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- You gave the order.

- Let me watch.

- Come on.

It's okay.

- No, stop it.

Stop it.

Get off!

I said friends only!

- Hey!

No means no, pal.

- Yo, watch the movie, old man.

- Fucking jerk.

- Where are you going?

Hey!

Yo, sit down!

Bitch!

- Hey, Cassanova.

- Do we have a fucking problem?

- I don't have a problem.

Apparently, you have a hearing problem.

Have a good night, pal.

- Yo, I feel like you're trying to fuck with me.

- No, I'm not trying to fuck with you.

I just want to get home.

You should do the same.

You might want to take six months

before you jerk off unless you're a lefty.

Fuck.

See, now you can't jerk off anymore.

I hope you have friends.

You always take no for an answer.

If someone says no, you back off, okay?

- Okay, okay!

Ronald, you have health insurance?

- Yeah.

- Do you know where the closest ER is?

- Yeah.

- Do you need a ride there?

- No. - Can you drive yourself?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Oh.

Hey, hon.

Um, I saw you called earlier, but I was at an old movie

and I didn't want to pick up and be that guy.

Um, but here I am calling you back anyway.

Hey, I've been wanting to tell ya,

one of my boys made it to the Olympics.

I get to go back as a coach this time.

I know, it's really something else, huh?

All right.

Well, call me back anytime.

Um, let's get lunch.

Um, it's your dad, by the way.

Hi, honey.

Did you get my voicemail?

- Harry Sumner?

This is Chuck Monaghan.

I'm a detective with the Los Angeles Police Department.

I'm the one that called you a couple of hours ago

from your daughter's phone.

- Why do you have my daughter's phone?

- I'm sorry, Mister Sumner.

Your daughter's phone was found at a crime scene.

She's in serious condition at the hospital.

The man that did this to your daughter

was just taken into custody.

We got him.

The name's Johnny McCoy.

Do you know him?

Does that name sound familiar?

- No.

- We think he might have been dating your daughter.

I'll give you a minute.

- Mister McCoy, I find you to be a cold and cynical person,

and I can only hope that for the rest of your life,

you will think of Jennifer Sumner

and what you took from her.

I hope you will think about the family

that she will never have,

of the dreams she will never achieve,

of the children she will never get to raise.

You are a danger to society, and we need to keep predators

like you from harming the Jennifer Sumners of the world.

For the crime of kidnapping and murder

in the second degree, I hereby sentence you

to spend the rest of your life in a California State Prison.

Goodbye, Mister McCoy.

Please remove Mister McCoy from the courtroom.

- Yeah?

- Mister Sumner, I just got off the clock,

and I just wanted to see how you were doing.

- I'm fine.

- I know you refused counseling,

but I'd like to encourage you to talk to someone.

- No need.

Justice was served, right?

- It certainly doesn't feel like that way, does it?

- Well, you did a good job, Detective.

That's, uh, that's all you can ask.

- I'm not sure why I called ya.

I'm probably just making it worse.

- Uh, have a great life, Detective.

Thank you for all your all of your hard work.

- Goodbye, sir.

- All right.

Okay.

Reset.

Let's go again.

Come on, now.

Come on!

All right.

Break.

What'd you think?

- I think you should consider track.

- So, like, I need more stamina or something?

- More like track instead of wrestling.

Shit.

- Coach Sumner?

- What is it, Miss Matson?

- Can I talk to you?

- Yeah, what?

- Well, I was thinking that I don't want to train

with all the weak links anymore.

- Uh, the weak links?

- Yeah.

I want to train with Esparza or Harris

so I can really be challenged.

- Why would I want those boys to be training

with some someone your size?

Just using your logic here.

- Well, then how am I supposed to get better?

- Maybe just rethink your extracurricular activities.

Do it for the team.

Or try out for track.

A lot of girls on the track team.

- Wow.

Do you have to be a sexist pig like all of 'em?

At least look down while you're taking a shit!

- What?

- Yeah.

Everyone looks at their shit, right?

You can at least look at me when you're dumping on me!

- Uh-huh.

- You know what?

Screw this.

And screw you!

- Come on, Daddy.

Bring it.

- You got cocky.

Get up!

You okay, Coach?

- Yeah, just give me a minute.

- No, you're done.

- I said I need a minute.

- And I said you're done.

- I pay you for an hour.

It's, it's only been a half an hour.

- No, no, no.

You pay me per hour.

It doesn't mean I gotta whoop your ass for the full hour.

- Eh.

- What kind of person would I be?

- Well, let me help you off your high horse, Princess.

You're a good for nothing nobody.

- Ooh, I likey when you talk dirty to me.

- Oh, yeah.

You're a loser from a long line of losers.

- Jab, jab.

Jab.

One, two.

One, two.

One, two, jab.

Up here.

One, two.

Good.

Good.

- You're a has been if there ever was.

- Nice!

- Yeah.

- Hi, Mom.

- Hey, baby.

Why don't you come sit with us?

- Uh, no, thank you.

- Did you get me something to eat?

- No.

- Babe, she just home from school.

- There's a fuckin' Pollo Loco, like,

two blocks from her fucking school!

- Babe, she's tired.

- I'm fuckin' starvin'!

- What, your little legs don't work?

- What the fuck did I say?

- Have you ever heard of knocking?

- Um, hey, uh, why do you always have

to talk to me like that?

- Don't touch me.

- I'm talking to you.

- What?

- You know none of this shit is, well, for free, right?

You ought to be nicer to me once in a while.

- Or what?

- Jeez.

I swear, if I was your daddy-

- But you're not, okay?

Because my mom would never marry

a pathetic loser like-

- Watch your fucking mouth!

Bitch!

- What the fuck happened?

- He just hit me!

- You fuckin' sucker punched me!

- Because you hit me first!

Twice!

Mom, he can't be doing this!

I'm gonna call the cops on you!

- You hit my daughter?

- I was just trying to talk to her and she's fucking cussing

at me in my own fucking house!

- This is not a house.

We don't even own milk!

- Well, if you don't fucking like it,

you can get the fuck out of here!

- I will! - Tom!

- That goes for you too, bitch!

- What did I do?

- Fucking teach this bitch some fucking manners!

Shit!

- What did you do, Catia?

- What did I do?

- Stop picking fights with Tom.

How many times have I told you?

Why are you doing this to me?

- Do you think I like living like this?

- Do you think I do?

- Well, I don't see you doing anything about it.

- What do you want me to do, Catia?

I'm 45 and I don't even have a high school diploma.

What am I supposed to do?

- We'll, we'll, we'll figure it out.

I can work.

I'll work.

- Catia, I need you to focus on finishing high school

and getting along with Tom.

I don't want you to have the same-

- No.

No, Mommy, you don't get it.

You're just waiting for...

You know what?

Never mind.

If you want to stay, stay, but I'm out of here.

- Oh, God.

Not again.

I don't have time for your drama.

- Good night, Coach. - Good night, now.

- You all right?

- Yeah, fine.

- Hey, I'm just making sure I don't have

to call the paramedics.

- Call me when you're 57, you prick.

Tell me how your knees feel.

- Fair enough.

Well, I'll be happy to beat

that ass some more tomorrow night.

- Yeah, fuck you.

- Good night.

- Good night, now.

Is that you, Miss Matson?

- What do you want?

- What's in that big bag?

- It's a dead body.

- Unusual.

Whose body is it?

- It's my mom's boyfriend.

His name is Tom, and he's a dickhead.

- Well, then I guess he had it coming.

- Yeah.

I'm gonna dump him by the LA River,

then I'm hitchhiking up to Alaska.

Are you heading that way, by any chance?

'Cause if you're not, you can just leave.

I've had enough of men for one day.

- Did you eat dinner?

I've been doing this a long time.

Everybody's parents are a pain in the ass.

- She always blames me for everything.

Everything I do is always my fault,

and then she never believes me.

Like, no matter what I say.

And if I complain, I get a fist on the face.

What am I supposed to do?

- Well, I think you ought to try and lie more.

- Lie?

- Sometimes you have to tell people what they want to hear.

When you rub their ego a little bit

and you're no longer a threat, and, um,

their shield tends to come down.

You know, at that point, then you can try

and make 'em see your point of view.

You can also avoid confrontation altogether if you just,

you know, lie a little.

Maybe don't go in all confrontational right off, right?

That never works.

- Yeah.

I guess.

- Where's your real dad?

- I never met him.

I never really wanted to.

I just can't wait to be an adult just

to do whatever the hell I want, you know?

- Yeah, except when you're an adult,

you don't have time to do all the things you want to do,

so there's that.

- Who's that girl in the picture?

- What picture?

- The one on your desk.

She's pretty.

- Ah, that's Jenny, my daughter.

- Where does she go?

- She no longer goes to school.

She died.

- I'm sorry, I knocked her picture over.

Coach, also, I wanted to ask you.

Do you think I could stay over at your place tonight?

- What? - Sleep over?

- No, of course not.

- Why not?

- I could give you a whole list.

- Top three?

- Well, you're, uh, what, 16?

I'm 57.

Uh, you're a student, I'm a coach at your school.

Uh, and we're not even related.

It's not appropriate.

Look, listen, kid, I, I gotta go now, and, um, you know,

the way I see it, I got two choices.

I can drop you at your house, or I can drop you

at the police station where you can file a police report,

which is what I suggest.

So pick one.

- I can't believe it.

Thanks, I guess.

- The last thing you want to do is to pick a fight with one

of these people.

- We have a legal obligation

to report any suspicions of abuse, don't we?

- Is he sexually abusing her?

- Not that she mentioned.

- Sounds more like a domestic issue between the parents.

Harry, I know doing the right thing feels good

at the beginning, and we can go ahead and submit a report,

but if you end up in court,

then everyone knows your name and where you live.

- So because you're a chicken shit,

she has to duck jabs at home?

- Do you want to file a report?

Go ahead.

Then come back and see me in a month.

Let me know how it went.

Pick your fights, Harry.

- I will "Doctor."

Doctor.

Really, I never got that.

- I have a Ph.D. in English.

- And that makes you a doctor?

- I earned the title.

- I wouldn't even let you check my temperature.

Gets under there.

All right, next.

Give it a shot.

I had to mark you down as absent.

What happened?

- I quit, remember?

- You didn't have to quit.

- You're the one that told me to.

- But I didn't think you were actually gonna go do it.

Usually people just ignore my advice.

What happened to your face?

- Well, um, let me see.

Let's break this down.

Um, last night, you took me back to Tom's house,

and what do you think happened there?

- But I gave you a choice.

- And who are you to give me choices?

- Good.

One, two.

Jab.

Tap!

- Ah, fuck you!

- Tap!

I'm gonna break your arm.

- Ah, break it, then.

- Tap! - No!

What the hell's wrong with you, you pussy?

I had a plan.

- The fuck I had a plan, man.

I should've broke your arm.

Taking pain doesn't make you better, man.

It makes you fucking stupid.

- Come on, you ready?

Let's go.

Come on.

I'm ready. - Fuck off!

- Aw, come on.

You done? - Go home.

- That's all you got?

Twat too sore?

Come on, man.

Bring it.

Bring it.

You got any more?

Fuck you.

- What's up?

- What's up, man?

Yeah.

Yeah, I got it.

You have a good night, man.

Coach!

What'chu doing here, man?

- What's going on?

- Aw, nothing.

You know, just making, uh, some disposable cash.

- You need money?

I'll pay you more money.

- No, no, Coach.

I'm good.

Really.

Besides, I already feel guilty as it is

beating your ass every night, taking your money.

- What are you selling?

- You, um, you think I'm selling drugs?

- Well, I'm a high school coach.

I can't be around certain things, bro.

Come with me, man.

I want to show you something.

- What's that?

- Martin's Mobile Security Shop.

You see, a lot of the guys, they work security, so they come

to me for the goods.

No tax, faster than Amazon.

- That's very enterprising of you.

- Thank you.

Can I interest you

in a rape whistle?

Hmm?

- I gotta go.

- All right, Coach.

Good night.

- And then there's Alaska.

Alaska wants to wel-

wide open spaces.

- Fucking door!

- Can't you get it yourself?

Coach Sumner.

- Miss Matson.

Is your mom home?

- Uh, she's working till 11.

- May I come in?

- Who is it?

- It's my school coach.

- Coach!

What'd you do?

- Nothing!

- What did this bitch do?

- Is there a store close by that's open?

- There's a 7-11.

- Seven, um, you want anything from 7-11?

- Buffalo wings would be good.

- A dozen? - Sure.

- All right.

I'll tell you what.

Here, you take this, get him his wings,

and if you want something to eat or drink,

just help yourself.

- Okay. - Yeah.

Um, oh, also, a little bottle of ibuprofen or Tylenol.

Tom, I'm just gonna be straight with ya.

I don't want you to get the wrong idea, okay?

Nobody from the school knows I'm here,

which is probably for the better.

I just want to ask you, you know, man to man,

stop hitting that kid.

You're a big guy.

You know better.

It's just a kid.

You know what would happen if I reported any of this?

You could be in some serious legal trouble.

- I think you ought to mind

your own fuckin' business, Coachy.

- You're right.

Absolutely.

The whole drive over here, I kept telling myself that,

over and over, but, uh, but here I am.

- Get the fuck out of my house.

- Help me out here.

I think we can make a deal.

You promise not to touch that kid again,

and I'll promise not to ever come break your left arm.

- Are you threatening me?

- That depends.

Are you recording this conversation?

- No.

- Then yes, I am.

- Now when you say you want to break my left arm,

what's gonna happen to my right arm?

- What I meant was before I leave tonight,

I'm definitely breaking your right arm.

It's nothing personal.

I just want to make sure you know

I'm not blowing smoke up your ass.

Yeah.

I'm not that kind of person.

- You wanna break my right arm?

- That's what I was thinking.

- Well, come on, I dare you.

Now, that's a binding agreement.

- Motherfucker! - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Here, let me get this.

Oh, yeah.

Frozen peas.

It's a classic.

Put that on there for about 20 minutes.

Maybe Scotch tape it on there

so you can drive yourself to the ER.

That's already starting to swell.

- Fuck you!

- Oh, Miss Matson.

All right, all right.

Here we go.

Um, hey, Tom.

I'm gonna help you rearrange the furniture a little later.

Oh, here.

Enjoy your wings.

See ya at school, kiddo. - Um, the-

- Oh, the ibuprofen.

Yeah, that's for him, too.

- What just happened?

- Your fuckin' soccer coach broke my fucking arm!

- He's my wrestling coach.

- Fuckin' now you tell me!

Now I gotta go to the fuckin' hospital!

- Do you want this?

- Yeah, give me the fucking ibuprofen.

Shit.

Ow!

Fuck!

I fuckin' can't open this shit!

- There you go.

Like that.

Drag to near side.

You watching, Miss Matson?

Come down, go across to the ground.

Step in.

Why don't, Why don't you give it a try?

How are you today, Miss Matson?

- Never slept better.

- All right.

Chris, come on.

Here we go, when she crosses.

Based on the change.

That's where you cut across.

That's it.

Yes.

That's good.

- Coach Sumner.

Can I have a minute?

- Right, keep working.

Saul, can you step in?

Give them two more sets.

What is it?

- Mister Sumner? - Yeah?

- Do you know Thomas Kincade?

- I don't think so.

- Thomas Kincade filed a police report stating that you came

to his house last night and broke his arm.

- Oh, that Tom.

- We would like to take your statement down at the station.

- You happy, Doctor?

Right now?

All right, Saul, take class.

- Okay, on your feet.

Rapid fire drill.

On three.

- Hey.

Hey, Sergio.

What's up? - What's up, Tommy?

What's going on?

- Uh, well, uh,

I just came back from the ER.

I broke my fuckin' arm.

This motherfucker tried to get smart with me

and I had to kick his fucking ass,

but I broke my arm, but I'm good.

- Shit.

Yo, did you think about that thing I told you?

I could, like, solve all your problems, yo, and,

uh, get you some cash, as well.

Almost like a genie.

- Yeah, yeah.

About that, uh, I don't think so.

It's too risky.

- Come on, yo.

I'm talking about 10 grand up front, cash on hand,

and the auction's in a couple days,

and I'm, I'm really fucking dry.

- Uh, hey, oh, uh, uh, hol, hol, hold on.

Hold on.

Hey, hey, uh, yo, Sergio, um, uh, I got another call.

I'll call you back later.

Well, hello.

Are you calling to apologize?

- What did you do, Tom?

- What?

- I think my coach just got arrested.

- Ah, yeah.

Well, he committed a crime.

- What did you do?

- I called the cops.

- Please don't do this.

- Do what?

It's already happened.

- Come on!

- Did you see my fuckin' arm?

- If you don't drop the charges,

I'm telling my mom you've been fucking Lucy!

- Who, Who told you that shit?

- I'm gonna tell her. - Tell her.

I, I don't give a fuck.

- I am gonna tell her.

- I'll pick you up in 20 minutes,

and we can go fuckin' tell her together.

- You're so full of shit, Tom!

- I'll pick you up in 20 minutes,

and I'll drive you to her.

- I'll be outside.

- All right.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Yo, Sergio.

- Yo!

- 10 grand up front?

- As advertised, my boy.

- All right.

I'll see you in about an hour.

- Yo.

- Detective Monaghan.

- I'm still here.

I must say, I was a little surprised

to hear your name come out of Mister Kincade's mouth.

- Yeah.

- I'm sorry we have to meet under these circumstances.

I understand you two had an altercation?

- Eh, you might call it a business disagreement.

- Did you break his arm?

- I did.

- Why?

- Catia Matson, she comes to school with bruises.

- Did you report it?

- Tried to.

- And?

- What am I looking at?

- Felony assault, 10 years.

- Okay.

- This kid, Catia, did she talk to you about the bruises?

- She's the one that told me the details.

- Hold on.

Jones, can you do me a favor?

Go back into the high school and ask the front desk

to see Catia Matson.

How old is she?

- Uh, sophomore.

- She's in 10th grade.

Check her for bruises, get her mother's information,

and bring them both down to the station as soon as you can.

Thanks.

- How have you been?

- Oh, up and down like anybody, I suppose.

How about you?

How have you been doing?

- Are you gonna arrest me?

- Well, let me speak to the kid Catia,

and then I'll talk to the mother.

So, I'd appreciate if you could stay away

from Mister Kincade's house for the time being

while I sort this mess out.

You think you can do that for me?

- I got no plans to go back there.

- Okay.

- May come in a little bit heavier.

Will that have a detrimental effect on his performance?

There's only one way to find out, ladies and gentlemen.

This fight has me on tenterhooks.

- Hello, Detective.

- Harry, did you happen to hear from, or see Miss Matson

when you went back to school?

- I did not.

- She didn't show up for school, and, uh,

I was just hoping you might know something.

Okay, thanks.

- No worries.

- Where did she go?

- What the fuck you doing here?

- I sure am glad I caught you at home.

I'm terribly sorry about what happened.

I'm kind of going through a rough patch, and I lose control.

- I figured you would be in the slammer.

- Well, you know how the system is, you know.

Long investigation, blah, blah, blah.

I mean, I'm, all that.

I was hoping you could just, um, cut me some slack here.

- Oh, cut you some slack?

- Well-

- No, you fucked with the wrong guy.

- Well, I am awfully sorry.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I bet you are.

- Yeah.

I mean, it's...

All right, here's the deal.

I, I was dealing with this whole other, uh, you know, I,

I was just hoping I could help with the hospital bill.

- You're gonna pay for that and a lot more.

- Yeah, how much?

- How much what?

- How much do you want to make like none

of this ever happened?

I was thinking five grand, um, and then, I don't know,

maybe, like, half of the hospital bill.

- 25 grand.

- Oh, come on, Tom.

You know I'm just a high school coach.

I don't have that kind of money.

- I'll fuckin' see you in court.

- No, wait.

Ha, Hang on.

Maybe I can, uh, uh, I suppose I can withdraw

from my retirement account, but that'd be tomorrow.

It'll take a minute.

I do have the five grand here.

- I ain't dropping any charges until

I see 25 grand.

- Oh, okay.

It's just that I, I, I can write you a check tonight,

uh, for that five grand, and get you the rest later.

The thing is, I don't have a pen.

You have a pen?

- Yeah, I got a pen.

- Yeah.

- No funny business. - No.

I really feel bad.

- Hey

I got three grand right here tonight if you want it.

Just I just need that pen if you got it.

I told you I didn't want to have

to break your left arm too.

Where is she?

- I don't fucking know!

Come on! - Oh, my God!

- Where'd you take her?

- Who are you?

- I'm your daughter's coach.

Do you know where she is right now?

- Tom said she ran away again!

- Where did you take her?

- I don't fu, I don't fucking know!

- How is-

- What was she doing in the back of your car?

- How is he supposed to know where she is?

Where's my daughter?

What did you do to my daughter?

- Go on, say it.

- I'm sorry!

- You bastard!

What did you do to her?

Fucking bastard!

What did you do to her?

- It's all right.

You got eight more, Tom.

Go ahead and take your time.

- Coach.

A little bit early in the morning for you now, isn't it?

- I need to buy a few things from you.

- What do you need? - Show me what you got.

- Voila.

- Look at that.

Oh, God.

Oh, my fuckin' arm's hurt, man.

I need a fuckin' doctor, man.

- Come on.

- Aw, aw, man.

I'm not fuckin' around.

Please!

My fuckin' arm's, I feel

like I'm gonna pass out.

- Well, if you're gonna be a big baby about it.

- Come on, man. - There we go.

I got these when I pinched a nerve.

You want one?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Do you think it matters that they're expired?

- No, man.

I'm fuckin' about to pass out.

- Well, I was taking two or three, and these are expired.

You think that makes it weaker or stronger?

- Weaker.

I'll take...

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

- You know?

Yeah, why don't we do that?

I was taking two or three.

How about, how about four?

- No, no.

Six.

- There you go.

- Water.

Water.

- Oh, yeah.

Hang on.

I don't have any water.

Every dog remembers where his bones are buried.

There you go.

- Come on.

- Ah, that's enough.

- No, come on.

Come on, please.

Please, please.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

That, that's...

- No, come on!

- You're fine.

The whole bottle.

- Come on.

- Yo, Tom!

What the fuck, dawg?

You look like shit, bro.

- Step back. - Whoa.

What the fuck, Tom?

- Back the fuck up!

Come on, get up. - Tom, yo, dawg!

Yo, whoa, whoa, yo!

- Don't move.

Is anybody else here?

- No, man.

Listen, I didn't do anything wrong.

You guys are kind of fuckin' scaring me here.

Fuck.

- You know, Sergio, I'm in kind of a rush.

I have a few questions.

If you answer these questions-

- Fuck, man.

- You won't get your finger broke.

You lie to me, you will.

- Yo.

Hey, man.

Tom, what the fuck is this, yo?

Tom, what is going on, man?

- Tom brought you a girl named Catia.

Where is she?

- Yo, you can't do this, man.

You, I'm not gonna show you.

Cops can't do this!

This is excessive force, man!

Fuck!

- Yeah.

Where is she?

- Fuck, man!

She's long gone, all right?

Okay, she's in Las Vegas.

She's in Las Vegas. - Why Vegas?

- I don't know.

I don't, I don't,

I don't know.

I don't know.

- Who are they? - Ah!

Stop!

- Who are they? - Stop!

- Look, man.

I'm just a recruiter.

I take them to Barstow, and then they do the rest.

- What, the-

Who's they? - Fuck!

Rich Barker, man, and his boss, Mister Remington!

They, they go to the Pennyhouse Casino.

That's where the auction's at.

I was there this morning, all right?

That's all I know!

What are you doing?

What the fuck is this, man? - This is how we do it.

- No, man!

I didn't do it!

- Did you touch her?

- What do you mean, did I touch her?

Yeah, I got her in the car.

- Did you rape her?

- No, man.

I wouldn't fuck with the merchandise.

- Where did you keep her when she was here?

- Okay!

Behind the TV!

Over there behind the TV!

Oh, fuck!

- What's the code, Sergio?

What's the fucking code, Sergio?

- Five-three-four-seven, man.

No.

No, no!

No.

- Yeah?

- Mister Sumner, this is Detective Monaghan.

Where are you?

- I'm on the highway to Vegas.

- Why?

- Oh, I figured I'd be spending some time in jail,

so I might as well try my luck at blackjack.

- Where is Tom Kincade?

- I left him at his buddy's house.

- And where is that?

- Uh, Hill Avenue, and I guess I'll text you the address.

- I'll check on it.

Don't do anything stupid.

- All right.

Make sure you check behind that big TV.

- There's no one here.

How big is that?

75, 85?

I bet it's 85.

So, what do you think?

- I'm looking.

- Yeah, it's definitely 85.

- Oh, my God.

This fucking guy.

- Yes?

- Harry, you're not a police officer.

Please tell me you're turning around.

- I'm sorry.

Can't do that.

- Why?

- Because I promised not to lie to you.

I'll call you when I get something.

But you better head to Sin City

because I'm not coming back without her.

- Ma'am, you cannot.

- Detective!

Where is she?

- Las Vegas.

- Well, what, what are we gonna do?

- I'm gonna go there.

I'll keep ya updated.

I'm sorry.

You can't go.

You're a civilian.

I promise, I'll keep you updated with any information I get.

I'm sorry, this could be dangerous.

Okay.

We're goin' to Vegas.

- Hello, welcome to Las Vegas Pennyland Hotel and Casino.

Are you checking in with us today?

- Yes, please.

- Okay, do you have a reservation?

- I'm not that organized.

Okay, no worries.

How many is in your party?

- Just myself.

- Okay.

Um, can you tell me how I could, um, find out information

on the auction here in the hotel?

- Hmm.

I haven't heard of any auction here in the casino,

but who knows?

Maybe.

I've only been here for three months.

They did have a modern art show once.

- Um, how can I find Mister Remington?

- One second.

John?

John, Mister, uh-

- Harry Sumner.

- Mister Sumner is wondering where to find Mister Remington.

- Is Mister Remington expecting you, sir?

- You can tell him I'm a good friend of Sergio's.

See if that rings a bell.

- Just give me one moment.

- You son of a bitch.

- Mister Remington, Mister Sumner's here to see you.

- Oh, Mister Sumner.

Pleasure to meet you. - Hello.

- So how would I know this friend of yours?

- Well, it's my understanding he works for you.

Providing certain goods you, in turn,

sell at auction at your hotel.

- Auction?

This is a luxury hotel casino.

The only auction we had here was five years ago, and that

was to raise money for the local school district.

How long have you known this Sergio?

- I've known Sergio a long time.

- Hmm.

Well, I'm sorry.

I don't know what to tell ya,

and I do have a conference call coming up,

so if you'll excuse me.

- Okay.

Well, it's a bummer.

I was hoping to find some good deals by going wholesale,

you know what I mean?

Maybe I'll save my money for fish and chips.

- Harry, I need you to stop whatever you're doing.

You need to step aside before you break anymore laws

or get yourself hurt.

You're not a detective, Harry.

Let me do my job.

I sent the paperwork over to Las Vegas to see

if it's good enough to get us a warrant.

- Do not come to the casino.

Catia's not here.

- How could you know that?

- Any minor would get attention around here.

And if the cops come and put on a dog and pony show,

Catia could vanish.

I just need more time.

Did you find Sergio?

- He's at the hospital.

Guess why.

- I need you to do something for me.

- What is it?

- So, why is this coach so involved?

- Well, he obviously cares about your daughter.

- But why?

It's weird, isn't it?

- I think he wants to bring your kid home.

- She's nothing to him.

I think it's weird that an older man is so concerned

with a young girl.

Creepy.

- Harry's daughter was murdered four years ago.

Some scumbag took her out on a date, drugged her,

raped her, strangled her, left her to die in a ditch.

I think he's trying to keep that from happening to Catia.

Where's her father, anyway?

- He left the moment I got pregnant.

Fuckin' men.

- I rarely, if ever, see the reverse happen

where a mother dumps her kids off and runs away.

I mean, if she's a meth-head or a crackhead,

it does happen, but very rare.

Are you okay?

- What happens at these auctions?

- They sell the girls off to the highest bidder.

- Are you serious?

- Sadly, yes.

- What happens to them?

- I don't think we should talk about that right now.

We need to focus on finding your daughter.

- Las Vegas Metro Police Department,

how can I help you?

- This is LAPD Detective Chuck Monaghan,

badge number one-zero-one-five.

I need to speak to your human trafficking taskforce.

It's an emergency.

- I ran his plates.

Clean.

- What about his credit?

- Clean.

- Hmm.

- That's him.

Hey, man.

- Yo, uh, Rich.

What's up, bro?

You, uh, you left me, like, five messages, man.

- Where have you been?

You need to answer the phone when I call you.

- I was, uh, I was training for this, this 10-miler,

bro, and, uh, I was running down this hill,

and some dog ran in front of me, and, uh,

I fell pretty bad, man.

But, but I'm good.

I, I think I can still run it in, like, two months or so.

- Did you send us a guy named Harry to the casino?

- Yeah.

Harry, yeah, sure.

- Why the fuck did you tell him about the auction?

- Yo, hey, man.

Harry's got dough, and, like, uh, I thought it was gonna be,

like, a referral, and, uh,

and, you know, maybe I could get some of the commish, right?

- We don't work like that!

When have we done something like that?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

What if he was a cop?

- Harry a cop?

Nah, yo.

Harry's cool.

- Sergio, Dale Remington.

Mi, Mister Remington.

Ho, How are you?

- How do you know this man?

- Harry?

Um, he, he buys girls down in Dubai.

He's just looking for some American chicks.

- So he buys for someone else?

- Yeah, um, I actually, uh, I, Johnny introduced me to him.

Yeah, Johnny.

Um, yeah, they work together, man.

They, They go way back, yo.

- Yeah, all right.

Don't ever do this again, Sergio.

Don't ever make a move without calling us first.

You know we have to vet our buyers.

- Yeah.

You know, yo, I, I was just thinking, like, uh-

- That's your problem.

Don't think, Sergio.

Just do.

- Not bad.

- Yo, I'm gonna get, like, immunity for this, right,

and, uh, I'm gonna need, I'm gonna need, like,

protection, man, 'cause, yo, Mister Remington and, and,

and Rich, they know everybody inside.

And, like, hey, man, I could end up dead in the shower.

You, you know how it goes.

- Let's see what we can do.

- Don't forget about me!

Shit, you got to hear his story.

What about mine?

I got my arms broken!

My fingers!

Took you long enough.

Come on.

- You need to let this one go, Dale.

We're good for tonight.

Plenty of fuckable girls.

- Nobody cares about how hot the girls are anymore.

This is a global economy that needs affordable labor

to survive.

We gotta move away from brides, start thinking wholesale.

- So what do we do now?

- Oh, I got a few ideas.

- Mister Sumner!

Rich Barker, personal assistant to Mister Remington.

- Nice to meet you.

- Mister Remington would like to know

if you can join him for dinner at six p.m. tonight?

I've upgraded your accommodations.

You are now in suite 4901.

Good luck.

- Thanks, Rich.

- So, how'd you meet this Tom guy anyway?

- The question is, why do I keep doing this?

- Doing what?

- Trying to find a father figure for Catia.

She's so difficult.

- We're gonna find her.

- What is he trying to do?

- Harry?

- Probably something really stupid.

- Mister Sumner. - Mister Remington.

- Please.

- Thank you.

- I'd like to apologize for the miscommunication earlier.

Needed to verify.

- Of course.

You talked to Sergio?

- He explained everything.

- Did he tell you that I tried to buy directly from him?

- Then why didn't you?

- He said no.

Apparently, loyalty comes before profits.

Said it was unethical.

- That's good to know.

Now, you have a full bar in each room, hors d'oeuvres,

fully stocked refrigerator, all complimentary, of course.

And by the way, there are no security cameras anywhere

on the floor, nor were there any cameras in the elevator.

The auction will start at 11 p.m. promptly,

all 100% virtual, and, uh,

I should say that once you leave the room

after the auction starts, you will not be allowed back in.

The winning bidders can collect their lot

at a location disclosed at the end of the auction.

Payment will be expected in cash fully, and also,

the auction fee at the time and place of delivery.

Do you have any questions?

- No.

This is a big upgrade from the sketchy places I've been to.

- Yes, we pride ourselves on excellence.

That's why I've been in business for a strong 10 years.

- Unbelievable. - Oh, yes.

Understand you know Johnny?

- No.

- Johnny McCoy?

- Johnny? - Hmm.

He used to do Sergio's job.

- Recruiting?

- Yes, he was very good at it.

Unfortunately, I had to let him go.

He was roughing up the merchandise.

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Enjoy the show.

- Do you know where she is, Harry?

- Not yet.

I need more time.

- Harry, this is Las Vegas Metro Police Chief,

Linda Michaels.

I know you're knee-deep in this, but at this moment,

we need to take over.

Listen, I need you to quietly leave the hotel

and meet my men across the street.

We will debrief you as soon as you get here.

- I'm not doing that.

- What?

- Chief Micheals, I won't miss this auction.

- You will not miss it.

One of my men will double for you at the auction.

That's why we need you here as soon as possible.

- No, it's gotta be me.

- Detective, you have no jurisdiction here.

- I personally sat across from Remington.

I've talked to Rich.

They know my face.

They know my voice.

Chuck,

will you take me off this stupid speakerphone?

- I understand your concerns here,

but we need to take over from here on.

- Chuck, take me off the speakerphone or I'm hanging up.

- Harry, you need to listen to her.

It's their operation now.

- Is anyone listening?

- No.

- It was them, Chuck.

- What?

- Johnny McCoy was not dating Jen.

- McCoy?

- He was just a recruiter for Remington, like Sergio.

- Holy shit.

- I'm gonna kill them.

- Harry!

- Kill Remington, and I'm gonna kill Rich.

And I don't care if I spend the rest of my life in prison.

Make sure you put me next to good old Johnny

when you take me in.

- Harry Harry!

- Yeah.

- Think of Catia.

Where is she?

This fucking guy.

- Who is this asshole?

- Coach Sumner?

I mean, Harry Sumner?

We call him Coach.

- What is his rank?

- His rank?

- Excuse me, ma'am, but you need to step outside.

You can't keep-

- He's trying to find my daughter,

and you're worried about his rank?

If you can't do anything to find her,

then get the hell out of his way.

- Jane, I understand how you feel,

and I promise I'll do anything I can

to get your daughter back, but I need you

to please step outside.

- I'm gonna take her to get some food.

I'll be right back.

If I hear from Harry, I'll let you know.

- I'm not gonna sit around and wait for you.

- Give me five minutes.

- Good evening, sir.

May I swipe your card, please?

Fifth floor, suite five.

The room will be unlocked for you,

but if you choose to exit, there's no re-entry.

Thank you, sir.

- Baby, I will make you my friend.

Athens will love you.

She's going to be mine!

That's right.

Fucking Trig is going to take her back to Athens!

Come on.

- Fuck.

- Come on!

Let's see how much you have.

Come on, come on, come on!

Vi, Vitz V-T.

East, Age, V,

Vee-ta,

Vintage Aston.

Vintage Aston 22.

- What's going on, Harry?

- You need to find an old Aston Martin

parked in the casino lot.

- Are you at the auction?

- It's not what you think.

It's just on a TV screen.

Catia's not here.

There's nobody here.

I'm all alone in a room without any windows.

I don't know if everyone's in different places or if they're

on the same floor.

They have Catia listed as, uh, "Sonya" in the auction,

and this, this bastard keeps outbidding me every time.

- What do you mean bidding, Harry?

What are you doing?

- Well, what am I supposed to do?

- What are you doing for money?

- Just find an old Aston Martin in the parking lot,

or call the front desk, tell them it's being towed.

I need this prick out of here.

I need it now.

- What color is the car?

- I don't know.

I just know it's vintage.

It should be easy to spot.

- Let me get back to you.

- Anything?

- No.

I'm looking, but I don't see any classics at all.

Mostly sports cars.

- Do they have an underground parking garage?

- No, this is their only parking structure.

- You said an Aston Martin, right?

- A classic.

- No, nothing.

As a matter of fact, there's only one Aston Martin

in the entire structure, but it's new.

It's a 22 Vantage.

- What did you say?

- Aston Martin Vantage.

- He said, "Vintage," but he meant, maybe, "Vantage."

- I bet that's your car.

- Speak! - Mr. Jung?

This is Dale Remington.

I just got a phone call from Las Vegas Police Department

informing me that your car is about to be impounded

from the hotel parking lot over a warrant?

- A warrant?

That makes no sense.

- Well, I need you to take care of this immediately.

As you can understand, we cannot afford any risks.

- Can you tell them to wait, fucker?

- No, I don't have them on the phone at the moment.

I just got a phone call from the front desk.

We will see you in four weeks, sir.

- Motherfucker!

Fuck!

Fuck!

You can have her, bitch!

Cunt!

- Thanks, Chuck.

Fuck!

- Can I help you, sir?

- Where is she?

Where is she?

The girl from the auction, Sonya, where is she?

- Mister Sumner, I'm sorry you didn't win

your first auction,

but what you're doing is completely inappropriate, sir!

- Are you talking to me about inappropriate, you cocksucker?

- I don't know who she is!

I need a stock number.

Rich takes care of all deliveries.

Why are you doing this?

- I'm just the messenger, Dale,

'cause your boy Johnny sent me.

- I don't know what the hell you're talking about!

- You abandoned him in jail four years ago, you remember?

- I paid that goddamn son of a bitch off!

- Apparently not enough.

He's got bigger friends than you now.

He sold you out to my boss, and my boss sold you out

to the Feds.

- Fuck!

You tell that Johnny he's dead!

He won't last a day out there without my protection!

- Hasta la vista, Vegas.

- Las Vegas Airport, hangar 12.

Six-seven-four Skylight Lane.

- Got it.

- I'll meet you there.

- Okay, people.

Las Vegas Airport.

No private planes take off until I clear it.

No cars, trucks leave the airport until I clear it.

We got one shot at this.

Let's go, let's go!

- What's up?

- I was not expecting this.

- What?

- I'm here to get Sonya.

- Who? - Sonya.

Stock 9-10.

Plans change.

I'm here to- - Hey, hey, hey.

You can't just come in here, man.

Hey, get the fuck out of here.

- Who the fuck is this?

- I don't know.

- What the hell time is it?

- What the fuck is wrong with you, old man?

- 1:30 a.m.

- 1:30?

You were supposed to drop this girl

at the buyer's a half an hour ago.

- What girl?

- 9-10

Sonya.

Look, he called you twice, numb-nuts.

You only have one job, or was the fight so good?

- Nah, I, I wasn't...

All right, I was watching the fight,

but I haven't gotten a call or a text all day.

Did he call you?

- No.

- I had this phone on me since this morning.

I even printed up the schedule.

I've got all the names here.

So what happened?

- This is what happened.

This shit.

That's what happened.

Just bring her here so I can leave.

- I don't know who you are, Jack.

- I'm the guy they hired to fix your fuck-up.

If you have an issue with that, talk to Dale Remington

in the morning.

- Uh, I'm just gonna call Rich.

- No, I'll call him.

You go get her.

- Go on, I'll follow you so you don't get lost.

- What'd you say?

- If this girl isn't across town in 20 minutes,

we lose $200,000, and I'll make sure Dale knows who and why.

- Do it.

Just take him in.

Do it.

You better be legit, man.

- Which one?

Is that her? - You, come over here.

This is it.

- 9-10

Yeah, that's her. - This is it.

- Coach? Yeah.

- Come on, just- - Do you know him?

- What's going on?

- Come with me.

Just come. - Whoa, whoa, hold on.

- Was this you? - No.

Let's- - Was this you, motherfucker?

- What's going on?

- Why did you do this?

- What the fuck is wrong with you?

- Catia, come on.

Come on, come on, everybody.

Everyone, come on.

Let's go. - Come on, let's go.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

- You're all okay.

It's time to go.

You ready? - Hey, you said one girl.

- Plans changed.

It's all of them now.

- What do you mean, it's all of them now?

- You didn't get my text?

- No, I didn't get your te...

In fact, who the fuck would give you my number, man?

- You guys and your text.

- Where's Roy at?

- Roy was detained.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the fuck is going on here?

- This guy, he just shows up out of the fucking ether.

He tells me Dale changed the plans.

- Get 'em the fuck out of here.

I'll handle this.

- Come here.

- I'm supposed to get these girls

boarded on a plane immediately.

- Hold on.

- Remington okayed it.

He wanted to make sure the pictures matched the, I mean,

you know, it was just, just so he can be sure.

- He's not answering.

- Yeah, he's probably not going to.

- Yeah, why not?

- Well, it's just, gosh, shit like this happens

all the time.

He's, uh, he's detained by the police.

Sorry.

- What?

- Yeah.

Yeah, your guy Johnny, he, uh, fucked all y'all.

- Johnny fucked us?

- Yeah.

Turned you in to the FBI.

In fact, they're waiting for you right now at the casino.

Sergio, he's also in custody.

This was all Johnny's idea.

- Johnny sold us to the FBI?

Shit, that's a fucking crazy story, man.

I've known Johnny most of my life.

He's had a million chances to fuck me over,

yet he never did.

- Well, you know what they say.

- Do you know why he's in prison?

- Yeah, 'cause he raped and murdered a girl.

- He didn't do shit.

- What?

- He fucked her.

He brought her to me.

She woke up too early, started a fuckin' riot,

so I had to pull over and squeeze her throat.

Johnny took the whole hit for me.

Don't you watch the news, Mister Sumner?

- You killed her.

- I know you.

I've seen your picture.

You're the dad!

- So let me understand this.

My daughter wakes up, tied up in the back of a van,

and because she loses it and gets a little upset,

you kill her because of that?

Well, did she scream?

Was she afraid?

Was she in fear for her life?

Does any of this sound irrational to you?

- Die, motherfucker.

- Harry!

Don't do it.

- Harry.

- What?

- Thanks to this, we found several girls.

Great job.

Very ballsy.

We got a problem, though.

No Dell Remington anywhere.

- Check the trunk of my car.

- What?

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

You're so brave.

Got your mom now.

Way to go.

- Holy shit.

I'm guessing you're Dale Remington.

- All right.

Nice move.

All right, next.

Yeah.

Come up.

Come up.

That's it.

- Yeah!

Whoo!

Yeah!

Whoo!

- We don't do that.

- I just Ronda Rousey-ed his butt!

- Why don't you act like you've won before?

Nice move.

Way to go, champ.

- Hey, Harry.

- What's the news?

Spill it.

- It's Johnny McCoy.

- He didn't get out, did he?

- Yeah, killed in his cell last night.

- No shit.

- Word is Dale Remington had a contract out on Johnny.

- That's one less thing for me to think about.

That guy's been living rent-free in my head

for far too long.

- Well.

Hey, uh, might be too soon, but if you're not busy,

I got a tough case down at the office,

and I wouldn't mind running some thoughts by you.

Maybe tomorrow?

- Maybe.

- You got good instincts.

It's good to see you, Harry.

- All right, man.