-Who the fuck are you two? -Who-who the fuck are you?
-Mouth shut. Hands up. -Place is clean.
(quiet, steady beeping)
(beeping accelerating)
Where did you get this?
I don't even know what that is.
Let's get 'em out of here.
Hey, easy, champ.
Drive.
And don't look back.
You never saw us.
-This never happened. -All right.
-I think we should drive. -I'll drive.
-Yeah, no, I'll drive. -I'll drive.
I'll... Jesus.
(engine starts)
(door closes)
Well, gentlemen, now that you have the paint chips
to perform the chemical analysis,
the Vermeer and I will be on our way.
KILBANE: Wait, wait. No, no, no. Where's...
-Where's Rubinek? -Oh, Mr. Rubinek sends his regrets.
I don't give a shit about his regrets. We had a deal
-that we'd meet here tonight. -He'll see you
at the final exchange.
Or, if you prefer, we can cancel, and then he
-won't see you at all. -No, no, it's not a problem.
We'll see him at the exchange.
We still want the painting.
I...
(Lizzie sighs)
(whispers): Excuse me.
(Kilbane sighs)
(exhales)
We'll just get an Uber.
So that's great, just like we planned, right?
Just like we planned.
("Harder Out Here" by The Bright Light Social Hour playing)
♪ It's gettin' harder out here ♪
♪ I keep tryin' to just make my way ♪
♪ It's not lyin' ♪
♪ I'm only tryin' ♪
♪ Just trust in me ♪
♪ Trust in me ♪
♪ Just trust in me ♪
♪ Trust in me ♪
♪ Just trust in me. ♪
You'd think they would have left us with some way to get home.
Not stranded us here in the middle of...
KILBANE: That's my house.
-What? -That's my...
Ha! This is unbelievable.
We get driven around the whole city
just to end up 30 yards from my front door.
Well, you got to give Rubinek credit for his audacity,
-right? -Do I?
No. I-I don't know.
Did you know?
I don't know where you live.
Let me ask you something.
What do you think of him?
The guy you paid to hunt me down
-and turn my friends against me? -Yes.
He's a good card player.
(scoffs)
He reminds me of this guy who used to work for my father.
He stole from my father.
I made some phone calls. I got some lawyers involved.
He ended up in prison.
Died there.
I am losing my fucking patience.
And that's not good for anyone.
Have the hotel deliver my car.
I'll go ahead and walk the hundred feet
to my front fucking door.
So you thought this would all be over,
I'd be in jail by now?
I don't know what you're talking about.
-Check your pocket. -There's nothing in my pocket.
Of course there's nothing in your pocket,
not even a tracking device.
Son of a bitch.
You-You're not gonna outsmart me, Julia.
It's not even a comment on your intelligence.
I've just been doing this a lot longer than you have.
Where's the real Vermeer?
With Lizzie? That bitch is everywhere.
The only way out of this for you
is if you start working with me and you trust me.
You know...
there's a story about a scorpion and a frog...
And the scorpion stings the frog,
and they both drown, because it's in his nature.
Everybody tells that story like nobody's heard it before.
But here's the thing. Have you ever thought
about the possibility that maybe the scorpion actually just wants
to get to the other side of the river
and he's not dumb enough to kill himself and the frog?
Hickey?
(chuckles)
-Hey. -Nice to see you.
Marius didn't tell you I was coming?
-Uh-uh. -No, I was about to.
-Mm-hmm. -Is it done?
Pulled three all-nighters.
Had to use Bakelite to get the paint to harden,
-but it's done. -You're the best.
-Thank you. -These days, I wish I wasn't.
Yeah. Oh, I got you a latke with, uh, with applesauce
and sour cream,
'cause I forgot which one you like.
I like 'em plain,
with a side of that 75 grand you owe me.
You motherfucker.
Skip the advance, I'm gonna double your take
-on the other side of the con. -No money, no forgery.
Hickey... I just need more time.
Better not need too much.
I'm on a plane back east day after tomorrow.
You gonna see your daughter while you're out here?
You went and saw Camille?
Because she had the real Vermeer.
How is she?
She's good. She seems good.
She's good. She's good.
-Yeah, yeah. -Just get me my money.
Good night.
How soon can you get the fake from Hickey?
Soon as I get the 75 grand.
How you gonna do that?
Good night, Julia.
(door shuts)
(knock at door)
Yeah?
(knock at door)
Who is it?
-Who is it? -MAN: Concierge.
We have an emergency message from your daughter's father.
Hello, flight risk.
(grunting)
Sean, what the fuck are you doing?
Cuff her, Kenny.
No, I don't like having guns jammed in my face
any more than you do.
I never said you did.
We'll have another shot at Lizzie.
Pete will help.
Uh, you sure of that?
Because I keep racking my brain trying to figure out
how that tracking device got in my pocket,
and the only answer I can come up with is Pete.
And don't say that I always think the worst of people.
You know, just once I'd like to say something
without you deciding that you already know
what it is I'm gonna say.
Well, fine, say something, 'cause I'm exhausted,
and I don't want to keep fighting with you
-on top of everything else. -All right.
Let's just-- Let's just find Pete.
(Otto sighs)
-Sean, let me go. Let me go. -No. I am your bondsman.
I didn't know I was your bondsman until yesterday,
but since I am, it is perfectly within my rights
to return you to Connecticut.
Sean, what are you doing?
She is a dangerous fugitive, and I'm taking her back to jail.
Making America great again.
-No, I'm sorry, you can't do that. -Pete, don't worry about it.
-Take the fucking handcuffs off. -It is nothing personal.
Who the fuck am I kidding? Of course it's personal.
-She hasn't missed her hearing. -You scammed me
-into bailing her out. -She hasn't missed her hearing.
This is illegal. This is kidnapping.
Okay, why don't you call my office? Here's my card.
Sean, California is a--
Sean, California is an amnesty state.
-Extradition is illegal. -It's not an amnesty state.
-You don't know? Oh, fine... -What are you talking about?
-Okay, fine. -Pete, you don't know what you're talking about.
-I'm gonna call my lawyer. -Oh, go ahead.
-I'm gonna call my lawyer, all right? -Call him.
Sean, you don't have to take her back to Connecticut.
Yeah, but I want to take her back.
Sean? What the hell...
-SEAN: Audrey. What a surprise. -Sean, what are you doing?
-Your granddaughter... -Julia!
...broke her bail agreement,
so I'm dragging her sorry ass back to jail.
Feel free to enjoy the irony.
You can't do this.
-You've got to stop. -Jesus, Sean, it's a misunderstanding.
-Oh, fuck you. -We have to follow them.
Yeah, how? You had me park a half mile away
to avoid a $29 valet fee.
I'll call-- I'll call Taylor
and have him find out from Shannon where he's staying.
I, uh, uh, I'm gonna go call my boss.
-Maybe... -We need to talk.
(quietly): Okay.
Pete, wh-what--
-How about Lizzie? -Come on.
That's very slick for a guy with shovel hands.
VIGNETTI: By the way,
your seconds need a lot of work.
So, we have a problem.
Julia just got snatched by her bail bondsman.
Yeah, Sean, at ANB. I called him myself.
You called him?
While you and Julia were dicking around in Bakersfield,
and with your escape act last night,
I really had no choice
but to pull the trigger
and have him take her away.
I'm-I'm confused. I'm sorry, I don't understand.
I'm trying to punish you.
I've been working for Kilbane for a year and a half,
but my full payment only comes in
when I catch Sy Rubinek.
As we found out last night,
Sy Rubinek is one clever son of a bitch.
Oh, good, you're right on time.
(grunts)
VIGNETTI: Feels better if you breathe.
You're not the only clever person.
Eventually someone notices that Clark Kent and Superman
are never together in the same room.
So, since I can't catch Sy Rubinek
because you're Sy Rubinek,
I'm gonna have to have you take Kilbane
for the whole $4 million.
And then I'll allow you to keep half.
(laughs) Go fuck yourself.
I could. But I could also call
your parole officer, Bagwell,
whose name is in my phone right next to Sean.
So it's either prison or glory.
Your choice.
All right. All right.
If I do this,
I'm gonna need you to front me $75,000
for the fake Vermeer, though.
(laughs): Yeah.
I'm gonna give $75,000
to a con man I just extorted.
You're on your own on that.
TAYLOR: Carly, wake up. We got to go to L.A.
CARLY: What? Why?
Sean grabbed Julia. We got to grab her back.
-Shit. -Come on.
Yeah. Just give me...
just give me a second.
-Come on. -I am going.
Oh, um...
did you tell Grandma about Randy?
Yeah.
Okay.
-(tapping on phone) -(sighs)
(line rings)
(phone ringing)
Hello?
TAYLOR: Shannon, it's me.
Hey. I-I thought we weren't talking.
Yeah, I, um...
I think I've been making a big deal about nothing.
I was...
I was kind of hoping we could move beyond that.
Are you okay?
I know Sean's in California.
Taylor, no.
No, no, no, no. Th-This isn't a booty call.
I'm in California, too. I...
I need to know where he's staying.
It's important.
I wouldn't ask if it wasn't.
Uh, y-yeah, all right. Um...
He's at the... the Westchester Hotel
on Sepulveda near LAX.
Thank you. Thank you.
Hey, look, um...
you were right.
We were friends.
And everything that happened after that,
good and the bad, I don't regret it.
Okay.
You deserve to be happy.
I hope you are.
Bye.
(line rings)
Hi, Carly. What is it?
CARLY: Hey, uh,
were you there when Sean took Julia?
-Uh, yeah. -So what do we do?
Taylor and I are in Bakersfield, but we're coming to L.A.
-What's the plan? -I'm working on it.
Look, uh, I got to go.
I'll see you when you get here, all right?
We'll get her back. I promise.
Thanks, Pete.
Yeah. Okay.
Where have you been?
Been playing fireman.
Putting one fire out
-after the next. -Well, you should switch sides.
-Play arsonist. -No.
Julia got grabbed by her bondsman.
And he's taking her back to Bridgeport.
So?
I'm sorry, I don't know how many times we have to go over this.
We need Julia for the art con.
She just sold you out.
This is about the con. Julia's my inside person.
We don't need an inside person. We didn't have one tonight.
Things have changed.
Vignetti figured out that I'm Sy.
And now he's trying to blackmail me
for half of the $4 million from Kilbane.
I need Julia on the inside to help me out.
(laughs)
Are you laughing at me?
We don't need her.
You were always gonna steal Kilbane's money
and blame it on Sy.
-So let's blame it on Sy. -Lizzie.
Vignetti knows that I'm Sy. I just told you that.
You're not.
Vignetti's Sy.
We make him the patsy.
We blame everything on him.
Unless this is not really about the money.
No, you're right.
Uh...
We don't need Julia.
But we have to get $75,000.
So we pull a Miami Handshake.
Uh, I don't-- no, we don't have the-the time
or the-the L.A. contacts for that.
I think we need to go back to-to Bakersfield.
-Back to the family? -It's a different part
of the family, it's the part that has money.
-There's a part with money? -He's rich,
he's greedy, he has a car dealership for cash flow.
-Okay. -Okay.
You're paying for gas.
Sean asked for late checkout, so he's still upstairs.
Of course he is, the lazy son of a bitch.
Hey, we got here as fast as we could.
-Where's Pete? -AUDREY: Uh, not here,
-and we don't have time to wait. -So what's the plan?
Pete's smart about these things.
Well, after last night, I wouldn't put my faith in Pete.
You and I are gonna go talk to Sean.
Wow. Great plan.
Sh-She's right. Sean hates Taylor.
Taylor knows Sean better than any of us.
OTTO: What will Carly and I do?
-We just stay here? -Well, we all can't just go charging up there.
It'll make things harder. Let's go.
-Come on. -Okay.
She's tired.
Yeah, we're all tired.
Mm.
I heard back about Chuck.
My friend called the DEA,
and they told him to mind his own fucking business,
which means that Chuck's probably under investigation
but they don't want to admit it.
Probably know he owns that dirty cop up in Santa Barbara.
Sean!
(clears throat)
Nice tracking skills. You must get a lot of practice,
what with all your clients running off.
Give us Julia, and we're happy to make you a fair deal.
I have a strongly biased definition of "fair."
JULIA: Taylor? Taylor, is that you?
-TAYLOR: Julia! Julia! -SEAN: Hey...
-Julia! -JULIA: Get me out of here!
Keep her quiet, Kenny.
Okay, go ahead. What's your offer? Dazzle me.
Look, Sean, we would pick up her bond if we could.
Our line of credit is-is maxed out.
I know. That's what makes this so delicious.
-You'd really let her rot in jail? -It's more about
letting you watch her rot.
You want to punish me, punish me.
Leave her out of it.
What do you want me to do, Sean?
What do you want me to say?
You want me to say t-that you're better than me? Fine.
You're better than me.
You're the success, I'm the failure.
That is...
more pathetic than I thought.
But I'll tell you what.
I will let Julia go,
-(door beeps) -on one condition.
That you cut off your dick
-and shove it in your mouth. -Son of a bitch!
Julia, we're here! We're not leaving without you!
-SEAN: Yeah, you are. Bye-bye. -Julia!
-JULIA: Audrey, is that you? -We'll be back.
JULIA: I'm handcuffed to the bathtub.
SEAN: Kenny, shut her up.
-Tex. -Hey.
Hey. Is, uh, is Audrey here?
Oh, I thought she was in L.A.
Oh, I'm-I'm sorry. She, uh, well, she texted me,
and she said "Meet me at Tex's."
But I'm realiz... she's probably at your house.
Do you mind if I use your landline?
-My-my phone's dead. -No, knock yourself out.
-Thank you. -(door opens)
♪ I traced... ♪
Hey, there.
-LIZZIE: Hi. -(chuckles)
What kind of a car can I put you in today?
I'm not actually here to buy a car, I'm here to sell some.
So my husband--
my ex-husband-- uh, ran off to Florida
with his personal trainer,
and emptied out all our bank accounts.
-Well, I'm sorry to hear that. -Well, he did leave
his car collection.
So, I want to sell those,
but I really don't know anything about cars,
and I don't want to get ripped off.
Well, what kind of cars are we talking about?
Right, well, I... I'm not a car person,
so I-I took some pictures.
Um, it's his souped-up BMW,
a 1980-something Porsche,
another Porsche and a, um...
-W-What do you call this? A McLaren? -Y-Yeah, yeah.
Oh, oh, well, we-we could take those cars on consignment.
LIZZIE: That's what the other dealership said, but...
how do I know I'm gonna get top dollar?
Well, tell me what they're offering and we'll do better.
Well, they said 30%.
We'll do 25.
♪ And I found her... ♪
Tex.
I-I'm just in the middle of a-a business conference here.
-Oh, I'm so-- I'm sorry. -I-It's okay. You know what,
just by looking around your lot,
I don't think that you're used to handling these types of cars.
-So I'm gonna keep looking. -Uh...
-Thank you. -No, no, that-that's not right.
I mean, yours are just the kind of cars that we want to handle.
That-- We do that all the time. (stammers)
Just wait a second.
That woman is sitting on an automotive gold mine.
But she's starting to give me a hard time.
Do you want me to help reel her in?
I could pretend like I'm a customer or...
That's good, that's good. Now, now, now,
we're talking about a car on consignment, okay?
I'm so sorry. I didn't mean-- I didn't mean to...
I'm gonna call you back. Thank you.
I didn't mean to interrupt.
I'm just late for my kid's soccer league.
I'm here to pick up a check. He just sold my ZR1,
-which is a Corvette. Yeah. -(stammers) How long did it take?
-About five days? Five days? -It was a little bit longer
than that, but you did get $100,000 for it.
And after your commission, you, uh...
you owe me $75,000, right?
I, uh-- Yeah.
-Yeah, that's-that's right. -Yeah. Yeah.
It'd be great if I could get the check now.
Uh, well, after I'm done talking with the lady.
But I'm-I'm late for my kid's soccer.
Make the check out to Marius Josipovic.
J-O-S-I-P-O-V-I-C.
Your cars will fly out of here so fast, you'll get whiplash.
TEX: Yeah. (grunts)
He's pouring a little sugar on it,
but that's not too far off.
Thank you. Whew.
-(chuckles) Well, you know what, I like you. -(chuckles)
I'm gonna bring my cars in tomorrow.
(chuckles): Well, we'll-we'll be here.
And that's wonderful. You've got great taste.
(chuckles) Thank you, now.
Well, that's great.
-Wow. That was good. -Yeah?
-You did a good job. -Thank you.
Now, uh, I'd like to see that check.
Wait, wait.
What check?
(laughing)
(laughs)
♪ ♪
(phone ringing)
CARLY: Hey.
Where are you?
You said that you would be here.
And nobody knows what to do about Julia.
And you said that you would be here.
At least we know Julia is still in California.
TAYLOR: For all the good it does.
Well, we need to focus on a positive plan.
I'd be happy to be a part of any plan.
You okay?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.
I just-- It's just a lot,
with Julia and Randy and everything.
Look, if we can get Julia away from Sean,
there's not a damn thing he can do about it
as long as she shows up for her court date.
AUDREY: Yeah, technically.
So let's just grab her, play keep-away.
AUDREY: How are we going to just grab her?
Okay, well, we could create a distraction
and sneak into Sean's room.
-There's still the bodyguard. -Right, but you said
that he was in the connecting room with Julia.
Carly, Carly, I kn-- I know you want to help...
Don't do that, okay? I--
After everything that I've done and-and seen,
-I'm... -What's your idea?
(elevator bell dings)
(indistinct chatter)
-Hi. -Yes, how may I--
-Hello. -Yeah, listen, I'm gonna need
a new key.
Uh, Sean Buckner, 1636.
Okay. Um, I just need some ID.
Yeah, that's the thing. See, I-I went out to get some ice,
and I left my wallet in my room, which, of course, has
-my key in it. I mean, it was so stupid. I heard it, -(chuckles)
just as the door was slamming, and I thought,
-"Ugh." -"Ugh." Happens all the time.
Just give me a sec.
Thank you so much. You're a lifesaver.
Could you also have the-the valet send my car around?
I'm gonna come right back down, and I'm already running late,
-so... -Do you have your ticket?
-In your room. -Right.
Not a problem. (chuckles)
Thank you so much.
(engine shuts off)
(alarm chirps)
(car alarm beeping)
God, Bakersfield is so depressing.
But then, so was Bridgeport.
Why are these people drawn to these hellholes?
Hi.
Um, sir...
We can't cash this.
That's-that's, uh, drawn from a,
from an account at this branch.
I'm afraid there are insufficient funds.
Do you see that name right there?
That's Tex Hopkins. Do you know who that is?
-From TV. -So, yeah, there's,
maybe there's a mistake; you might want to check it again.
I-I did.
Twice.
D...
Does he have another account?
It's written to this account, sir.
Uh, so-- Okay.
Well, maybe we can get him to-to write a-another check
for a lesser amount, right?
What's the max? Uh, would you say $50 or $60,000?
I can't divulge that information.
MARIUS: Help us out here.
Okay, he's... he's old and he's-he's, uh, not all there.
You know, he sees these televangelists,
-we try to protect him... -My grandmother does the same thing.
Yeah, no, he's got a good soul.
He's been very helpful with us. You know what this is for?
This is for our fertility treatments.
Yeah. So give us a hint.
(stammering) How, uh...
How limited are his resources?
As I mentioned, I can't divulge anything specific.
-So... -Okay.
Okay... okay.
But pretty much any check
drawn to this account would be...
...not cashable.
I'm sorry.
Yeah. Okay.
I hate this fucking family.
SEAN: Hey, Kenny, I'll be right back.
I got to go deal with some bullshit
-with the valet and my car. -(door opens)
All right. Come on.
(lock beeps)
(clatter)
That you, Sean?
Sean?
TAYLOR: No, don't worry.
-I-I already got what I need. -Hey.
Hey! Get back here!
(whispering): Julia?
Carly? Carly?
Oh, my God.
-What the f...? -Thank God you're here.
Oh, thank God.
-Oh, my-- Jesus. Okay. -You gotta get me out of here.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah.
(exhales) Not that one, this one.
(laughs) Right. Jesus, yeah.
-A bobby pin? -No, I know, I'm just...
-What the fuck is going on? -Mr. Buckner.
do you have your key?
Do you mind turning off your car alarm? It's been on.
I don't have the key. You have the key.
-You don't have... um... -Could you take this
-and check for it? -Uh, sorry, sir.
I don't have the key here. I'm sorry, I don't have it.
I, um...
I don't have any key here.
-Be right back. -I, um... Wait, sir.
-Shit. (grunts) -Come on, come on, come on.
-Come on, come on, come on, come on. -Shit, okay, um...
yeah, one second. Just, yeah. I'll be right back.
All right. I'll, I'll be here.
It's gonna be all right.
(phone rings)
-What's taking so long? -I-I can't get her loose.
She's handcuffed to the bathtub, and I can't get her loose.
-What do I do? -Did you try the bobby pin?
Yeah, of course I tried the bobby pin. (stammers)
It's not working, I-- Does that even work in real life?
AUDREY: Um, I-I showed you how to.
But you know, I'll be right up.
You wait. Wait here. I'll be right back.
-(door opens) -CARLY: Okay, I'm going to
keep an eye out for Grandma, okay?
Hey.
(exclaims softly)
JULIA: Carly?
Carly, what's going on?
Is everything okay?
-Carly? -(door closes)
Go, go, go! Down, down, down, down!
Down, down, down, down. Go, go, go, go. Come on, come on.
-Come on, come on. -You okay? Carly.
(grunts)
Those guys, those guys... (panting)
-TAYLOR: Tell me. -I couldn't.
I couldn't get Julia free.
I didn't get her.
I didn't get her and then there were these two guys.
There were these two guys chasing me.
-Kenny? -(door closes)
Kenny, you here?
Who the fuck are you?
-(grunts) -Oh! (groans)
-(grunting) -Aah!
(groaning)
No. They just came out of nowhere, and I don't...
Oh, he got me. He got me. I'm dead. I'm...
Hey, got off of him. Get off.
(panting)
(gasping)
Julia? Julia?!
Carly?
J-Julia? Carly...
(panting)
(wheezing)
Oh, shit.
Call 911.
-Carly! -Yeah, yeah. Okay. yeah.
(groans)
TAYLOR: Stay with me. Sean.
-Grandma. What happened? -(line ringing)
(in raspy voice): Um, I found him like that.
-Grandma, where's Julia? -(Audrey gasping for air)
TAYLOR: Sean. Sean, stay with me.
Stay with me. You're gonna be okay.
-Grandma! -Grandma!
-CARLY: Grandma? -(labored breathing)
(door creaks)
You should tell Tuan to not let house guests wander.
Otherwise, they might discover your double books.
What are you doing here?
You've been lying.
I don't know what you're talking about.
It's all here.
The money Chuck gave you and Lila for the wind farm.
But you kept most of it
for yourself to cover the debts at the dealership.
(laughing): It... it-it was a loan
to get over a rough patch.
That's a big rough patch.
You might as well have set the money on fire.
And Chuck thinks Lila ripped him off,
and now he's looking for her,
and he might hurt her.
Tell me I'm wrong.
Tell me you have the money hidden somewhere,
and this is all just to cover your tracks.
I've been selling cars for 60 years.
I'm Tex Hopkins. Everybody knows my name.
I just can't... declare bankruptcy.
There's no money?
It's fine.
You wait long enough, the... it-it comes around.
It always comes around.
Don't tell Dotti. Please?
(birds singing)
(vehicle approaching)
(birds squawking, singing)
-(door opens) -CHUCK: Knock-knock.
Ah. Oh, Chuck. Uh, well. (laughs)
It's good to see ya.
CHUCK: Well, I wish it was under better
-circumstances. -Yeah. Whatever it is,
I'm always happy to see you.
Uh, uh, you-you-you met my great-grandson Pete?
-Yeah, we met before. Yeah. -Yes, we have.
Yeah. Uh, uh, Pete and I were just finishing up.
Pete, why don't you go on outside?
No, no, no, no. He can stay.
He's probably gonna want to hear this, too.
So I got a call today-- I can't say from who--
but it's somebody I've done business with in the past.
And, well, they're not nice people.
-Vicious, really. -Yeah?
So it seems they've kidnapped your great-granddaughter.
Uh, the blonde one. Julia?
He said they were going after Carly, the young one,
but she got away, so they-they opted for door number two.
You-you can't mean that.
I-I'm sorry but, uh...
Julia's in custody right now.
Her-her bondsman picked her up this morning.
Oh, well, you mean...?
You mean this guy?
Yeah.
(inhales sharply) I know.
They want a million dollars, or they're gonna take her fishing,
and she's not gonna come back.
Now, I-I'm just the messenger,
but if I were behind this--
which-which I'm not--
I would probably want my money, like, in the next three days.
I mean, you can imagine the suffering.
-Chuck, don't do this. -It's not my choice to make.
Listen.
He doesn't have a million dollars.
(sighs)
Well, that's funny, 'cause...
I remember giving him and Lila a million dollars.
And I remember him swearing
that I'd get my investment back and then some.
But, I mean, that's water under the bridge.
72 hours.
One million cash.
When you have it, you give me a call,
and I will facilitate an exchange.
I mean, if-if you'd prefer, you could always go to the police,
and I will stay out of it.
But who knows what'll happen to Julia then?
I mean, there's just so many terrible ways to die.
You got to give me more time.
Oh, God, you know, like I said,
I-I wish I could, but I'm...
I'm just the messenger.
(door creaks open)
Who was that?
That was Chuck.
Cuter than I thought.
So, did Tex have the 75 squirreled away,
or is he a deadbeat like the rest of his family?
Julia's been kidnapped.
Chuck's gonna kill her if he doesn't get a million dollars.
(Lizzie scoffs)
Well, looks like they're both gonna end up badly disappointed.
No.
You gave me your word.
The situation's changed, Lizzie.
Not our situation.
If Chuck doesn't get his money, he's gonna hurt her.
-So she gets hurt. -We're talking
-about a person's life here. -Yeah.
People get hurt all the time.
It's a nasty, cruel world.
You used to know that.
That's what made you so good.
We didn't care if the world burns down.
I just need 72 hours.
No.
I'm not gonna let anything happen to her.
Julia's not part of the con. Nothing comes before the con.
-We can still do the con. -No! Bullshit.
Lizzie... Lizzie, don't walk away from me.
You do this again, this is over.
We're not partners, we're not friends.
I don't even know you.
Lizzie, don't go. Please.
-You made your choice. -(engine starts)
Trust me, it's the wrong fucking one. )