them on?

Yeah. Go for it.

Dad, check this out.

I don't even know why
I still have those.

Okay. So what's next?

- Over there?
- Um...

Eh, I don't know.

Maybe do bathroom stuff.

All right.

Are you sure you're
still okay with this?

- The bathroom stuff?
- Mm, moving in.

Yeah, I invited you.
It was my idea.

I know.

Just, you know,
maybe I said yes too fast.

You know, it feels a little impulsive.

Sarah, we talked about this
for two hours.

Yes.

Decision-treed
all available possibilities.

Oh, I am well aware.

I just want to make sure
that it makes sense,

you know,

emotionally.

It's a huge step.

It is a big step,
but it's one that I wanna take.

I haven't been this happy in years,

and it's all because of you.

Me too.

Then no cold feet.

- Okay.
- All right.

Oh, wow.

- Those look awesome.
- Yeah, they look great.

Uh, Dad, you left your phone
on the kitchen counter.

You have three missed calls from Isobel.

Ooh. Mm?

Oh. And she just texted. "Call me ASAP.

Moses is here,
and he is on the warpath."

Who's Moses?

This is Special Agent Reed

from the Office
of the Inspector General.

He's the direct report
for a DEA task force

down in Tennessee.

He's the reason we're here.

Where's Barnes?

She's taking a week to be with family.

We'll be working this case without her.

Moses, the floor is all yours.

Two hours ago in Chattanooga,

Ray Kite shoots one man dead in a garage

and then executes
a female victim outside.

Except his real name is not Ray Kite;

It's Clayton Smith, DEA agent.

Wait, so now we're hunting
one of our own?

It's not pleasant.

Last fall, local DEA
makes a bust in Queens.

Fentanyl, coke and meth,
street value over a million.

They traced the source to Tennessee

and got nowhere fast.

So they formed a task force,
I signed off,

and they sent Smith down there
to go undercover.

That was three months ago.

DEA took point.

Backstopped him with papers
and a fake job

plus cash to buy product and intel.

They think the drugs come
from Florida up into Tennessee.

That's what Smith was working on,

and everything was fine
until six days ago

when he went dark, failed to check in.

That wasn't a red flag?

It should have been.

DEA assumed he went quiet for safety.

Instead, he does this.

His truck's missing, his phone's off,

his house is empty.

And his prints are all over a spent clip

from a 9-mil short round at the scene.

DEA confirms that was
his undercover weapon.

He left prints behind?

He could've panicked, got sloppy.

He could've been using.

Dipping into the product,
not thinking straight.

What do we know about the victims?

Dead guy in the garage

is Smith's informant, Jason Shalet.

Worked at a local car dealer

we think could be part of the ring.

Smith murdered his own CI?

And his sister, Elise, too.

That's her in the driveway.

So he went rogue.

DOJ is not interested

in putting a federal agent
on the Most Wanted list,

so you gotta find this guy
under the radar,

without exposing who he is

or compromising
the ongoing investigation.

Well, any more good news?

Just remember where you're going.

This used to be moonshine country,

and these people have gone
from stills to pills.

They're clannish and violent,

and they'll lie to your face
and smile while doing it.

Also, the only thing they hate
more than the government

is outsiders.

- So don't mention we're from New York.
- Yeah.

Don't try to order a latte
from Cracker Barrel.

I learned that the hard way.

I assume we have the G-5?

Gassed and ready. Isobel's orders.

All right.

When we get to Chattanooga,

you two hit the crime scene.

Hana and I will start
with the car dealer

where Jason Shalet worked.

Moses,

you stay here and look pretty.

Always do.

Yo, Ortiz.

So this is kind of weird.

Found this on the ground in the garage.

- What is that, bear spray?
- Yeah.

No prints on it, but ERT said

someone definitely fired a blast.

There's residue
all over the table in there.

Any luck inside the house?

Somebody was sitting shiva.

The mirrors were covered.

There's a memorial candle
on the table next to a photo.

PD says it's the victims' father.

- So the Shalets are Jewish?
- Yeah.

Shiva usually only lasts for seven days,

so he must have died recently.

I'll look into it.

All right, so let's figure
Elise was inside.

She heard a commotion in the garage.

She comes down to check it out.

And Smith appears.

She turns to run.

Gets shot in the back.

Smith goes back to the truck,

which would've been parked over here.

Tire tracks.

Looks like it's from a motorcycle.

I'm sure lots of kids
ride dirt bikes around here.

Or Smith wasn't acting alone.

He might have a partner.

Oh, good.

Mommy's home.

Hey, baby.

- We good?
- Yep.

Someone's been drinking.

I like that.

Hey, Ray.

This is my girl, Maggie.

That's not her real name,
but then again,

Ray isn't yours, is it?

It is my name.

He's lying.

Yeah, I was.

Won't matter.

You won't tell.

Mm. Let me ask you.

When you signed up for this job,

did the government say
you may find yourself

in a situation such as this?

Compromised and discovered?

Facing an untimely death?

I bet yes.

Good news is,

we got bigger plans than you.

So tell us what we need to know...

And get yourself out
of this predicament.

Hey. Gimme.

What do you think?

Hm?

You ready to talk?

I'll take that as a yes.

Oh, I can't believe this.

Jason started as a salesman, uh,

seven years ago.

Worked his butt off.

Got along well with everybody.

What was his most recent job?

Finance manager.

Do we know who did this?

We think it's a robbery.

The suspect fled
and crossed state lines,

which is why we're involved.

His name is Ray Kite.

Works as a bartender and security guard.

I don't know about bartender,
but I recognize him.

Jason said he was his, uh, bookie.

- Did you ever meet him?
- No.

But he'd come around the lot sometimes.

And him and Jason would be
having conversations,

money exchanging hands.

I assumed they were settling bets.

Any idea where he'd go?

No.

Friends, associates, girlfriends?

I'm sorry. I really wish I could help.

All right. Um, thank you.

We'll be in touch.

Um, maybe...

Maybe this was over a gambling debt?

Maybe.

We'll look into it.

I'll repeat. We know
there's a shipment today.

Just tell us where and when.

I told you.

I don't know.

Come on now, Ray, Not-Ray.

You've been undercover
snitching and sneaking around

God knows how long.

You expect me to believe you don't know?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Tippy-toes now, buddy. Tippy-toes.

Why are you making this so hard?

Just say where and when.

Red Bank. 2:00 p.m.

Nice. Red Bank.

Where in particular?

Denny's Auto Salvage.

Usually a tow truck...

Car on back.

That's all I know, I swear.

Please.

Please. Please.

Reckon we could work with that.

Mm.

Jenga.

Tracks from the crime scene

were definitely from a motorcycle.

Probably an Enduro type.

Still working on it.

Any motorcycles registered
to Buck Allen?

No.

No criminal record either.

Are you thinking Allen's the partner?

Maybe, maybe not.

But Jason Shalet worked for him

and was Smith's CI.

Shalet had info
about something going on there.

Did you get a vibe from Allen?

Like he was lying to our face
and smiling while he did it?

Exactly. He was trying too hard.

We need to keep eyes on him.

Why don't you and Crosby
set up surveillance

over at the dealership?

You got it.

- Stay on comms.
- Mm-hmm.

What do we got here?

Gerald Shalet, Jason's father.

63 years old,

died six days ago from a heart attack.

He was retired, but he owned

Ralston Textiles Carpet Mill
in Dalton, Georgia.

Sold it two years ago.

You think that he's part of the ring?

Well, Dalton is 31 miles south of here,

right off I75.

Pretty direct route
if you wanna smuggle drugs

from Florida to Tennessee.

They'd also have delivery trucks

as a means for distribution.

Clayton Smith's phone just turned on.

Is he on the move?

Signal is stationary.

12 miles away in Cleveland, Tennessee.

Have local PD set up a perimeter.

Highway patrol too. Let's get going.

That Smith's truck?

Let's go.

I'll cover the back.

Clear.

Clear.

We got tire tracks in the back.

Is that him?

Yep.

You think he turned
his phone on so we'd find him?

Somebody did.

Keys, wallet, 9-mil, short round.

Could be his undercover gun.

Check this out.

The tire tracks out back have
the same pattern impression.

It's gotta be the motorcycle.

Edema and hemorrhaging
consistent with strangulation,

but these blotches look different.

Why are they down there?

What about bear spray?

We found a can in Shalet's garage.

And he's obviously not
gonna spray himself.

Agent LaCroix?

Yeah.

What's going on?

We found Clayton Smith.

Excellent. You bringing him in?

Actually, he's dead.

Someone hung him up and made it
look like a suicide.

Wow.

What does that mean?

It means that he might
not have gone rogue.

He could have blown his cover

and paid for it with his life.

- Any idea who did it?
- Nope.

I can't tell if they're pros
or amateurs.

All right. Did you notify the DEA?

- Not yet.
- I'll handle that.

You and your team stay focused
on finding our shooter.

I assume he wore a wire
and kept recordings?

Yes.

Can you send those to me?

There's definitely
something else going on here.

It's a badass bike.

You saw it in the barn
at the wedding, right?

Yeah.

Well, Jess doesn't drive it anymore.

I'm gonna see if he'll sell it to me.

What do you think about that?

There's a reason
they call 'em "donorcycles."

Do you wanna be road pizza?

Oh, come on.

They're fun.

You sure you don't want one of these?

No, I'll pass.

And don't worry. I won't tell Zadie.

I gotta sneak 'em in while I can.

Crosby, look.

- That's Buck Allen, right?
- Yeah.

Who's he talking to?

I don't know.

You see that? What was that?

Was that a phone?

What should we do?
Should we stay with Buck?

No. Let's tail this guy.

Something's up. I'll call for backup.

Not too close.

I got it.

He's slowing down.

I see it. Just relax.

He's approaching Denny's Auto Salvage.

Elwood.

Aren't you tired
of doing Buck's dirty work?

Who's this guy?

Oh, that's Ronnie.

Yeah, dangerous work

towing around that SUV
all full of drugs.

I don't know nothing about that.

Mm.

Mr. Allen, he just told me to come here

and... and just... just pick up
SUV that need fixing.

What were you supposed
to do with your car?

Just leave it?

Don't seem Christian.

Give me the drop phone.

The... the what?

I've been watching you guys.

I know how this works.

Give me the damn phone.

They know each other?

It's hard to tell.

- Damn.
- Move!

Shots fired, Denny's Auto
Salvage in Red Bank.

FBI. Freeze!

Get to the car!

Go! I'll cover.

Stay on comms!

Two subjects on a motorcycle.

They've got a weapon.

Oh, damn.

God!

They're in the woods!

Go back! Go around!

Crosby, what's happening?

They got away.

Highway Patrol's in pursuit.

Car's in a ditch all wrecked to hell.

What? Are you okay?

Yeah.

Hope you got the damage waiver.

Highway Patrol has choppers working

but no luck so far.

ERT just sent these over.

Both victims worked at Allen Motors.

They're notifying next of kin.

Okay, that was Crosby.
He's at the dealership.

Buck Allen's in the wind.

He left an hour ago in his Cadillac.

The BOLO's out.

He's probably worried about the SUV.

What SUV?

It turns out it was full
of coke and fentanyl.

It's probably worth a fortune.

Then why didn't our fugitives take it?

He probably planned to
until you and Crosby showed up.

Or that's not what they're after.

In these photos,
it looks like our subject

took the victim's phone.

Whatever's on that
might be more valuable.

How are we coming
on the facial recognition?

Still searching.

What do we got on the SUV?

Bought at an auction
in Jacksonville, Florida.

Delivered to Allen Motors.

Well, it fits the pattern
of the Florida pipeline.

Oh.

Here we go. Just got a match.

Evan Greeter, age 32.

Single, unemployed,
released from state prison

in Pikeville six months ago

after doing three years
on an assault charge.

His last known address is
in Signal Hills.

That's one down.

Now we gotta ID
the guy working with him.

I think it's a woman.

That's what it looked like to me.

All right. Could be.

Dig into Mr. Greeter

and see if you can find a girlfriend.

Also, call Kenny and have him check out

the carpet mill Jason's father owned.

Copy that.

Ortiz and I will cover
Evan Greeter's last known.

We have kicked the hornet's nest.

Buck Allen is on the move.

You find the car?

I'm in it now.

This is bad, okay?

Jason is dead.

And now so is Elwood.

I want a board meeting.

No.

The FBI was at my dealership
this morning.

And I just lost a shipment.

Did the FBI ask you about Ray Kite?

You workin' with Ray?

No, I just...

He was friends with Jason, that's all.

I don't need any loose ends.

Listen... we're gonna find
who's doing this,

and we're gonna do it together.

You just have to trust me.

Come see me.

The address is under the seat.

Evan don't live here no more.

I haven't seen him
since he got out of prison.

He still lists this as his home address.

That's 'cause he's lazy.

I'm his mama. I should know.

What's going on?

It's the FBI. They're looking for Evan.

Are you his father?

No, he passed. That's Earl.

We was just doing our nature,
if you care to know.

Go in and see for yourself.

I told you Evan ain't here.

Do you mind?

So what's that boy done now?

He's wanted for the murder
of five people.

Damn.

I haven't seen anything on the TV.

You have any idea where he might be?

No.

Does he have a girlfriend?

No idea.

Clear. He's not in there.

What about running buddies
or people he works with?

Mister, I told you,
that boy's a bad seed,

and I keep my distance.

If he ever had a job,
I didn't know about it.

Only place that boy ever kept
regular was the state prison.

Which is where he belongs.

They never should have let him out.

Looking for this?

Who the hell are you?

Damn, Buck.

That hurt.

What, you forgot my daddy that fast?

You're Driscoll's boy.

I thought you were in Pikeville.

Yeah, I was. Three years.

Got out early, good behavior.

Ironic, huh?

We can make a deal.

Oh, you wanna make a deal now, do you?

Yeah.

What, extended warranty?

Free undercoating?

You know what I mean.

We made a deal three years ago, Buck.

- And you broke it.
- No.

What, you think I'm stupid enough

to trust you a second time?

- Hey, that wasn't me.
- That... that was the others.

I can't control the board.

Come on now, son.

Be smart.

You can't just shoot me.

You're right.

Too noisy.

Hi.

I'm Maggie.

It's nice to meet you.

Whoo. Look at him go.

Look at him go!

That's what it feels like

getting stabbed in the back.

Ralston Carpet Mill was a complete bust.

No one knew anything.

They even let me search the place.

If Jason Shalet's father
was ever in the ring,

he sure did scrub any connection to it.

What's all this?

We stayed late going through everything

that Moses sent over;
Do you want the highlights?

Uh, yeah. Sure.

At first, Smith was focused

mostly on finding
the source of the drugs.

His CI, Jason, never gave him a name,

but he suspected Florida.

Now he knew about shipments being muled

on car carriers by Buck Allen,

but there was never any mention
of Evan Greeter.

Which is weird because clearly,

there's other players involved.

Yeah, and on the tapes,
Jason keeps talking

about "the board wanting this,"

"the board wanting to do that"

like there's some kind
of management team.

There was also this.

It's one of the last conversations

between Smith and Jason.

The shipment's Friday.

I'm gonna find out where,
but listen, Ray,

I gotta get paid.

- I'm taking a huge risk here.
- You will.

As soon as I get back from Louisville.

- Louisville?
- Yeah.

4 1/2 hours of tapes,

and that's the only time
it's ever mentioned.

So this extends into Kentucky.

Mm-hmm. That's what we're thinking.

We have one other possibility too.

Hana hacked in to Allen
Motors' server last night.

We found a year's worth
of large cash payments

going into their fleet sales
account, almost monthly.

Kleinman's is a grocery chain.

Headquarters are downtown.

Okay, so we've got
a car dealer, a carpet mill,

and now a grocery chain.

Throw in Kentucky, and that gives us

four potential players in the ring.

Right?

This thing just keeps getting bigger.

- Mm-hmm.
- But we're still missing

the connect to Greeter and the partner.

Right.

Chattanooga PD just found
Buck Allen's Cadillac

outside an apartment complex.

Hana, you're with me.

You two run down the Kleinman
lead, head downtown.

My partner did a knock
and check, found it open.

He's in the bedroom.

You sure it's Buck Allen?

I've watched his commercials
for 20 years.

It's him.

Stab wound in the back.
Rigor's already set in.

You got anything?

Well, I assume he was
looking for something in here,

probably got caught in the process.

Apartment belongs to a Ron Greer.

Never heard of him.

Yeah, you have.

That's Clayton Smith.

Yeah. This is his place.

Manager said he pays his rent in cash.

Okay.

So the DEA backstopped him

with a fake identity of Ray Kite.

He created another one.

I doubt they knew about it.

Or this apartment.

Or this.

Drug money?

Probably.

Well, that would mean
that Smith did go rogue.

And he was stealing from the ring.

Run the serial numbers.

I wanna know for sure
before we call Moses.

I don't see where there's a problem.

Could you tell us
what those payments are for?

Delivery vans.

Our business actually boomed
during the pandemic.

People were ordering so much online,

we had to increase our fleet size

just to keep up with demand.

That is a lot of vans.

We have a lot of customers.

Where'd you get the capital?

My great-grandfather
founded this company

over 100 years ago.

Most of the banks in town got
their start because of him.

I can walk into any one of them
and get a line of credit

just by saying hello.

Which is exactly what I did.

You're Jewish, Miss Kleinman, yes?

Yes.

Is that a crime now too?

Did you know Jason Shalet?

Yes.

I do know Jason.

But only because I've seen him

once or twice at the dealership.

Most of my dealings are with Buck,

so maybe...

if you think there's some sort
of drug ring going on here,

you should talk to him.

We did.

We also found out
he was murdered last night.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know that.

We're gonna need to take a
look at your financial records

and inspect these vans
you're talking about.

Do you have a warrant?

Why, are you hiding something?

I told you I don't know this Ray Kite,

and I don't know anything

about this fantasy drug ring
you're investigating.

And frankly, I resent the allegations.

I don't know about New York,
but down here,

your reputation counts for something.

And I won't have you disparage mine.

Do you have any stores in Louisville?

Mr. Ortiz,

if you want to continue
this conversation, fine.

We'll go across the street
to my lawyer's office

where I'm sure
they'll be very interested

in the FBI harassing
one of their biggest clients.

Get out of the van!

Now! Get out!

Hey, hurry up!

Oh, get in there, baby.

Okay.

Talk to me, baby. What do we got?

Ha!

Our future, baby!

Bank confirmed Susan
Kleinman's line of credit.

She really was buying delivery vans.

Do they have any stores in Louisville?

No, just Tennessee and north Georgia.

How are we doing
on those, uh, dollar bills?

They're still working,
but I have something.

First is Evan Greeter's father.

- I thought he was dead.
- He is.

It was a car accident three years ago

right around when Evan was in prison.

But he was a poultry farmer.

Small operation,
never did more than 40K a year.

But according to state ag records,

his biggest customer was Kleinman CPF.

Evan's father knew Susan Kleinman.

I would assume yes.

Poultry farmer making 40K a year.

That seems kind of small-time
for this ring.

Or it was the perfect cover.

You could have made
ten times that amount

running drugs with these people.

This other lead
might explain Louisville.

I'm just not sure how yet.

I recovered historical GPS
on Clayton Smith's phone,

and he was there twice
in the last month.

Here's where it pings.

Blue-Met Supply Company.

It's a metal refinery.

They make supplies
for the construction industry.

Maybe he's looking to expand north.

Mule his product on a whole
different kind of truck.

Got it. Thanks.

Boss, we got shots fired and two dead

at a Kleinman's store
in Missionary Ridge.

Forklift operator said
they saw a man and a woman.

They jacked a delivery van
and left behind a motorcycle.

Evan and his partner.

Mixed up with the Kleinmans.

I knew she was lying to us.

You're right.

The assistant said that
she went to go meet up

with her lawyers after we left.

I called them. They haven't seen her.

So there's our ring.

The Kleinmans, the Shalets,
and the Greeters.

You think it's some kind of scam

they're pulling together?

Nah, it feels more like a power play.

Greeter is trying to take control.

Which means that
Susan Kleinman is a target.

Not an accomplice.

Not an accomplice.

- Hana?
- I got it right here.

Susan Kleinman, 86 Poplar
Street, Lookout Mountain.

I'm alerting SWAT now.

All right. Let's go.

Rules of the syndicate, Susan.

Father dies, son takes over.

But that didn't happen, did it?

You went to prison.

Yes, I did.

And that was very unfortunate.

But the board promised...

No...

You promised

that you'd take care of me
and my mama till I got out.

And that didn't happen
either now, did it?

You should have come to see me.

My family's had a part in this ring

since your daddy and my grandpa
ran shine together.

So here I am, Miss Susan,

officially reclaiming my seat
back on the board!

All in favor say aye!

Aye.

Motions carries two to one.

What do you think about that?

I think you could use some breath mints.

That's the first honest thing
I ever heard you say.

In position.

You see, your problem is

you underestimate people, Susan.

Now, Buck and those other
dumb sons of bitches,

they didn't know what you were up to.

But I do.

I followed you for six months.

That's how I know about Ray.

Your daddy'd be pissed.

Working with government snitches,

that's not the way we do.

It's called diversification.

If you knew how to run a business,

you'd understand that.

I figured when old man Shalet
died, you took your chance.

Consolidate power, take out the board,

start doing the laundry by yourself.

With Ray's help, right?

And Buck had no idea?

I'm right, right?

I got your van out there.

I know what's in it.

And I know what happens
if you don't deliver it.

Mexico, Susan.

And it ain't gonna be for vacation.

Relax.

She's just being dramatic.

We still need you for Louisville.

I look forward to meeting your contacts.

Evan Greeter, this is the FBI.

Back off!

- Crosby.
- I got eyes.

Good to go.

We have you surrounded.

Drop your weapons
and let Miss Kleinman go!

I said back off!

Maggie!

Move up!

She's gone.

Shot by a freaking G-man.

Ain't that a bitch?

Put your hands behind your back.

Hands behind your back.

I need a doctor.

And I need answers.

We can chat while we wait.

Let's go, tough guy.

Get up.

Hey, Moses. This is Jess.

It's over.

What happened?

Our fugitives are Evan Greeter,
and his girlfriend, Maggie.

Thanks.

They met in prison
when she was visiting her dad.

She's dead. He's on his way to the ER.

I don't remember seeing those names.

Are they part of the drug ring?

Yeah. Hey,
Moses. I'm gonna put you on speaker.

This wasn't just about drugs.

These people were laundering
money for the Mexican cartel.

You're gonna have
to figure out which one,

but Greeter was definitely
trying to muscle his way in.

Laundering money?
How?

By smuggling illegal gold

and cleaning it
at a refinery in Louisville.

You gotta be kidding me.

Have you ever seen a slab of gold?

Only in the movies.

It is definitely impressive.

People have been killing each
other over it for centuries.

It certainly got to Clayton Smith.

So he was in on it after all.

Indeed, he was,

but that wasn't his only angle.

He had a third identity
and a secret apartment.

Found cash there that traced
back to his stake money

the DEA gave him.

He was keeping money

he was supposed to give
to his informant.

Damn.

I think there was
at least 100K, last I saw.

Well, it's gone now.

Greeter knows where it is,
but he's not telling us.

Ah.

You think they gonna put him
back in Pikeville?

Probably.

Damn shame it came to all this.

Evan's a good boy.

He said he'd take care of me,
and he did.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we've reached international waters.

The casino is now open.

10,000 in chips, please.

Same.

Certainly.

That's a lot of money.

That windshield's aftermarket.

So is the gas tank.

The original 2005s,
they had a tear drop tank.

Okay.

Also the chain drive is outdated.

They use belts now.

And if you haven't ridden her
in five years,

I'll have to take her to my guy,

make sure all the plugs work.

Kenny, you want the bike or not?

Yeah.

I mean, I'm... I'm interested.

Then make me an offer.

About that. Um...

Would you consider a payment plan?

They're doing junior barrels
in June at Woodstown.

- Is that far?
- Mm-mm.

That's not bad.
Do you guys have a strainer?

Uh, pantry cabinet.

Entry fee is $86,
but it says no buddying.

What does that mean?

Oh, my God. He got the bail bond.

What?

Tali, get in the bathroom
and lock the door right now.

- Why?
- It's Hugh.

Just go. Hurry.

This is so cool.

Zadie is gonna be so pumped.

Kenny, call 911.

What?

We've got a white male with a gun.

Two females inside, roll code three.

Get here now.

Sarah!

I told you to get in the bathroom.

Look.

- Tali, no.
- Just take it.

Come on.

Sarah!

Come on.

Hugh, please.

I told you to drop the charges.

Please. She's just a kid.

You did this, Sarah!

To me and to you!

- Jess!
- Dad!