Crash s02e02 Episode Script

I've cleaned up.
Hello, Anthony.
I have a job for you.
I went to the morgue and ID'ed her body, handled the fucking funeral services.
I'm gonna avenge Cassie's death by removing his sick, demented, twisted fucking heart.
Hey, Bo, someone's here to see you.
I mentioned to coach Velasquez about working with me yesterday.
He said you were the best high-school pitcher he ever saw.
You're accusing me of stealing your money? I need that money tonight, Inez.
If I can't pay it by tonight, I've got a beatdown waiting for me.
What did they do to your face? - How many of those have you had today? - Clearly not enough.
Isn't that Seth blanchard? He's only one of the richest men in the world.
Seth: Yesterday at the parking lot, did you see the light? It was all around me, all around us.
I'm Maggie.
I'm Mr.
Blanchard's wife.
- Thank you for helping him.
- Oh, not a problem.
The voice I heard I think it was God.
Morning, baby.
Hi.
What's this? This is a thank you.
- For what? - For taking care of me, letting me stay here while I recovered.
For being an angel.
Oh my God.
You made all of this? I watch "iron chef.
" I know my way around the kitchen.
This is actually good, Jimmy.
So did you come up with any ideas about how to get the money back? I've got a couple of ideas brewing.
Don't worry about that.
You just eat your breakfast.
You didn't make this, did you? What? This is from the diner down the street.
Yeah, well, I picked the flowers.
From the neighbor's yard.
Yeah, well, Mr.
Goodman does not give a shit - if I steal his flowers.
- Oh, really? - Are they not nice? - Hm-mmm.
Oh, are they not colorful or pretty? - No? - No.
Really? - I don't hate them.
- Mmm.
You kinda love them.
Admit it.
- No.
- You love them.
Hm-mmm.
Shit.
You can still bring it, Bo.
Hey, no swearing on the diamond.
The field's a church.
You respect it.
Sorry.
I'm just saying you still throw gas, man.
I'm impressed.
Not bad for an old man, you know? All right, enough about me.
You can see the point that I'm trying to make though? - Yeah.
- If you drop your arm because of fatigue, you're gonna miss your spots.
Show me.
Good.
You've got to hold that slot no matter how tired you are.
Hey, Bo.
Tyler, give us a second.
How you doing, Bo? Having fun? It's good seeing you back on this field.
Well, it's great to be back.
- I'm having a blast, Coach.
- How's your shoulder feeling? It's tight.
It never really gets loose, but I guess that's just the way it is now.
Yeah.
Tyler's making adjustments after just two work sessions with you.
I can see major improvements in his mechanics already.
Well, it's not me, coach.
He's a good kid.
He's got all kinds of potential.
I want to offer you a job, Bo.
No money involved, but I want you to work with all the boys, sort of like an unofficial coach.
I think they'll listen to you.
What do you say? Professor, the white light was blinding.
It seemed to be coming from everywhere and going right through me.
I fell to the ground unable to see anything, and then I looked up and I was surrounded by trees hundreds of them all around me.
Their leaves were fluttering against my face, my arms.
- Trees? - Yeah.
I know how it sounds, but trees, lots of them.
And now it gets really strange.
The branches of the trees started swaying, vibrating faster and faster until I could barely see them.
And that's when it happened.
The trees turned into snakes or serpents.
It was terrifying to be surrounded by this sea of snakes hissing at me.
And right before their fangs sunk into my skin, I heard it.
I heard God's voice what I think was God's voice telling me to prepare, that I need to be ready.
And that was it all I rember.
Mr.
Blanchard, epiphanies are not my area of expertise.
But you are one of the top religious scholars in the country.
You must have some insight into what all of this means.
Don't you? You read her diary? Christ.
Please, let's not start again, Jules.
This is not why I asked you here.
So tell me did Cassie forgive you for abandoning her in her most private pages? That's what you were looking for, wasn't it? Some kind of absolution? It wasn't what was in there, Jules.
It's what wasn't in there.
What does that mean? Cassie stopped doing her diary about one year ago.
After 19 years of writing, she stops.
Fills half a book, then stops.
Well, I stopped writing in my diary when I was 20.
It doesn't mean anything.
Well, I find it really strange.
That's all.
After all those years to suddenly abandon your writing? What happened in April of 2008 that made her stop? What date? The last entry was April 14th.
What? I think that was the last time I spoke to her.
It was around my birthday.
She was acting strange and I knew something was wrong, so I called her on it and I asked her what was up.
She got all defensive, and so I dropped it and I never called her back.
I got caught up in my own stuff and forgot about her.
I guess I really am my father's daughter.
You're not gonna solve her murder.
The police didn't find anything.
The private investigator I hired said there was nothing to be found.
She was murdered for her wallet no more, no less.
You have to move on.
Someone shot my daughter in the head.
I can't move on from that Ever.
Hey, Maggie.
This just came for you.
Is he still in with the professor? For over an hour now.
Well, I hope he's talking some sense into him.
Seth is a rational man.
Eventually he'll realize his whole near-death experience just messed up his head a little bit.
It'll pass.
Don't worry.
He'll be back to normal in no time.
I hope you're right.
My art director keeps pushing me for yellow for Christine's top.
What do you think? I like the yellow.
Pink is nice too.
Mmm.
Look, Maggie, you've read the papers.
The press has gotten wind of Seth's collapse.
The last thing we want to do is get too far behind the story.
I think it would be a really good idea for the two of you to go out, be seen in public, Let everyone know that there's no reason to get worked up over a reaction to pain medication.
I don't know, Andrea.
I don't think that's a good idea.
You know, I think Seth needs to rest, not face the paparazzi outside of Mr.
Chow's.
I know it's not your favorite thing to do, Maggie, but we can't let the rumors get out of control.
If the market thinks there's something wrong with Seth, B.
W.
E.
stock will take a hit.
- We don't want that.
- Of course.
Honey, how did it go? He looked at me like I was claiming I saw the easter bunny on the back of a goddamn unicorn.
Come to think about it, I guess it isn't too far from the truth.
If an expert in faith and all matters heavenly thinks I'm losing my mind, I don't know who else to turn to to figure out what it all means.
Hey, you were up early.
Why don't we go rest a bit? You need it.
Andrea: Before the two of you retire for the night, Levon wants to talk about the Indonesian proposal and the concessionaires for the stadium.
Okay.
We'll relax later, Maggie.
Let me go do this levon thing.
Maybe it'll distract me and make me feel better for a bit.
Mom, you're not gonna believe this.
Hey, hon.
This damn computer confuses the hell out of me somewhat.
I can't I can't get I can't get inside.
What's the word? I can't get in.
- Log on? - Log on.
I can't do that.
I'll do it for you in a minute, mom, okay? Just chill.
I want to tell you what happened.
So I'm working with Tyler, who's this dynamite kid, and Coach V comes up to me and get this he offers me a coaching position.
A job.
There's no money in it, but I'd get to work with all the kids.
How cool is that? Mom, did you hear what I said? Mom, are you okay? Wh what's wrong? Jesus, mom! What the hell's going on? The Indonesian government is backtracking.
They're now saying the sale of a state-owned company is too much of a strategic risk to fall into foreign hands.
"Strategic risk"? We're practically bailing them out.
The government is the least of our worries.
- The whole region's unstable.
- Tell them we'll take our business to Palao.
You know they're going to.
- Seth, are you okay? - Excuse me.
I forgot I had an appointment.
Just carry on.
Andrea, you stay, take notes.
I'll call you in a bit.
Go on.
Mom, you're gonna be okay.
- What's wrong with her? - We're checking right now.
- Is she gonna be all right? - Let us do our job.
Afternoon, Mr.
Battaglia.
Afternoon, sir.
You don't look so good.
Yeah, I hit the jack a little hard last night.
- You look better.
- Feeling better too.
- Good.
- Look, I don't mean to bother you, Mr.
Battaglia, but I need to know exactly what happened - that day when I passed out.
- Kenny.
- Please, call me Kenny.
- I need to know every detail that you remember, Kenny.
Did you see a bright light? Did you hear any voice, sound? Anything out of the ordinary? Okay.
Okay, it was a sunny day.
There was some light cloud cover.
Around 70° maybe.
Three teenagers two females, one male they walk in as you drive by.
Someone was in a van, honking a horn, 'cause an asshole on a chopper blew a light, but other than that all them noises but no bright lights to speak of.
Boy, do you have a memory for detail.
Mmm, it was part of my job.
- I used to be a cop.
- A police officer.
I know.
- Yeah.
- Look, this may sound crazy, Kenny, but I believe it was fate that you were the one there to catch me that day.
Fate? See, I've got to be honest.
This is a little fucking weird to me.
I know.
You fell, I caught you.
End of story.
If you want to call it fate, that's cool.
Whatever works.
Have you got time to take a ride with me, Kenny? Come on.
It just all came out of nowhere.
There were probably earlier signs fatigue, frequent urination and finally the speech problems and dizziness today because of your extremely high blood sugar level.
So is it serious, doc? Can't she just take a pill or something? Oral medication can be used for type 2 diabetes, but not for type 1.
Adult onset type 1 is a bit more serious, but it can be managed.
How? What should we do? You'll need to limit your sweets and alcohol and monitor your carbohydrate intake.
And you'll have to give yourself insulin injections as many as five times a day.
- I have to inject myself? - Yes.
Oh, I don't know.
Uh, that's painful.
- I don't know.
- I'll help you, mom.
- You're gonna be okay.
- Will my insurance cover this? Mom, I don't think we should be worrying about that.
No, honey, we need to worry about that now.
I think it will, Mrs.
Olinville.
So what if my mom doesn't follow all the rules? What if she misses an injection? She'll be at an increased risk for heart disease and stroke.
You need to understand your condition.
It'll be okay, mom.
All right? We can handle it.
Okay? I'll help you, all right? So, Mr.
Urmas, my daughter told me that you might be able to answer some of my questions.
I can certainly try.
So were the cops were they helpful, Mr.
Urmas? As helpful as cops ever are.
PIs are always looked at as intruders, watchdogs for the family, but in this case it really didn't matter.
There was nothing to share.
Well, that's that's hard for me to believe.
Believe whatever you want, Mr.
Cendars, but it happens more than you think.
Most cases run cold even though the family wants to believe otherwise.
That's unfortunately the truth there was no leads in this case, there was no forensic evidence, no circumstantial.
There was nothing on the surveillance tape.
What surveillance tape? From Century East Athletic Club.
I assumed you knew about the tape.
I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
Oh, all right.
The Ritzy Athletic Club where your daughter worked had surveillance cameras on the parking lot, so your daughter's murder was caught on tape.
So who who has the tapes? Do you? - How do I get 'em? - LAPD showed it to me and it's nothing you want to watch, Mr.
Cendars.
I just want to know where I can see The tapes, Mr.
Urmas.
LAPD, downtown precinct.
We are standing where the 50-yard line of my new football stadium is supposed to be.
Pretty cool, huh, Kenny? Mmm.
Shit yeah.
I mean L.
A.
needs its football badly.
So what are the chances of you getting me some comps? I am the visionary that is supposed to bring pro football back to Los Angeles.
It's gonna be my legacy.
I could hear the crowd.
I could hear them cheering.
You know, I used to get a hard-on when I came here? I would actually get an erection thinking about the 80,000 people sitting in my stadium.
Ah.
Now I can't hear anything.
I don't feel anything.
That's too bad for you.
Buy some viagra and build your stadium, pal.
Why are you telling me all of this anyway, huh? It's none of my business.
Because somehow you are integral to what's happening, Kenny.
I'm not a man who questions things.
I make things happen.
I attack.
But for some reason, lately I question everything.
See, now you're confusing me.
What's that mean? You're not gonna build a stadium? 'Cause that ain't cool.
Hey, don't fuck with my sundays like that.
Sunday is all a man's got sometimes.
I don't know what I'm saying, Kenny.
All I know is something's changing.
When I woke up from that event, I was hardwired differently.
And it wasn't the vicodin.
The effects of that drug had worn off long before that.
Now this this is something else.
Are you talking about God? Wow.
You really think God spoke to you? I mean, seriously? I don't know.
What I do know is whatever is happening to me now wasn't caused by pills.
It's bigger than that.
Hey, look.
You say God spoke to you Fuck it, God spoke to you.
You know, I wish he spoke to me sometimes.
I've got a lot of shit to unload on his ass.
I wish that religious scholar had said that to me.
That's all I was looking for.
Do me a favor, will you? - What do you need? - When you hear back from him, you find out whatever it is that you've got to be ready for, give me a call.
You've got me curious now.
I'll do you one better than that.
You stick around a bit, and when God does get back to me, I'll tell you in person.
My worst of all time was this Mr.
Olafsson from Iceland.
The guy is big like a bear and richer than God, but his breath was so fucking bad that when he talks tears come out of my eyes.
Now this guy thinks I'm crying, so I'd lie and say I had bad allergies.
- No way.
- But on top of this, he would occasionally open up his fly and let his balls slip out.
Not his prick.
Just his balls.
That's the most disgusting thing I've ever heard.
- I would die.
- Well, he thought it was a treat.
You ever go out with one of your clients? No, but I have a boyfriend anyway.
- Jimmy, right? - You know him? No, I heard some of the girls talk about him.
Don't listen to them.
I know what they have to say about him.
- It wasn't bad.
- Bullshit.
Look, I know these bitches gossip.
They just don't understand him.
Yeah, he talks a big game and he gets himself in trouble, but you know what? I see the good man behind his bullshit.
It just pisses me off because they don't know what he's been through.
Look, he had a fucked up life and an abusive dad.
Forget it.
It's not important.
Hey, it's like my mom says if he treats you like a goddess, then nothing else matters.
Yeah, that he does.
Airplane travel, trucking and parcel delivery will have to impose a trickle-down increase This belongs to everybody, but Andrea.
- Yeah? - This is Kenny Battaglia.
You met him at the hospital.
He'll be heading our security detail from now on.
What? Why do we need a new head of security? Trust me.
I need him.
- Come on, Kenny.
- Nice to meet you.
It took us years to get it right.
We took some of Steve Carlton's workout, - Mike Mussina's workout - Who's Steve Carlton? "Who's Steve Carlton?" Just one of the best pitchers of all time.
Had a deuce that fell off the table.
Anyway, this regimen won't bulk you up.
You want lean muscle for some zip on your heat.
Tyler: It says I've got to run every day.
Yeah.
If that's a problem, then you've got a problem, Ty.
Look, you've got to be committed.
- Every successful athlete puts it all on the line.
- Bye, Summer.
- You get me? - Yeah.
Yeah.
Hi.
I'm Summer.
You must be bo.
Tyler won't stop talking about you.
Just in case he didn't tell you, he really appreciates everything you're doing for him.
Well, thanks for saying that, Summer.
It's nice meeting you.
Well, I guess I'll leave you guys alone.
- See you on the field later, Ty.
- See you.
Did you hear about last night? We got out of there, but we forgot J.
P.
- No way.
Really? - He fell asleep on Henry's grandmother's bed.
- Andrea.
- Yes? So I changed my mind go ahead and have Serena make a reservation for Seth and me for dinner tomorrow night.
Something nice.
- Something a little celebratory.
- Great.
Let me ask you something.
Have you seen what Seth dragged in here this morning? - No.
What? - That low-rent security guard from the strip mall where he collapsed made the guy head of security.
- What happened to Barry? - He's on a plane to Hawaii with a ridiculous severance check in his pocket.
Seth made all the arrangements.
I think you were right to be concerned yesterday.
We may have something a little more serious than pills or fatigue on our hands.
What's up? Is something wrong? Why are you here, Anthony? Why are you doing this with me? It's a question I ask myself every day.
You're a pain in the ass most of the time, but you're never boring.
Well, I already know that.
Let's just say that my life without you is nothing but repetition, a broken record of sweeping floors and living low.
You offer something else the unexpected, the unknown and I worry about you.
I don't know why, but I do.
Pull over.
- What? - Stop the car and pull over.
What are you doing? You never sit up front.
We're equals now, Anthony.
I don't need a driver.
Even though you're paying me? Correct.
I have plenty of money.
What I need this time is a friend.
Oh.
Well, then as your friend I have to ask you this: Do you really want to see this tape? If there was something on it, the cops would've found it.
Don't do this to yourself.
No, I have to see this, Anthony.
I have to see her last moments.
I mean, maybe they missed something.
Maybe there's something a father can see that that no one else can.
- You're late.
- Who's coming tonight? - Mr.
Shiguru's back.
- Shit.
I shouldn't keep him waiting.
You already did.
I convinced him to take the new girl.
Kim? You're kidding.
I thought you might want an excuse.
There's a new guy who's willing to pay double your hourly.
Oh, really? Over there.
Well.
- I heard you asked for me.
- The name's Bobby.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Inez.
We have a friend in common? We do, but I'm not sure I'd call him a friend.
He sure does have great taste in women, though.
Thank you.
I'll never understand why beautiful women like yourself are attracted to degenerate gamblers.
But what I'm more curious about Is what you're willing to do to keep him from being seriously hurt.
I imagine you know what trouble's he's in.
And as with all morons like Jimmy, it only gets worse.
Since he can't come up with the cash, I've decided to let him pay $1,000 a week in interest.
If he can't, then you have to come to explain.
I'd love to see what comes out of those lips.
I already know what's going in.
Who told you I would be interested in any of this? Jimmy.
He said you were the one with the What did he call it? Business sense.
See what I mean about "not a friend"? He'll tell you how to get to my place.
Hey, how's it going? Hey, baby.
How's the book coming? Find cover art yet? No, not yet.
I heard you hired a new bodyguard.
Oh, yeah.
Honey, you need to take a step back from all this.
You know how you get you obsess, you need answers.
But maybe you just have to chalk this one up as a mystery.
I can't do that, baby.
It won't just go away.
I don't understand, Seth.
Oh, baby.
I don't have answers.
I don't have logic.
I'm in uncharted waters right now.
All I know is I'm seeing a lot of my life very differently since the incident.
And there's only two answers as to why this is all happening either God actually spoke to me or I'm going insane.
Hey, you've reached Amy.
Please leave me a message.
Hey, kiddo.
It's me.
Look, I'm not calling to bother you.
I'm calling to see how the boys are.
I miss their faces, you know? And I also wanted to tell you about this new job I got.
Man, you're not gonna believe it.
I'm pretty excited.
I've got to tell someone and, well, you're it.
Come on.
Really? Fuck.
Hey.
If I knew you were coming, I would've changed my t-shirt.
- I'm gonna cut right to it, Mr.
Battaglia.
- Please do.
I don't know what Mr.
Blanchard sees in you, because all I see is an ex-cop who couldn't hold onto his job or his wife.
That's harsh.
If you think this is an opportunity for profit, you are mistaken.
Tomorrow you'll meet with Mr.
Blanchard's attorneys where you will sign a confidentiality agreement, - as you will be privy - Relax, Miss Schiller.
It's taken care of.
Mr.
Blanchard he had me sign one already, so I think we're good.
Don't get too comfortable.
You're a stray dog who he will kick to the curb in no time.
- Have a great evening.
- Oh, I plan on it.
Yeah, it's U.
F.
C.
fight night on spike and shark week on the Discovery Channel.
You don't know what you're missing.
Drive safe.
Umm - Hello? - Judith, it's Maggie.
Maggie, is something wrong? Oh.
"Is something wrong?" I'm not quite sure how to answer that question, Judith.
I'm pregnant.
I'm sure about that.
- Oh.
- "Oh.
" That's not the reaction that most women get when they announce that they're having a baby.
I'm sorry, Maggie.
You just caught me off-guard.
Seth already had a child when we got married.
Oh.
So I made myself not want kids or he made me not want to have kids.
I I don't know.
Oh, God.
I don't know whose decision it was.
- Maggie, it's late.
- Not to mention the fact that I want to have a drink.
Imagine that.
I find out that I'm pregnant and my instinct is to have a martini.
"Thank you so much for your generous donation, Mrs.
Blanchard.
"My children they love your books, Mrs.
Blanchard.
" "You can't have a drink for nine months, Mrs.
Blanchard.
" "Your husband may be losing his mind, Mrs.
Blanchard.
" What can I do to help, Maggie? I need to cancel some tour dates.
Maybe just maybe just Dallas and Austin.
- Well, maybe not.
- I understand.
We can discuss this more in the morning.
Maggie? Maggie? Morning, baby.
If you ever do that again, I'm gonna Stop that.
Jesus.
I've got something to tell you, okay? And it's not good news.
Was it telling your friend I'll blow him every week? Yeah.
I tried to stop 'em.
I told 'em I said, "take the furniture.
" But they aren't stupid, you know? They see designer dresses and I told Bobby you needed 'em for work.
Mr.
Cendars, the tape's not there.
I don't understand how this can happen, Sergeant.
- I'm sorry, man.
- It happens all the time, sir.
Evidence gets misplaced, lost even during a trial.
I'm not making excuses.
I'm just stating a fact.
Can you please go take another look? I've looked and I've had my staff look.
- The tape isn't there.
- But this is ridiculous! Trust me the tape is gone.
I wish it weren't, but it is.
Ben, come on.
It's not there.
We'll figure something out.
Mr.
Cendars.
I'm a big fan of yours Sly Stone, Santana, all the classics.
It's all I listen to.
That stuff had balls.
This new shit makes my stomach turn.
Anyway, cops sometimes take evidence, especially after a case has run cold.
Usually guns, drugs sell it on the street.
But there is a market for surveillance videos of violent crimes.
God.
You've got to be kidding me.
Man, who in the hell would watch this stuff? It takes all kinds.
Look, I can't say anything about fellow cops, but a guy that used to be on the force May be able to help you out.
If you're serious about finding that tape, your best bet is talking to him.
- Thank you, Officer Rodriguez.
- Good luck.
Drew, you can't alter your windup when you're delivering your change.
Any good hitter will see that coming.
Hey, bo, what's going on? Warm-ups.
I'm working with these guys.
- I'll get to you later.
- What's up? You mad at me or something? No, I just don't want to waste my time or yours.
What? You're not wasting my time.
Look, I'm gonna be honest with you.
I just don't think you have the commitment and focus to really excel, and I don't want to invest my time in someone like that.
- I'm sorry.
- Hold on.
I have the desire.
I want this more than anything.
- Why don't you think I do? - Look, it's none of my business, but if you really wanted it, you wouldn't be out with your girlfriend on a weeknight, knowing we had practice the next day.
I don't do that all the time.
All I know is this: C.
C.
Sabathia and Roy Halladay weren't wasting their time with girls when they were coming up.
Those gamers were focused 24/7.
They knew what kind of sacrifice it took to make it.
Now excuse me.
I've got work to do with these guys.
All right.
Y'all warmed up? Let me show you your station.
I neglected to do that yesterday.
Oh, man.
It must take an army of maids to clean a joint like this.
- Is this your main home? - You're wondering how many homes I have? - I am, yeah.
- Seven.
Huh.
Hey, this is the Honus Wagner card, right? - Yes, it is.
- Yeah, I used to collect when I was a kid.
This is the most expensive baseball card in the world.
There's only nine of them and you Damn.
Are you a big collector? A big fan? - Not particularly.
- Then why do you have these things? Because I can.
Let me guess.
- John Lennon's first guitar.
- Of course it is.
- Come on, let me show you your office.
- Huh.
Holy shit.
You've got to be kidding me.
Is that what I think it is? General Rommel's personal panzer tank from his ghost division.
Rommel was called the desert fox because of his courage, speed and surprise.
Yeah, before important meetings I actually go and sit inside of it.
I feel its power.
It brings me inspiration before I go into battle.
You have a tank.
I have a tank.
I have a tank.
You have a fucking tank - Why do I have a fucking tank? - In your yard.
- I don't know.
- There's a panzer tank in my yard.
General fucking Rommel's pa - Whoa.
Whoa.
- Hey.
- Do you see him, Kenny? - It's okay.
They're asking for my help.
All right.
Come here.
Take a load off.
I've got you.
I've got you.
Easy.
Easy.
Hey.
Mr.
Blanchard, are you all right? Look at me.
Are you okay? I'm fine, Kenny.
Man, you almost went down again.
You want me to call an ambulance or something? No, I'm great.
It's okay.
- I am.
- Okay.
What happens if we can't get the air out? Remember what the doctor said? Air bubbles affect the dosage.
And if the dosage is wrong, then you have problems.
Now I can either tap the needle or gently push the plunger up to clear the bubbles.
Let me try.
- Damn it.
- Why? What happened? I pushed too much insulin out.
"if any insulin is inadvertently pushed out, the entire dose should be discarded and redrawn.
" We have to try again.
Mom, it's gonna be okay.
I promise.
I know it will.
Bo, you are a good son.
I don't think I could do this alone.
We're gonna get this.
In a couple of days, it'll be no different than brushing your teeth.
- Hey, could you - Yeah, I'll be right back.
You keep practicing.
- Hi, Summer.
- He broke up with me.
He said I was distracting him.
Why are you telling me this? He did it because of you, all the shit you say to him about dedication.
The joke is that I actually pushed him to work with you.
I don't know what you're talking about.
- This is not my business.
- This is what you wanted, isn't it? If you're not gonna buy anything, I think you should leave.
Why do you care so much about Tyler, anyway? Why do you care what he does off the field or who he goes out with? You're a whore.
What? What did you say? I've got rent due phone bills, credit cards.
Jeez.
How am I supposed to work with no clothes, Jimmy? Well, um You think this is time to be funny? I'm sorry.
I hear you.
If they would've come to my hotel room, they would've got my clothes too.
Oh, I said something wrong.
Wait.
Hey, don't be like that.
I'm gonna do everything I can to make the payments and get your clothes back.
I swear to Christ.
Jimmy, it's not just the clothes.
You pimped me out to cover your debt.
I can barely look at you in the eye.
You went too far.
- I didn't pimp you out.
- Jimmy No, hear me out.
No bullshit.
That was nothing but a delaying tactic to get him off my ass for a couple of weeks so I could figure out how to get some money together.
I knew when he saw you he would give me time.
It was a strategical maneuver to buy time.
I assumed you would understand what I was doing.
How could I? 'Cause how low do you think I would sink? I know I've done some bad shit, but I would never do this to you.
You're my girl.
My girl.
I would never do that, ever.
I'd take 10 more beatings before I'd ever even think of doing that to you.
Am I a goddess, Jimmy? - What? - When you look at me do you look at me like I'm your goddess? Of course I do.
You look beautiful tonight, Maggie.
I don't know what it is, but something's different.
- You have a glow about you.
- It's just the candles.
I need to tell you something, Maggie.
I know how this'll sound, but God spoke to me again.
He did, and now I understand everything that's been going on.
He wanted me to see my life for what it truly is nothing but the accumulation of money, power and things.
Society is attempting - What? I - Hear me out, darling.
Society is attempting to redefine what true success is, and I belong to the class of men and women who have raped this country, leaving it fragile.
God is forcing me to see the fundamental truth that I am a failure and I have to confront who I am and contemplate who I can be.
Don't you see, Maggie? I am not insane.
For the first time in my life I am sane.
Are you Kenny Battaglia? Who are you guys? We're friends of your old SSergeant from the force - Oscar Rodriguez.
- Huh.
Okay, so what are you here for? Well, Sergeant Rodriguez thought you could help us out.
We're looking for a surveillance video.
He thought you might know where we could find it.
We're willing to pay whatever it takes to get it.
Oh, you are, huh? Look, I don't know why he would tell you at I could help you.
I can't, so you fellas have a good day.
Whoa whoa whoa.
Maybe you didn't hear what my friend said.
He said we're willing to pay for it.
I'm assuming that the money will appeal to you as it did in the past.
Is your man deaf? Sir, I told you I can't help you.
And if you don't mind, I've got to get to work.
Your Sergeant told us you'd know where we could buy some surveillance tapes, and I'm not leaving until I get some answers from you.
You want to calm yourself down before you get yourself popped, old man.
Do you understand? - What the hell is your problem? - My problem is you're making money off my daughter's murder, you scumbag.
Fuck you! Fuck both of you! Do I know cops that used to steal that shit and sell it? Yeah, maybe.
But I ain't one of those fucking cops, period.
- Get your fucking hands off me! - Okay, that's enough, Ben.
- What's wrong with you? - Ben, just go get in the car, man.
- I've got it.
Get in the car.
- Jesus Christ.
In the car.
If you're smart, you'll get him out of here before he gets himself in trouble.
I will, man.
Just give me one second, all right? Just hear me out and then you can tell me to go fuck myself, okay? Look.
This guy's daughter was just shot in the head six months ago and that's why he's so worked up.
He needs to see that tape, no matter what it takes.
Have you got kids? - Yeah.
- Then maybe you can understand why he needs to see this thing.
So what do you say? Can you help us out? That's it.
Nice pop, Ty.
You're on your game today.
You are bringing it, man! That thing had movement! Keep it up!