We are not criminals.
But a lot of what we're gonna be doing today,
strictly speaking, would be considered criminal activity.
We're way past worrying about that.
-This is for Julia. -OTTO: Absolutely right.
-Whatever it takes. -The guys we're dealing with are fucking scumbags.
I'm still not sure we shouldn't go straight to the police.
-CARLY: It's too risky. -Chuck Johnson is protected.
-We don't know that. -We know he's got a cop
-in his back pocket. -TAYLOR: He killed Randy,
and he's still walking the street.
AUDREY: Are we sure that he killed Randy?
TAYLOR: Do you doubt that he-he was present,
that he's the one that ordered it?
OTTO: What about Maggie's thing?
What about this Damon Neeskin thing?
You can't trust anything Maggie says.
It might be a wild-goose chase.
Okay, but she could've just left, and she didn't.
She took the time to write it.
If Damon Neeskins is connected to Chuck,
the-the quickest way to Chuck is not through the police.
-AUDREY: It's through Tex. -Right? Right.
-I-I realized it last night. -Yeah. Yeah.
Couldn't sleep. I-I'll go.
Pete. What is the plan?
I'm trying to fucking tell you the plan.
We are going to be
exchanging a very famous stolen painting
for four million dollars in diamonds.
The painting is being purchased illegally on the black market,
and we are gonna be taking the diamonds, and then
we're gonna be exchanging them on the docks for Julia.
CARLY: The longer a kidnapping situation goes,
the less likely it is that they leave alive.
That's why we need to find Damon Neeskins.
(sighs)
Remember why we're doing this.
We're not criminals.
("Harder Out Here" by The Bright Light Social Hour plays)
♪ 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. ♪
-Are you happy about this? -Not particularly.
I don't see we got much choice.
You know Pete is lying through his teeth.
Well, I-I don't think so.
Yeah, well, usually when people ask you to trust them,
it means you shouldn't.
I choose to trust him.
For now.
(knocking on door)
Ah, come in.
Hey, buddy! (laughs)
-Domaine de la Romanée-Conti. -(whoops)
1929. As requested.
That is absolutely a thing of beauty.
Wow. You know, back in the day,
when they were establishing these vines,
-the girls in the... -I'm so sorry, I...
I-I got a ticking clock.
-I'm so sorry. -Sure.
Pardon me.
All right.
Here you go.
It's all here.
I play an open hand.
(laughs)
-(chuckles) Thank you. Thank you. -Hey, Misha.
-Yeah. -You don't even really like wine, do you?
If Misha's even really your name.
-I like bourbon. -You know what?
I don't know what your emergency is, compadre, but I like you.
You ever need help...
Thank you.
(laughs): Ah...
JULIA (muffled): Just tell me where you're taking me!
Just tell me where-- where am I? Where am I?
-Just gonna have a little nap. -I'm cooperating. Come on.
Please, please, just-just let me go. Please.
-You only have... -JULIA: Come on.
JULIA: You don't have to do this!
(panting)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Oh. No, no, no, no.
No! No, no, no, no-- let me go...
(panting)
KEVIN: Don't waste your battery.
It's the only one you get.
(clicks)
MARIUS: Hickey.
(Hickey laughs)
-Thank you. -Okay.
Julia's in trouble?
Yeah, she is.
I'm sorry.
I like her. She's a good girl.
Yeah. I know.
-Hey. -KILBANE: Morning.
-Where's Vignetti? -I don't know. He's not picking up
his phone, couldn't be reached at the hotel.
-I figured he'd be with you. -He's your guy.
I don't know why he'd be hanging out with me.
Isn't that what you lowlifes do? Hang out and make up
cute little names for your cons?
-Where are we meeting? -Well, I'm not at liberty to say,
in case you want to send in Jean-Claude Van Damme...
Hannan, Paz. They're gonna be going everywhere I go today.
Okay. Where are the diamonds?
Sit down.
(clears throat)
(whistles)
May I?
Be my guest.
(muttering)
This little guy here. Okay.
And I'll take that little sucker.
KILBANE: All right, I'm gonna be explicit here
so there's no misunderstandings.
I want Sy Rubinek.
Dead or alive, doesn't matter to me.
And I want that painting.
If there is any deviation from this outcome,
they have orders to shoot you.
What?
Shoot you.
Okay, then.
Wait, what about Vignetti and your sidekick?
You know, I don't know where they are,
and I don't really care.
Okay, I need to get you your painting
so I can get my money and go home.
Be ready in an hour.
(door closes)
(TV playing indistinctly)
Hello?
(TV clicks off)
What are you doing, sitting there,
eating a TV dinner in your underwear?
Well, there's no point in messing up
a clean pair of pants.
Not when it's just me alone.
Oh-- What, what do you want, Audrey?
What does Chuck Johnson have to do with a man
by the name of Damon Neeskins?
You know something.
I know a great many things.
What gives you the nerve
to behave this way to people all your life?
-What people? -Me.
My mother.
Your other wife, your other daughter.
I provided. That was my job. I provided.
Your behavior has consequences. Don't you understand that?
You turned out all right.
No, I didn't, because of you.
You have no heart.
I have a heart. I have a heart.
Audrey, you don't let people change.
I-I'm trying to make amends.
I want to bring this family together.
Look,
Damon Neeskins is Chuck Johnson.
The same guy.
-Chuck Johnson? -Yeah. H-He was just
a-a pissant little drug dealer, you know?
And he, he-he went to jail,
and w-when he got out, he was a different man.
Ambitious, you know, took up drug smuggling.
I-I hear his enterprise has grown.
What the hell is this?
It's a completely unsecure location.
Well, maybe he thinks, in a public place,
you won't start shooting people.
KILBANE: An antique show at the track?
It's, uh, it's $20.
-What? -$20.
(sighs)
Can't believe it.
Four.
Listen, pal, y-you got to get rid of the bodyguards.
Y-You're gonna speak Sy Rubinek.
Look, we're not having this conversation.
He's an old man.
What are you gonna get, mugged at an antique show?
You're jeopardizing the whole thing.
(sighs)
Go wait in the car.
Thank you.
MARIUS: Here.
(grunts softly)
Okay.
Now what?
Now we wait till he shows his face.
Order a drink or something.
And maybe it's a good idea
that you don't look like you have $4 million
sitting on your lap.
♪ ♪
WOMAN: I'm good.
Hey, give me a second.
Whoa, wait, wait, where you going?
I'm going to the bathroom.
You want to go to the bathroom with me?
Is that, is that what you want?
(birds singing)
You know, the first time I saw you,
you were this cocky 19-year-old.
You had so much confidence.
I was intimidated by you.
I'd never seen anything like you.
You're the first man I ever met I didn't think was an easy mark.
(chuckles)
We have to evolve, Lizzie.
You can't be the same person you were when you were 19 years old.
But I am evolving.
You're weakening.
That's the difference.
I think you're missing the point.
You know, when I'm with you, I can still hear
the faintest echo of the man you could've been.
Once upon a time,
back in the day.
But all I have now is you,
the way you are right now.
It's a disappointment.
I don't compromise.
Like Michigan?
(Marius scoffs)
Yeah.
Like Michigan.
(woman coughing)
Come on, come with me.
MARIUS; Lizzie!
I love you.
Prove it.
Leave everything.
Come away with me right now.
You know I can't do that.
Let go of my hand.
I am so sorry you thought I abandoned you.
I came back to get you,
-but it was too late. -Stop talking.
I don't want to do the same thing to Julia.
-Shut up! -(silverware clatters)
You're a fucking pussy.
DETECTIVE: I can't comment on an ongoing investigation.
I understand. I've been involved in law enforcement myself
-for quite a few years. -Oh, just let her talk.
You know, we don't have to get involved in squat.
I'm guessing you have several DNA samples
from the murder scene of Randy Hellman.
One of those samples belongs to a Caucasian male
by the name of Damon Neeskins.
But as of now, you can't trace Mr. Neeskins.
That's because he changed his name.
Chuck Johnson.
Does that ring a bell?
I've been led to believe
that several detectives in this department
are on his payroll.
That's a serious accusation.
He's holding my granddaughter hostage
in a warehouse by the docks.
I believe he plans to kill her today.
Unless you do something!
Where the hell have you been?
It's starting.
What?
Hey.
Sy Rubinek. It's good to see you again.
You're, uh...
you're different.
Uh-huh.
Well, it's been ten years.
Time's like that.
-Hello, kid. -MARIUS: Hey, how you doing?
-You're looking a little skinny. -Yeah.
-Hope you're, uh, looking out for yourself. -Okay.
Uh, I'm, uh...
I'm sorry if...
if I made you feel bad the last time.
It's just business.
Hmm.
Where's the painting?
Painting? All right.
You see that beautiful young woman?
Over there down by the, um,
posters and the old maps and shit?
-Yeah, I see her. -She'd be happy to show it to you
as soon as she sees that I've got the money in my hands.
(chuckles)
Well, as my Irish grandmother used to say,
"You must think my head buttons up in the back."
(laughing): You had an Irish grandma?
I had an Irish grandmother, too.
-Really? -Yeah.
Rubinek, that's... that's Irish?
Dublin, Jew.
You know, like, Leopold Bloom
from, um, James Joyce's book?
Ticktock, ticktock.
Um...
My colleague won't show you the painting
unless you leave the briefcase here with me.
(Kilbane inhales sharply)
(clears throat)
(handcuff and briefcase clattering)
(clears throat)
I'll be right back, Sy.
How am I doing?
Little less Irish.
♪ ♪
-Carly. -Yeah, I-I know.
(both whispering indistinctly)
Can you, can you really do this?
Yeah, I've been practicing.
(exhales slowly)
Oh, my God, it's beautiful.
Yes, it is.
You know about art?
A little bit.
Come on, Carly, we're running out of time.
KILBANE: It's the way he plays with the light.
If you look at the seated woman's skirt.
-How it, it literally shimmers. -(clears throat)
There you are.
Nice.
Roll it up.
Well, Mr. Josipovic, I, uh,
have my money, I've got my painting...
and I have got... Sy Rubinek.
(Otto muttering nervously)
Okay.
Which, I guess, concludes our...
-Get out of here. Get out of here. -Hey. Hey, stop!
-Oh, shit. -Stop!
Hey.
Stop! Right now.
(Kilbane grunts)
(Kilbane groans)
Get the fuck up.
Why are you grabbing me? That kid stole my money.
You were waving a weapon around in public, you fucking dick!
Jesus.
-I'll see you at the car. -Yeah.
♪ ♪
VIGNETTI: You've done a wonderful thing.
You'll take care of it... won't you?
I'll be extra careful.
-Thank you. -(laughs softly)
(engine starts)
You, uh, you guys work for a guy named, uh, Kilbane?
What's it to you, pal?
Well, uh, h-he just took off in a blue Pontiac,
uh, Sparky, with a guy in a... a skinny guy in a coat.
He came over, he gave me this 50 to come over and, uh,
-tell you guys to follow him. -This way, this way.
-To follow him. -Get out, get out, get out. Go!
Yeah, he's heading... he's heading...
heading south!
TAYLOR: This should make a nice addition to your wine cellar.
Sit tight until the police show up.
Hey, you get your boss in here, you hear me?!
(door closes)
There's your poster.
(groans) You know, it's idiots like you
that give rich guys a bad name,
compadre.
You good to go?
Good to go. Hear from Grandma?
Yeah, she's on her way.
(engine starts)
(tires screeching)
(grunts)
That ought to do it.
Where you going?
I'd sit tight if I were you.
My partner's got a very bad temper.
He'll probably shoot you if you walk out this door.
(sighs, grunts)
(door closes)
How many planets in the solar system?
-Nine. -Not strictly true.
The current thinking is eight.
What do you mean, current thinking?
Pluto got downgraded.
Jesus, enough of this Star Trek shit.
I'm gonna get some air.
(seabirds chirping)
Hey!
You can't be here.
I'm just gonna take a little look at the princess. It's fine.
-LIZZIE: Just checking. -No!
(banging)
Hey, fuck you!
Let me out!
Hey! Fuck you!
-JULIA: Let me out. -Sorry, man.
Nothing personal.
(engine starts)
(groans)
That's it?
MARIUS: I guess so.
(car door opens, closes)
TAYLOR: I'll go round the back.
Thanks.
CHUCK: Well, you're not dead
or in a prison uniform.
So I'm hoping that means you had a successful morning.
Where's Lizzie?
Stretching her legs.
The rich guy bought your painting?
Yeah.
You must be pleased.
I want to see Julia.
Doesn't work like that.
She's nearby. Don't worry.
You people intrigue me.
I mean, I do what I do.
It's how I make my living. With you guys, it's deeper.
It's part of your DNA.
We're just wired differently.
(chuckles): That's one way of looking at it.
Don't even fucking think about it!
All right? Come down, come down.
Get on your fucking knees.
Get on your knees.
(grunts)
KEVIN: She's gone.
-What about Julia? -Also gone.
-(sighs) -Lizzie tased this genius here
and took the truck.
Well, somebody go find her.
I'm not stupid.
Maybe you two think I am,
-but I'm not. -I'm sorry,
I don't know what you're talking about. Where's Julia?
You two plan this all along?
No. Kidnapping and extortion is your thing, pal.
Do you have the diamonds on you?
Don't you turn your back on me, you little shit.
-You don't have Julia. -Shoot him.
TAYLOR: I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Who the fuck are you?
Julia's brother, asshole.
Where is she?
I'm not gonna ask again.
-Where is Julia? -(groans)
You are really starting to piss me off, old lady.
Shoot him.
Where is she?
Carly, get back in the car.
AUDREY: The cops are on their way, Mr. Neeskins.
That is your name, isn't it? Damon Neeskins.
Your DNA was found at the scene of the murder of Randy Hellman.
You don't have her, do you?
No.
Where's my granddaughter, you goddamn son of a bitch?
(overlapping yelling)
MARIUS: Where are you?
LIZZIE: Step outside, west side.
Just you, not the whole Partridge Family.
(sirens wailing in distance)
Where is she?
You got my money?
Yeah, sure.
So let's meet up.
Well, where are you?
Right in front of you.
(sniffles) She's in there?
-Huh? -Maybe.
You fucking psychopath.
Where's the key?
-Where's my money? -Is that it?
Is that all you want, and then we're done?
Okay, here you go.
Here's your fucking money, give me the key.
This is... you fucking prick.
Lizzie, where is she?
Where is she?
Where is she, Lizzie?
(splashes)
Where is she?
Don't be stupid.
Where is she?!
She's in the crate.
What do you mean?
Julia!
LIZZIE: Marius!
(splashes)
Julia! Julia!
-JULIA: Marius! -Julia!
-Help! -No, don't move! Don't move!
-Stop moving! No, no, no! -Help!
-No, no, no, no! -(shouts)
TAYLOR: Julia!
(Julia coughing)
MARIUS: Okay. It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
(crying)
Stop and listen to me.
They ransacked the entire place.
There is not a single bottle left.
Yes, yes, I'll hold.
Goddamn fucking incompetence.
(chuckles)
(sighs)
Okay.
MAN (on radio): Good afternoon, Santa Barbara.
Today, we're looking at a high of 65
and an overnight low of 52.
Back to you, Sandra.
SANDRA (on radio): Confusion continues over
the return to the Isabella Stewart Museum in Boston...
the Johannes Vermeer painting, The Concert,
stolen in a daring raid 30 years ago.
Mystery surrounds the identity of this man.
A museum spokesman said, whoever he is,
they are eternally grateful to him for his care
and respect for the artistry.
WAITRESS: What can I get you?
I'm gonna do the Big Kahuna burger, but hold the pineapple.
But I will get extra avocado.
And I, I will do the onion rings.
Yay.
Try this.
I'm gonna go pee.
How you doing?
Tired. (laughs)
But okay.
So, what's the plan?
Go back to high school.
(laughs) You know.
And actually...
kind of probably taking this college thing seriously.
Oh, you want to go to college?
What do you want to study?
Psychology.
I think.
People.
Why they do stuff.
(Carly chuckles)
You really helped. So, thank you.
(seagulls squawking)
-Hey. -Hey.
You got that thousand-yard stare going.
Still a little shaky.
Yeah, that's understandable.
Just talked to the kids.
This is the longest I've ever been away from them.
I don't know how I'm gonna tell 'em that...
Mommy's going to jail.
That's all right. It's gonna be all right.
Yeah, it will be.
Do you...?
Do you love her?
I do.
I was gonna say I did once, but I think
once you do, you do,
no matter how things work out.
I know all about that.
I am an expert in things not working out.
Why do you do that?
You take every opportunity to put yourself down.
Habit.
No, no, smoking's a habit.
Biting your fingernails.
Here.
I, um... I palmed these.
What are you doing?
Maybe you can help Carly
with her college.
Or you can get a good lawyer, you don't have to go to jail.
You're such a fucking asshole.
AUDREY: Oh, if we didn't know you were cousins,
-tongues would be wagging. -(laughter)
JULIA: Sorry.
Still, you know...
Did you find that on the beach?
It was a gift.
Food's gonna be ready soon.
MARIUS: Yeah.
I should, uh, head out.
You all right?
Listen, there's something I need to tell you about me.
Pete?
No, no, no. No, no. No, no.
-No, no. -You-you don't know what I'm gonna say.
Yeah, no, I don't care what you're gonna say.
Come on, you've had a rough couple of days.
You got to... take it easy.
Yeah, we got some food up there. Come on.
You're a good boy.
♪ ♪
♪ It's a pale sky ♪
♪ With a warmth of certainty ♪
♪ Getting easier to breathe ♪
♪ You can feel your soul ♪
♪ You can feel the energy ♪
♪ Catch the wind and sail with ease ♪
♪ Nobody knows your name ♪
♪ Nobody plays your game ♪
♪ Tomorrow is still untold ♪
♪ You can go your way ♪
♪ You can be true ♪
♪ You can go your way ♪
♪ You can be true ♪
♪ It's the sweetest day ♪
♪ With the ocean all around ♪
♪ It's the finest melody ♪
♪ Oh, child ♪
♪ You can be yourself ♪
♪ And you can do your thing ♪
♪ Find your voice and start to sing ♪
♪ Nobody knows your name ♪
♪ You don't play their game ♪
♪ Tomorrow is still untold ♪
♪ All right ♪
♪ You can go your way ♪
♪ You can be true ♪
♪ You can go your way ♪
♪ You can be true ♪
♪ Oh, yes, you can ♪
♪ You can go your way ♪
♪ You can be true ♪