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- Where is it?

The necklace. Tell me.

Where is it?

Huh?

- Please, Ruslan.

We don't want any problems, okay?

- You tell me where it is.

- Okay, okay, okay.

- Where?

- It is missing.

- What do I tell Vladimir?

Huh? What the fuck I tell Vladimir?

My own men, they have robbed me?

- It's not what you think, Ruslan, okay?

- I know you are robing me.

- No.

- I don't know.

I don't know.

- Run! Go!

Please. No, please.

We're just fishing. We didn't...

We didn't, we didn't see anything.

Please, man, these are my kids. They're my kids, man.

Gavin, run!

- Dad!

- Cursed necklace.

- Hey.

First day on the job. Wish me luck.

- Good luck.

- Is that all you got?

- Good luck!

- Yeah.

That's more like it.

Hey. Don't you have your interview with Homeboy Fitness?

Up and at 'em, man.

- How can I forget?

You set my alarm.

- And good luck to you, baby bro.

- That smells like...

Is that Mrs. Fields? That's Mrs. Fields.

- Yeah, something like that.

- "Good luck with your rim job"?

- "Rim job"? It's supposed to be "Gym".

Oh well.

Ah!

Not until you put some clothes on, man.

- Fucking asshole.

- Come on, dude. We need the money.

- Just what I wanna be doing. Wiping up people's sweat.

So much for my Stanford education.

- Dude, it's just for a little while, all right?

Till we pay off the medical bills.

I'm pretty sure Cole & Levington will take you back.

- Dude, I punched the judge.

- But it's not over yet.

- I'm disbarred.

It's been three months since I cleaned out my office.

This is real.

- Look, man.

I know it's not easy going from being a lawyer

to running a front desk at a gym,

but do it for your little sister.

Okay?

Here.

- Jesus Christ.

- Have a good one.

- Ah. Good thing the department pays our gas.

- Ah, Sharon on the phone. Sorry.

- That bad, huh?

- Headquarters to 475.

- Go ahead. 475.

- We've got suspicious activity

at William and Jefferson, possible drug deal.

- Ten four. We're on our way.

Don't move!

Well, that's a nice way to start the day.

- Easy enough. Yeah.

- There's my favorite sis.

- I'm your only sister.

- Hey.

Yeah, well, if I had a bunch of sisters,

you'd definitely be my favorite sister.

- What's up, dudes?

- Can't wait to bring you home.

- Thank the Lord.

These surgeries are really starting to get to me.

- Well, it's over. Now we start the healing process, right?

- What's going on here? Is that a goatee coming?

- Oh, yeah! That is a goatee.

- I, I guess that's a side effect.

- I love you.

- I love you.

- Hey, Doc. Sister's looking great.

She's coming home.

Growing a goatee. What do you think?

She's awesome.

- You like the goatee, Doc? - I love it.

It's real, it's real nice.

Hey, guys, do you mind if we talk

in the hallway for a minute?

- Yeah.

- Sure.

- Be right back, Izzy.

- Doing okay?

- I could run a marathon.

- Be right back, okay? - Okay.

- So, it appears the cancer has spread from the thyroid.

- I don't understand.

- But you said it didn't spread this time.

- Yeah.

- Apparently, I was wrong.

- You were wrong?

- Yeah. Guys, we'd like to get started on this right away.

But I'm afraid this new treatment

is not covered by your insurance.

Unfortunately, it looks like this is the only other option,

at this time.

- How much is it?

- It's gonna be roughly 100,000.

- What? - What? A hundred grand?

- Yep.

I'm very sorry, guys. We gotta get moving on this.

- How are we gonna get moving on this?

You have a hundred thousand dollars?

- You expect us to, like, Venmo you?

- Yeah. - Like, what the fuck?

- I wish there was another option.

Look, we've got to get moving on this right away.

Again, take some time, if you need it.

But please, we've gotta jump on this fast, okay?

- That's the good stuff. - Yeah.

- So, what happens now?

- More surgeries.

- More money.

- Which we don't have.

- Okay. Well, how much is it?

- 100K.

- What?

What are we gonna do?

- Know any rich people who can lend us 100K?

- The only rich people I know wouldn't give a shit.

We'd have to steal it from them.

- Well, maybe that's what we do, then.

- Is that weed or crack you're smoking?

- I'm not talking about the stupid shit

we used to do as kids, Nick.

I'm talking about a real fuckin' bulletproof

thought out plan.

- No such thing, brother.

- Wait. Just wait a second, all right?

- Yeah.

- This is actually his first time hitting the bong.

- Think it might be.

Because, uh, the smart kid that used to be my brother

knows that stealing doesn't go over very well.

Especially for guys like us

who never got away with shit like that.

- Char, you, you work for a business

that gives you VIP access to rich people-

- Dude, don't go bringing her into shit.

What are you, crazy? - To rich people's homes!

She's got access to rich people's homes!

Maybe we figure out a way where Nicky and I

can get into one of these houses.

We're not just gonna roll up to a big house

like the average crook like we used to do,

and hope they got something worthwhile.

We're gonna fuckin' know exactly what we're taking.

- How?

- Yeah. How?

- I don't know. I...

I haven't thought that far yet.

But I'll get there.

- There is one thing.

One of the perks of working for a badass company

is you always get invited to the badass parties.

- Right this way, ma'am.

- I get paid shit.

But if you're working for the cable company,

you know there's money somewhere.

You just gotta sniff it out.

Damn, bro! Did you leave any cologne in the bottle?

- Mm. - Dad, come on.

- Charlize!

- This is so good!

And it was like a hotdog situation, like inside the little-

- The eenie meenie, teeny weenie

little cocktail weenies!

That's what I'm talkin' about, girl!

- I'm gonna cut that.

This is so good.

- Girl, they're so good,

they transport me to another dimension.

- She is stunning.

Hashtag baller necklace.

- Excuse me, Miss. Can I have you not-

- Excuse me, ma'am. There's no photographs here, okay?

Can you put that away, please?

- So sorry. - It's okay.

- I'm so sorry. - All right.

- But we all got one thing in common.

Every single one of us

uses the same cable provider.

- You see that outfit? - What about that necklace?

- My husband's a jeweler.

He says it's at least a mil.

- Whoa. - Yeah.

- Huh!

Damn.

- What you thinking, baby bro?

- I'm thinking we're gonna steal it.

- Maid leaves at 2:00 PM

- And the kid gets home at 4:00 PM, so-

- That gives us a two-hour window.

- So, I did some digging

and I found out that Jennifer ain't going to work

on her anniversary,

'cause she got a big fancy dinner with her husband.

Oh. One more thing.

You gonna need to get her to open the safe.

- It's gonna be so much fun.

I can't wait to see you too.

Listen, I'm sorry, honey.

Yeah, that's right. I just buzzed them in.

I have to let 'em in.

- The fuckin' gardener's here?

- Shit.

- Here she comes.

- Hello. - Hi.

- Hey. - Come on in.

- Sure.

- So, they were just putting in the new system last week,

and then the power went off this morning and the wifi's out.

- Yeah, we're sorry for the inconvenience, Mrs. Bennett.

You mind showing us where the modem is?

- Oh! Uh, yeah, sure.

It's right through here.

So, it's right in this corner.

- Okay. - And...

And, uh, please fix it quickly. I've got something to do.

- Excellent. No problem, Mrs. Bennett.

- Thank you.

- Dude. How'd we miss this?

- No idea.

- Dude. Seriously.

I can't believe we didn't realize this fucking guy's here.

- Guys?

Hey, guys? - Oh, fuck.

- Hey, Mrs. Bennett.

We're good. - Oh, great!

- Yeah. - So, is my phone on?

- Um...

Yeah, it should be.

- I'm...

I'm not getting a signal. What-

- You're not getting a signal? - No.

- Don't move. Hand me the phone.

- Hand me the, hand me the phone.

- Give him the phone.

- Take us to the safe. - Okay.

- Take us to the fucking safe! - Okay, okay, okay!

- Go!

Move.

- Let's go, buddy.

- Don't try anything.

- Okay.

- There you go.

- My husband's gonna be here any minute.

- Okay. - Open it!

Open the fuckin' safe.

- I, I, I...

Shit. I, I, I can't.

I can't with a gun on me!

- Okay. Lower the...

- Now, open it. Open it.

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Don't fuckin' run. Don't ever do that again.

- Okay, okay!

- Okay?

- Okay. - Hey, I got this.

Get the bag.

Get the fuckin' bag.

- Boy, do you come in handy

when I have to watch the grandkids.

Yeah.

Ah!

One for good luck.

- It's three numbers. It's easy.

Open it.

Go.

- 43.

Okay.

- Whoa!

Can't hold the liquor like I used to.

- Don't move. - Okay.

- Jesus fucking Christ. - Let's go, dude.

Put it in the bag. - Wait, wait, wait.

Cover it. - Right, give it to me.

Let's go.

- Happy anniversary!

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

What do we do now?

- I'm gonna go check it out.

- Hey. Move over here.

Don't fuckin' move.

- Jen!

Hello?

I guess I've got the whole house to myself.

Party time!

- Tie her up.

- Oh!

First, ice cream, here I come.

Whoa!

Ah!

Ah.

Yeah, baby.

Get a spoon.

- Fuck! Shit.

Okay.

The gardener. Now this.

How the fuck did we miss this shit?

- They don't...

They don't make funny shit like this anymore!

- Let's go.

- Jen?

Jen?

Hey!

- Get in, get in! - Go, go, go!

- Hey!

Where you going?

Hey!

- Crazy lady.

- Hey! - Look out!

Shit! Look out!

Nick?

Nick, you good?

Start the car!

Fuck me.

Stupid fucking car.

Fuck!

Fuck.

Stupid fucking car.

Come on! - Hey!

- Come on!

- Hey! Get back here!

Shit. I'm gonna-

- Come on! - I'm gonna get you!

- Yeah. Yeah, come on.

- Fucking head hurts.

- Come on, this way.

Come on, Nicky! Go!

- Wait!

Hurry!

Nick!

- Those fucking cable guys.

I'm switching to satellite.

- Where are we going?

- All right, guys. Pizza's on the way.

- Hi.

Here you go, babe. - Oh, thank you, baby.

Oh, you're an angel.

- So...

Really it, huh, guys?

Our last summer before the real world starts.

- Wish college would last forever.

- I can't wait to have my own place and have a real job.

- Oh.

I thought you liked working with me at Bubba Gump.

- Yeah, if I wanna marry you,

and live in a four-by-four shack.

No offense.

- Nah, it's fine.

- So, I thought you were gonna go work

for your daddy this summer.

- Um, no.

- Why? I thought you wanted a summer in Capris?

- Sounds pretty good to me.

- I wanna work full-time at the hospital.

- Working with psychos for the rest of your life?

- They're not psychos, Lil.

Besides, I want to do something with my life.

And help people.

I'll let Dad drill the oil.

- Speaking of drilling.

- Don't you dare!

- Oh, come on! - No, absolutely not.

No.

No.

- Oh, my God.

Fine.

- Oh, that's my parents calling to check in, you guys.

I'll be right back.

- Damn. I was hoping that was the pizza.

No pizza for you, Miss "I'm on a no carb diet".

- Hi, sweetie. - Hi, Mom.

Hi, Dad.

- What's going on? - Yeah, it's good.

I have the girls here.

- Are you having fun?

- Yeah.

We're just gonna lay low, watch some movies.

- No boys! - I know, Dad.

- Don't do any pot.

- All right, sweetie.

Yeah, she knows.

All right, sweetie, we're going on a boat,

like a canoe thing with the Lipschitzes.

- Okay.

- The Lipschitzes.

I come all the way the hell out here to escape

the Lipschitzes and somehow, they happen to show up!

- All right, I'm sorry!

All right, well, I love Debbie.

She's a hoot. She's so much fun.

Okay, well, it doesn't matter. Anyway, anyway!

Doesn't matter.

We are going to be leaving our phones behind.

- No phones. - Yeah.

- So, if anything happens, call-

- For a few hours! - 911.

- Okay, so, we won't have our phones.

- Okay? 911. - Okay?

- Mm-hm. Okay. - All right?

Okay! - Is there any boys there?

- No. - Are there boys?

- We love you. - No boys, Dad.

- Love you. - I love you.

No boys, no pot. Got it.

- Bye! We'll call you later, though!

- Okay.

Okay, okay. Love you guys!

- We love you more!

I'm coming.

I'm coming!

- Don't move.

Well, you have to move a little, so we can get inside.

- Oh, damn.

- Don't fuckin' try anything.

Don't fuckin' try anything.

- I know. I know.

- Don't fucking move.

Don't move.

- Okay, okay.

- Hey!

Hey!

Shut the door!

Close the door!

Get over there. Get on the couch!

Put the phone on the fucking table.

Go!

Put the fucking phone down. Put the phone down!

You have a first aid kit?

- I'm not the injury-prone type, so I wouldn't know.

Plus, it's like totally no-

- Shut up, Lily.

- I have one.

- Get it.

Let's go.

Hey! I'll fucking shoot you.

- What the fuck?

- All right, baby. I'll be back tomorrow night.

I gotta head over to Donnie's, okay?

- What?

No.

- I'll be back tomorrow night.

- Are you, are you sure that you wanna go?

- Come on.

Baby, I just...

Didn't you?

All right, well, tomorrow, I got you, okay?

They're gonna need to power wash these walls,

when I'm done with you.

- Are you serious? - Stay hydrated!

Okay?

- You are such an asshole!

Fuck.

- Nicky.

Nicky.

Come on, bro.

You okay? - God damn.

- It's okay.

Nicky, wake up.

There he is.

You good?

- Jesus Christ.

What the fuck, dude?

- I'm in the mood to blackout- - What the fuck?

- Oh, my God!

- Sit the fuck down!

No one else here, huh?

Fuck.

Watch her.

Fuck. Cops everywhere.

Fuck!

Look.

We don't wanna hurt anyone. Okay?

Just do what I say.

Everything's gonna be okay.

I'm sorry.

- They're definitely gonna fire me this time.

- All right, good to see you, Mr. and Mrs. Bennett.

Sorry it's under these circumstances.

- Yeah. - So, uh...

Okay, let's start at the top, shall we?

So, you were home alone at the time of entry?

- I was home alone and then my mother came, a little later.

- Right.

And what did they take, exactly?

- Well, they took- - Nothing.

- They...

They didn't steal anything? - Um...

- No. They didn't take anything.

- Not that, that I'm aware of.

- I don't understand. Did...

Did they touch you inappropriately?

- Oh, no. No, nothing like that.

- Excuse me, Officer.

- No. No, nothing like that.

- I'm gonna tell you something.

You better find whoever did this before I do,

because I'm going to fucking kill them.

Do you understand me?

- Okay. Let's take a breath, shall we?

We're gonna check on this van after we tow it.

We'll let you know if we have any leads after that, okay?

- Yeah. - Thank you.

- All right.

Let's not do anything crazy.

Okay. Okay.

- Why?

- Wanna talk to you about that later.

- Whoa! Look who decided to show up.

- Miss me? - So much.

- What've we got?

- Couple of dudes dressed as cable guys break in.

They tie up mom, they scare grandma half to death.

And here's the kicker.

They don't steal anything.

- Nothing? They take nothing?

- Nothing.

- Assault?

Touch the women?

- No.

- Where's Thomas?

- He's in the kitchen with Mrs. Bennett.

They're all right. A little shook up.

Oh, we ran the plates on the van outside.

Get this. They're registered to a Mark Antonio Ramos.

If you can believe that name.

- All right.

Well, with nothing here,

I say we go pay Mr. Ramos a little visit.

- Let's do that.

So, 10 to 1 says the cable guy's wife put him up to it.

Then he chickened out.

- Why do you always think it's the wife?

- The shoe fits.

Oh.

Door's open.

You see something?

- It's a dog.

Police.

- Hello?

- Hello. Police.

- Don't move!

Huh.

Didn't see that coming.

- Untie him.

So, why don't you just tell us what happened?

- Some motherfuckers stole my truck,

and tied my ass up in the bathtub.

That's what happened.

- You got a wife?

- Do I got a wife?

- Did they hurt you in any way?

- Physically? No.

But emotionally? I'm all kinds of fucked up.

- So, no wife?

- What is it with this guy and my wife?

Yeah.

I got a wife.

She left me six months ago, when she found me with a friend.

- Was that a special lady friend?

- No.

A special guy friend.

Jorge.

- Hm.

It's probably with a J.

- Yeah.

Jorge.

Got it.

- Um, you have no idea who these guys were?

You never saw them at work, or anything like that?

- Never in my life.

Yeah.

- Okay. I'll tell you what.

Anything comes up, you have any ideas, remember anything,

you give us a call, all right?

- Wait. You're leaving?

- He's very observant.

- You're gonna have a squad car up front or nothing?

- We'll be in touch. - What if they come back?

- Call 911!

- I guess it's just you and me, Chachi.

- You okay?

Hang on.

It's okay.

Here.

You okay?

- Thanks.

- I'm sorry.

We never meant for anyone to get hurt.

- What'd you do?

- My sister...

She has cancer and...

I got laid off.

Couldn't pay for the surgeries.

We came up with this stupid plan. It's...

Hey, bro.

- Hm?

- Made you some coffee.

- Wow.

I get this service?

- It's cold. - Yeah.

Well, it's the thought that counts.

- Yeah.

How you feeling?

Like Brock Lesnar brain-fucked me.

You? - Same.

- Where you going?

- It's just time to give them their house back.

- You're leaving?

- Dude. What the fuck?

- We don't wanna bother you any more than we already have.

- But aren't...

Aren't they searching everywhere?

If you leave, they'll find you.

We, we could help you figure this out.

- Whenever I try to figure shit out,

I always start with the bong rip.

- Do you know how many times I've tried calling?

Where are...

- Your search has retrieved one new result.

Your search has retrieved one new result.

- Oh, I knew I'd find you.

Oh.

Such a long time.

Such a long time.

Oh.

Beautiful. So beautiful.

- Here we go.

- Ah. Thank you, sir.

- Yeah, what can I say? I'm a big spender.

- Something doesn't smell right.

- Smells like a cheeseburger to me.

- Think about this.

You got a rich lady and her mother.

They get jumped by a couple guys

dressed like the cable company.

They don't steal anything.

They don't touch them.

And then we find the real cable guy,

tied up in the bathroom in his skivvies.

- And the wife just left him, six months ago.

I'm telling you, she's involved.

- Wives leave.

Wives leave.

Nobody's fault.

- Pretty sure it's Jorge's fault.

Oh, where'd you go?

- I ever tell you about that case in Hollow Creek?

Dad takes the kids fishing. The creek.

Dad ends up dead,

along with some random Serbian.

Unidentified.

It's brutal.

Kids survived and witnessed the whole thing.

- Jesus.

- So, I was pretty obsessed with it for a couple years.

Late nights.

Tip after tip, dead end. The whole thing.

Pretty strung out.

Anyway, I come home one night.

Sharon's got dinner on the table.

She looks at me and says, uh, "I'm done.

I can no longer compete with your job."

She said, "Go marry her."

- I'm sorry, man.

- I just could never get those kids' faces out of my mind.

Their

eyes.

Just dead.

And I promised them that I would find the guy who did this.

Which I failed at.

I don't know what I was supposed to do. You tell me.

This is who we are.

This is what we do.

- This is what we do.

- So, the old lady had a heart attack?

- Is she, like, dead?

- Sure hope not.

We're supposed to be on some yacht right now,

counting dollar dollar bills.

Instead, we crashed the freaking truck.

- So, uh, what'd you guys steal?

- Yeah. What'd you take?

Is it here?

- Hey. Come on.

- Jesus.

All right, bro. I was just curious.

You want?

- No, I'm fine. Thank you.

- Hey! Hi, I tried calling you.

Yeah. Oh, yeah, I heard.

- What're you doin'? You don't know what's going on?

We're two seconds from the house. You have to break down?

- I got it. The loose wire.

- How many times have you told me that?

It's the second time.

I've asked you how many times. I've asked you twice already.

- No, uh, Jennifer was in my canasta group.

Yeah, I know. It's terrible.

- Debbie Lipschitz?

That's Debbie? Can't escape these people.

I need a vacation from a vacation. Mickey, what's going on?

- Oh, I know. Yeah.

I'm so sorry we had to cut the trip short.

Yeah, but we had a great time seeing you guys.

It was really fun.

- Right. - Um...

- Yeah.

Well, we'll, you know, we'll see you guys again soon.

We always do. We always run into you.

Yeah. Are we ready?

- Yes, yes, yes, yes. - Okay, well, we gotta go.

But, we'll, I'll call you.

Yeah, I'll call you soon. - Bye-bye!

- Okay, bye-bye!

Bye-Bye, okay. - Say hello to Richard!

Okay. All right.

Okay, we'll talk- - Asshole.

- Hey! All right, we'll talk to you soon.

Okay. - Self-centered prick.

- She can hear you!

Okay.

Let's go.

- Nice fire.

Yeah.

So, what's next, Boss?

- Now we get the necklace.

- Maybe you could spot something I missed all these years.

- Well, let's do this by the numbers, right?

All right, so, what do we got?

We got a, a dead Serbian mobster.

We got a dead dad and a kid who swears he heard something

about a cursed necklace, all right?

So, let's look that up.

- Yeah, I thought the kid was just chasing some ghost story.

And the best bet, Dad got messed up in something

and, uh, put a hit on him.

- Boom, baby.

Ask for a cursed necklace and you shall receive

a cursed purple sapphire.

Wait a sec.

Why does that look familiar to me?

- All right, thank you. - Nice to see you.

Nice to see you. - Thank you.

- Mr. Mayor, goodnight. - Thank you.

- Be safe.

- Well, that's the last of 'em.

There you go, Detective. Great job tonight.

- Thank you very much, sir.

Holy shit.

That's the same gem I saw

in the necklace Mrs. Bennett was wearing

at the corporate party that I was doing security in.

Now all I gotta figure out

is what does a dead Serbian mobster

have to do with all this?

- Well, we gotta see a guy about a guy.

Hi, Ivan.

Nice to see you.

- I think that means "Nice to see you, too."

- Take a look at this.

17 years ago.

Hollow Creek.

Two dead. One of your countrymen, a Serbian.

The other was a local father.

There were three kids, they survive.

And one of 'em swears

that he heard something about a cursed necklace.

You know anything about that?

- Oh. I think you hit a nerve.

- You have a loud bark for a small dog.

- Oh.

- You help us out,

we'll see what we can do about your time in here.

- How many years? - Doesn't work like that.

You give us something, we give you something.

- That's some kind of joke? Are you funny?

- Oh, I made a, I made a joke?

- Yeah, you're funny. - Oh, you like funny?

- Yeah, I like funny.

- You know what's funny?

The northeast quadrant of this prison,

they actually refer to it as a C Block.

Do you know why?

That's where they keep the Croatian gangsters,

before we extradite them.

And you know what would be a funny joke?

I get you transferred there, tonight.

And you know the real punchline?

What you look like tomorrow is a Serbian in that bunk.

Hah-hah.

- You have a cigarette?

- All right, let's cut the fucking bullshit.

Who killed these people, and why?

- Ah, fuck it. He was trying to kill me, anyway.

The man you are looking for

is the brother of Vladimir Petrovic.

- And?

- In Serbia, he's more famous than your Janine Beaver.

- It's Justin Bieber, you genius.

- Explain.

- You ever hear the story about the Deli Purple Sapphire?

- No.

- Well, the story goes,

an English soldier stole it from the temple of India,

the Hindu God of war and weather,

during the mutiny of 1857 in Kanta, India.

As the gem got passed down, so did the bad luck.

In order to uncurse the velvet stone,

the last person that handled it

put good luck symbols around it and made it into a necklace.

- What are you, a fuckin' history major?

- It ended up in a British museum,

only to be stolen by...

- Any day now.

- Vladimir Petrovic.

- So, what does Petrovich have to do with the murders?

Or the Sapphire?

- I didn't want the bad luck around us, so I sold it.

- To Thomas Bennett?

- Yes.

And Ruslan did not like it one bit.

- Who the fuck is Ruslan?

- The brother of Vladimir Petrovic.

The man who killed those people.

- So, you got laid off?

What line of work?

- Law.

- Wait. For real?

You were a lawyer?

- Yeah.

- What happened?

- It's a long story.

- Well, I don't think we're going anywhere anytime soon.

So...

- I was defending this woman who had claimed

she had been sexually abused by her boss.

We had text messages, emails.

It was an easy one, I thought.

Turns out, the judge was a real prick.

When he let her walk, I...

I told him he was a disgrace.

- They fired you for that? - Yeah, no.

He held me in contempt for that.

A week later, I went for drinks at the local bar.

He shows up, says how pathetic I am.

So, I punched him.

- Okay. Yeah, that'll do it.

- Yeah.

That'll do it. Yeah.

- Disbarred? - Mm-hm.

- Yeah.

- I guess I'm a real disappointment.

- To whom?

I'm sure your parents are really proud.

- My mom died of cancer when I was little.

My dad was killed, not long after that.

I just couldn't bear the thought

of losing my little sister, too.

- Damn. This is one comfy-ass chair.

- Hey, Ben. - Thomas.

- Come in.

- Thank you for having us over on such short notice.

- Oh, come on, Ben. Always have time for an old friend.

- Well, maybe you can help me a little bit.

What can you tell me about this?

- I used to have this, uh, driver.

His name was Bodgdan.

He'd always talk about this gem.

How it was the most beautiful piece of jewelry

he had ever seen.

A friend of his owned it and wanted to sell it.

I asked him to show it to me.

He was right. It's beautiful.

So, uh...

I bought it for my wife.

I had no idea that it was stolen from the museum.

- Where is it now?

- That's what was taken, the night of the break in.

- Why didn't you report it? - Come on, Ben.

A couple of Serbians sell you a fine piece of jewelry,

it's not like I was exactly asking questions.

I didn't want to know.

- All right.

Think we have a report to file.

We'll be in touch.

- I was just trying to protect my family.

- Sure.

- So, where would that dispatch come from?

- Well, it could've come from any of these cubicles.

Why don't you start in the back?

Let me know if you need anything else.

- Hey!

- I tried calling you 65 times.

Where the fuck you been?

- We crashed the truck. Lost my phone.

- You did what?

Did you get it, at least?

- No. I told you, I lost it.

- I mean the necklace!

- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I got the necklace.

- Boom shacka lacka!

Mama been sexy. Boom shacka lacka!

- Hey, Charlize. Charlize, where are you?

Where are you?

- Yes, um, look to your right.

Your other right.

- Hey.

Oh, God damn! My leg, babe!

My head.

- Ooh, sorry, baby.

Are you okay? I was so worried.

- Just banged it, come on in. - Oh!

I don't mind if I do!

I knew this place looked nice.

Shit. You think they got food?

I am hungry.

Boo, you may be a criminal, but you still so fine.

- Quit treatin' me like a piece of meat, baby.

- Speaking of meat, I'm hungry.

Let me see what's in this fridge.

Oh, they ain't got nothing in here.

What the hell is this?

Oh, these your side-pieces? I will cut a bitch!

- Char, Char, Char! You're good, you're good.

They took us in when we crashed the truck.

If it wasn't for them, we'd be locked up already.

Right, Nicky? - Yes.

Yes, yes, yes, yes. You good?

- Yeah. Yeah, I'm sorry.

I'm just, I'm stressed. You know, everything going on.

- Dude, why would you let her come here? It's not safe.

- I, I, I didn't let her. - What?

You expect me to believe she just magically

shows up at the front door?

- Okay, okay.

I, I've been following both of y'all on Find My Friends,

ever since that hot Puerto Rican chick

that looked like Shakira, moved in nextdoor.

- Cassandra? - Mm-hm.

- I barely talked to that woman for a minute.

- One word is all it takes, honey.

- Fuck was that? - Oh, shit.

- Mickey, will you get the bags?

- Who was that? - Was that Devon?

- It's my parents.

Oh, my God.

Sarah, we're saved.

- What are you talking about? They already let us go.

- Let's take my car and get outta here.

- What are you, nuts?

- Once they walk in here, this is over.

- Yeah, she's right.

- If they walk up in here, we all goin' to prison.

And baby, your ass way too fine for prison.

- We'll take the car to Hollow Creek.

- I'll drive.

You guys sit in the back, in case we get stopped.

- I'll get the food.

- You sure you wanna do this?

- You said it yourself.

You can't lose your sister.

- Okay.

- Good?

Let's go.

Go.

- I can smell it. Think I...

Smelling it. Just...

- Oh, dear Lord.

Are you kidding me with this?

- Lori?

It's pot!

Pot!

- Yes, we know.

- Pot!

What is going on with this? Are you smoking this?

Look at this. What, what the hell?

What? Look at this!

- We know what what it is, Jack!

- All right, what the hell is going on?

- Um...

Um, some, some criminals.

They, they held us at gunpoint and they,

they tied us up, and-

- Oh, my God. - And they...

They duct taped us. - Who?

Where's Jessica? Where, where, where did she go?

- Where is she? Is she okay? - Wait, wait a second.

What happened?

- She left with them in the Lexus.

- Was she kidnapped, or she went with them?

- She was kidnapped? - No, she went willingly.

- What do you mean, "willingly"?

- She has a thing for one of the guys.

- What does that mean, "a thing"? What do you mean?

What're you talking about? - Let them talk!

- Like a hookup. - A hookup with a criminal?

- What's a "hookup"? What is this?

You mean a, a thing? Like that thing?

I don't wanna know about this. I'll kill him!

- This is crazy.

I don't understand what's going on.

- This is not, this is not me, Lori.

This is, this is you.

- What're you doing right now? Are you blaming this on me?

- This is you. You let her be rebellious.

You tell her to try all this shit. To express her feelings.

- Wait, are you gonna blame this on me? Are you kidding me?

- Yoga and crystals! Yes!

This is you. This is you!

- No, you're the one who bought her the the dog.

You got her the Louie luggage on her half birthday.

- Well, this is you. You got her all the...

- Yeah, the Jimmy Choos.

The Jimmy Choos, the Cartier watch.

Joe Jonas on her 16th birthday.

- Okay, you know what? This is...

How about a sushi chef? We have to have...

You can't just go to the store.

- Who knows how to make sushi?

Do you know how to make sushi?

I don't know how to make it without a sushi chef!

- You have to bring a chef into this house?

- Yeah, a sushi chef! - You can cook!

You have to do sushi?

- 'Cause I love sushi!

- Oh.

- I guess my parents aren't that bad.

- You guys put out a BOLO and, uh, let's find that car.

Right, guys?

Okay.

- It's that Mullen guy. That Detective Mullen guy.

Here we come.

Detective, thank you for being here.

- My pleasure.

- Thank you, thank you. Please have a seat.

This is my wife. - Hi, I'm Lori Rhodes.

I'm the mother, um, Mr. Mueller's-

- Detective Mullen. - I'm sorry, it's detective.

- Mullens. - Oh, Mullens.

- It's Mullen. - Oh, I got everything wrong.

God, it's so rude.

- No, no, that's fine, ma'am. Let's just-

- Just very nervous. - Yeah, I-

- Where do we begin?

- I told her a million times. How many times did I say?

- Okay, so this is the story. - No pot, no pot, no pot.

- It's doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

They're on it. They're on it.

We come in, from our vacation.

They say that these, these criminal sex offenders

break into the house, gag them, tie them up, you know?

Which some people think, you know,

you know, it's kinky fun, but it's not.

- I'm sorry. Was there a...

Hold on. Was was there a sexual assault here?

- Yes, there was a sexual assault. What do you think?

- This is a very serious accu- - Tied them up!

But we think, you know what we think.

- Hooking up. I'm sorry, you're...

When you say they- - Animals.

Animals!

Raped 'em. - And then they partied!

And then took her daughter and ran off in her Lexus!

- My Lexus. - No, it's not your Lexus.

- I buy the cars, Lori. I buy the cars.

It's hers, but it's not hers.

- She can't afford it, right now.

I mean, we hope she will, someday, but he bought it.

- That'll be the day.

- So, they stole her car. - They go and drive off.

They stole her car, with her in it.

- And then they "hooked up".

- Who? Who hooked up? - They "hooked up"!

- There was a hookup happening.

- Yeah. They, they-

- Like a thing. - They had a thing.

- There was a thing.

- Well, when you're on drugs...

When you're on drugs, and you're wearing a little bikini

and some drug addict, maybe drug dealers, break into a home

and see this house, you know, anything can happen!

- And so, again, the drugged-out girls,

are the source of the information?

- Well, don't know what the truth is, do we now?

We don't even know, when they are kids on drugs,

what the truth is.

- So, we don't know anything. - I'm so sorry I'm emotional.

I'm so nervous. - Please, please.

- She's never like this. - Can I get you something?

- You've upset her now. 'Cause I don't know what's...

She's never like this.

- These are herbal. They're not, not drugs.

And they calm me down. They're from a health food store.

I'm just gonna take one, 'cause it's gonna...

You know, I take it on the plane 'cause I get so nervous.

- I understand. Okay, listen, we put a BOLO out.

We're gonna- - What's a BOLO?

- It's a BOLO. - It sounds like a tie.

- No, no, it's a "be on the lookout". It's a, just a police-

- Oh, that makes sense. It's the initials.

- BOLO, BOLO. - It's an acronym, yeah.

- "Be on the lookout". - Anyway.

Do you have her license? - I, I do.

- And do you have our cell phones?

You have her cellphone? - I have both your numbers.

The officers already-

- You can do that thing where you find a friend.

- The, the app?

- I'm so sorry about my state right now.

- Just, okay.

- Yeah, what can we do? - No, no.

- Can we do anything? - Please don't.

- Like, I feel so helpless right now!

I feel like there's nothing I can do I wanna do something!

- Just don't do anything, please. Just stay here.

- Go, go. Find our daughter!

Find her! - Please find her.

- We're gonna get her.

- Help us, please. Let's find her.

- It's gonna be fine, I swear.

It's okay.

It's okay.

- Mullen.

Hey. If it isn't the great detective.

Let me tell you what's happening.

- Hey, don't start at me today.

- Whoa, I'm just saying hey. What's going on?

- Need roadblocks and all the major highways coming in-

- Already in motion.

- How they doing in there? - Ah, the usual.

Mom's a mess, you know.

- All right. I'll talk to them.

You go find those bad guys.

- On it.

- Headquarters, all units be advised-

- What the hell are we listening to?

- Shh, that's my dad's police scanner. Hold on.

- Black Lexus from the BOLO

has been spotted near Jefferson Bay.

- What's going on? - We, we gotta ditch the car.

- Headquarters, this is Detective Mullen.

I'm about a block away, in pursuit.

- Just getting comfy.

- Okay. - Jess, what're you doing?

- We gotta ditch the car. - Really?

- Oh, shit. We gotta go.

Oh, shit!

Go, go, go!

- Hey!

Fuck.

- Come on. This way.

- Shit.

- Police! Stop!

Come on, man.

Where'd you go?

Where'd you go?

- Oh, hey. Sorry I'm late.

Uh, pickles and cheese on mine, buddy.

- Hey, get the hell out of...

- Gavin? Gavin, do you read me?

- Yeah.

- Gav, we got a red alert.

- You think?

- Meet at Hollow Creek?

- Copy that.

- See you soon!

Yes!

Damn. This some "Tokyo Drift" shit.

- What the hell do we do now?

No.

Jessica.

Jessica.

- Are you getting in or what? - Get back!

Stop!

Stop! - Are you getting in or what?

- Hey!

- Oh, shit! Open the door! - Hey!

- Go!

Go, go, go!

- Fuck. Geez.

Hey, girl, you trying to kill me?

- Not yet.

I remember the first time y'all brought me here.

Summer after I moved here from New York.

Sixth grade.

We had our first sleepover here.

Our first kiss.

- I know I can be a handful, and, um...

And I put you through a lot of bullshit.

And I'm sorry.

- Listen.

You've been sober for five years.

And I couldn't be more proud of you.

- I just want you to know how much I love you.

- I love you, too.

Is that- - Bro.

Do you deliver pizza now?

- Uh, can I get a slice of pepperoni?

- Here.

- Thanks.

- That was the summer before it happened.

Things were great.

Wish we could go back, you know?

- Don't we all?

- He would've liked you.

- We'll figure it out.

Together.

- Yeah.

- Cops are still there, Boss.

Let's just get some sleep.

- We'll wake you in the morning!

- Jess?

God damn rooster.

Jess?

Hey, you all right?

- Rooster got you, too?

- You can say that again.

- Okay, okay. - Making some eggs?

- Yeah.

Look.

- No, we're not.

- Yeah, I think the rooster was

maybe trying to tell us something.

- I think you're right.

- Hey, Boss. Wake up.

- It's time.

- It's all clear.

- Hey, Boss. Come on.

- Jace, honey?

Are you ready?

Jace! Listen, I need you to be ready.

Mommy's running a little bit late.

If you have to take a waffle in the car,

that's totally fine,

Jace?

Seriously, do not make me ask you again!

Jace, come on, honey. We've got to go!

- Put phone down.

Put phone down.

Hey, . You, sit here.

Ah, you very bad girl.

Very bad girl.

Combination.

- Please. - Come on.

Combination.

- Please don't kill me.

- I don't kill you.

The worst guy.

He kill you.

Combination. I not ask you again.

- Uh...

Three.

75.

43.

- It's empty.

- Please. Please don't.

Please.

Please.

I don't have it.

- Hey.

Hey!

You don't say anything stupid, or I kill them.

- Hey, babe.

Babe?

Hello?

- Thomas.

They're in the house! Help!

- Who's there?

Jennifer, who's there?

Whoever you are,

you hurt anyone in my family and I will fucking kill you!

- Listen, mister.

I am not going to hurt your wife and your boy,

you do what I say.

- Anything.

- Mister, I want necklace in three hour, or I kill them.

- Thomas.

- Understood.

- It's Harris. - Ben, it's me.

It's Thomas. You gotta help me.

They got my wife and kids. They're gonna kill them.

- What?

- Man, please. You really gotta help me, man.

- All right, listen up. We have a hostage situation.

43305 McLean Drive.

I want all units, all units near the location.

Now, look, it's very important that we're not seen.

No lights, no radios.

They see cops, they kill hostages.

All right?

Let's go.

- We got a hit on one of the fingerprints at the scene.

Gavin Brooks.

That ring a bell?

- That's the kid from Hollow Creek.

- Oh, boy. The hits keep comin'.

- Hello?

- Gavin? This is Detective Harris.

And I believe you have something that doesn't belong to you.

- He's bluffing. - 100% bluffing.

We don't even know if anyone's actually being held hostage.

- And if we go and it's a trap?

- Yeah. Dude, I agree.

If we go now, we may never see Izzy again. It's risky.

- I've been wanting to give this to you for some time now.

May 8th.

1969.

Grandpa and I were down at the creek and,

well, this, uh, this sucker was tracking us.

Grandpa had a bite on his line and went a little bit deeper

into the creek to try to pull it on in.

He stepped right in that croc's trap.

I, I dove in and I took one last swing and hooked it!

And I pulled it so hard,

pulled his tooth right out of his mouth.

The croc let go of Grandpa and swam away.

Never to be seen again.

I've worn this, every day since.

Made me feel invincible.

Here.

I hope this gives you the courage to forge your own path.

You're stronger than you think, Gavin.

You're a lot like your grandpa.

- Ben!

Ben.

I will do anything that you want me to do.

Just, please, get my wife and kid out of there.

- Just calm down.

- Please, Ben.

- All right gentlemen, I want a full briefing

on exactly what's going on with these hostages.

And get me a line on this maniac who's got 'em. Understood?

- Yes. - You got it.

- Nobody makes a move, without my signal. Clear?

- Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.

- Let's get to work.

- Okay. I'm just gonna come in here.

It's on one. - Easy.

- It doesn't even look that bad.

It looks- - Bedside manners.

- Well, stop it. You look fine.

Let me see.

- Hey! - I'm taking it back.

- Hey, Gavin, stop. You're not thinking clearly, man.

Trust me.

- I'm thinking clearly for the first time,

since the doctor told me my little sister's dying.

I was so desperate to save her,

We didn't stop to think about who else we were hurting.

But I have a chance to make things right.

I need to bring it back. - Hey, "make things right"?

She can die because of this. - She can die, anyway, Nicky.

Look, that's the truth.

I believe Detective Harris.

That family needs our help.

I love that girl with every fiber in my being,

but I don't think I'll be able to live with myself,

if something happened to them too, would you?

That's what I thought.

- Hey.

- Okay, well, we can't let him go alone. Come on.

- Listen.

I just want you to stay calm,

because you're gonna get what you want.

The necklace is on its way.

- Hey, mister. You're running out of time.

- It's coming soon.

- Stay here. I'll be right back.

- Dude, I'm coming with you.

- Dude.

It's fine.

I gotta us into this mess.

I'll get us out of it.

Stay.

Hey.

Hey.

- I have the necklace. - Can't go this way.

- Please, let me in. Please.

- Can't come in here. - Let me in.

- Let him in. Let him in.

Come here.

Been a long time, kid.

Looks like the years have been rough for both of us.

Is it in there? The necklace?

- Yeah.

- Let's try and fix it.

Just because they said "no cops",

doesn't mean it has to be you.

- It has to.

- Do not go inside, no matter what.

You make him come out for the trade.

- I'll stall him long enough

for you to get in place.

- Yo, I'm going out for a smoke.

- All right.

- Well, lookity, lookity.

You two behave, now.

Or else.

- Hands up!

Put your hands up!

Put your hands behind your head!

Face away from me! Don't move!

- Shit.

- Where is my boys?

Move.

Who is there?

- I have the necklace!

- Hey.

You leave necklace here and go.

- I can't do that!

I give you the necklace, you give me the hostages.

- No.

- That's the only way this can work!

- You'll come in alone.

Put on ground.

Go.

- Run!

- All right, boys, with us!

- On my signal.

- I'm here, kid. I'm here.

Help's on the way, all right?

Stay with me.

Let's go, boys!

You stay with me!

- You're gonna be okay, kid.

- You're a tough one.

- Here you go! - Oh, thank you.

Ooh!

Fried chicken. My favorite.

- There you go. - Thank you.

All right.

- How you feeling, kid?

- Could be worse, I guess.

- Well...

That was some great stuff you did out there.

- Is that what you tell all the criminals you catch,

before throwing them in the can?

- No.

I tell 'em "good work", not "great".

- Right.

- Look.

The Bennetts are...

They're not gonna press charges.

- What?

- Told 'em about a little promise I made to, uh,

three kids, about 17 years ago.

I don't know if any of this helps,

but, uh, it's something.

- Did it help you?

- I don't know, yet.

Maybe.

Maybe.

Don't get too comfortable.

You got about 250 hours of community service.

And I'll be checking.

- I knew it was coming.

Hey, Detective?

Thanks, man.

- Thank you.

- Thanks for stopping by.

- Well, I believe this belongs in a certain museum.

- That, it does.

- Where's Ben?

- He went to see a special lady.

- Oh.

- Thank you for this.

- Well, it looks like I need a new necklace.

- Nice suit there, Marco.

- Hey, baby! If you got it, you got it.

- Yeah.

- Ooh!

Woo!

- Guys! Guys!

She's coming.

- Guys.

- Keep going. - Okay.

If I crash into something, this is your fault.

- Come on.

- If I fall into the pool, this is your fault.

- You're not gonna fall in the pool.

- Okay.

- And...

- Surprise!

- What?

Oh, you guys!

- I love you. - I love you too, big brother.

Hi!

Come here!

- What up, Marco? Goods to see you, man.

- Hey! - Hey!

- You guys want some produce?

- Something to eat! - Yeah.

- $30.

- The thing I missed the most right there is that, boys.

- Pot.

- In a shocking turn of events, the Deli Purple Sapphire

necklace that was stolen from this museum

over 20 years ago has been safely returned.

But a final thought.

Is the necklace truly cursed?