The Riches s02e05 Episode Script

- Previously- - What did you do with Pete? - You killed him.
- I hit him, but he fought back.
- You murdered him! - We said 50-50.
We are in this together.
- What happened with Pete? - [Sam.]
Did he take the money? [Wayne.]
Pete's fine.
Everything's all right.
Pete went home.
Bayou Hills.
It's the deal of a lifetime, Doug.
It's a hundred and fifty million, and you cash in on 13 million.
Doug, this guy named Chet called for you twice.
He's trying to find Pete Mincey? Eamon Quinn, free as a bird.
I just think if we could do one thing that we know is true, Wayne.
Dahlia, parole is the tip of the iceberg here.
We do not want to involve the law.
- Parole violator.
- I'm honest! I came here of my own free will.
You can't do this to me.
I just want a chance.
You don't call me in 24 hours with a job and place to live, you will be hunted down.
- Why are you living in a tent? - He thinks the house is stealing our souls.
Rather be piss poor with my dad than $13 million richer with whoever you are.
- I'm not lettin' you leave, Cael.
- Aw, shit, Di.
Come on.
I hate good-byes.
[Wayne.]
He used to do this.
He's done this before.
I mean, it's a weird place.
He hasn't done it for a while.
No big deal.
[Dahlia.]
You think I don't know my child? He always calls.
- But you were away for two years, and while you were away - [Thunderclap.]
Don't bring that up.
Don't you dare bring that up.
! It's not about you.
It's about him.
! Look, maybe he's with friends.
Maybe he's met a girl.
What girl? Cael don't like buffer girls.
What girl? Well, maybe he met one he likes.
We are his parents, okay? We're his parents.
We don't know where he is.
Hey, baby.
The thunder wake you? You woke me up.
- [Ringing.]
- Oh, I gotta take this.
- Okay.
- Hugh.
- Oh, son of a bitch.
- No, it's okay.
Hugh? Hugh, calm down.
- So- Oh, don't worry about it.
- Mom? - I will deal with this.
- Yeah? - It's gonna be okay.
- No, no.
Just- - Hugh, are you listening? - Thanks, baby.
- Just calm down.
No.
It's going to get- This is what happens.
- [Line Ringing.]
- Oh, Cael, baby.
Please pick up.
- This is how it happens.
[Cell Phone Buzzing.]
[Thunderclap.]
- Just be calm.
You're in control.
- Oh, Cael, please pick up, baby.
Are you calm? Are you sitting down? All right.
Well, sit down somewhere.
Okay? [Buzzing Continues.]
[Thunderclaps Continue.]
Just have a-have a drink.
No, don't have a drink.
No, have a drink.
[Line Ringing.]
- Try calling this morning? - Only about a couple hundred times.
- Yeah, me too.
- Dad, I need to talk to you.
- Sure, Son.
What's it about? - In private.
- Hey, can we talk about it later? - No! It's important.
Yeah, I will talk to you later tonight, okay? Now I have to go to work.
Sorry, I didn't get much sleep.
Sammi.
Look, Cael will be okay.
He'll come home.
You know? He'll turn up.
You know he will.
He's a Malloy.
I will get you sooner or later.
I know where you live.
- Do you, Wayne? - Am I giving you a lift? Um, no.
I'm not goin' in today.
Hugh's got me runnin'all over town.
You know, doin'stuff - Yeah? Doin' what? - Just stuff.
You know.
- Don't worry about it.
- Okay.
- [Line Rings.]
- Goddamn it, Cael.
He's not gonna answer, Mom.
- How do you know? - 'Cause he's gone.
He's on the road.
He tell you that? - In so many words, yeah.
- [Sighing.]
- Well, then he's okay.
- He's fine.
You know, it's like Dad said.
He's a Malloy.
Why the hell didn't you tell me? Huh? I'm goin' out of my mind all night long! You didn't think to tell me? He couldn't take it anymore, Mom.
- You pushed him away.
- I did not push him away.
Yes, you did, Mom! He didn't want to come back, and you knew it.
That big plan, he didn't sign up for that.
No.
You're okay though, right? I'm not Cael.
No.
- [Phone Ringing.]
- [Man Chattering.]
Keep this clean, be straight with me- We'll have no problems.
Hmm? - So, you got a place? - Yeah.
- And a job? - Yeah.
- [Phone Buzzing.]
- Uh- [Muttering.]
Shit! Hell- [Sighs.]
- Expecting someone? - My son.
He's gone.
Well, his father has him.
Had him.
He's taken off, and- Ju- He gonna show up.
I have to, uh, register if you're driving.
License and all.
I'm not drivin'.
[Chuckles.]
I'm takin' the bus.
- Mm-hmm.
- I just keep the key to my first car.
You know, my daddy gave it to me.
He stole it out of a church parkin' lot.
You know, I should get goin'.
Are we done here? For now.
[Bird Cawing.]
[Sighs.]
Shit.
Where are they? - [Phone Ringing.]
- [Hugh.]
What? What, uh- Tell him to call me back.
Tell him to call me back.
! - Damn it.
- Morning, Hugh.
Trouble with the phone? We got a minor problem, Doug- major minor problem.
- Yeah.
Minkov.
- Ah, Minkov's in the bag.
We need zoning variances for Bayou Hills, or we're screwed.
Well, let's get zoning variances then.
- They fired Graham.
- Great.
Who's Graham? Graham's the guy at city hall who took care of all this crap for me.
He went and got himself mixed up in the goddamn mayoral scandal, and now this-this new guy- You got the- Uh-Yeah.
It's all there.
This new guy has got a bug up his ass about doin' things by the book.
[Scoffs.]
This is Louisiana, Doug! We don't do things by the book! - Hugh, look.
- I mean, there is no goddamn book! - Look at this junk.
- Have you tried talking to him? Junk.
All junk.
I don't want any of this shit.
- He won't return my calls.
- Well, then you go down to city hall and you talk to him.
Doug, it's eerie.
Sometimes you seem to know what I'm thinkin' - without me even havin' a thought in my head.
- [Exhales.]
Come on.
Come on.
We are goin' down to city hall right now.
- Whoa, we? - Mm-hmm.
People trust you, Doug.
And I know how to make things happen.
Good cop, bad cop.
- I gotta take a piss.
Anything else we need to talk about? - Yes.
- Yeah.
Quick.
- No.
- Okay.
- All right, piss.
- [Whispers.]
Jesus.
Aah! Oh! Jesus H.
Christ! - Why would you do that? Why would you do that? Don't kick it! I spent three hours trying to get this thing together this morning.
- Now I gotta start from scratch.
- I have got a lot on my mind, you know? Domestic strife? Is your son still livin' in the backyard? Aah! Geez.
My kid is gone, thank you.
[Quietly.]
All right? [Phone Rings.]
Uh, Doug Rich? Um, Chet Landry.
Can I have a moment of your time? Uh, well, the-the, uh- This is not good.
But, Mr.
Rich, I'm a- I'm a private investigator, and I'm trying to locate Pete Mincey.
- So, uh, Pete's- Pete's missing? - Well, yeah.
We hope he's just out traveling or taken an unannounced vacation.
We don't know.
Yeah, this is Dale.
The Malloy kid has hit the road.
Wow, Pete missing.
Well, l- I wish I could help you, Mr.
, uh, Landry.
- Uh, please, call me Chet.
- Chet.
Well, I have been very concerned about Pete myself.
Eh, well, he was at your house couple days ago, wasn't he? The G.
P.
S.
On his rental.
Yes.
This is exactly my point.
- Dropping by to mull over old times.
- Hmm.
You know, a surprise visit.
You know how he likes to pull surprise visits.
[Chuckles.]
His- I don't.
Do you remember what he talked about? Well, we talked about the same stories we've always talked about.
- Did he say where he was going after he saw you? - Uh, going home.
Did he mention seein' a, uh- seein' a therapist? No.
He-He seemed in very good spirits.
Oh! Is that a fact? Well, less a fact, Chet, than an impression.
[Sighs.]
- Thank you for your time.
- Thank you.
Hey.
Follow me, follow me.
- Do you know who that guy was? Have you seen him before? - Mm-mmm.
He's a P.
I.
He's looking for Pete.
- You didn't say anything, did you? - Yeah, I told him you smashed Pete's skull in with a hammer and that he's buried under this old lady.
I'm gonna overlook that remark for the sake of our partnership.
Do you want me to do anything? I could follow him.
- No, no.
No, just wait and see what he does.
- All right.
Doug.
! You ready? - Yeah, ready as I'll ever be.
- Huh? Let's go.
- [Knocking.]
- Hi.
Uh, Edenfalls Security.
- Yeah.
- Uh, something triggered the alarm up at the guardhouse like someone tried to open a window from the outside or the alarm wasn't deactivated properly.
- I should check it out.
- Be my guest.
Well, once the alarm's been activated, it needs the override, so- - The override? - Yep.
There you go.
Come on.
You could have just told me that or called.
Yeah.
No, l-l- Well, l-I wanted to make sure you were okay.
- Oh, you wanted to make sure I was okay? - Well, yeah.
You know, like unharmed or whatever.
[Laughs.]
God, so this is what you guys do all day? You just cruise around Edenfalls? You make sure all us home-alone women are okay? It's my job, ma'am.
Wow.
[Chuckles.]
Okay, okay.
L- I wanted to see you.
[Clears Throat.]
- [Laughs.]
- Oh, you want to see me? Oh, no.
No, l-I didn't, uh- - [Laughing.]
Come on, man.
Lighten up a little bit.
- [Laughs.]
If I were you, I'd want to see what's goin' on in all these houses too.
You want one? You ever do that? Just go in? - You know, check 'em out? - My boss would have my ass.
Yeah.
Well, you got the keys.
- [Beeping.]
- Mmm, n-n-no, no, no.
Okay.
Oh, come on.
[Whispers.]
Wow.
Holy shit.
[Laughs.]
Why am I whisperin', huh? - [Dog Yips.]
- Hi, puppy.
Oh, uh, don't- don't get too close.
It's fine.
He just wants a little attention.
Huh? There you go.
- What-What are you doing? - Oh, come on.
Relax.
He just wants a little attention.
[Wayne.]
Does the variance approval process ever move more rapidly, Commissioner Gilliard? An application for expedited processing can be filed with the mayor's office.
It'll take at least three months.
Oh, no, no! Used to take 24 hours.
Yes, well, I'm sure business will be conducted differently under the new mayor.
- New mayor, meaning- - I don't know, Mr.
Rich.
You'll have to ask him.
Or her.
- Her? - Carol Phipps.
So far she's the only candidate.
- Are you kiddin' me? - You can collect the paperwork for an expedited processing request at my office between 11:45 and 3:15.
Good day, gentlemen.
Good day, you prissy son of a bitch.
- Who's Carol Phipps? - Radical- Radical environmentalist.
Dangerous.
Dangerous ecoterrorist.
Ran a "save the swamp flea" campaign up in Lafayette.
Shut down an arena project I had goin' in.
Now she's gonna come after Bayou Hills.
- We could do something about that.
- Yeah, what's that? - You're gonna run for mayor.
- [Laughs.]
I don't have time for that shit.
Oh, no, don't- Oh, my God.
- Ooh.
Oh, ma- [Gags.]
- [Di Di Laughs.]
- Oh, my God.
! - He shat.
Ooh.
Oh, why did you do that? - That's great.
- No, that is not great.
- Oh, come on.
- Here, we have to clean that up.
Oh, no, you're on your own, dude.
Dog shit's not my department.
Hmm? If you were mayor, everything would be a hell of a lot easier to get done.
Think of the possibilities.
Those zoning variances? Just gone, good-bye, adios.
What, spend my time hangin' out with a bunch of politicians? No way, Doug.
- They're liars and crooks.
- What about the mojo? [Laughs.]
Doug Rich, you're crazier than a shithouse rat, you know that? A hundred and fifty million dollar crazy.
- Hey, how's it goin'? - [Mutters.]
- Put this here? - Sure.
- Can I get winners? - All right, you're next.
- [Cael.]
Oh.
- Lucky shot, kid.
Didn't think that was gonna drop.
Want a chance to win your money back? [Car Alarm Blaring In Distance.]
~~ [Car Stereo: Hip-hop, Indistinct.]
[Keys Jingle.]
[Alarm Chirps, Horn Honks.]
[Men Chattering, Laughing.]
Hey, we got a little somethin'.
Mmm! She's kinda sexy, dog.
[Laughs.]
[Chuckles.]
Yeah.
- [Sniffs.]
- She smells good too.
- Not bad.
[Laughs.]
- Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, uh-huh.
~ [Woman Singing, Indistinct.]
~ Under a moon like electric snow ~ ~ And it was there I confess that we first had a bed to share ~ [Chattering.]
Nice technique.
These things'll kill ya.
Might as well be free.
- Shh.
- Lips are sealed.
They look like they can keep a secret.
Keep a lot more than that.
[Man.]
Anybody in this flea pit know how to play nine ball? - [Man #2.]
Nah.
Gonna take a pass.
- Ah, you know what? I gotta go take his money, so- l-I'd really like to buy you a beer.
Do your thing.
What are we playin'? Texas express, one pushout? What? You got any money, kid? Or we have to wait for your mama? I'm-I'm sorry, I'm a little hard of hearin'.
Did you just say you're kind of a dummy? - [Laughs.]
- [Laughs, Groans.]
- [Man.]
Whoa.
! - [Groans.]
[Men Chattering, Shouting.]
- Hey, where'd that kid run off to? - [Man.]
Cael? Cael Malloy.
Get in here quick.
- [Man.]
Come on.
! Let's find him.
! - Get in back.
[Man.]
You follow the trailer along the side.
I'm, uh grateful to y'all for the help back there.
Looked like you could use some help.
- No shit.
- [Chuckles.]
Name's Declan Cassidy.
That's Caitlin behind the wheel.
- Hi.
- Well, pleased to meet you.
[All Laughing.]
No, Wayne.
I won't be home for a while.
- But it's past 11:00.
- I'm double baggin'.
- Oh, you're double bagging.
- Double bagging's when you go to more than one meeting a day because your life is so goddamn stressful.
- Right.
Well, you just- You got- Well, okay, but- - Oh, shit.
- Hello? [Scoffs.]
God.
- [Phone Clatters.]
You stalkin' me now? I check up on all my clients.
Oh, clients.
Is that what you call us? Huh.
Well, I tell you what.
I'm doin'just great here at the lovely Rudy and Flo's Fish Shack.
But I'm beat, and I'm goin' home.
Your place is downtown, right? - Yeah.
- So, how you gettin' home? How, uh- I told you.
I take the bus.
- Which route? - 14.
Goes straight past my place.
- [Chattering.]
- [Siren Wailing.]
How 'bout I give you a ride home? No, that's okay.
I mean, l- I gotta go lock up and stuff.
I ain't- - Don't worry.
I'll lock up.
- I'll- Okay.
Curious as to how you know my name.
Word's out you're on the road.
Hmm.
Used to work for one of your cousins.
Kind of recognize you.
- [Laughs.]
- So where you headed, Cael? - I'm just hittin' the road.
- Mm-hmm.
- You can ride with us.
- That's nice of you.
- Think I'm gonna go solo for a while though.
- As you like.
[Loudly.]
You okay back there, hon? Yeah, fine.
This is Rosaleen.
Hi.
Hi, Rosaleen.
[Man, Woman Chattering.]
Okay, uh, this is it.
Um- Uh, bathroom.
And where we're standing is the living room, the kitchen and bedroom.
- [Phone Buzzing.]
- I'm just gonna go to the bathroom.
[Door Closes.]
Dahlia, where are you? [Whispering.]
For God's sake, would you stop calling me? - Why are you whispering? - I'm at a meeting.
What, you're still at a meeting? I mean, it's midnight.
What, are you triple bagging now? Do not mock my sobriety, Wayne.
I'll get home soon.
You don't trust me, huh? You don't.
- You don't trust me.
- [Sighs.]
You know what? I'm working my ass off to get my shit together, Wayne and I will get home when I goddamn get home! - You lose somethin'? - Part of my job.
Is there any part of my life that ain't part of your job? As a matter of fact, no.
Let's have a real good look then, shall we? Let's see what we got here.
Oh.
Oh, look.
Frying pan.
Now- Oh, plates.
Ooh! What? Silverware! Oh, my gosh, what will we find next? Maybe what you're really interested in is the kind of sheets I got on my bed.
[Sighs.]
I'm sorry.
I just got bad news.
- Your son? - Yeah.
He didn't come home.
- Sorry.
- It's my asshole husband's fault.
For every minute you stay angry you give up 60 seconds of peace of mind.
- That right? - Mm-hmm.
- You make that up? - No, read it somewhere.
But I think about it whenever my head takes my heart to a place I don't want to be.
[Clears Throat.]
Uhh- I, uh- [Scoffs.]
I gotta go.
Yeah.
Well, thanks for stoppin'by.
Cael, it's Dad.
Look, I know you're working some things out and maybe it's just not a good time to be at home.
But just- If- Look, call your mom.
Okay? 'Cause she's really worried.
I love you, Cael.
Oh, go home.
[Thudding.]
[Rustling.]
[Sighs.]
[Mutters.]
Jesus Christ! [Sighs.]
Sammi.
- Wha-What's the matter? - Where's Mom? She's, uh- She's working late.
- I saw someone outside.
- What were they doing? He was sneaking around and looking through the trash.
- He took the trash, Dad.
All of it.
- All of it? - It's not a joke.
- I'll call Security, okay? - [Beeping.]
- Dad.
I found some blood the other day on the carpet.
I cleaned it up.
I used a towel to clean up the blood and I put the towel in the trash.
You think that guy took it? You've been watching too much CSI, haven't ya? Hey, don't worry.
I tell you what.
You go back to bed.
I'll be right in.
Okay? I'll just call these people.
- [Sighs.]
- [Dale.]
What? - It's me.
We've got a problem.
- I know.
He's still at the motel.
Jesus, Sammi.
[Sighs.]
You still up? - What were you looking for? - Nothing.
Well, uh- uh, a towel.
You know, to dry something up with.
Sammi, you don't remember which kind of towel you used the other night, do you? - To clean up the blood? - Yeah.
- We could steal it.
- No, then he'd know it's gone.
Then we'll never get rid of him.
- Oh, I'll get rid of him.
- Just do exactly what I say.
- [Man #1.]
Call you up.
- [Man #2.]
Come on, man.
Open the door.
- That's the one I was tellin'you about.
- [Thudding.]
[Dog Barking.]
Oh, shit! [Mouths Words.]
- Hey.
What's up, sweetie? - You touch me, I'm gonna kill you.
- We'll see about that, bitch.
- I asked you real nicely.
- [Grunting, Groaning.]
- Yeah.
Get her! - [Shouts.]
Ow! Ow! - Somebody grab her, man! - [Siren Wailing.]
- Yo, let's go, man! Let's go, man! - Get in! - Run, man.
! Why are you stoppin'? Why are y- Okay.
Hey, go on, go.
- [Shift Lever Clicks.]
- What are-Whoa, man.
I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't showed up.
I shouldn't have taken a walk this time of night, you know? I guess I'll- I'll owe you one.
[Cries.]
[Sobs, Sighs.]
Will you drive? Now, come on.
What, you're not gonna say anything? You're not gonna drive? - Tell me what I should do, Dahlia.
- What you should do? You should get your friends, go back, find those kids and kick their goddamn asses! - That's what you should do! - Tell me what I should do with you.
What do you mean? - That car- Is it yours? - What car? That car! It's yours.
I saw you.
- What, you follow me now? - Is that, or is that not your car? Yes! No! Jesus! Uh, yeah, it's my car! If I ran the plates, would that car come out stolen, Dahlia? - Sort of.
Okay- - Sort of? - Why'd you park four blocks from your place of work? - Maybe I like to walk! You're not living there! - [Shift Lever Clicks.]
- What are you doin'? - Give me one good reason why I shouldn't take you in.
- Oh, man.
- Right now! - 'Cause I'm doin' my best! I am doin' my best, goddamn it! I did everything you said I should do.
- What can I do? - But you're lying to me.
Okay, I'm lyin' a little bit! I am lyin' a little bit, but I'm tryin'.
Okay, please, because- Don't send me back.
Please, for my kids.
Oh, shut up about your kids.
Look, I went out on a limb for you! Look, I'm not gonna see 'em again if you take me back.
I'm not gonna see my kids again.
Please, please, please.
I'll do anything.
I'll do anything you want.
What do you want me to do? I'll do anything right now.
Right here.
Come on.
I'll do anything.
[Man In Distance.]
Yes, ma'am.
I'll put those here.
All right? [Scoffs.]
- Get out of my car.
- You son of a bi- I just got jacked.
I just got jacked! - What about my- - Get out of my goddamn car! Okay.
What about my parole? What are you gonna do about my parole? - We're done.
- [Panting, Sighing.]
[Rosaleen.]
Travellers all over are telling stories about the Malloys.
- You're theJames Gang or somethin'.
- [Laughs.]
Say you've been livin' in one of them fancy gated communities.
Better than livin' in a trailer, huh? Not so much.
Whole lotta people worryin' about their stuff how to stop people from taking their stuff or how to get more stuff.
All about stuff.
Too much stuff if you ask me.
What about you? Plan on stayin' on the road with your folks? Oh, D- Declan and Caitlin, they're not my folks.
They're my in-laws.
- You're married? - Was.
Uh, Bryan, my husband died from a fall.
I'm sorry.
Mmm.
It was his own stupid fault.
He was drunk.
That was three years ago.
I've been with these guys ever since.
[Clears Throat.]
- So, gonna hit the road, Cael.
- I might jump out then.
Well, suit yourself.
Hey, stick with us, Cael.
L- I'd like it if you did.
Ain't like Texas is goin' anywhere.
Attaboy.
What's the plan, Wayne? I am under as much pressure as you are here.
I know you have all the answers, but there's a big difference between the towel in that room and the towel that you're holdin'.
- There's no blood, Wayne.
- [Clicks.]
[Groaning.]
- Dad.
- Oh, shit.
Sam.
What are you doing? I'm gonna go take care of the phone.
- What are you doing? - Are we in trouble, Dad? There's a man in that motel room who could make things really difficult for us.
- He's looking for Pete? - And he's convinced himself that we know where he is.
He could kill the dream, Sammi.
Why are you working with Dale, Dad? - [Wayne Scoffs.]
- I thought he was the enemy.
- Well- - Is that Pete's blood on the towel? Life is complicated, Sam.
I thought life was a river.
Yeah, it's that too.
- Hi, my name is Pete Mincey.
- [Man.]
Uh-huh.
I'm trying to reach Chet Landry.
- He called me, and I think his room phone is broken, so- - All right.
I don't have his cell phone number.
Could you-Thanks.
Okay, now stay here.
I'll be right back.
- Dad.
- Get outta here! - I want to come.
I can look out.
- No, absolutely not.
- It's my fault.
- All right, you're on lookout.
Anything goes wrong, you run! [Imitates Static.]
I was-[Imitates Static.]
[Grunts.]
[TV: Indistinct.]
[Imitates Static.]
Could you- [Imitates Static.]
That- [Cell Phone Rings.]
Dahlia? Dahlia? Who's Dahlia? Doug Rich! You dog.
Who's Dahlia? You do- Oh, no, no, no.
Don't hang up.
Don't hang up.
I got somethin'big to tell you, somethin'really big.
You know how- Hey.
! Don't hang up.
You know how-You know how Bush calls Karl Rove "Turd Blossom"? Huh? Well, you're gonna be my Turd Blossom, Doug.
I'm runnin' for mayor, and you're gonna make sure I win.
All right? Who's got mojo now? Huh? Turd Blossom! Oh, yeah, Gi Gi and I are back.
[Chuckles.]
See, I told you I'd do it.
[Wayne.]
Sammi? Sammi! Sammi.
[Whispers.]
Oh, my God.
Get back.
Get back! Sammi, get back.
Get back! - Oh, hey, brother.
Uh, I think you are entering my room.
- Hey, whoa, bub.
- Hey, buddy.
This is my- This is my room.
- It's my room.
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I paid good money for this room.
- Hey, you know, you're drunk.
Back off, buddy.
- Oh, don't touch me.
- Don't you touch me! Don't touch me! - Back off, buddy! You touch a guy.
Now, what is that? - That's inappropriate behavior right there.
- Hey, you're drunk.
- It is my personal space here, man.
- Hey, you're drunk.
- My personal space.
Know what I'm sayin'? - Yeah, I know what you're sayin'.
All right.
You know what? I do believe I am stayin' at the room across the street.
I wouldn't stay at this shithole if you offered me free porn and a continental breakfast.
- Well, move it along then, bud.
- Hmm.
Hmm.
[Chattering In Distance.]
- What are we doin' here? - We're bunkin' down here tonight.
Come on.
Let's get you somethin' to eat.
Well, come on.
Ain't you hungry? Who's that? Eamon Quinn.
No shit.
Come on.
Let's go get somethin' to eat.
Come on.
All right.
[Chattering.]
Uh-huh.
Yeah, he did.
[Woman.]
Hey, talk to Mark.
He'll help you.
- That was close.
- Oh, that was too close.
- We got the towel though.
- Yeah, we got the towel.
You're good.
I mean, you're CSI good.
Hey.
Thank you.
- What are you doin' up? - We're having a father-son moment.
- You okay? - Sure.
I'm gonna make some tea.
Hey, Dad.
- Yeah? - You gonna tell Mom about the motel? Let's keep that between you and me- for the moment.
Okay? - Okay, you get some sleep.
- Dad? - Yeah? - Thanks for not abandoning me back there.
Hey.
That will never happen.
Okay? I will never abandon you ever.
I know, Dad.
I trust you.
Okay, that's good.
[Cell Phone Ringing.]
- Dale? - P.
I.
Is gone.
- You saw him go? - Followed him out of town.
- [Teakettle Whistles.]
- Well, let's hope that's the last we hear from him.
See you around the office, partner.
- [Beeps.]
- Okay.
You hear from Cael? - Where were you last night? - I slept in the car.
- Wouldn't start this mornin'.
- So how did you get home? Walked.
We have to find Cael, so let's start by calling everyone he knows.
- He's on the road, Wayne.
Di Di told me.
- Oh.
- No one's seen him.
- Well, we'll give him till tomorrow.
Yeah? And then what? I tell you.
I'm gonna kick his sorry little ass when I see him.
He ain't gonna be able to sit down for a week.
- So you slept in the car? - Yeah.
It really hurt yesterday when you called me a liar.
- I didn't call you a liar.
- You said you didn't trust me.
- I was worried out of my mind about Cael, the way you are.
- Oh, all right.
- You know, I didn't know where you were.
- Okay.
[Sighs.]
Okay, you're not a liar.
- No, I'm not a liar.
- No.
I'm sorry.
Hey, I trust you.
Come on.
Get some sleep.