Rogue (2013) s04e01 Episode Script

ETHAN: Previously on Rogue.
The walking dead.
"All we need to do is get rid of Ethan Kelly.
" MARTY: She's bad news, Ethan.
If you don't get rid of her, I will.
What'd you have in mind? That I would be appointed to the District Court of the state of Illinois.
She's going down for treason and espionage.
And I want to convince her to bring Marty Stein down with her.
We know about you, Anna (PATRICK YELLS) (GUNSHOT) Stay with me! Don't do this to me.
Don't do this to me! Stay with me! (SOBBING) Don't you fucking move.
Down on your knees, put your hands on your head.
- (GUNSHOT) - (SCREAMS) - You set me up.
- We good? Far from fucking good, Ethan.
(THEME SONG PLAYING) (COCKING GUN) (BIRDS CHIRPING) (GUN CLICKS AND COCKS) (SIREN WAILING) (INDISTINCT CHATTER AND LAUGHTER) Turn in his resume and all that (SPEAKING SPANISH) What are you doing here? (CONTINUES SPEAKING SPANISH) See what happens if you fuck the help.
(LAUGHS) (LAUGHS) (GRUNTS) - (ALL GASP) - (WHEEZING) - WOMAN: (SCREAMS) - Oh, shit! (CUTLERY CLATTERING) (POLICE SIREN BLARING) (INDISTINCT CHATTER) (BELL DINGS) MAN: Coming through.
- Pop? - Mmm-hmm? Why the hell are you buying cases of okra? 'Cause Jimmy gives me such a good deal on it.
Well, no one eats okra.
You know why? Because nobody likes okra.
- And it's not a deal if nobody is buying it.
- Yeah.
(BELL DINGS) Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Cesar! What the hell are you doing? I'm letting the steak run off.
This grill has been seasoning for 40 years, you wanna let it run off? Look at that.
There's not even a cross-char mark on the steak.
That's our signature.
Put the signature on our steak or you find yourself another job, okay? (LAUGHS) All right, here you go, Mr.
Sandoval.
- Thanks.
- (PHONE CHIMES) Pop, I gotta go.
- Oh.
- Work.
Here You be careful, baby.
Always.
(SIREN BLARING) - Hey.
- Hey This one gets us home early.
Witnesses say a young girl walked in, approached the vic while he was having dinner with friends.
They had words, some kind of an argument What about? The friends didn't know.
She was speaking Spanish, but it seemed like they knew each other.
She stabbed him once through the heart Sat down and waited for the cops.
- That girl in the car out front did this? - Yeah.
Gosh, she looks barely old enough to drive.
- You get a name? - Maria Alvarado.
No ID.
- She in the system? - No.
All right, check with INS and ICE.
- What do we have on the vic? - Daniel Jameson.
Mid 50's.
A partner at The Ombello Group.
"Ombello?" Is that Latin for bullshit? After they exchanged words, Alvarado's walking away That's when Jameson told his friends, "See what happens if you fuck the help.
" - Was she the maid? - No, see, that's the thing.
When we called next of kin, Jameson's wife, she said she'd never heard of Maria Alvarado.
Huh.
She stab him with a steak knife? Yes.
Like I said, home before midnight.
- Maybe not.
- Why's that? Because killing him wasn't her intention when she came in here.
If it was, why'd she grab the knife off the table instead of bringing her own weapon with her? So it begins.
Okay.
- ETHAN: It looks, uh - FENCE: Light? You were expecting more.
I was expecting 75 cents on the dollar.
Yeah.
$22 million.
Give or take.
- Because that's what Marty Stein told you.
- Yes? That's what Marty Stein told me.
Yes.
And Mr.
Stein has never lied to you before? There's $6 million in that bag, Mr.
Kelly, which, let me tell you, is a generous sum, considering how challenging it's going to be to shift this particular item.
Now you can take it, or you can take back your violin and try and sell it elsewhere.
There's no pressure here.
No one is trying to strong-arm anyone.
The man who was killed in the restaurant, Daniel Jameson How did you know him? Was he a friend of yours? Did he hurt you? Maria? Did he hurt you? Is that why you wanted to hurt him? Flores Who's Flores? Maria.
Help me do my job so I can help you.
Your trabajo is to put people in jail.
No, it's not.
It's not.
My job is to make sure I don't judge people on the worst day of their life.
It's to look at all the sharp pieces that led up to it.
If Daniel Jameson did something to you, something that made you want to end his life Just tell me everything I need to know so that I can help you.
Flores Who who is Flores? Tell me, do you want me to contact them for you? (KNOCKING ON DOOR) A minute.
- Clea, this is Detective Oaks, out of Central.
- Hi.
Casey Oaks.
Nice to meet you.
- Clea Annou.
Likewise.
- You two have a vic in common.
Daniel Jameson.
CASEY: Jameson got robbed a couple of nights ago up on the 100th block of West Taylor.
Perps got away with a few hundred in cash, and a watch worth almost a 185 grand.
(SCOFFS) Oh, God! What kind of idiot walks around the Tenderloin flashing a $185,000 watch? Same one that gets carried out of a restaurant with a steak knife in his chest.
You think the two are connected? Oh, I haven't a fucking clue.
Honestly, if this was some regular idiot who had his watch jacked, I'd forget about the whole thing.
But, this is Daniel Jameson He has his name on some buildings, he plays, or he's played golf with the mayor every Sunday.
So here I am, chasing down some dead guy's bullshit.
(CLEA CHUCKLES) Okay, so So, usually, I don't stick my nose in some other cop's cases.
But would you mind if I asked your suspect a couple of questions? That way I can say I did my due diligence.
- Yeah, sure.
- Has she given anything so far? No, not really.
She keeps mentioning someone called "Flores," but won't tell us who it is.
- All right, shall we? - Yeah.
(DOOR OPENS) Maria, this is Detective Oaks.
- (DOOR CLOSES) - Hey.
I just need to ask you a few questions.
Is that okay? Good.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON PA) There she is.
You took long enough.
- (HOARSELY) I want a - Huh? (COUGHS) What's that? Hold up.
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Speak up.
- I can't hear you.
- I want a I want a lawyer.
'Course you do.
(BREATHING HEAVILY) (GRUNTING) Do you know how many cops are downstairs right now, hoping that you punch out? - Let's see if we can make them happy, shall we? - (MUFFLED SCREAMING) (GASPING) (CHUCKLES) Get me Marty Stein.
- Well? - CLEA: Ugh! Nothing.
She's a long way off being ready to talk.
I think we should send her for a psych eval.
Good with me.
Well, it looks like you had a wasted trip.
- No worries.
Thanks for letting me sit in.
- Yeah.
Same body style and power train used in the 1965 Shelby GT 350.
- Oh, yeah? - And for a lot less money.
HiPo, solid lifter, 289 cubic inch engine.
It's in fair condition, considering.
I mean, I used to take a lot better care of all these puppies, but then the kids come along Suddenly, all that time you took for granted, ups and disappears.
Yeah.
How much are you asking? (SIGHS) I'll take 22.
Sold.
(WHIRRING) (BEEPING) - Some shit never changes.
- (DOOR CLOSES) Until the shegetz invent something better than banks, no reason to.
Come on, Aaron, open up.
(DOOR CLICKS, BUZZES) It's been a while.
- You look good.
- Thanks.
Is, uh, your old man around? It's Tuesday? Where else would he be, right? ETHAN: Good to see you.
(METALLIC CLANKING) Ah! The prodigal goy.
Jesus Christ, you're looking good, kid.
Crossfit, baby.
Crossfit.
- You, I'm not so sure about.
- The cat, uh sometimes what he drags in isn't dreck.
- How are you, Ira? - How is Kippelman? - He's here, no? - Yeah.
Go help your brother make money.
- Maybe we'll lift later.
- IRA: Go! Muscles to here Sometimes I wonder if I've got a feygele.
Oh, Ira.
They're good boys.
You are a lucky man.
Uh-huh.
Between brisket and nothing, I'll take brisket.
- You want? - Nah, nah, nah.
Looks light.
This violin is not as fancy as you thought? The guy that bought it didn't think so.
You know, Menashe, he had this picture he found on the web.
He shows it first to Aaron.
He asks him, "What is it?" Aaron says, "It's a duck, putz.
" He shows it to Chaya.
She sees a rabbit.
I say, "Gimme that thing.
" I look and I look.
And you know what? It's both a duck and a rabbit.
You see what I mean? Not really, no.
- How bad? - Six mill.
But that fiddle still ain't no duck.
- Did you get it? - I did.
- It cost you four.
- Four million? - Is the paperwork in order? - What am I, a shmuck? (CHUCKLES) The title's in Kippelman Entertainment, Inc.
Shares are owned by your three goyishe friends, Alice and April Williams, and Kyle Kocel.
They're my friends' kids, actually.
Well, they're like family, these friends? - They are.
- Good for you.
When all is said and done, mishpocha is all you really have in this world Hmm.
I'll tell you what Take the money for the bar and invest the rest for me, will ya? My rate is 7.
5%.
- What a deal.
- If I was a chazzer Five and a half's my price.
It's not marked like the last time you came in here with a bag of cash, is it? I'm on the straight and narrow.
And I gotta say, the place I bought for you, it's not exactly the Ritz.
Uh, it's a place we used to drink, uh, me and my, uh, what's that mishp Mishpocha.
Family.
It's what makes it all worth it, Ethan.
And now you will have schnapps with me.
- Huh? - (BOTH CHUCKLE) - IRA: There.
- Cheers.
(SIRENS BLARING IN THE DISTANCE) (CHEERFUL MUSIC PLAYING) (DOORBELL RINGS) WOMAN: You looking to buy? Realtor just took it off the market a second time.
I'm sure you'd get a great price.
No, I'm actually looking for a friend of mine Connie Kocel.
Poor thing.
She couldn't get it together after her husband (WOMAN CHUCKLES) Bank doesn't seem to care if you're a good person or not.
You miss too many payments one day, they just show up, take the house.
Yeah.
You don't happen to know where she went, do you? Sorry.
Uh, I can ask around.
Nah, that's okay.
You have a good one.
It was my turn three turns ago.
- You got your own scooter.
- It's broken.
Alice.
- April? - Uncle Ethan! ETHAN: Oh, my goodness.
You two are growing like weeds.
Where's your mother? Her friend is over.
Okay.
I will see you in a second, all right? - See ya.
- Okay.
- Bye.
- Bye.
(MOANING) Jesus Christ.
Oh, shit.
(CLEARS THROAT) You're not the husband, are you? - Ethan - Donna.
I don't want any problems.
I'm gonna go.
That's a good idea.
Here.
- Take your shit and get out of here.
- No.
You stay.
How the fuck did you get in here? Donna, you're front door is wide open.
ALICE: Mom? Go play outside with your sister.
Mommy will be up in a minute.
This just got weird.
I am gonna (DONNA SIGHS) What did you do to your leg? Nothing I am fine.
Yeah.
What, what are you doing here? Remember the bar on 20th in Revere? We used to drink there.
I bought it.
You moved back? It was never my idea to leave, Donna.
So Like I said, why are you here? I thought I'd come by and see if you need any help.
- I don't need your help.
- Yeah.
You seem to be doing just fine.
Wow.
You've got some nerve judging me.
- This is for you.
- Oh That your answer for everything? No.
It's just a start Donna.
Wait.
No! Where is he? They got to him.
- Bullshit! - They got to both of us.
All right? I got shot and I managed to get away.
- He didn't.
- That's it? You're not listening to me, I don't know, Donna.
Yeah, of course, you don't.
Do you think that this is what I wanted? Do you? I'm sorry that it went to shit.
And I am sorry for your pain.
I wish I colud bring Ray back, but I can't.
So come on You, you're standing here, standing here breathing.
At least Connie got a body to bury.
Come on.
What do I get? I get a consolation prize.
- Your fucking money.
- (SIGHS) Nice one.
Go back.
Hey, girls.
You want me to fix this for ya? - ALICE: Can you? - Of course I can.
I'll bring it back when I am done, okay? - Thank you.
- All right.
APRIL: Here you go.
- (DOOR CLOSES) - Tommy? Ethan fucking Kelly.
Holy shit.
I haven't seen you since - I pissed in Marcy Westlake's pool - (LAUGHS) in the middle of her daughter's birthday party.
Well, cheat's margaritas get you every time.
All Tequila and no mix.
Now come on sit down.
That was the last time a member of the Williams' clan was invited to a Westlake shindig.
So, uh, you living here in San Fran? Uh, I moved back when I heard Ray, uh Slept on Donna's couch until I got a place of my own, the Eldorado on 16th Yeah.
It's a shithole.
- A shithole with a mattress.
- Mmm.
How about this bar? You trying to relive the glory days? Something like that.
Never thought I'd see you back here.
Well sometimes you gotta go backwards to, uh, start over again, Tommy.
Ain't that the truth.
You got a name yet? I was thinking The Gravel Pit.
That dive bar in Mazar-i-Sharif that Ray was always yammering about? Yeah.
Call it nostalgia.
You were all my brother ever talked about.
I envied your relationship.
Ray and I never got close like that.
Where you working these days, Tommy? I was doing construction in North Beach.
I kept missing shifts.
Donna needed help picking up the girls from school, ballet class Well, we are gonna be opening soon enough.
I could use a second bartender, - servers, you know - Ah.
I'm not a front-of-the-house guy.
I can tell you that the wood behind your bar there is rotted.
The city will cite you until you get that fixed.
What's a job like that cost me? Uh, supplies, labor.
I could do it for 800.
Can you start tomorrow? - Sure.
- Yeah? I can pick up the lumber at Taylor's, be here at nine.
800, huh? Here you go.
It's good to see you, Tommy.
Yeah, me too.
(DOOR CLOSES) (WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER PA) MARTY: My blood sugar hasn't topped 180 since I started eating that crap.
My God.
Wheat bran.
Who would have thunk it, tastes like horse manure.
I am gonna tell you, Doc, you're a saint and I'm gonna take you and Sybil for couple of David Burke's rib-eyes and a 1990 Château Haut-Brion - Oh, Marty, really you don't have to - Hey, no, it's done.
Finished.
I'll see you later.
Hey, Doc, you got anything for high blood pressure? (CHUCKLES) Well, well, well, well, well.
The gang is all back together again.
Not that I had any choice in the matter.
- You could have said no.
- Yeah, well.
- You know Hermie Goldenberg.
- No.
That's because he said no when a potential client called.
It's not like you need the money.
Contrary to popular opinion and song, money does not make the world go round.
Just ask Hermie Goldenberg.
Oh, wait, I forgot, Hermi's no longer with us.
His body was pulled from Lake Michigan.
Such a tragedy.
PARTICK: He should've learned to swim.
MARTY: Oh, no, no, Hermie knew how to swim.
That wasn't his problem.
Hermie just never figured out how to get out of the trunk of his car.
I'll tell you what your potential client wants.
She killed my fucking partner, that's what.
Your partner was a bit of a thorn in both of our paws.
She was a good agent Who got you booted off the task force.
No? Fuck you.
Well, truth be told, (CHUCKLES) if you had a little bit better aim Neither one of us would have to be here now, would we? Just a thought.
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh I can only deal with one pissant at a time, if you don't mind.
(WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER PA) What the fuck? Where is he? Where is he? He's right outside, waiting for the opportunity to smother you with a pillow.
Where is Ethan Kelly? Ethan Kelly, Ethan Kelly, jeez.
That doesn't ring a bell.
I don't know where Ethan Kelly is.
Were you in on the deal? To fuck me? Well, had I known about it, I certainly would have considered the possibility.
Now, is there anything else or can I go on now with my very busy day? You're gonna help me.
Yes.
Right after I get a rectal from Edward Scissorhands.
I'm sure that the Senate Judiciary Committee would love to hear about your work dealings with Marlon Dinard.
(SIGHS) A dollar? (CHUCKLES) What the fuck am I supposed to do with this? Consider it a gift.
Thank you.
Now give it back to me.
Now that you've hired me, what the flying fuck do you want me to do? I really need you to wave that magic wand or whatever it is you do (INHALES DEEPLY) and get me out of here.
(CHUCKLES) You assassinated two federal agents.
My wand, magic though it may be, has certain limitations.
I can always add to that Marty Stein Greatest Hits list, the fact that you conspired to steal a 30 million dollar Stradivarius while hoping to have me shot.
Well, this may come as a little bit of a shock to you, but no one gives a rat's ass what happened to you, especially me.
And just for the record, I didn't take a dime of that money.
Your boyfriend has all of it.
So? Right.
(SIGHS) Did anyone ever tell you, you're a bitch? All the time.
With a capital "C"? (GROANS) You people certainly do have a fetish for pissing in virgin-white snow.
My God.
You're fucking kidding me.
About what? That my client's innocent or that your people have a tendency to miss the bowl? I hear Flomax works wonders.
We both know that she's a lot of things but innocent certainly isn't one of them.
Fact is, Harper calls me, she was going to Ethan's to arrest her.
Next thing, Harper is dead.
Really? That happened? Oh, wait.
Hearsay.
Yeah, no, that's right.
Your partner actually has to show up and testify to said facts.
Whoops, that's not going to happen, is it? What a shame.
We've got Mia's DNA all over Kelly's place.
Well, yeah he was boning her, what would you expect? Not this time, Marty.
There is no fucking way.
I am sensing a little bit of an emotional connection here, which might make it difficult for you to proceed without bias.
Bias.
I love me a little bias.
You know we have a saying in our business, "Bias is the firewall of justice.
" It might be better for all concerned if Chicago's finest actually assign somebody else to this matter.
What do you think? Fuck that! I'm not goin' anywhere.
Okay.
- How is she? - Not good.
She recently suffered a miscarriage.
Did you know about that? - No.
- Early stages of pregnancy.
There was bruising around the abdomen.
Someone beat it out of her? That would be my conclusion.
Did you talk to her about it? She says nothing.
I'd like to keep her here for observation over the next couple of days.
- Okay.
- Mmm-hmm.
Thank you.
TOMMY: (ON ANSWERING MACHINE) Hey, this is Tommy, speak to this.
(LINE BEEPS) Tommy, it's Ethan, call me when you get it.
(DOORBELL BUZZES) Hey.
Looking for Tommy Williams.
Room 50.
Down the hall, up the stairs.
Thanks.
Tommy? Jesus Christ.
Hey, Tommy? Tommy? - (MUTTERS) - Easy.
It's Ethan.
Hey.
Come on.
- Come on.
- Aw, Ethan, man.
(SOBS) I don't want you to see me like this.
- Who did this to you? - (BREATH TREMBLING) I owe a guy money.
Did he take the money I gave you? I'm sorry, man.
I'm desperate.
I'm in deep with this guy.
Here.
Put this on.
What guy? You can't tell Donna.
(CRYING) I fucked up, Ethan.
What guy, Tommy? A dealer, okay.
You a fucking junkie, Tommy? No, I was.
(STUTTERS) But I'm clean now.
I'm trying to get clean.
I swear.
After Ray I fell apart.
Ray was like a father to me I just Started popping oxy, moved onto stronger stuff.
I couldn't keep a job.
I got behind.
How much are you on the hook for, Tommy? 30k.
You don't owe a dealer 30k for using.
What aren't you telling me, Tommy? Hey, what aren't you telling me? It was five.
Nelson said if I sold for him we'd be square.
One night, I was doing this run in the Tenderloin, and these bangers held me up.
Ten k of coke gone, and my debt with Nelson just went up.
Yesterday, that wasn't just a friendly drop-in, was it? I wanted to tell you but I was ashamed.
I thought maybe if I gave Nelson's goon something, I'd buy myself some time.
This guy's not fucking around.
If I don't come up with some money fast, I'm a dead man.
(SOBBING) Hey, Tommy.
Easy.
Hey, listen to me.
I want you to tell me everything you know about this Nelson guy.
How big his operation is.
His crew.
You leave nothing out.
- Okay.
- We clear? Okay.
It's gonna be all right.
Hey, come here.
Hey, come on.
It's all right.
(CAR DOOR SHUTS) (KNOCKING ON DOOR) (LOCK CLICKS) (CLANKS) CAPTAIN: And there's no evidence she ever worked for Jameson? No.
We called his office, they've never even heard of her.
You think he got her pregnant? I don't know, it'll make sense though.
Right? He beats it out of her, has someone do it for him.
And then she snaps.
(SIGHS) None of which you can prove.
No.
Fucking mess.
Isn't it always? She's a kid, Captain.
Listen to me, you've got 40 witnesses, it's a slam dunk.
Hand it over to the DA and do yourself a favor, Come up for a little air.
(THUDS) - Can I help you? - As a matter of fact, yeah.
You can get the fuck out of my bar.
Excuse me? I've been driving by this place for two years, twice a day, five times a week.
And every time I drive by here, I say to myself, "Oaks, one day, you're going to own this place.
" And the week that I win the PowerBall, some jack-nut You won the PowerBall? Congratulations to you.
Fuckin'-A-right.
I won the Powerball.
Probably.
I mean, they haven't picked the numbers yet, but I have got a really good feeling about it.
(LAUGHING) That's good.
Is there something I can help you with? Ah, I'm just messing with you.
Casey Oaks, SFPD.
Friends call me Oaks.
Just coming to say hello? Pretty much, yeah.
I saw somebody in here and I thought, "Man, I love this place.
" My buddies and I used to come in here after every shift, well, sometimes during Fuck, we had some times in here.
Ah Right here.
Ah, you see this table here.
This is where I fucked Jennie Jones.
Pow! Hmm.
(SNIFFS) I can still smell it.
Oh.
And over there, two nights later, this is where I fucked her sister.
Well We open shortly, hopefully you'll come back with them both.
- I would if I knew where they were.
- Hmm.
Anyway, you better get the fuck back to work.
You keep this up, you never gonna get open.
Hey, did you get your liquor license, yet? No.
Not yet.
Fucking ABC.
They cash your check, then dick you around for three months.
I mean, how long does it take to process an application? I wish I knew.
Ranger, huh? That's right.
First battalion.
First battalion.
Mmm.
You know, this neighborhood can get a little dicey at times.
I'm sure you can handle yourself, soldier, but if you get into any trouble - You give me a call.
- I will.
Thanks a lot.
(SIGHS) You opening this place, that made my day.
Oh (CHUCKLES) Don't fuck it up.
Oh, and, uh No shitty music.
You can ride behind.
You think I'm letting her out of my sight? All right.
(SIGHS) (SIREN BLARING) (GULPS) You should've taken care of me when you had the chance.
There's still time.
(TIRES SCREECHING) What the fuck? (GLASS SHATTERING) (SIREN WAILING) (ALARM BLARING) (WOMAN OVER PA) Code blue, room 205.
Code blue, room 205.
(SIGHS) She died.
In her cell.
Half an hour ago.
Looks like a hemorrhage.
I'm sorry.
OFFICER: Dispatch, this is five-five.
WOMAN: (OVER RADIO) Five-five, go ahead.
OFFICER: What was the plate on that bus? Give me a sec.
Five-five, plate is RU8 383A.
OFFICER: Looks like we found it.
Request backup to 51st and South Union Avenue.
Ten-four.
All available units, car five-five is requesting backup It's the police! Exit the vehicle with your hands in the air! Repeat! Exit the vehicle with your hands in the air! Exit the vehicle! This is your last warning! I got this, Tommy.
No drama.
You understand? Say it, Tommy.
You got this.
Let's go.
MAN: Who is it? It's Tommy, man! Who the fuck is he? He's got the scratch I owe you, man.
All right.
Here.
All right.
- Now, you.
- Excuse me, brother? Now, you.
No.
No, that's not how it works here, bro.
Okay, come on, Tommy.
Then we have no further business.
All right, all right.
It ain't no thing.
Thank you.
You know, I'm not here to cause you any trouble.
I'm here to pay Tommy's debt to you.
Plus, an extra five for your trouble.
I'm even prepared to overlook the beating that you gave him.
That's very generous of you, man.
Gimme the money, bro.
Once you take this, we're square.
Tommy's debt to you is cleared, and he no longer works for you.
Is that clear? You think you gonna come into my crib and start yakking to me about how shit's supposed be? Okay, I'm gonna pay you and we're going to leave.
All right? I think you're a pussy ass bitch.
Do we have a deal? Yeah, I'll give you a fuckin' deal you pontificatin' motherfucker! (GROANS) Get the fuck off of me, man! Get the fuck off of me! - Hey, do we have a deal? - (PANTING) Yeah, we have a fuckin' deal.
Now, get the fuck off me.
ETHAN: Come on, Tommy.
Let's go.
What the fuck is wrong with you? He was going for his gun, he was gonna shoot you.
Tommy, what the fuck did I tell you? - He was totally going to shoot you! - I told you I fucking got this! - He was going to shoot you! - Son of a bitch, let's go.
Go, get the fuck outta here.
Let's go.
Let's go, goddammit.
Let's go.
Hang on, Tommy.
Slow down.
Just slow down.
Slow down.
- Fucking Christ.
I'm so sorry.
- Just relax.
I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean it.
- Relax.
- I fucked it up! - I fucked it up! - Just sit down.
I didn't know what I was doing.
I didn't know what the fuck I was doing.
Sit down.
I never shot anybody before, Ethan, I never fucking shot anybody.
Just, Tommy.
Drink.
(SPLUTTERS AND COUGHS) Breathe, Tommy.
Just breathe.
What are we gonna do? You're gonna walk out that door, you're gonna get in your car and you're gonna drive.
Listen to me, New York, Florida, I don't give a shit where you go, Just so long as it's far away.
You do not contact Donna.
You do not contact me.
There is no text messages, no e-mails, no phone calls, no nothing.
Listen to me.
And you Listen.
You do not come back.
Not for a very long time.
Do you understand me? - Yeah.
- Yeah.
- What about you? - Don't worry about me.
(CRYING) If I had just listened to you.
- It's over.
It's done.
- Fuck.
All right? It's time to leave.
Take this.
All right.
You didn't have to help me.
I think you know I did That's why you came to me.
Whatever happened between you and Ray - Tommy - No, no, no.
I gotta say this.
Whatever happened between you two It's not okay.
Ray's gone and I'm never going to be okay with that.
But you and me We're good, Ethan.
Take care of yourself, Tommy.
Go on.
Come on.
(HONKING) MARTY: And he says, "Don't you wanna know whether I did it or not?" And I say, "No.
" And he says, "But I didn't do it, Mr.
Stein.
I didn't do it! I swear to God I didn't do it! And I swear to God, I'll never do it again.
" (ALL LAUGH) And how did that change your life, Marty? Well, I'll never sit down and play poker with a judge again.
I'll tell you that.
Better watch your step, Detective.
- Where is she? - (CLEARS THROAT) Who? Don't play games with me, Marty.
Okay, well, this was fun, if you'll excuse me I'm gonna You are gonna tell me where she is, - or I swear to - God? Is that what you were going to say, "God?" Let me tell you something, Detective.
God isn't going to help you, Detective! No more than God helped that stupid bitch colleague of yours.
Now if you'll excuse me.
(CROWD EXCLAIMS) (BREATHES HEAVILY) (MARTY CHUCKLES) (LAUGHING) Yeah.
Ow.
(SIGHS) Congratulations, Detective.
You just got yourself thrown off the case.
Whoops.
- Detective Annou.
- Hi.
I thought you'd want to see this.
They haven't had time to do the autopsy yet, - but they did run prelim bloods.
- Uh-huh.
And? And nothing.
Not at first.
They were normal.
But they did a few more tests.
And, uh, this showed up.
What am I looking at here? There.
Coumadin.
- Which is what? - A blood thinner.
Is that something that she was prescribed? It showed up in her system in enormous quantities.
Could she have been given it by mistake? Well, I checked with the prison pharmacy and they don't carry Coumadin.
Could she have smuggled it in herself? No, she went through processing, she didn't have anything on her.
Someone gave her an overdose.
Hey, hey, uh Why don't you pour us a couple shots of those shots? I'm buying.
No liquor license.
Remember? Oh, that's right.
I forgot.
Law-abiding citizen.
I like that.
And, uh how about now? They even spelled Kelly right.
They kept the E out.
I found your name, brother.
And I got them to move your opening night up by two months.
You're welcome.
Come on, let's make with the juice.
You know, I appreciate the gesture.
But I don't want any special treatment.
That's fine with me.
I can take it back.
I can tell them this was just a mistake.
Maybe you'll open by New Year's, I wouldn't count on it.
You know what, I wanna stand on my own two feet.
I'm sure you understand.
Hey, no hard feelings, man.
You're an honorable guy, what can I say? Hey.
Let me buy us those drinks anyway.
- Oh, come on.
- No, no, no.
Put it away.
Put it away.
You like scotch? Yeah.
Your money's no good here.
- Really? - Yeah, really.
Here you go.
I think it is.
- What did you do? - I did nothing.
Where is he, you son of a bitch? What the fuck did you do with Tommy? You rip out my best producer, you think I'm gonna stand for that shit? Well, look at you.
You wanna kill me, don't ya? Go for it.
I'm a fucking cop.
See what happens.
That's right.
Now get your fucking hand off of me.
(LAUGHING) Fucking Kelly.
You crack me up.
Here's what I think.
(GRUNTS) If you ever even think of laying a hand on me, it'll be the last thought you ever have.
I'll be in touch.
Now, come on, clean this place up.
You open up in a week.
Oh, and by the way, Tommy's dead, man.
He's long gone.
Welcome to the land of fuck.
(WHISTLING)