Original subtitles

["Meet Me in the Morning" by Bob Dylan playing]

♪ Meet me in the morning ♪

♪ 56th and Wabasha ♪

♪ Meet me in the morning ♪

♪ 56th and Wabasha ♪

♪ Honey, we could be in Kansas ♪

♪ By time the snow begins to thaw ♪

[exhales]

[groans, sniffs]

♪ They say the darkest hour ♪

♪ Is right before the dawn ♪

[clattering]

♪ They say the darkest hour ♪

♪ Is right before the dawn ♪

[exhales]

- ♪ But you wouldn't know it by me ♪ - Hi.

♪ Every day's been darkness Since you've been gone ♪

[song fades]

[sighs]

[unsettling music playing]

[woman exhales forcefully]

[music fades]

[Vincent groans] Why didn't you wake me up, Lennie? I gotta get going.

Fuck. You're not going to work today, man.

Fuck you talking about?

The amount of time constructing that frame is gonna take.

The head alone is gonna take, what, ten hours?

[sighs] Fuck. Jerry has...

[inhales deeply]

...fired you. [sighs]

He can't fire me.

- It's my fucking show. - It's our show.

Yeah, sure, sure, sure, sure.

Yeah, but, you know, Bug, Mush, me. It's...

It's a 60/40 split my way.

So you have no say.

The pitch went great. They love Eric. They want Eric on the show. He's a hit.

Yeah. They love him.

They want Eric. They don't want you anymore.

[Eric] Huh. 'Cause you're a piece of shit that can't even hold onto your kid.

I'm gonna talk to them and make sure that you get a great severance package

and just keep all the health benefits and the dental and everything.

Great. I chipped a fucking veneer.

[sighs] Great. Use it. Go to therapy, man.

[Vincent inhales]

Screw that. Do me a favor. Go to rehab, man.

Fuck you, you spineless little piece of fucking treacherous shit.

I tried, okay? I'm sorry about Edgar, but you keep destroying yourself.

You're sorry about Edgar, but fuck decency? Loyalty?

Fuck friendship?

You fucking lowlife, fake, bloodsucking parasite.

You call yourself an artist?

You hadn't even heard of Peckinpah or Kubrick until you met me.

And that time we met Henson, the great god that's Henson,

you were practically jerking off

with how much you suddenly found a mutual appreciation of Burr Tillstrom.

[exhales] But I was embarrassed for you. He was embarrassed for you too.

'Cause we knew you are

a passionless, fake artist that should have stayed behind

entertaining his grandma with his little sock puppet

in that back and beyond hell-yeah hicksville that spawned you.

[sniffs] I guess we can't all come from money, eh, Vinny?

[sighs]

Well, at least I don't have to pay to get laid.

[Eric exhales]

[Eric exhales]

[breathes deeply]

Spoken to Cassie?

She's had about enough of you as well, huh?

- Fuck you. - He kind of has a point.

Fuck you too. You fucking time suck. You can both fucking burn in hell.

[door slams]

[breathes deeply]

[knock at door]

[sighs]

- Hi. - [uncertainly] Hi.

[Cassie sighs]

We met at the police station.

[teaspoon stirring]

- Thank you. - Welcome.

Have a little one?

Marlon's sister, Anita.

- I have my grandbaby two days a week. - Mm.

What are you doing here, Mrs. Anderson?

Well, I wanted to give you something.

[groans] I...

Maybe you've seen her on television. She's a lawyer. I...

I have.

I thought you could call her.

Okay.

- [removes handbill] - [inhales]

I, uh... guess I just needed someone to talk to.

[Cecile] Hmm.

Edgar's father and I had a... a fight,

a loud, awful fight,

the night before Edgar disappeared.

And I'm just thinking...

[sniffles] ...maybe he was running away from us.

[chuckles]

I don't think I was a very good mother all the time.

Did your son have food? A bed? Love?

Yes.

Then you try to keep your child safe and warm

when you don't know when your home is gonna be taken away from you.

You try to keep your child out of trouble

when you got boys, barely men, dealing crack outside your front door.

You tell me how you keep your son safe,

and I'll tell you if he had it good or not.

- Uh... I don't know. - If you want comfort, don't come to me.

No.

No, I don't.

[breathes deeply]

I'm angry.

Anger? I know anger.

I'm holding on to mine so tight, it's, um...

it's burnt a hole in my heart.

But it ain't that you feel it. It's what you do with it.

[sniffles, exhales]

You wanna do something with it?

Yes.

- Then I'm listening. - [pensive music playing]

[tape winds]

[tape plays]

[tape winds]

[tape plays]

[tape winds, plays]

[video recorder clicks]

[inhales deeply]

[Costello] Look, like Mayor Lindsay,

I'm gonna be part of the solution, not the problem.

A raise in federal funding

that goes direct into enhancing police-community relations

and lowering crime.

By taking people off the streets

and into housing they can neither afford or apply for?

Closing shelters in favor of gentrification?

And how do you plan to fund your proposed cleanup of the city?

How about we stick to the agenda? That's what we're doing in city hall.

[man] Ah, come on!

We are relocating those without housing

and establishing shelters in alternative locations.

[man] There are concerns that there is corruption in city hall,

in our police department, in... in public housing...

All due respect, Mike, if there was corruption,

it's been rooted out

a long time ago.

Or maybe

you just don't brag about it anymore.

[unsettling music playing]

- [train cars clattering] - [train wheels screeching]

[man] Yo, Raya! I know you in here!

- Yo, you seen Raya? - [banging on door]

Raya, it's Tracks!

[indistinct chatter]

[door closes]

- [sniffs] You seen this bitch Raya? - Get the fuck out of my place!

- She owe me money. - Raya ain't here. Go look for her.

I am fucking looking for her.

I ain't going nowhere till she fucking get here.

- [Edgar whimpers] - What the fuck you got going on in here?

- I just want my money. - Get the fuck out of my house.

- I want my money. - Get the fuck out of my...

I ain't going no-fucking-where!

I'm Tracks, bro! Give me my fucking money! Motherfucker!

- [banging on door] - Give me my money!

- Motherfucker! - [Edgar whimpering]

- You can't hide from Tracks, bitch! - It's okay. It's okay.

It's fine. Go back to sleep.

[Edgar] I want my mom.

[Yuusuf] It's okay. He's gone now.

[Edgar whimpering]

[indistinct chatter]

[Ledroit] You often keep trash you find?

Not everyone would have kept a bloodied T-shirt.

[Eastern European accent] Boss don't like it,

but, uh, if it's good quality, like an old TV or a good chair,

one of us might take it... and use it.

You said you found it in the dumpster.

We have CCTV of you clearly picking it up behind the dumpster,

looking at it, and then you... you pocket it.

I picked it up 'cause, uh, it had a cute picture on it,

but then I saw the blood, and it got me thinking.

- Got you thinking what? - I wanted to do something right, but...

Right by who?

[breathes deeply]

[Ledroit] You sure you didn't see the kid that day?

Hmm?

No?

And this kid?

Marlon Rochelle. You seen him?

[Eastern European accent] Sorry, boss. I need the boy back.

You dropped something else by the dumpster just before you picked up the T-shirt.

It's the laundry bundles.

They dump it for the guys working through the night shift.

Clean overalls. Saves them coming all the way back to the plant.

Mm. Your truck is shipping out.

[man 2] Hey! What did you do?

Fuck a dog again?

[laughter]

Okay if I look around?

Okay, if you got a warrant.

Do I know you?

Yeah. [chuckles] Yeah, I do.

You kind of look like... Eddie Murphy.

[man laughs]

- Taillight's busted. - [man stops laughing]

Get it fixed.

[unsettling music playing]

[indistinct yelling]

[clattering]

[Edgar] I'm not hungry.

[Yuusuf] Got to eat, little man.

[man 1] Get off me!

[man 2] I'll kick your ass!

[sighs]

Whatcha doing down here, man?

I've seen you following me. Did you follow me?

Through the grill.

Don't you know it's dangerous down here?

You walked into hell.

That's where you are, little man.

- [banging] - [man 3] Hey! Get the fuck away from me!

[loud banging]

Hey! Shut the fuck up!

It's all right.

Like to draw, huh?

Who's the scary guy?

Got some big teeth on him.

- [inhales] - I'm gonna get you some real food.

Lock the door behind me. Hide real quiet.

Don't let in anyone but me, you understand?

All right, I'll be back. Do not go out there.

- [door opens] - It's dangerous.

[door closes, locks]

[breathing anxiously]

[door handle rattles]

[indistinct chatter]

- Do you have a reservation? - No.

[Jerry] I gotta find something for her. I...

- Vincent. - Jerry.

Ah, fuck it!

I'll have the cheeseburger followed by the lobster tail.

- You're gonna want to get us more wine. - [waiter] Yes, sir.

You remember Benji K and Artie.

This guy with a mouth like a cat's ass and Herman Munster there? No, I don't.

How do they get a free pass, Jerry?

They giving you more pussy and tail than Hefner does?

I hear he's a man who bears a grudge. You might wanna keep that quiet.

If you'll excuse me, gentlemen.

[Vincent] Do. Do excuse us, please, gentlemen.

[Jerry chuckles]

You've spoken to Lennie?

Every day for the last 15 years of my working life.

[Jerry] It's not personal.

It's nothing if not personal, Gerald.

This is why this is not sustainable anymore.

"Fuck you, Vincent. We'll take your ideas."

"While we do, do you mind if we fuck you up the ass?"

- You're shouting, Vincent. - You're goddamn right I am.

I should be fucking screaming!

[chatter stops]

Is it not enough... is it not enough that my son...

[inhales deeply]

...is gone, and you wanna take away the one remaining thing that's mine?

- Eric... - Is not for sale, Jerry.

A puppet is just a bag of glue and fur

until someone sticks their hand up its ass.

- Vincent! Vincent! - My hand!

Stop this right now.

[Vincent exhales] Right on cue! Hey, Dad.

You're going to stand up and walk out of here right now.

Put it down.

[Vincent breathing anxiously]

[chuckles] Who's the puppet now?

- Jerry. - Robert.

Vincent.

[Vincent sighs]

I appreciate how difficult a time this is,

but I've been in close contact with Commissioner Nelson,

and he reassures me that the NYPD are doing all they can.

Call off the cavalry.

The great Robert Anderson has looked through his Rolodex,

and all is good.

I've long tired of your acerbic wit and your revised narrative

that your childhood was so difficult.

I... You... you really wanna do this now?

- You were always on your own. - I was.

[chuckles]

Do you ever ask yourself the reason for that?

[sighs] Uh, yeah.

Uh, long work trips. Low sperm count.

You know, the hallmarks of a lonely, only child.

Emotional fragility of Anne Anderson, my mother, your wife,

which, combined with your aching lack of interest

in knowing either me or her, is kind of, you know...

Ah, I'm glad to see your sessions with Dr. Mason weren't wasted.

Ah, yeah, no. Dear Dr. Mason. No, he gave great prescriptions.

- The view from his office was spectacular. - Stop it!

- [Robert sighs] - [exhales]

Your mother thinks you would be best served back in rehab.

[Vincent splutters]

I... I... I don't have a problem.

- You smell of alcohol, Vincent. - I've lost my son.

Mm. You've smelled of alcohol for a long time.

I presume that's not the only substance you're ingesting?

[exhales sharply]

Well, you know, weed.

Vodka. A little bit of coke.

I heard it's great, but I'm holding off on crack, so...

If you go into rehab now, your mother and I will support you.

If you don't...

[Vincent exhales]

If I... if I don't?

Why are you shaking?

[inhales deeply]

'Cause you're scary.

Dad.

[sorrowful music playing]

[car engine starts]

- [man] Oh, Mush, where you going? - [door opens]

- No! Oh! - [door slams]

[Ronnie] Oh, Bug, I'm really going up now.

[man] Don't worry! It's great!

- [sighs] - Can you see the Statue of Liberty?

Is she waving?

Say bonjour!

[Ronnie] It's higher than I expected. Bug?

- Bug? - [man] I've got a plan.

[Cassie] I haven't watched it in a long time.

What happened to Bug? His hair used to be long, right?

Yeah, but all the kids are wearing it shorter now, so...

If you're looking for booze, I threw away all the bottles.

You called the police on me?

You lied to me, Vincent. What did you expect me to do?

Yeah, well, I don't know. Support me. Back me up.

Do you seriously think that I would fucking do that?

You think I would kill our son?

You know, Vincent, I don't know. I don't know anymore.

[Vincent] I do. I sure as hell do.

If you're looking for your vodka, you're not gonna find it.

[groans in frustration]

I met a woman today whose son has been gone since June.

- His name is Marlon Rochelle. - What does that have to do with anything?

I realized how angry I am at you.

[laughs bitterly] You're angry with me. That's fucking beautiful.

I want you to move out.

I've packed you a bag. There's... there's pants, some shirts.

You need a new winter coat. You've got gum in your ski jacket.

- Cassie. - It's not that I don't love you anymore.

It's that I can't. I'm just stripped inside. Empty.

[Vincent] I think I gotta just... [exhales]

I think I gotta just...

- Look, he's coming back. Okay? - Okay. Okay.

If he is, if he does,

then I've gotta be the best parent to him, and I can't do that with you.

And neither can you, okay?

Because there is this thing between us.

I don't know when it happened, but we have let go of each other,

and we let go of our son.

[exhales forcefully]

You're fucking someone else.

Yeah.

Who is it?

Who's the lucky guy getting all the cream? Fuck!

- I met him at school. - That fucking Spanish dude? That child?

He's Portuguese.

Oh, just great.

He's a wonderful man, actually. He's sweet.

- He works at the Sunshine Truck. He's... - The best!

The Sunshine Truck? So I pay his salary. No, I don't pay because it's a charity.

- He's doing it for nothing. A great guy. - He is a great guy!

He spent all night in the streets with me, handing out flyers.

Did he come here?

Has he been in this apartment? Did he meet Edgar? Does he know Edgar?

Yes, he's met Edgar a couple of times.

And, yes, he was here that morning after you left.

He came to make sure I was okay because we'd had another one

of our fucked-up, miserable nights together!

Maybe he took him.

[exhales]

What? He's stealing my fucking wife. Maybe he's stealing my child too.

- [Cassie sighs in frustration] - [sighs]

Vincent, give me a fucking break!

How many months... No.

Fuck that. How many years have I stood by and watched

while you fuck everything in sight?

Wake up. Okay? Wake up.

- This is happening. This is real. - [pills rattle]

- [exhales] - Look at you, huh?

Look at you! What are you doing?!

Our son is gone,

and all you're doing is getting wasted and building fucking puppets.

- [Eric grunts] - Eric is gonna help me find Edgar.

[sniffs, sighs]

Vincent, the police can't find Edgar.

The police can't find Edgar. You're talking about a puppet!

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Talking about a fucking puppet.

Oh my God. That's who you're talking to.

[exhales]

- Yeah, well, you got a better idea? - Oh my God.

The flyers aren't working, and fucking some dude who's 20 years younger...

Vincent, I'm pregnant.

[breathing anxiously]

What...

And... and... and it's his, right?

Yes, it's his.

- I know, I didn't think... - [exhales] Wow.

[Vincent sniffs]

[sighs]...it would happen after Edgar. We never...

[sighs deeply]

Well, hopefully, I won't be the oldest mom on the playground.

[Vincent chuckles bitterly]

[inhales]

- It's wild, huh? - Yeah, yeah. Pretty... pretty wild. Uh...

No, you're... you're... you're a good mom.

You're... you're a great mom. Any kid should be so lucky to...

Look, I'm gonna go out, and I'm gonna find our kid,

and I'm... I'm gonna bring him back alive, so...

Yeah.

[tearfully] You should go down and see his drawings on George's wall.

They're so... They're beautiful!

I don't know how we made such a gorgeous child when you and I are...

Ssh...

[Cassie sighs]

Fuck you.

[breathing deeply]

[sighs]

[mysterious music playing]

[indistinct yelling]

[train cars rattling]

[sniffs, exclaims in disgust]

[man] Crazy fuck!

♪ On the blue moon, I saw you ♪

♪ So soon you'll take me ♪

♪ Up in your arms, too late to beg you ♪

♪ Or cancel it, though I know it must be ♪

♪ The killing time ♪

♪ Unwillingly mine... ♪

- Hey, you got it? - [sighs]

- Don't take it all at once, okay? - Thank you.

[TJ] Raya, get over here.

You got my money yet?

Yeah. It's coming. It's coming.

You got till the end of the week, so find a way to pay.

'Cause your ho days are over.

Don't worry, I'm working on it. Yeah, I heard you like 'em young?

What?

Now I got you interested.

What do you got for me, Raya?

You'll see.

You gotta stop taking double portions, all right?

I'm just hungry, man.

Driving your bargains again, Raya? Hmm?

[scoffs]

Deal with the devil. Devil always wants paying back.

- [melancholy music playing] - What do you care, you fucking wino?

Look at yourself.

Every day. That's why I know.

Only thing you'll find at the bottom is yourself.

[coughs]

[Cripp] Commissioner Nelson, I'll see what I can do.

Bye.

[sighs] What the fuck?

Fucking Costello takes a grilling on TV this morning,

and somehow, the NYPD are pulled into city hall shit.

I got Nelson drilling down hard.

And now Renata's joining in on the fucking action.

Spouting off to the press.

[sighs]

You talk to the garbage guy?

Yeah.

He said he could've got confused.

You know, I don't know, there's something. Just a... a feeling he was being squeezed.

- He might break if I bring him in. - I can't do much with a feeling.

You still trawling through that list?

- We pulled in a couple of guys. - Yeah, what?

You got a retired senator,

a handful of deadbeat salesmen from Wyoming,

and a C-list actor whose career was already on the wane?

And I said this before. I'll say it again.

You are wasting time and resources putting Marlon Rochelle on that board.

- It's my case, Cripp. - Yes, it is.

But you start trawling back through the past,

pulling up long-past raids.

Look, I admire your diligence. I do.

But we did our job closing down the Sierra nightclub.

But I defer to you 'cause I'm just captain of the ship.

And Missing Persons is all my problem, huh?

- [approaching footsteps] - Yes, it is.

Tina, you keep him up late last night? Something's got his blood up.

- [telephone ringing] - Mm, not too late.

Missing Persons. It...

[Tina sighs]

Renata on the line.

For fuck's sake.

Do what you like, Ledroit, but time is ticking.

Renata. Twice in two days.

Okay. Thank you.

Fucking bitch. [sighs]

She's had a call from Marlon Rochelle's mother.

[door closes]

I spoke to Dana.

10:00 tonight. Right after her shift. You can ride the subway with her.

Thank you, Tina. I appreciate that.

I got a cousin who's queer.

[pensive music playing]

Sierra files on your desk, Mikey.

Someone sent 'em back to Archive, but I pulled them again for you.

[ominous music playing]

[Ledroit] "Promoting prostitution."

This is gonna be a long night.

Press is whipping up a storm.

[Robert] Just a reaction to a negative interview.

You have to show you are giving as well as taking.

- Counteract the shit they print. - [Costello] I know.

[inhales] I know you're right,

and that's why, with your much-appreciated support,

city hall has made a large donation to the Good Day Sunshine Charity.

I'm speaking at their event next week and hoping to build a little more support.

We need to be seen as working on behalf of the whole city.

Working for the benefit of all New Yorkers, of course.

The Hudson Sanitation Company will orchestrate the cleanup program,

but... Richie's concerned.

[Robert] It's a handful of journalists throwing their toys out of the crib.

I know.

You gotta take the heat out of this. Align the aspirations of the few

with the aspirations of the many.

Decent people don't feel safe on our streets.

[Bruno] That's what I'm talking about, Richie. Show me one New Yorker

who's not gonna thank you for moving crackheads off their stoop.

[Robert] We move in and flush these hobos out

and bring the neighborhood up again.

[Bruno] We need to move quick. What are you waiting around for?

My men are ready. Let's do it tomorrow night.

You don't got any problem with that, do you?

Plus, when those storm drains fill up,

those slum dwellings are a fucking death trap.

There'll be hundreds of dead bodies on the streets of New York.

The public will be screaming for us to clean 'em up.

Cleanup is perhaps the wrong word. I'd go with restore.

Key is, you bus these people out.

- Commissioner Nelson wants this done now. - [knock at door]

- Keep them from public view. - [door opens]

[woman] Mr. Di Bari, you have a call. Line four.

[brooding music playing]

Yeah.

[man] The shipment's come in, and

we have got a problem.

Cops have been down asking questions.

[Bruno] Then deal with it.

Shut it down.

[tense music playing]

[exclaims angrily]

[man] Everyone's working late! This goes out tonight!

Everything all right?

All good.

[music fades]

[Vincent breathing anxiously]

[Vincent groans]

[Vincent sighs wearily]

You locked out again?

[George] Hmm.

[objects clattering]

[exhales]

[Vincent] You have kids?

Mm, older than you now.

One lives in Jackson.

The other in Atlanta.

You see 'em?

No.

- I prays for 'em though. - Oh.

Do you mind if I...

Sorry, I'll get you some more.

Been in pretty dark places myself. [chuckles]

I was locked up inside for a crime I did not commit.

[George sniffs]

That's me and every other bunkmate I had for 16 years.

You gotta manage it.

The darkness.

Don't let it take you.

[grunts]

I know nothing about you, George.

[George] Hmm.

Never even been down here.

Yet, Edgar...

Life is, uh,

three-quarters curiosity.

- Your boy, he had that and some. - [both chuckle]

I used to see y'all race up them stairs.

He wanted to win so bad,

but you'd always beat him.

Same as my daddy.

- [poignant music playing] - He always had to win.

Can you show me Edgar's drawings, please?

[exhales]

[breathing anxiously]

- [George] Pretty, ain't it? - [Vincent breathing anxiously]

[George] Hmm?

Wait, wait.

I know this.

I know what this is.

[panting]

It's a map. It's a map.

[exclaims indistinctly]

Mr. Wilson.

[music fades]

Hey.

You caught me.

I was doing a... month's worth of work in a week.

[both chuckle]

[sighs, sniffs]

I'm afraid that Vincent's not here, so...

I didn't come for Vincent.

[Lennie] Uh...

We've actually met before.

Yeah? Yeah.

[inhales]

The other night?

The Sierra nightclub.

'79.

They let me off with a warning.

- People don't know about that around here. - I just wanna ask a few questions.

[Lennie sighs]

[Lennie] O... okay.

[Lennie exhales forcefully]

You've known Edgar for a few years, yeah?

His whole life. Yes.

- [Ledroit] Mm. - I built a corner over there for his crib.

Were you ever alone with him?

No! No, no!

I mean, yes. [splutters]

From time to time.

Holy shit.

You think... [chuckles] Oh.

Uh, uh, uh.

[softly] Oh my God. You think that I'm...

Listen to me right now.

I... I love kids, okay?

I love Edgar, okay?

Okay, that's, um... Oh, wow.

[sighs]

I can't. I have to...

I gotta get this puppet done in a few days.

- [Ledroit] Okay. - [sighs]

Uh, I've seen you down at The Lux.

Yeah, great. I've seen you there too.

[Lennie sniffs]

Do you recognize him?

Marlon Rochelle?

- He lived a few blocks from there. - He's young.

[Ledroit] Fourteen.

No. I don't know. I don't...

No.

[sighs]

You like it there?

At The Lux?

Yeah, it's really fun. Lots of fun people there.

You think any of those people will recognize him?

[Lennie sighs]

No. I... I don't know.

- [unsettling music playing] - [Ledroit] Think harder.

[Lennie inhales deeply]

I just need a name.

Just a name.

[sighs]

Ricardo.

He's always down by the basketball courts near The Lux.

- Okay. - He's there most mornings.

Thank you.

[metallic bang]

[disco music playing]

[Gator] Hey! Another bottle.

Hello? Another bottle. Table five. Is Ricardo in?

I don't know.

Think he's with someone.

Hey!

Want some fun tonight?

[inaudible]

[ominous music playing]

[man] Misha, I'm going to buy the boys beer after a long night.

Wanna tag along?

[Misha] Gotta feed my dog.

You sure about that?

One beer.

[Misha] Okay, one beer.

[indistinct conversation]

Thank you for meeting me, Mrs. Nokes.

Dana.

I know you pulled him and Cal in at some club.

I know that.

'Cause he was angry about it when he got home.

He gets like that, you know? Flips a switch and then he just...

Did you ever hear him talk about 8?

No. Got the call from Kimberly, Cal's wife, late the next night.

I just knew.

The way he was talking, comforting her.

Saying the right words. Saying his heart was broken, but...

he was relieved.

"Relieved"?

- What? - Relieved he was dead.

Worked together the last ten years.

Then puts the phone down and goes back to watching TV.

Like...

That's why I asked him about the car. It's, um, a new car.

Only now it's got a dent in the bumper and scuffed paint.

That's, um... that's all I can say.

But I know he didn't like it, whatever Cal said.

Is that enough to put him away?

[pensive music playing]

Police car. Okay, Edgar.

[exhales]

[distant siren wailing]

Number plate. What is it? 338...

Vincent?

Yeah?

[Vincent panting]

It's a map.

Edgar's drawing in the basement, it's a map.

Look, can't you see? It's obvious.

Okay.

Vincent, you don't look so good.

[sighs] Life gives you lemons. What can you do?

I'm gonna find him... using this map.

Yes.

Come on upstairs. I'll make you some coffee.

- Come on. - I don't want coffee.

You think I've gone mad. Well, that's fine.

That's just... That's fine.

Those who close their eyes are truly blind. You'll see.

- Vincent. - I'll make you see.

- [stirring music playing] - Gonna make this happen. Got a new plan.

New plan!

[thunder rumbling]

[sighs]

[groans]

[ominous music playing]

[grunts]

[groans]

[kicks can, groans]

[music fades]

Tina, go on home.

- It's late. - [Tina] How'd it go with Dana?

[Ledroit] Yeah, fine.

Tina, where are my tapes?

I left 'em...

[Ledroit sighs]

Cripp was asking for 'em. I said they'd already gone to Archives.

You might wanna keep 'em at home.

[approaching footsteps]

[eerie music playing]

[telephone ringing]

Missing Persons. Detective Ledroit.

I...

William Elliot.

- [woman] Are you family? - [inhales sharply]

No.

[woman] Mm-hmm.

Elliot.

[brooding music playing]

He's dead.

His sister is here. Room 517.

[poignant music playing]

[door opens]

[sniffles]

They won't let me touch him.

[tearfully] They say I can't touch him.

[woman sobs]

[unsettling music playing]

[man] Next time you talk to the cops, your dog dies!

[men laughing, jeering]

[barge horn blares]

[grunts]

[man] Hey! Out of the way.

[intriguing music playing]

[Vincent] Attaboy.

Hey, bozo, are you ignoring me?

[Vincent] Fired you already?

Those assholes. Artistic differences.

- I could've told you that'd happen. - [grunts]

Where'd that guy go?

[Eric grunts]

[stirring music playing]

- [grunts] - Fire extinguisher.

It's on Edgar's map.

Fuck 'em. Prove 'em wrong.

Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

[banging on door]

[Edgar gasps]

[Raya] Yuusuf. Yuusuf, come on. We split everything. That's what we do.

Not anymore. And quit doing your shit around the kid.

[banging on door]

[Raya] You think they'll give you the money even if you take him back?

They don't give rewards to people like us.

Not listening, Raya.

[Raya] The cops will cuff you as soon as you get there.

My plan works.

[scoffs] Yeah, your plan. Right.

[Raya] Yuusuf! Come on!

Go pay your debts off some other way.

[Raya] Fuck you! Might just do that.

Not bad, little man.

Who's that?

That's your dad?

Y'all fight?

Used to fight with my dad... all the time, man.

- He hits you? - [Edgar] No.

Words are just as bad.

That your mom?

- What's she like? - [Edgar] She's nice.

She has brown eyes and thick brown hair.

[poignant music playing]

- Your mom and dad fight? - A lot.

Man, if you wanna get away from trouble, why you come down here?

[Edgar] I like the way you tag.

That's why you followed me down?

[chuckles] Huh?

Crazy little man.

[TJ] Where's the wino?

[Raya] Making mischief somewhere. We're working on a project.

Project? What? You guys hustling on Wall Street now?

[menacing music playing]

[Raya] I got a kid for all your deviants

in your little black book.

A promise made is a debt unpaid.

[Raya] Just you wait. You know they love fresh meat.

♪ Looka yonder! ♪

♪ Looka yonder! ♪

[grunts]

♪ Looka yonder! ♪

♪ A big, black cloud come ♪

♪ A big, black cloud come ♪

♪ Yeah, come to Tupelo ♪

♪ Come to Tupelo ♪

♪ Yonder on the horizon ♪

♪ Yonder on the horizon ♪

♪ Stopped at the mighty river ♪

♪ Stopped at the mighty river ♪

♪ Sucked the damn thing dry ♪

♪ Sucked the damn thing dry ♪

♪ Tupelo ♪

♪ Oh, Tupelo ♪

♪ In a valley hides a town called Tupelo ♪

♪ Distant thunder rumble ♪

♪ Distant thunder rumble ♪

♪ Rumble hungry like the Beast ♪

♪ The Beast, it cometh, cometh down ♪

♪ The Beast, it cometh, cometh down ♪

♪ The Beast, it cometh, cometh down ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

- ♪ Tupelo bound ♪ - ♪ Tupelo ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Oh, Tupelo ♪

♪ The Beast, it cometh Tupelo bound ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Oh, Tupelo ♪

[song fades]