Saving Grace s02e09 Episode Script

[Woman On TV.]
Let's go live to McAlester State Prison where we have breaking news of the execution of the triple murderer, Felix Wayne Buffett.
I believe we have confirmation.
Felix Wayne Buffett was declared dead in the execution chamber at precisely 9:48.
- Six minutes ago.
- [Cheering.]
Whoo! I thought I was so screwed when I got the 9:30 block in the pool.
God bless the American Civil Liberties Union.
Ah, supposed to do it by 6:00 so people could get home.
Yeah.
You don't want to be late for supper after you've killed a man.
- You aren't gonna cry, are you? - I may, for your bloodthirsty souls.
- Aw! - [Laughing.]
- You telling me you don't believe in the death penalty? - State-sanctioned murder? No.
Plus it's not a deterrent.
Sticking a needle in Felix Wayne Buffett is not gonna stop one person from killing someone.
Well, it stopped him.
He won't kill again.
Will you continue to protest, now that the Supreme Court has signed off and executions are back to a normal schedule? Well, there's nothing normal about a government that puts a man to death.
- [Snickers.]
- We are the only civilized democracy in the world that permits this sort of punishment.
- See what I gotta put up with? - Grace, you know that guy? Oh.
[Chuckles.]
Billy! Grace.
I thought that was you.
Mmm! - Oh, what are you doing here, man? - In town to see my folks.
Hey, I want you to meet my wife.
Linda, Grace Hanadarko.
Grace Hanadarko? Grace Hanadarko? - Hey.
Linda.
- [Billy.]
Whoa, whoa.
- Hey, hey.
Linda, Linda.
That was high school.
- It was high school! [Laughing.]
I ran into them at mass.
- We cooked the whole thing up.
- Good job.
"It was high school.
It was high school!" - [Laughing.]
- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
You were good.
You're dead.
- Whoo! - Ah, yeah, girl! - [Cell Phone Ringing.]
- Whoo! Whool - Hey, pretty girl.
How are you? - [Butch.]
Yeahl What kind of trouble? Sayre.
Calm down.
Where are you? Okay.
Okay.
I'll be right there.
Oh, man.
- They got Sayre downtown.
- What happened? I don't know.
Something about drugs.
- My niece.
- You need anything? [Acoustic Guitar.]
[Man.]
So pretty and, oh, so bold Got a heart full of gold on a lonely road - She said, "I don't even think that God can save me" - Save me Am I gaining ground Am I losing face Have I lost and found my saving grace Thankful for the gift my angels gave me - Did you call my dad? - Yeah.
- He's on his way.
- Shit.
Addison- is she okay? No.
She's in the hospital in a coma.
- [Exhales.]
- Listen to me, Sayre.
You're going to tell me what happened.
You're not going to let anything out and you're not going to lie because if you do, you will remember this conversation as the last time I ever spoke to you.
- It was just a party, Aunt Grace.
- A scavenger party where everyone brings whatever pills they can find and throws them into a bowl.
Do you know what kind of drugs you ingested? I just took one pill.
Do you know what it was? I don't know.
It was blue.
I just had one.
- And how many Addison take? - One.
You bring any pills to the party? - What kind? - I don't know.
Where did you get 'em? Where did you get them? Staying with my dad this weekend.
I got them from him.
- You stole them from him.
- [Sighs.]
- How many scavenger parties you been to? - This was my first one.
I swear to God.
Addison and I have never been.
- We just wanted to see what one was like.
- Your idea, or Addison's? Mine.
- I want to see my daughter! - Not till you calm down, Leo.
- Damn it, Grace! - Not till you calm down.
How does she not know what kind of drugs she took? Kids raid their parents' medicine cabinets get their little brother's Ritalin, their grandpa's Alzheimer's medicine their dog's arthritis medicine.
- Are you kidding me? - No.
Oh, this is insane.
Is she insane? - Is she stupid? - Yes, she's a stupid kid, just like we were.
- Oh, we were never that stupid.
- You don't remember purple passion? A barrel of grain alcohol and grape juice driving down country roads speeding with our lights off? And we're lucky to be alive.
But there's stupid, and there's drugs.
And we never did drugs, Grace.
Well, we smoked pot a couple times.
Look, Leo.
It's a different world today.
Depressed? Take a pill.
Can't get a hard-on? Take a pill.
L-I'm not excusing it.
I'm just saying they have influences we never had.
All right.
So what happens now? She gonna have a record? D.
A.
's gonna make that call.
But Sayre became a drug trafficker the second she took meds from your house to the party.
- My house? - And a distributor when she put 'em in the bowl.
[Laughs.]
Oh, Jesus.
I don't believe this.
I don't believe this.
Oh, God.
I mean, that could have been Sayre.
Pick a different pill, it's Sayre in that coma.
I've known Addison since she was six years old.
I built them a tree house.
- You call Barbara? - Yeah.
She's- I don't know- somewhere with her new boyfriend.
They're getting a plane back tomorrow.
[Inhales, Exhales Deeply.]
- Can I see my daughter now? - Yeah, come on.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Are you working a case? - Yeah.
- Which one? - Something left over from patrol.
This goof steals gnomes.
Gnomes and OSU Cowboy stuff.
[Chuckles.]
I hear you're a Cowboys fan.
Dallas Cowboys.
I'm not really into college football.
- Are you working a case? - Yeah.
- Uh, a drug case.
- Cocaine? Heroin? Prescription drugs? Yeah, prescription drugs.
Bad scrips, bad pills.
Scavenger party? You know about Grace's niece.
My friend responded to the 911 call, gave me a heads-up.
The party was in Quail Creek.
Home of Luke Kealor, 17.
No record.
Junior at Putnam.
Uh, parents out of town.
Twelve kids in total.
Three were taken to the hospital.
One's in a coma.
Shit.
Addison McGuire.
She went into convulsions.
The Kealor kid called 911.
Gnomes, huh? Gnomes.
It always amazes me how God keeps coming up with all these different noses.
Ah- I mean, look at this one.
Would you say that looks more like a mushroom or a ripe persimmon? Shit, Earl.
This is the best coffee I ever tasted.
Oh.
It's from the highlands of Guatemala.
How's Sayre? - Leo? - Worse, if that's possible.
She's like you at that age.
Thinks she's indestructible.
All kids do.
Oh, she doesn't think that anymore.
She'll forget, like you forgot.
You never did tell anybody how you really broke that, did you? Broken arm I could handle but getting grounded a week before my senior prom? Couldn't chance it.
You looked awful pretty in your prom dress even with a cast.
How did I escape the drug thing? Smoked pot twice.
That's it.
- Barrels of purple passion? - Yeah, I guess but if drugs were around, I'd have done them.
I would've done exactly what Sayre did.
So what do I do? Do I ask the D.
A.
For a favor? Well, is Sayre a good kid? - Yeah.
She's just- She- - Just a little wild? Yeah.
A little like you? Axtivan, Diamonol, Percozan, Oxymontran, Acepromazine- - What's Acepromazine? - Um, it's a horse tranquilizer.
We've got painkillers, sedatives sleeping pills, antidepressants erectile dysfunction, anti-psychosis, antiseizure and high blood pressure.
And amphetamines- diet pills.
So some combination of these sent Addison into convulsions.
Could have just been one pill.
Could have been this pill.
It's supposed to be a painkiller called Antrimil.
- Supposed to be? - Hey, man.
Check this out.
- Yeah.
- You're here too? On my way home, sort of.
We all just happened to come in at midnight? - We all just happen to know Grace.
- [Ham.]
Hey, so - what were you saying about the pills? - They're counterfeit.
I found these two and one other.
I'm testing to see what it's been cut with.
So you're saying these didn't come from a pharmacy? Not a legitimate one.
Maybe off the Internet or from the street.
Goes with what I just heard from the graveyard shift in Narco.
These knockoffs are starting to show up all over the county.
- Grace know about this? - [Cell Phones Beeping.]
Hmm.
I just paged you guys two seconds ago.
- We were downstairs.
- You were downstairs? What do you mean you were downstairs? - It's 1:00 in the morning.
- We wanted to help.
What's up? My niece was at a scavenger party- Yeah, Grace.
We know.
The pills, girl in a coma.
Addison McGuire.
She just died.
- [Phone Rings.]
- [Chattering.]
Okay.
Rhetta says the fake pills were cut with aspirin, cornstarch and a paralytic.
Suppressed Addison's involuntary muscles sent her into cardiac arrest.
- We got a homicide.
- [Abby.]
Well, it depends if she only took one pill or if she took a combination of pills.
My niece said she took one pill.
- You talk to Dope? - Yeah.
These fake Antrimil are new on the streets.
We got a chance to stop this thing before it catches fire.
One other O.
D.
Eight days ago.
Fourteen-year-old runaway.
Abby knew her.
Yeah, called herself Little Cheyenne.
I arrested her twice for prostitution.
- You know where she got her drugs? - No.
No.
But she bartered sex for drugs.
Uh, food, motel rooms.
She worked Robinson sometimes.
Uh, truck stops mostly.
- Pippa.
- Pippa.
Maybe that's how the shit's getting in our state.
L-35.
Drug corridor to the heartland.
I want to nail whoever's responsible for Addison swallowing that pill.
Hey, Aunt Grace, Captain Perry.
- Hey, Clay.
I haven't seen you here in a while.
- Yes, ma'am, but I'm back now.
- With parental approval.
- Hmm.
- This is Officer Abby Charles.
- Nice to meet you.
- Can I talk to you for a second? - I'm gonna get some coffee.
- Do you want some? - Yeah.
Marshall called me this morning.
Bet the cousin hotline's buzzing.
Is Sayre okay? Sayre's in some trouble, Clay.
Your dad talk to you about this? He said she did drugs.
Yeah.
So did her friend, and her friend died.
That's the thing about drugs.
It only takes one time.
- Did you ever do drugs? - No.
Have you? No.
We took an oath as Police Explorers that we never will.
I'm gonna remind you of that.
When you're 16, you think you know everything.
- How was I supposed to know they were gonna bring drugs? - What about the booze? Beer maybe.
Yeah.
- I mean, big deal.
- Couple of your friends say different, Luke.
Couple of your friends say you have these parties all the time.
Well, whoever said that is lying.
No.
You're the one lying.
We got five different friends, same story.
Your parents travel a lot.
Big sister doesn't give a shit.
You used your mom's wooden salad bowl she got from Africa till someone puked in it and you threw it away.
So we believe your friends, Luke.
You were handing out pills like candy.
- We all just got 'em out of the bowl.
- What did you put in the bowl? I don't know.
Maybe your dad's Antrimil? - Maybe.
- That's a nice high, huh? All peace and love, your bones feel like mush.
These your dad's pills? - Huh? - I guess.
No, they're not.
Not these.
These you got somewhere else.
- Where'd you get these, Luke? - You got the pills from somebody.
You gave them to Addison.
Addison is dead.
- What's that called? - Murder.
- I just put them in the bowl.
- You're still responsible.
Unless you tell us where you got 'em.
Okay, this- this guy.
I don't know his name.
He hangs out at the video arcade.
I need to get something out of the way before we start.
Uh, the Eighth Amendment Project is not contingent on your subscribing to any particular faith.
This is about the possibility of clemency for you and ending the death penalty in this country.
How about global warming? - What about it? - How about ending global warming? Reducing the carbon footprint, shit like that.
That's a good cause.
You doing something about that? Mr.
Cooley, uh, we seem to have a miscommunication about why I'm here.
They let me out of my cell.
I get to walk more than four feet in any direction without hitting a wall.
And all I gotta do is listen to some priest talk? I'm down with that.
You break up my day.
We petitioned for the right to talk to every prisoner on death row to let them know what their options are and what people of conscience are doing to end the death penalty.
Do I get to be on a poster? 'Cause I think I'd look good on a poster.
I'm sorry if you think I've come here to waste your time.
And I'm sorry if I'm not acting grateful that so many people are worried about me.
So you tell them- Have a nice meeting, and you tell them that Leon Cooley says he's sorry.
And then have everybody give everybody a nice, big hug.
Okay.
So you don't want to talk about your execution.
What do you want to talk about? What else can I do to entertain you? Uh, card tricks? Want me to run to my car, get my ventriloquist dummy? I just don't like being on someone's agenda.
Understand? I do understand.
So, you got a name, besides "Father"? John Hanadarko.
Son of a bitch.
You got a cousin or something like that.
Tight little blonde with a foul mouth named Grace.
- Why? - You do, don't you? - Why do you want to know? - Well, she must be closer than your cousin.
Your sister? Your sister.
Perfect.
[Laughs.]
Hold on.
[Exhales Deeply.]
Did Earl send you? - Earl? - Yeah.
- You know Earl? - How do you know him? Your sister and I share a- a last-chance angel, Father.
So, who's the ventriloquist dummy now? Well, you gotta adapt to the shifting business model.
Know what I mean? - Sex for drugs.
- Drugs, gift cards, appliances.
I got some nice hardwood flooring last week.
Brazilian cherry.
I'm not talking about microwaves, Pippa.
I'm talking about counterfeit painkillers.
Stuff that killed a girl in Quail Creek and a runaway named Little Cheyenne.
Shit.
I hadn't seen her around.
I was hoping she'd gone home.
No.
She didn't go home.
She took some fake Antrimil.
- Know how she got it? - How would I know that, Grace? [Sighs.]
She was a real sweet kid, huh? The first time I arrested her, she told me she was looking for love, not sex.
Dumb as a post, that one.
She thought she was gonna find Prince Charming in the front seat of a muscle car.
Oh, great.
- Ah.
- She got the pills from you, didn't she? I don't know.
She might have.
About a week ago, she had these prepaid phone cards and I had these pills.
It was a trade, Grace.
I didn't know she was gonna take the shit herself.
- How'd you get the pills? - One of the other girls.
She got 'em from a client-a trucker.
Let me get you a name.
- [Chattering.]
- Hey.
This is Special Agent Dave Daniels.
He works counterterrorism for the F.
B.
I.
Detective Grace Hanadarko.
Heard you got some bad meds coming up l-35.
Maybe.
- Tildee's Truck Stop.
- Yeah.
It's on our radar.
[Abby.]
Dave's got a contact, gave him a tip about a new operation in Mexico, cooking up fake painkillers.
Same guy gave us six Syrians crossed the border in a tomato truck.
Intel is spot-on.
- You got the information? - Yeah.
Appreciate it.
Abby, we've got an interview waiting.
- [Abby.]
Thanks.
- Don't be a stranger.
[Abby.]
Okay.
- You called in the feds? - No.
No.
I ran into Dave.
He asked me what I was working on.
- And you told him.
- Yes.
- Why? - I thought we could use the help.
Did I miss the memo where you became chief of police? Or did they just make you captain? Because I thought you were a 28-day patrol officer on rotation.
- I should have cleared it with you first.
- With me? With Captain Perry.
There's a chain of command.
You don't have the authority to jump it.
I understand that.
Uh, I apologize.
But the feds could help.
If we work together, get some interagency cooperation going we could cut the pipeline off at both ends.
Okay.
Then let's do it.
Let's go to Mexico.
Go home and pack.
Pack a lot.
A big operation like this takes time.
Even with Special Agent Daniels's special information.
We'll be gone a month.
Maybe longer.
You good with that? Babysitter all lined up? You know, I did what I did so that we could work our case.
If the F.
B.
I.
Has information that could help us, I want to know about it.
You should too.
It's these bullshit turf wars that keep all of us from doing our job maybe even saving lives.
I have a friend who works in the bureau.
I ran into him.
I shared some information about a case.
Well, that's cool.
What about sharing information with me? - You got an idea, share it with me, Abby.
- That's what I just did.
[Chattering.]
- Hey.
How's Sayre? - She needs our prayers.
I was at McAlester State Prison today.
- We saw you last night on the news.
- I met Leon Cooley.
Okay.
What the hell's going on, Rhetta? Damn.
My ears are still ringing, man.
All those video games.
I hate that shit.
- I knew it was a waste of time.
- What? You think Luke was bullshitting us? Yeah.
I didn't think there was a guy selling pills out of a video arcade.
- Why didn't you say something? - I figured you saw something I didn't.
Well, I figured you had something better, you would've spoke up.
My sister has been chosen as a participant in a divine play - orchestrated by an angel at the request of God.
- Again.
My sister has been chosen as a participant in a divine play orchestrated by an angel at the request of God.
- Is it helping? - No.
So you think some other kid brought the Antrimil to the party.
It could've been Luke, could've been someone else, could've been leftovers from another party.
- So what's your point? - My point is maybe they aren't coming from the street.
Maybe one of these kids is a farmer.
Maybe Luke.
If all of this is true, or e-even if most of it that is scientific proof of a miracle.
- Do you understand that? - Yes.
Have you thought about what that means? Right now I think it means that you, me and Grace are supposed to help Leon Cooley.
You go see Addison's parents? Tried to.
They hate me.
Let 'em hate you if that makes 'em feel better.
They're hurting right now, Sayre.
So am I.
I didn't want Addison to die.
Her brother said it was my fault.
It wasn't my fault.
I didn't even want to do the stupid drugs.
Addison did.
Why is it my fault? - Am I gonna be arrested? - The D.
A.
Hasn't decided.
Dad said I could go to prison.
He's right.
He and Mom are freaking out.
Let me tell you why.
We'll start with theft of a controlled substance- a felony.
You can get up to 10 years.
Are you listening, Sayre? Next is unlawful possession.
Two to 10 years, first offense.
Then delivery and distribution of a controlled dangerous substance, which is two to life.
Life in prison.
That's why they're freaking out.
Here's why I'm freaking out.
The party was 1,800 feet from a grade school.
That automatically doubles your sentence.
You can't tell me that you've never done drugs.
And I know that my mom has.
I found her college journal.
She did cocaine, and she took quaaludes.
- And? - I'm just saying.
Well, it sounds like you're saying that makes what you did okay.
Makes Addison being dead okay.
That what you're saying? - No.
- Then what are you saying? What's the difference between booze and drugs? - Daddy drinks every day.
So do you.
- So this is our fault? Hmm? [Chuckles.]
Hmm.
Probably is.
You're probably right.
Your mom and I, Aunt Grace- Oh.
Yeah, we've made a lot of mistakes.
But this isn't gonna be one of them.
Get up.
Get up, or I'll pick you up.
[Grace.]
You heard your dad.
[Sighs.]
You too.
Come on.
- You too.
- [Grumbles.]
[Whimpering Softly.]
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
[Whispers.]
Come on.
[Whimpers.]
[Leo.]
Come on now.
Come on.
- Look at her.
Look at her.
- No.
Do this.
So it's real.
So you know that Addison is never coming back.
We're right here.
Open your eyes.
[Gasping, Sobbing.]
No.
[Sobbing.]
[Whispers.]
It's all right.
It's all right.
You know, when you die, you suddenly weigh three quarters of an ounce less than you did when you was alive.
Some people think that's the weight of your soul.
What do you think? I think it's the air in your lungs.
[Grace.]
Yeah, Chuck.
Hey.
What's the good ofhaving a friend who's the D.
A.
If you can't call in a favor? What about the rest of the kids? Good.
Let's hope they listen.
Thanks, man.
You said 10:00, right? Yeah.
I got here early.
What can I get for you? - Uh, a cup of coffee and a bowl of fruit, please.
- You got it.
I turned your friend's information over to Dope.
They're gonna go after the manufacturer in Mexico.
- Said to send you an attagirl.
Sound good? - Yeah.
Still doesn't erase the fact bringing in the F.
B.
I.
Was a bullshit move.
Understood.
- Hey, girls.
- Got a name, Pippa? Carl Lafong.
He's a regular of mine, believe it or not.
- He's been holding out on me.
- Lucky you.
- What's Carl's role? - Well, he drives the shit up from Mexico and he unloads it right here in the parking lot.
- When's he coming in next? - Tonight.
Solid.
So here's the plan.
We set up a stakeout tonight nail the distributor and the buyer.
[Chattering.]
- Warrant pay off? - No.
Luke's not farming.
Scared him enough to give us the real name of that guy he's buying from.
- All right.
Let's bring him in.
- We don't have to.
He got busted two nights ago in Muskogee.
This just isn't his week, is it? Well, that takes care of the street dealer.
Now I want to close the pipeline.
Stakeout's approved for the truck stop tonight.
Let's talk about it.
Hey.
Man, I hate this.
I hate not partnering with you.
- What? - I know.
I know.
I know.
Look.
Do you trust Abby? Yeah.
I guess.
Uh, takes time.
If something goes down, do you trust her? Like you trust me? So, what do we do? Shit, Ham.
This wasn't my idea.
- [Door Opens, Closes.]
- [Mouths Words.]
- How many you up to? - I don't count 'em.
I just do 'em till I can't do any more.
You should sleep.
I'm enjoying the darkness.
[Sniffs.]
What is that? Cestrum nocturnum.
Night jasmine.
Always liked it.
Those last days before they execute you they move you to a special cell where the lights stay on 24-7.
They say it's so they can check up on you.
Make sure you haven't disappeared.
I think it's so they can make you crazy before they kill you.
So they take away the darkness.
No more nights.
Think you trying to make me crazy too.
How so? You send her brother in here to see me? - I didn't send anybody.
- First you send her friend with the glasses.
Now her brother? I walk in that room, it's like a talk show- Getting to Know Grace.
- Well, they were coming to see you.
- Yeah they're coming to see me, but it's about her.
None of this shit has anything to do with me.
It's all about her, isn't it? It ain't about any of you, Leon.
It's about what has to happen and the way it has to happen.
The way you make things happen.
- I'm on this river same as you.
- Tell me something.
Why'd you put me in front of her car that night? Why me and not anyone else from in here? It wouldn't have made a difference.
So how come I get stuck with Grace Hanadarko and her brother and her friends? Leon, you and Grace- your wires were crossed long before you ever met each other on that road.
The two of you were connected before I ever showed up.
How? Why? You give me that "circle of life" bullshit I will beat you till your brains come out your ears.
- Not yet.
- "Not yet.
" Well, when do I get to find out? When the needle's in my goddamn arm? When it's time.
You won't leave here in the dark, Leon.
I promise you that.
You will find out.
And you will understand.
So will she.
And so will I.
That's how it works.
Not good enough.
Not near good enough.
Count me out.
I'm done.
Leon's talk show is off the air.
You can't do that, Leon.
You can't resign from this.
None of us can.
You don't think so? Watch.
[Man.]
Where you headed, Jeff? [Woman Laughs.]
Hey, right this way.
Hey! - You ever hear from Bobby? - No.
Bullshit.
[Cell Phone Rings.]
Hey.
Yeah.
This morning.
[Chuckles.]
Okay, but only a few flakes.
Remember? It's time for you to go to bed.
Okay.
Sleep tight.
Love you.
- We got a new goldfish.
- Boy or girl? Apparently a boy.
My son named him Max.
- [Man.]
You said it.
- That's right.
Oh.
Hey! Hey.
Not our guy.
Pippa would have given the signal.
- So the F.
B.
I.
- Yeah.
I like the scope, the resources the fact that I can help protect As opposed to just 500,000.
Why not the F.
B.
I? Why O.
C.
P.
D? We're a family, not a bureaucracy.
The F.
B.
I.
's a family too.
So you put in a few years with us, get your law degree, get into the F.
B.
I.
, then what? Put my kid through school, retire, move back to Texas.
- Texas? - Yeah.
Hey, man.
You and Bob- You and Bobby ever play games? - Games? - Yeah, you know, just to goof.
Like 20 questions, the alphabet game.
Like what would you and Bobby be doing now? One of us would probably be sleeping.
[Grace.]
Molly doesn't have to put up with that shit.
If she wants to press charges, we got him in the act.
She's got nowhere else to go.
She has to put up with it.
- You know Molly? - No.
I just know the life.
[Truck Horn Honks.]
Shit.
She's good.
[Laughs.]
Hey.
Check it out.
Hey.
Okay.
That's him.
- Carl's pulling in now.
- He's moving to the west end of the lot.
Red cab.
West end of the parking lot.
You see him? - Yeah.
- Wait for my word.
We're gonna try to get a closer look.
[Chattering.]
[Man Speaking, Indistinct.]
[Woman Speaking, Indistinct.]
We got two kids next to the trailer one over from Carl.
- Get 'em out of there.
- Shit.
Got it.
[Whispering.]
Okay.
Come on.
Come on.
I'm- Up, up, up.
I'm a cop.
Run, run, honey.
Go.
Go, go, go, go.
Go, go, go, go.
[Carl.]
No.
We do the, uh, money part first and then I give you this and what's in the truck, and I'm counting it this time.
Oh, yeah? Police.
Put the gun down.
Put it down.
[Ham.]
Policel Put the gun down.
- I got him.
- [Grace.]
Abby, no.
Keep your hands up.
Keep 'em up.
- Abby went after Carl.
- [Sirens Wailing.]
Go, go.
I got him.
Go.
Go! On your knees.
On your knees! - [Carl.]
Everybody get outl Get out nowl - [Woman Screams.]
- Go.
Gitl - [Man.]
Come on, Cara.
Take the back.
[Loud Clang.]
You okay? [Gunshot.]
[Man.]
Head around back.
Keep 'em behind the trucks.
Get out now.
Come on.
This way.
Come on.
- [Glass Shatters.]
- Goddamn it.
- Place is a firetrap.
- Let him go.
- Somebody set me up! - Set you up for what? We're here to I.
D.
A cattle rustler.
I walk around a rig, see you with a gun, you blow my whole game.
You shoot somebody back there? Sir, you okay? [Butch.]
Psst.
- [Chatter On Police Radio.]
- Shit.
She don't have a shot.
We don't have a shot.
Hurt him, I can't help you.
- I haven't hurt anybody.
- I heard a gunshot.
Yeah? Get out, or you're gonna hear a couple more! I mean it! Okay.
I got a better idea.
You let him go, then you and I work it out.
Just the two of us.
- All right.
Throw that gun away.
- No.
You throw it away, I'll let him go.
That's not gonna happen.
What's your name? I will shoot him.
I will shoot his face off! Then I'll shoot you and go home.
Let him loose.
[Ham.]
I see the hostage.
- I don't see Grace.
- Yeah, we've got three hostages.
One civilian, two detectives, possible gunshot wound.
We'll need E.
M.
T.
- No sign of Abby? - No.
- Gunshot came from the kitchen.
- We need the layout.
- No.
We need to get in there.
- What do you want to do? Charge in there and get Grace killed? The backdoor is locked.
We get a key, we get inside.
[Whimpering.]
- [Ham.]
Shitl The lights.
- Turn out all the lights you want.
It won't make us go away.
We're not going anywhere.
Put the gun down before something bad happens.
Shit! Okay.
We're halfway home.
- That's good you let him go.
What's your name? - Carll We're almost done, Carl.
All you have to do is put your gun down and come out from the hallway.
- [Carl.]
Nol - You don't put your gun down, somebody's gonna get shot.
It won't be me.
This drug shit- You don't look like the type.
I'll bet you're just doing this to make ends meet.
- [Carl.]
Shitl - Okay.
You got a problem here.
And the problem's only gonna get worse until you put your gun down.
That clear, Carl? Seems clear to me.
You listening? [Clatters.]
Come out! Come on out! I'll shoot you right through the door.
[Pippa Gasping.]
Shit.
Hold on, man.
Hold your- - [Butch.]
I got him.
I got him.
- Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.
- Hold on.
- [Sobbing.]
Carl.
- She's a cop? - No, I'm not.
I'm not, Carl.
I swear.
Please don't shoot me.
This whole thing's a setupl You're a cop? She's not a cop.
Pippa, calm down.
- [Wailing.]
No! No! - Calm down.
- [Wailing.]
- Okay.
Okay, Carl.
Stay right where you are right behind the counter.
All right.
I'm gonna help her out.
- [Wailing.]
- [Carl.]
Shut her upl Pippa, come over here.
- [Whimpers.]
- That's right.
Take my hand.
Abbyl Abby.
Abbyl Drop the gun.
Oh.
Shit.
[Groans.]
- Evening, Padre.
- Yeah.
- Uh, a white wine, please.
- Mm-hmm.
Got it.
May have to fly out tonight.
If you're in prayer, Father, I won't bother you.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
I'm sorry.
I'm- [Clears Throat.]
How you doing? Do you believe in second chances? - Yes.
- Me too.
How about third, fourth, fifth, thousand chances? I know God does.
Well, here's to God.
[Chatter On Police Radio.]
[Siren Wailing.]
[Chattering.]
[Man Shouts In Distance.]
[Man On Radio.]
Okay.
We're going back to the station now.
- [Chattering.]
- I didn't take a shot when I had it, when- when you were on the floor.
Why not? I thought about it too long.
I ran after him without thinking, and then when you called my name, l- [Scoffs.]
I couldn't stop thinking.
Not thinking.
Thinking too much.
The trick is to stay between them.
That's where all the interesting shit happens.
I'll work on it.
Next time, take the shot.