Murder at Hollow Creek (2024) Movie Script
1
(wine bottle pops)
(gentle music)
(wine trickling)
(wine glasses clinking)
(waves crashing)
(waves crashing)
(peaceful music)
(peaceful music continues)
(gentle piano music)
(gentle piano music continues)
(birds chirping)
(birds chirping)
(gentle music continues)
(distant chatter)
- [Terry] Where is it?
The necklace. Tell me.
Where is it?
Huh?
- [Bodgdan] Please, Ruslan.
We don't want any problems, okay?
- [Terry] You tell me where it is.
- Okay, okay, okay.
(suspenseful music)
- Where?
- It is missing.
- What do I tell Vladimir?
Huh? What the fuck I tell Vladimir?
My own men, they have robbed me?
- It's not what you think, Ruslan, okay?
- I know you are robing me.
- No.
- I don't know.
I don't know.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(gun fires)
(Isabelle screams)
(body thumps)
(Isabelle screams)
- Run! Go!
(suspenseful music)
Please. No, please.
We're just fishing. We didn't...
We didn't, we didn't see anything.
Please, man, these are my
kids. They're my kids, man.
Gavin, run!
(dramatic orchestral music)
(fist thuds)
(fists thudding)
(fighters grunting)
(Bill groans)
(fist thuds)
(Bill groans)
(foot thuds)
(Bill groans)
(gun fires)
- Dad!
(Bill coughs and splutters)
(dark orchestral music)
(gun fires)
- Cursed necklace.
(dark orchestral music)
(siren blares)
(hard rock music)
(hard rock music continues)
(knocks on door)
(Nick trumpeting)
(alarm clock clatters)
- Hey.
First day on the job. Wish me luck.
- [Gavin] Good luck.
- Is that all you got?
- Good luck!
- Yeah. (chuckles)
That's more like it.
Hey. Don't you have your
interview with Homeboy Fitness?
Up and at 'em, man.
- How can I forget?
You set my alarm.
- [Nick] And good luck to you, baby bro.
- That smells like...
Is that Mrs. Fields? That's Mrs. Fields.
- Yeah, something like that.
(Gavin chuckles)
- "Good luck with your rim job"?
- "Rim job"? It's supposed to be "Gym".
Oh well.
Ah!
Not until you put some clothes on, man.
- Fucking asshole.
- [Nick] Come on, dude. We need the money.
- Just what I wanna be doing.
Wiping up people's sweat.
So much for my Stanford education.
- Dude, it's just for a
little while, all right?
Till we pay off the medical bills.
I'm pretty sure Cole &
Levington will take you back.
- Dude, I punched the judge.
- But it's not over yet.
- I'm disbarred.
It's been three months since
I cleaned out my office.
This is real.
- Look, man.
I know it's not easy
going from being a lawyer
to running a front desk at a gym,
but do it for your little sister.
Okay?
Here.
- Jesus Christ.
(gentle orchestral music)
- Have a good one.
(Gavin sighs)
(gentle orchestral music continues)
- Ah. Good thing the
department pays our gas.
- Ah, Sharon on the phone. Sorry.
- That bad, huh?
- [Dispatcher] Headquarters to 475.
- Go ahead. 475.
- [Dispatcher] We've
got suspicious activity
at William and Jefferson,
possible drug deal.
- Ten four. We're on our way.
(suspenseful music)
(car doors slamming)
(siren wails)
(hurried footsteps clacking)
(tense orchestral music)
(sirens wailing)
(car doors slamming)
Don't move!
(Ivan groans)
(handcuffs clicking)
Well, that's a nice way to start the day.
- Easy enough. Yeah.
(Ivan sighs)
(Ivan grunts)
(gentle music)
- There's my favorite sis.
- I'm your only sister.
- Hey.
Yeah, well, if I had a bunch of sisters,
you'd definitely be my favorite sister.
- What's up, dudes?
- Can't wait to bring you home.
- Thank the Lord.
These surgeries are really
starting to get to me.
- Well, it's over. Now we start
the healing process, right?
- [Nick] What's going on
here? Is that a goatee coming?
- [Gavin] Oh, yeah! That is a goatee.
- (chuckles) I, I guess
that's a side effect.
- I love you.
- I love you.
- Hey, Doc. Sister's looking great.
She's coming home.
Growing a goatee. What do you think?
(Walker laughs)
She's awesome.
- You like the goatee, Doc?
- I love it.
It's real, it's real nice.
Hey, guys, do you mind if we talk
in the hallway for a minute?
- [Gavin] Yeah.
- Sure.
- Be right back, Izzy.
- Doing okay?
- I could run a marathon.
(Walker chuckles)
- Be right back, okay?
- Okay.
(gentle music continues)
- So, it appears the cancer
has spread from the thyroid.
- I don't understand.
- But you said it didn't spread this time.
- Yeah.
- Apparently, I was wrong.
- You were wrong?
- Yeah. Guys, we'd like to get
started on this right away.
But I'm afraid this new treatment
is not covered by your insurance.
Unfortunately, it looks like
this is the only other option,
at this time.
- How much is it?
- It's gonna be roughly 100,000.
- What?
- What? A hundred grand?
- Yep.
I'm very sorry, guys. We
gotta get moving on this.
- How are we gonna get moving on this?
You have a hundred thousand dollars?
- You expect us to, like, Venmo you?
- Yeah.
- Like, what the fuck?
- I wish there was another option.
Look, we've got to get
moving on this right away.
Again, take some time, if you need it.
But please, we've gotta
jump on this fast, okay?
(upbeat hip-hop music)
Take a whiff, take a puff and chill
Inhale now tell me how you feel
Is it inviting, is it exciting
Spread the aroma, light it up
One for the rhythm,
two, three to the four
I got two blunts in a row, three mo'
I need to find some leaf
from the liquor sto'
For the I to the N to the D to the O
I'm outta my mind, I'm outta my mind
Big bong hits happen every time
Ride in my Benzo, smoking up my indo
Ride in my Benzo, smoking up my indo
I'm outta my mind, I'm outta my mind
Big bong hits happen every time
- That's the good stuff.
- Yeah.
- So, what happens now?
- More surgeries.
- [Nick] More money.
- [Gavin] Which we don't have.
- Okay. Well, how much is it?
- 100K.
- What?
What are we gonna do?
- Know any rich people
who can lend us 100K?
- (scoffs) The only rich people
I know wouldn't give a shit.
We'd have to steal it from them.
(lighter flicks)
- Well, maybe that's what we do, then.
- Is that weed or crack you're smoking?
- I'm not talking about the stupid shit
we used to do as kids, Nick.
I'm talking about a
real fuckin' bulletproof
thought out plan.
- No such thing, brother.
- Wait. Just wait a second, all right?
- [Nick] Yeah.
- This is actually his
first time hitting the bong.
- Think it might be.
Because, uh, the smart kid
that used to be my brother
knows that stealing
doesn't go over very well.
Especially for guys like us
who never got away with shit like that.
- Char, you, you work for a business
that gives you VIP access to rich people-
- Dude, don't go bringing her into shit.
What are you, crazy?
- To rich people's homes!
She's got access to rich people's homes!
Maybe we figure out a
way where Nicky and I
can get into one of these houses.
We're not just gonna
roll up to a big house
like the average crook like we used to do,
and hope they got something worthwhile.
We're gonna fuckin' know
exactly what we're taking.
- How?
- Yeah. How?
- I don't know. I...
(chuckles) I haven't thought that far yet.
But I'll get there.
- There is one thing.
One of the perks of working
for a badass company
is you always get invited
to the badass parties.
- [Doorman] Right this way, ma'am.
- [Charlize] I get paid shit.
But if you're working
for the cable company,
you know there's money somewhere.
You just gotta sniff it out.
Damn, bro! Did you leave
any cologne in the bottle?
- Mm.
- Dad, come on.
- Charlize!
- This (mumbles) is so good!
(friend mumbles)
And it was like a hotdog
situation, like inside the little-
- [Charlize] The eenie
meenie, teeny weenie
little cocktail weenies!
That's what I'm talkin' about, girl!
- I'm gonna cut that. (giggles)
This is so good.
- [Charlize] Girl, they're so good,
they transport me to another dimension.
- She is stunning.
Hashtag baller necklace.
(phone camera clicks)
- Excuse me, Miss. Can I have you not-
- Excuse me, ma'am. There's
no photographs here, okay?
Can you put that away, please?
- So sorry.
- It's okay.
- I'm so sorry.
- All right.
- [Charlize] But we all
got one thing in common.
Every single one of us
uses the same cable provider.
- You see that outfit?
- What about that necklace?
- My husband's a jeweler.
He says it's at least a mil.
- Whoa.
- Yeah.
(footsteps clacking)
- Huh!
Damn.
- What you thinking, baby bro?
- I'm thinking we're gonna steal it.
(lively music)
- Maid leaves at 2:00 PM
- And the kid gets home at 4:00 PM, so-
- That gives us a two-hour window.
- So, I did some digging
and I found out that
Jennifer ain't going to work
on her anniversary,
'cause she got a big fancy
dinner with her husband.
Oh. One more thing.
You gonna need to get
her to open the safe.
(brakes squeal)
(van door slams)
(dog barks)
(doorbell rings)
- It's gonna be so much fun.
I can't wait to see you too.
Listen, I'm sorry, honey.
Yeah, that's right. I just buzzed them in.
I have to let 'em in.
(lawnmower buzzing)
- The fuckin' gardener's here?
- Shit.
- Here she comes.
(footsteps clacking)
- Hello.
- Hi.
- Hey.
- Come on in.
- Sure.
- So, they were just putting
in the new system last week,
and then the power went off
this morning and the wifi's out.
- Yeah, we're sorry for the
inconvenience, Mrs. Bennett.
You mind showing us where the modem is?
- Oh! Uh, yeah, sure.
It's right through here.
So, it's right in this corner.
- Okay.
- And...
And, uh, please fix it quickly.
I've got something to do.
- Excellent. No problem, Mrs. Bennett.
- Thank you.
(suspenseful music)
- Dude. How'd we miss this?
- [Nick] No idea.
(blender whirs and buzzes)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
- Dude. Seriously.
I can't believe we didn't
realize this fucking guy's here.
(suspenseful music continues)
(Jennifer sighs)
- [Jennifer] Guys?
Hey, guys?
- Oh, fuck.
(bag unzips)
- Hey, Mrs. Bennett.
We're good.
- Oh, great!
- Yeah.
- So, is my phone on?
(suspenseful music continues)
- [Gavin] Um...
Yeah, it should be.
- [Jennifer] I'm...
I'm not getting a signal. What-
- You're not getting a signal?
- No.
- Don't move. Hand me the phone.
- [Nick] Hand me the, hand me the phone.
- Give him the phone.
(Jennifer gasps)
- Take us to the safe.
- Okay.
- Take us to the fucking safe!
- Okay, okay, okay!
- Go!
(Jennifer gasps)
Move.
- Let's go, buddy.
(Jennifer moans)
- [Gavin] Don't try anything.
- Okay.
(Jennifer whimpers)
- There you go.
- [Jennifer] My husband's
gonna be here any minute.
- Okay.
- Open it!
Open the fuckin' safe.
- I, I, I...
Shit. I, I, I can't.
I can't with a gun on me!
- Okay. Lower the...
(Jennifer yelps)
- Now, open it. Open it.
(Jennifer screams)
- Hey!
Hey! Hey!
Don't fuckin' run. Don't
ever do that again.
- Okay, okay!
- Okay?
- Okay.
- Hey, I got this.
Get the bag.
Get the fuckin' bag.
(playful orchestral music)
(playful orchestral music continues)
(door creaks)
(mother sighs)
(door slams)
(mother sighs)
(drawer slams)
(mother sighs)
- Boy, do you come in handy
when I have to watch the grandkids.
Yeah.
(mother sighs)
(mother grunts)
Ah!
(mother sighs)
One for good luck.
(mother sighs)
- [Nick] It's three numbers. It's easy.
Open it.
(suspenseful music)
(dial clicking)
Go.
- 43.
Okay.
(playful orchestral music)
- Whoa! (chuckles)
Can't hold the liquor like I used to.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Don't move.
- Okay.
- Jesus fucking Christ.
- Let's go, dude.
Put it in the bag.
- Wait, wait, wait.
Cover it.
- Right, give it to me.
Let's go.
- Happy anniversary!
(Jennifer whimpers)
- Shh, shh, shh, shh.
What do we do now?
- [Gavin] I'm gonna go check it out.
- Hey. Move over here.
Don't fuckin' move.
- Jen!
Hello?
I guess I've got the
whole house to myself.
Party time!
(mother chuckles)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Tie her up.
- Oh!
(playful music)
First, ice cream, here I come.
(mother giggles)
(mother hums cheerfully)
Whoa! (laughs)
(mother chuckles)
Ah!
Ah.
Yeah, baby.
Get a spoon.
(playful music continues)
- Fuck! Shit.
(brooding orchestral music)
Okay.
The gardener. Now this.
How the fuck did we miss this shit?
(tape tears)
(mother laughs)
- They don't...
They don't make funny
shit like this anymore!
(mother laughs)
(suspenseful music)
(Jennifer sighs)
- [Nick] Let's go.
(door creaks)
(door slams)
(suspenseful music continues)
- Jen?
Jen?
(engine revs)
Hey!
- Get in, get in!
- Go, go, go!
- Hey!
(tires screeching)
Where you going?
Hey!
- [Gavin] Crazy lady.
- Hey!
- Look out!
(tires screeching)
Shit! Look out!
(van clunks)
(horn honks)
Nick?
Nick, you good?
(Nick groans)
Start the car!
(engine struggling)
Fuck me.
Stupid fucking car.
Fuck!
(tense orchestral music)
Fuck.
Stupid fucking car.
Come on!
- Hey!
- Come on!
- Hey! Get back here!
Shit. I'm gonna-
- Come on!
- I'm gonna get you!
- [Gavin] Yeah. Yeah, come on.
- [Nick] Fucking head hurts.
- [Gavin] Come on, this way.
(mother groans)
(mother groans)
Come on, Nicky! Go!
- [Nick] (groans) Wait!
(Nick groans)
- Hurry!
(Nick groans)
Nick!
- Those fucking cable guys.
(mother sighs)
I'm switching to satellite.
- [Nick] Where are we going?
(Nick groans)
- All right, guys. Pizza's on the way.
(Sarah giggles)
- Hi.
(boyfriend sighs)
Here you go, babe.
- Oh, thank you, baby.
Oh, you're an angel.
Please me, tease me
(Sarah giggles)
Feel me, touch me
- So...
Really it, huh, guys?
Our last summer before
the real world starts.
- Wish college would last forever.
- I can't wait to have my own
place and have a real job.
- Oh.
I thought you liked working
with me at Bubba Gump.
- Yeah, if I wanna marry you,
and live in a four-by-four shack.
(friends chuckling)
No offense.
- Nah, it's fine.
- [Friend] So, I thought
you were gonna go work
for your daddy this summer.
- Um, no. (chuckles)
- Why? I thought you
wanted a summer in Capris?
- Sounds pretty good to me.
- I wanna work full-time at the hospital.
- Working with psychos
for the rest of your life?
- They're not psychos, Lil.
Besides, I want to do
something with my life.
And help people.
I'll let Dad drill the oil.
- Speaking of drilling.
- Don't you dare!
- Oh, come on!
- No, absolutely not.
No.
(boyfriend chuckles)
No.
- Oh, my God.
(phone rings)
Fine.
(friends giggling)
(phone rings)
- Oh, that's my parents
calling to check in, you guys.
I'll be right back.
- [Friend] Damn. I was
hoping that was the pizza.
No pizza for you, Miss
"I'm on a no carb diet".
(boyfriend whistling)
(door creaks)
(door thuds)
- Hi, sweetie.
- Hi, Mom.
Hi, Dad.
- What's going on?
- Yeah, it's good.
I have the girls here.
- Are you having fun?
- Yeah. (chuckles)
We're just gonna lay
low, watch some movies.
- No boys!
- I know, Dad.
- Don't do any pot.
- All right, sweetie.
Yeah, she knows.
All right, sweetie, we're going on a boat,
like a canoe thing with the Lipschitzes.
- Okay.
(Jeff and Lori chuckling)
- [Jeff] The Lipschitzes.
I come all the way the
hell out here to escape
the Lipschitzes and somehow,
they happen to show up!
- All right, I'm sorry!
All right, well, I love Debbie.
She's a hoot. She's so much fun.
Okay, well, it doesn't
matter. Anyway, anyway!
Doesn't matter.
We are going to be
leaving our phones behind.
- No phones.
- Yeah.
- So, if anything happens, call-
- For a few hours!
- 911.
- [Lori] Okay, so, we
won't have our phones.
- Okay? 911.
- Okay?
- Mm-hm. Okay.
- All right?
Okay!
- Is there any boys there?
- No.
- Are there boys?
- We love you.
- No boys, Dad.
- Love you.
- I love you.
No boys, no pot. Got it.
- Bye! We'll call you later, though!
- Okay.
(doorbell rings)
Okay, okay. Love you guys! (chuckles)
- We love you more!
(doorbell rings)
(doorbell rings)
- I'm coming. (sighs)
I'm coming!
(suspenseful music)
- Don't move.
Well, you have to move a
little, so we can get inside.
(distant siren wails)
(suspenseful music continues)
- [Nick] Oh, damn.
- Don't fuckin' try anything.
(Nick groans)
Don't fuckin' try anything.
- [Jessica] I know. I know.
- Don't fucking move.
Don't move.
- Okay, okay.
(Nick pants)
(door creaks)
- Hey!
Hey!
Shut the door!
Close the door!
(door thuds)
Get over there. Get on the couch!
Put the phone on the fucking table.
Go!
Put the fucking phone
down. Put the phone down!
You have a first aid kit?
- I'm not the injury-prone
type, so I wouldn't know.
Plus, it's like totally no-
- Shut up, Lily.
- I have one.
- Get it.
Let's go.
Hey! I'll fucking shoot you.
(suspenseful music continues)
- What the fuck?
- All right, baby. I'll
be back tomorrow night.
I gotta head over to Donnie's, okay?
- What?
No.
- I'll be back tomorrow night.
- Are you, are you sure that you wanna go?
- (sighs) Come on.
Baby, I just... (chuckles)
Didn't you?
All right, well,
tomorrow, I got you, okay?
They're gonna need to
power wash these walls,
when I'm done with you.
- Are you serious?
- Stay hydrated!
Okay?
- You are such an asshole!
Fuck.
- Nicky.
Nicky.
(Nick grunts)
(sighs) Come on, bro.
You okay?
- God damn.
- It's okay.
Nicky, wake up.
There he is.
You good?
- Jesus Christ.
What the fuck, dude?
(door clicks open)
(Sarah sighs)
- I'm in the mood to blackout-
- What the fuck?
- Oh, my God!
- Sit the fuck down!
No one else here, huh?
Fuck.
(door thuds)
Watch her.
(muffled sirens wailing)
(helicopter blades whirring)
Fuck. Cops everywhere.
Fuck!
Look.
We don't wanna hurt anyone. Okay?
Just do what I say.
Everything's gonna be okay.
I'm sorry.
(hard rock music)
(siren wails)
A little love and affection
Give it a taste
Just a little bite
Give it a taste
(pizza delivery girl moans)
- They're definitely
gonna fire me this time.
(pizza delivery girl moans)
(crickets chirping)
- [Mullen] All right, good to
see you, Mr. and Mrs. Bennett.
Sorry it's under these circumstances.
- Yeah.
- So, uh...
Okay, let's start at the top, shall we?
So, you were home alone
at the time of entry?
- I was home alone and then my
mother came, a little later.
- Right.
And what did they take, exactly?
- Well, they took-
- Nothing.
(ominous orchestral music)
- They...
They didn't steal anything?
- Um...
- No. They didn't take anything.
- Not that, that I'm aware of.
- I don't understand. Did...
Did they touch you inappropriately?
- Oh, no. No, nothing like that.
- Excuse me, Officer.
- No. No, nothing like that.
- I'm gonna tell you something.
You better find whoever
did this before I do,
because I'm going to fucking kill them.
Do you understand me?
- Okay. Let's take a breath, shall we?
We're gonna check on
this van after we tow it.
We'll let you know if we have
any leads after that, okay?
- Yeah.
- Thank you.
- All right.
Let's not do anything crazy.
Okay. Okay.
- Why?
- [Thomas] Wanna talk
to you about that later.
(muffled police radio chatter)
- Whoa! Look who decided to show up.
- Miss me?
- So much.
- What've we got?
- Couple of dudes dressed
as cable guys break in.
They tie up mom, they scare
grandma half to death.
And here's the kicker.
They don't steal anything.
- Nothing? They take nothing?
- [Mullen] Nothing.
- Assault?
Touch the women?
- [Mullen] No.
- Where's Thomas?
- He's in the kitchen with Mrs. Bennett.
They're all right. A little shook up.
Oh, we ran the plates on the van outside.
Get this. They're registered
to a Mark Antonio Ramos.
If you can believe that name.
- All right.
Well, with nothing here,
I say we go pay Mr. Ramos a little visit.
- Let's do that.
(ominous orchestral music)
(door thuds)
(siren wails)
(car doors click open)
(car doors slamming)
So, 10 to 1 says the cable
guy's wife put him up to it.
Then he chickened out.
- Why do you always think it's the wife?
- The shoe fits.
Oh.
Door's open.
You see something?
(glass shatters)
- It's a dog.
(door creaks)
(suspenseful music)
Police.
- Hello?
- Hello. Police.
(suspenseful music continues)
(floorboards creaking)
- Don't move!
Huh.
Didn't see that coming.
- Untie him.
So, why don't you just
tell us what happened?
- Some motherfuckers stole my truck,
and tied my ass up in the bathtub.
That's what happened.
- You got a wife?
- Do I got a wife?
- Did they hurt you in any way?
- Physically? No.
But emotionally? I'm
all kinds of fucked up.
- So, no wife?
- What is it with this guy and my wife?
Yeah.
I got a wife.
She left me six months ago,
when she found me with a friend.
- Was that a special lady friend?
- No.
A special guy friend.
Jorge.
- Hm.
It's probably with a J.
- Yeah.
Jorge.
(pen scribbles)
Got it.
- Um, you have no idea
who these guys were?
You never saw them at work,
or anything like that?
- Never in my life.
(dog whines and pants)
Yeah.
- Okay. I'll tell you what.
Anything comes up, you have
any ideas, remember anything,
you give us a call, all right?
- Wait. You're leaving?
- He's very observant.
- You're gonna have a squad
car up front or nothing?
- We'll be in touch.
- What if they come back?
- [Mullen] Call 911!
(door thuds)
- I guess it's just you and me, Chachi.
(dog whines)
(birds chirping)
(coffee trickles)
(coffee trickles)
(Jessica coughing)
- You okay?
(Jessica coughing)
Hang on.
(Jessica coughing)
It's okay.
Here.
(Jessica coughs)
You okay?
- Thanks.
- I'm sorry.
We never meant for anyone to get hurt.
- What'd you do?
- My sister...
She has cancer and...
I got laid off.
Couldn't pay for the surgeries.
We came up with this stupid plan. It's...
(Nick groans)
Hey, bro.
- [Nick] Hm?
- [Gavin] Made you some coffee.
- Wow.
I get this service?
- It's cold.
- Yeah.
Well, it's the thought that counts.
- Yeah.
(Nick sighs)
How you feeling?
Like Brock Lesnar brain-fucked me.
(Gavin chuckles)
You?
- Same. (chuckles)
- Where you going?
- It's just time to give
them their house back.
- You're leaving?
- Dude. What the fuck?
- We don't wanna bother you
any more than we already have.
- But aren't...
Aren't they searching everywhere?
If you leave, they'll find you.
(birds chirping)
We, we could help you figure this out.
I'm outta my mind, I'm outta my mind
Big bong hits happen every time
Ride in my Benzo, smoking up my indo
Ride in my Benzo, smoking up my indo
- Whenever I try to figure shit out,
I always start with the bong rip.
Ride in my Benzo, smoking up my indo
Ride in my Benzo, smoking up my indo
Round two, it's about to go down
Take a dab and let's do another round
Hop in the car and let
me turn up the sound
(distant phone rings)
(distant phone rings)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(phone keypad clicking)
- Do you know how many
times I've tried calling?
Where are...
(fire crackling)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps clacking)
(door creaks)
(door slams)
(computer chimes)
- [Phone] Your search has
retrieved one new result.
(computer chimes)
Your search has retrieved one new result.
- Oh, I knew I'd find you.
Oh.
Such a long time.
Such a long time.
Oh. (chuckles)
Beautiful. So beautiful.
(gentle acoustic guitar music)
- Here we go.
- Ah. Thank you, sir.
- Yeah, what can I say? I'm a big spender.
(paper rustling)
(gentle acoustic guitar music continues)
- Something doesn't smell right.
- Smells like a cheeseburger to me.
- Think about this.
You got a rich lady and her mother.
They get jumped by a couple guys
dressed like the cable company.
They don't steal anything.
They don't touch them.
And then we find the real cable guy,
tied up in the bathroom in his skivvies.
- And the wife just left
him, six months ago.
I'm telling you, she's involved.
- (chuckles) Wives leave.
Wives leave.
Nobody's fault.
- Pretty sure it's Jorge's fault.
(Mullen chuckles)
Oh, where'd you go?
- I ever tell you about
that case in Hollow Creek?
Dad takes the kids fishing. The creek.
Dad ends up dead,
along with some random Serbian.
Unidentified.
It's brutal.
Kids survived and
witnessed the whole thing.
- Jesus.
- So, I was pretty obsessed
with it for a couple years.
Late nights.
Tip after tip, dead end. The whole thing.
Pretty strung out.
Anyway, I come home one night.
Sharon's got dinner on the table.
She looks at me and says, uh, "I'm done.
I can no longer compete with your job."
She said, "Go marry her."
- I'm sorry, man.
- I just could never get those
kids' faces out of my mind.
Their
eyes.
Just dead.
And I promised them that I
would find the guy who did this.
Which I failed at.
I don't know what I was
supposed to do. You tell me.
This is who we are.
This is what we do.
- This is what we do.
(lighter flicks)
(mellow reggae music)
- [Friend] So, the old
lady had a heart attack?
- [Lily] Is she, like, dead?
- [Nick] Sure hope not.
(Gavin coughs)
We're supposed to be on
some yacht right now,
counting dollar dollar bills.
Instead, we crashed the freaking truck.
- So, uh, what'd you guys steal?
- Yeah. What'd you take?
Is it here?
- [Nick] Hey. Come on.
- [Friend] Jesus.
All right, bro. I was just curious.
You want?
- No, I'm fine. Thank you.
(Nick sighs)
(phone rings)
- Hey! Hi, I tried calling you.
Yeah. Oh, yeah, I heard.
- What're you doin'? You
don't know what's going on?
We're two seconds from the
house. You have to break down?
- [Mickey] I got it. The loose wire.
- How many times have you told me that?
It's the second time.
I've asked you how many times.
I've asked you twice already.
- No, uh, Jennifer was
in my canasta group.
Yeah, I know. It's terrible.
- Debbie Lipschitz?
That's Debbie? Can't escape these people.
I need a vacation from a
vacation. Mickey, what's going on?
- Oh, I know. Yeah.
I'm so sorry we had to cut the trip short.
Yeah, but we had a great
time seeing you guys.
It was really fun.
- Right.
- Um...
- Yeah.
Well, we'll, you know, we'll
see you guys again soon.
We always do. (giggles)
We always run into you.
Yeah. Are we ready?
- Yes, yes, yes, yes.
- Okay, well, we gotta go.
But, we'll, I'll call you.
Yeah, I'll call you soon.
- Bye-bye!
- Okay, bye-bye!
Bye-Bye, okay.
- Say hello to Richard!
Okay. All right. (laughs)
Okay, we'll talk-
- Asshole.
- [Lori] Hey! All right,
we'll talk to you soon.
Okay.
- Self-centered prick.
- She can hear you!
Okay. (chuckles)
Let's go.
(car door slams)
(engine revs)
(tense orchestral music)
(tense orchestral music continues)
(truck door slams)
(truck door slams)
- Nice fire.
Yeah.
So, what's next, Boss?
- Now we get the necklace.
(ominous orchestral music)
(ominous orchestral music continues)
(ominous orchestral music continues)
(truck door slams)
- Maybe you could spot something
I missed all these years.
- Well, let's do this
by the numbers, right?
All right, so, what do we got?
We got a, a dead Serbian mobster.
We got a dead dad and a kid
who swears he heard something
about a cursed necklace, all right?
So, let's look that up.
- Yeah, I thought the kid was
just chasing some ghost story.
And the best bet, Dad got
messed up in something
and, uh, put a hit on him.
- Boom, baby.
Ask for a cursed necklace
and you shall receive
a cursed purple sapphire.
Wait a sec.
Why does that look familiar to me?
- All right, thank you.
- Nice to see you.
Nice to see you.
- Thank you.
- Mr. Mayor, goodnight.
- Thank you.
- Be safe.
- Well, that's the last of 'em.
There you go, Detective.
Great job tonight.
- Thank you very much, sir.
Holy shit.
That's the same gem I saw
in the necklace Mrs. Bennett was wearing
at the corporate party that
I was doing security in.
Now all I gotta figure out
is what does a dead Serbian mobster
have to do with all this?
- Well, we gotta see a guy about a guy.
(Ivan growls)
Hi, Ivan.
Nice to see you.
(Ivan growls)
- I think that means
"Nice to see you, too."
- Take a look at this.
(Ivan growls)
17 years ago.
Hollow Creek.
Two dead. One of your
countrymen, a Serbian.
(Ivan chuckles)
The other was a local father.
There were three kids, they survive.
And one of 'em swears
that he heard something
about a cursed necklace.
You know anything about that?
- Oh. I think you hit a nerve.
- You have a loud bark
for a small dog. (barks)
- Oh.
- You help us out,
we'll see what we can do
about your time in here.
- How many years?
- Doesn't work like that.
You give us something,
we give you something.
(Ivan laughs)
- That's some kind of joke? Are you funny?
- Oh, I made a, I made a joke?
- Yeah, you're funny.
- Oh, you like funny?
- Yeah, I like funny.
- You know what's funny?
The northeast quadrant of this prison,
they actually refer to it as a C Block.
Do you know why?
That's where they keep
the Croatian gangsters,
before we extradite them.
(chuckles) And you know
what would be a funny joke?
I get you transferred there, tonight.
And you know the real punchline?
What you look like tomorrow
is a Serbian in that bunk.
Hah-hah.
- You have a cigarette?
- All right, let's cut
the fucking bullshit.
Who killed these people, and why?
- Ah, fuck it. He was
trying to kill me, anyway.
The man you are looking for
is the brother of Vladimir Petrovic.
- And?
- In Serbia, he's more famous
than your Janine Beaver.
- It's Justin Bieber, you genius.
- Explain.
- You ever hear the story
about the Deli Purple Sapphire?
(ominous music)
- No.
- Well, the story goes,
an English soldier stole it
from the temple of India,
the Hindu God of war and weather,
during the mutiny of 1857 in Kanta, India.
As the gem got passed
down, so did the bad luck.
In order to uncurse the velvet stone,
the last person that handled it
put good luck symbols around
it and made it into a necklace.
- What are you, a fuckin' history major?
- It ended up in a British museum,
only to be stolen by...
- Any day now.
- Vladimir Petrovic.
(ominous music continues)
- So, what does Petrovich
have to do with the murders?
Or the Sapphire?
- I didn't want the bad luck
around us, so I sold it.
- To Thomas Bennett?
- Yes.
And Ruslan did not like it one bit.
- Who the fuck is Ruslan?
- The brother of Vladimir Petrovic.
(ominous music continues)
The man who killed those people.
(gentle acoustic guitar music)
- [Jessica] So, you got laid off?
What line of work?
- [Gavin] Law.
- (chuckles) Wait. For real?
You were a lawyer?
- [Gavin] Yeah.
- [Jessica] What happened?
- [Gavin] It's a long story.
- Well, I don't think we're
going anywhere anytime soon.
So... (chuckles)
- I was defending this
woman who had claimed
she had been sexually abused by her boss.
We had text messages, emails.
It was an easy one, I thought.
Turns out, the judge was a real prick.
When he let her walk, I...
I told him he was a disgrace.
- They fired you for that?
- Yeah, no.
He held me in contempt for that.
A week later, I went for
drinks at the local bar.
He shows up, says how pathetic I am.
So, I punched him.
(Jessica chuckles)
- Okay. Yeah, that'll do it.
- Yeah.
(both chuckling)
That'll do it. Yeah.
- Disbarred?
- Mm-hm.
- Yeah.
- I guess I'm a real disappointment.
- To whom?
I'm sure your parents are really proud.
- My mom died of cancer when I was little.
My dad was killed, not long after that.
I just couldn't bear the thought
of losing my little sister, too.
It's time to go
- Damn. This is one comfy-ass chair.
(Jessica and Gavin chuckling)
(doorbell rings)
(footsteps clacking)
- Hey, Ben.
- Thomas.
- Come in.
(door thuds)
- Thank you for having us
over on such short notice.
- Oh, come on, Ben. Always
have time for an old friend.
- Well, maybe you can
help me a little bit.
What can you tell me about this?
(suspenseful music)
(Thomas sighs)
- I used to have this, uh, driver.
His name was Bodgdan.
He'd always talk about this gem.
How it was the most
beautiful piece of jewelry
he had ever seen.
A friend of his owned it
and wanted to sell it.
I asked him to show it to me.
He was right. It's beautiful.
So, uh...
I bought it for my wife.
I had no idea that it was
stolen from the museum.
- Where is it now?
(Thomas sighs)
- That's what was taken,
the night of the break in.
(suspenseful music continues)
- Why didn't you report it?
- Come on, Ben.
A couple of Serbians sell
you a fine piece of jewelry,
it's not like I was
exactly asking questions.
I didn't want to know.
- All right.
Think we have a report to file.
We'll be in touch.
- I was just trying to protect my family.
- [Mullen] Sure.
(door creaks)
(door slams)
- So, where would that dispatch come from?
- Well, it could've come
from any of these cubicles.
Why don't you start in the back?
Let me know if you need anything else.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
- Hey!
(tense orchestral music)
- [Charlize] I tried calling you 65 times.
Where the fuck you been?
- We crashed the truck. Lost my phone.
- You did what?
Did you get it, at least?
- No. I told you, I lost it.
- I mean the necklace!
- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah. I got the necklace.
- Boom shacka lacka!
Mama been sexy. Boom shacka lacka!
- Hey, Charlize. Charlize, where are you?
Where are you?
- Yes, um, look to your right.
Your other right.
(Charlize squeals)
(Charlize giggles)
- Hey.
Oh, God damn! My leg, babe!
My head.
- Ooh, sorry, baby.
Are you okay? I was so worried.
- Just banged it, come on in.
- Oh!
(chuckles) I don't mind if I do!
I knew this place looked nice.
Shit. You think they got food?
I am hungry.
Boo, you may be a criminal,
but you still so fine.
- Quit treatin' me like
a piece of meat, baby.
- Speaking of meat, I'm hungry.
Let me see what's in this fridge.
Oh, they ain't got nothing in here.
What the hell is this?
Oh, these your side-pieces?
I will cut a bitch!
- Char, Char, Char!
You're good, you're good.
They took us in when we crashed the truck.
If it wasn't for them,
we'd be locked up already.
Right, Nicky?
- Yes.
Yes, yes, yes, yes. You good?
- Yeah. Yeah, I'm sorry.
I'm just, I'm stressed. You
know, everything going on.
- Dude, why would you let
her come here? It's not safe.
- I, I, I didn't let her.
- What?
You expect me to believe
she just magically
shows up at the front door?
- Okay, okay.
I, I've been following both
of y'all on Find My Friends,
ever since that hot Puerto Rican chick
that looked like Shakira,
moved in nextdoor.
- Cassandra?
- Mm-hm.
- I barely talked to
that woman for a minute.
- One word is all it takes, honey.
(horn honks)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Fuck was that?
- Oh, shit.
- Mickey, will you get the bags?
- Who was that?
- Was that Devon?
- It's my parents.
Oh, my God.
Sarah, we're saved.
- What are you talking about?
They already let us go.
- Let's take my car and get outta here.
- What are you, nuts?
- Once they walk in here, this is over.
- Yeah, she's right.
- If they walk up in here,
we all goin' to prison.
And baby, your ass way
too fine for prison.
- We'll take the car to Hollow Creek.
- I'll drive.
You guys sit in the back,
in case we get stopped.
- I'll get the food.
- You sure you wanna do this?
- You said it yourself.
You can't lose your sister.
- Okay.
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
- Good?
Let's go.
Go.
- I can smell it. Think I...
Smelling it. Just...
- Oh, dear Lord.
Are you kidding me with this?
- Lori?
It's pot!
Pot!
- [Lori] Yes, we know.
- Pot!
What is going on with
this? Are you smoking this?
Look at this. What, what the hell?
What? Look at this!
- [Lori] We know what what it is, Jack!
- [Jeff] All right, what
the hell is going on?
- Um...
Um, some, some criminals.
They, they held us at gunpoint and they,
they tied us up, and-
- Oh, my God.
- And they...
They duct taped us.
- Who?
Where's Jessica? Where,
where, where did she go?
- Where is she? Is she okay?
- Wait, wait a second.
What happened?
- She left with them in the Lexus.
- Was she kidnapped,
or she went with them?
- She was kidnapped?
- No, she went willingly.
- [Jeff] What do you mean, "willingly"?
- She has a thing for one of the guys.
- What does that mean, "a
thing"? What do you mean?
What're you talking about?
- Let them talk!
- Like a hookup.
- A hookup with a criminal?
- What's a "hookup"? What is this?
You mean a, a thing? Like that thing?
I don't wanna know about
this. I'll kill him!
- This is crazy.
I don't understand what's going on.
- This is not, this is not me, Lori.
This is, this is you.
- What're you doing right now?
Are you blaming this on me?
- This is you. You let her be rebellious.
You tell her to try all this
shit. To express her feelings.
- Wait, are you gonna blame
this on me? Are you kidding me?
- Yoga and crystals! Yes!
This is you. This is you!
- No, you're the one who
bought her the the dog.
You got her the Louie
luggage on her half birthday.
- Well, this is you.
You got her all the...
- Yeah, the Jimmy Choos.
The Jimmy Choos, the Cartier watch.
Joe Jonas on her 16th birthday.
- Okay, you know what? This is...
How about a sushi chef? We have to have...
You can't just go to the store.
- Who knows how to make sushi?
Do you know how to make sushi?
I don't know how to make
it without a sushi chef!
- You have to bring a
chef into this house?
- Yeah, a sushi chef!
- You can cook!
You have to do sushi?
- 'Cause I love sushi!
- Oh. (sighs)
- I guess my parents aren't that bad.
- You guys put out a BOLO
and, uh, let's find that car.
Right, guys?
Okay.
- It's that Mullen guy.
That Detective Mullen guy.
Here we come.
Detective, thank you for being here.
- My pleasure.
- Thank you, thank you.
Please have a seat.
This is my wife.
- Hi, I'm Lori Rhodes.
I'm the mother, um, Mr. Mueller's-
- Detective Mullen.
- I'm sorry, it's detective.
- Mullens.
- Oh, Mullens.
- It's Mullen.
- Oh, I got everything wrong.
God, it's so rude.
- No, no, that's fine, ma'am. Let's just-
- Just very nervous.
- Yeah, I-
- Where do we begin?
- I told her a million times.
How many times did I say?
- Okay, so this is the story.
- No pot, no pot, no pot.
- It's doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.
They're on it. They're on it.
We come in, from our vacation.
They say that these, these
criminal sex offenders
break into the house, gag
them, tie them up, you know?
Which some people think, you know,
you know, it's kinky fun, but it's not.
- I'm sorry. Was there a...
Hold on. Was was there
a sexual assault here?
- Yes, there was a sexual
assault. What do you think?
- This is a very serious accu-
- Tied them up!
But we think, you know what we think.
- Hooking up. I'm sorry, you're...
When you say they-
- Animals.
Animals!
Raped 'em.
- And then they partied!
And then took her daughter
and ran off in her Lexus!
- My Lexus.
- No, it's not your Lexus.
- I buy the cars, Lori. I buy the cars.
It's hers, but it's not hers.
- She can't afford it, right now.
I mean, we hope she will,
someday, but he bought it.
- That'll be the day.
- So, they stole her car.
- They go and drive off.
They stole her car, with her in it.
- And then they "hooked up".
- Who? Who hooked up?
- They "hooked up"!
- [Jeff] There was a hookup happening.
- Yeah. They, they-
- Like a thing.
- They had a thing.
- [Jeff] There was a thing.
- Well, when you're on drugs...
When you're on drugs, and
you're wearing a little bikini
and some drug addict, maybe
drug dealers, break into a home
and see this house, you
know, anything can happen!
- And so, again, the drugged-out girls,
are the source of the information?
- Well, don't know what
the truth is, do we now?
We don't even know, when
they are kids on drugs,
what the truth is.
- So, we don't know anything.
- I'm so sorry I'm emotional.
I'm so nervous.
- Please, please.
- She's never like this.
- Can I get you something?
- You've upset her now.
'Cause I don't know what's...
She's never like this.
- These are herbal.
They're not, not drugs.
And they calm me down. They're
from a health food store.
I'm just gonna take one,
'cause it's gonna...
You know, I take it on the
plane 'cause I get so nervous.
- I understand. Okay,
listen, we put a BOLO out.
We're gonna-
- What's a BOLO?
- It's a BOLO.
- It sounds like a tie.
- No, no, it's a "be on the
lookout". It's a, just a police-
- Oh, that makes sense. It's the initials.
- BOLO, BOLO.
- It's an acronym, yeah.
- "Be on the lookout".
- Anyway.
Do you have her license?
- I, I do.
- [Lori] And do you have our cell phones?
You have her cellphone?
- I have both your numbers.
The officers already-
- [Lori] You can do that
thing where you find a friend.
- The, the app?
- I'm so sorry about my state right now.
- Just, okay.
- Yeah, what can we do?
- No, no.
- Can we do anything?
- Please don't.
- Like, I feel so helpless right now!
I feel like there's nothing I
can do I wanna do something!
- Just don't do anything,
please. Just stay here.
- [Jeff] Go, go. Find our daughter!
Find her!
- Please find her.
- We're gonna get her.
- Help us, please. Let's find her.
- It's gonna be fine, I swear.
(Lori sobs)
It's okay.
It's okay.
(birds chirping)
- Mullen.
Hey. If it isn't the great detective.
Let me tell you what's happening.
- Hey, don't start at me today.
- Whoa, I'm just saying
hey. What's going on?
- Need roadblocks and all
the major highways coming in-
- Already in motion.
- How they doing in there?
- Ah, the usual.
Mom's a mess, you know.
- All right. I'll talk to them.
You go find those bad guys.
- On it.
- [Dispatcher] Headquarters,
all units be advised-
- [Charlize] What the
hell are we listening to?
- [Jessica] Shh, that's my
dad's police scanner. Hold on.
- [Dispatcher] Black Lexus from the BOLO
has been spotted near Jefferson Bay.
- What's going on?
- We, we gotta ditch the car.
- Headquarters, this is Detective Mullen.
I'm about a block away, in pursuit.
- [Charlize] Just getting comfy.
- Okay.
- Jess, what're you doing?
- We gotta ditch the car.
- Really?
(siren wails)
- Oh, shit. We gotta go.
(dramatic orchestral music)
Oh, shit!
Go, go, go!
- Hey!
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
Fuck.
- [Gavin] Come on. This way.
- Shit.
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
- Police! Stop!
Come on, man. (pants)
Where'd you go?
Where'd you go?
(Mullen pants)
(Mullen grunts)
(dramatic music continues)
- Oh, hey. Sorry I'm late.
Uh, pickles and cheese on mine, buddy.
- [Homeowner] Hey, get the hell out of...
- Gavin? Gavin, do you read me?
- Yeah.
- Gav, we got a red alert.
- [Gavin] You think?
- Meet at Hollow Creek?
- Copy that.
- See you soon!
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Yes!
(car door slams)
(engine revs)
Damn. This some "Tokyo Drift" shit.
- What the hell do we do now?
(playful orchestral music)
(car door slams)
No.
Jessica.
Jessica.
- Are you getting in or what?
- Get back!
Stop!
Stop!
- Are you getting in or what?
- Hey!
- Oh, shit! Open the door!
- Hey!
- Go!
Go, go, go!
(tires screeching)
(moody electric guitar music)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(tires screeching)
(Charlize gasps)
- Fuck. Geez.
Hey, girl, you trying to kill me?
- Not yet.
(car door slams)
(tires screeching)
(crickets chirping)
(gentle orchestral music)
(car doors click open)
(car door slams)
(car door slams)
(gentle orchestral music continues)
I remember the first time
y'all brought me here.
Summer after I moved here from New York.
Sixth grade.
(both chuckling)
We had our first sleepover here.
Our first kiss.
(warm acoustic guitar music)
- I know I can be a handful, and, um...
And I put you through a lot of bullshit.
And I'm sorry.
- Listen.
You've been sober for five years.
And I couldn't be more proud of you.
- I just want you to
know how much I love you.
(warm music continues)
- I love you, too.
(playful orchestral music)
Is that-
- Bro.
(Charlize laughs)
Do you deliver pizza now?
- [Charlize] Uh, can I
get a slice of pepperoni?
(mellow pop music)
- [Jessica] Here.
- Thanks.
So don't try telling me how true
- That was the summer before it happened.
Things were great.
Wish we could go back, you know?
- Don't we all?
- He would've liked you.
- We'll figure it out.
Together.
- Yeah.
What I say and make me believe
(dark orchestral music)
(crickets chirping)
- Cops are still there, Boss.
Let's just get some sleep.
- We'll wake you in the morning!
(rooster crows)
(Gavin sighs)
(rooster crows)
- Jess?
(rooster crows)
(warm acoustic guitar music)
(rooster crows)
(rooster crows)
God damn rooster.
Jess?
(cutlery rattling)
Hey, you all right?
- Rooster got you, too?
- You can say that again.
(Jessica chuckles)
- Okay, okay.
- Making some eggs?
- Yeah.
Look.
- [Gavin] No, we're not.
- Yeah, I think the rooster was
maybe trying to tell us something.
- I think you're right.
(Gavin grunts)
(Jessica yelps)
(birds chirping)
(gravel crunches under tires)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(truck door clicks open)
- Hey, Boss. Wake up.
(truck doors slamming)
- It's time.
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(gravel crunches under tires)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
- [Associate 1] It's all clear.
- Hey, Boss. Come on.
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
- Jace, honey?
Are you ready?
Jace! Listen, I need you to be ready.
Mommy's running a little bit late.
If you have to take a waffle in the car,
that's totally fine,
Jace?
Seriously, do not make me ask you again!
Jace, come on, honey. We've got to go!
(dramatic orchestral music)
(Jennifer screams)
- Put phone down.
(Jennifer and pants)
Put phone down.
(suspenseful music)
Hey, (speaks foreign
language). You, sit here.
(Jennifer pants)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Jennifer screams)
Ah, you very bad girl.
Very bad girl.
(Terry speaks foreign language)
(Jennifer yelps)
(head thuds)
(ominous music)
(fingers click)
(Terry speaks foreign language)
Combination.
(suspenseful music)
- Please.
- Come on. (clicks fingers)
Combination.
- Please don't kill me.
- I don't kill you.
The worst guy.
He kill you.
(Terry speaks foreign language)
Combination. I not ask you again.
- Uh...
Three.
(suspenseful music continues)
(dial clicking)
(dial clicking)
(dial clicking)
(suspenseful music continues)
- It's empty.
- Please. Please don't.
Please. (sobs)
Please.
I don't have it.
(Terry sighs)
- Hey.
Hey!
You don't say anything
stupid, or I kill them.
(keyboard clacks)
(phone rings)
- Hey, babe.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Babe?
Hello?
- Thomas.
They're in the house! Help!
- Who's there?
Jennifer, who's there?
(Jennifer whimpers)
Whoever you are,
you hurt anyone in my family
and I will fucking kill you!
- Listen, mister.
I am not going to hurt
your wife and your boy,
you do what I say.
(Thomas breathes heavily)
- Anything.
- Mister, I want necklace in
three hour, or I kill them.
(ominous orchestral music)
(Jennifer whimpers)
- Thomas. (pants and whimpers)
- Understood.
(Thomas sighs)
(phone clatters)
(Harris pants)
(phone rings)
(Harris pants and grunts)
- It's Harris.
- Ben, it's me.
It's Thomas. You gotta help me.
They got my wife and kids.
They're gonna kill them.
- What?
- [Thomas] Man, please. You
really gotta help me, man.
- All right, listen up. We
have a hostage situation.
43305 McLean Drive.
I want all units, all
units near the location.
Now, look, it's very
important that we're not seen.
No lights, no radios.
They see cops, they kill hostages.
All right?
Let's go.
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
- We got a hit on one of the
fingerprints at the scene.
Gavin Brooks.
That ring a bell?
- That's the kid from Hollow Creek.
- Oh, boy. The hits keep comin'.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(phone vibrates)
(phone vibrates)
(phone vibrates)
(phone vibrates)
(phone vibrates)
(phone vibrates)
- Hello?
- [Harris] Gavin? This
is Detective Harris.
And I believe you have something
that doesn't belong to you.
- He's bluffing.
- 100% bluffing.
We don't even know if anyone's
actually being held hostage.
- And if we go and it's a trap?
- Yeah. Dude, I agree.
If we go now, we may never
see Izzy again. It's risky.
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(warm orchestral music)
- I've been wanting to give
this to you for some time now.
May 8th.
Grandpa and I were down at the creek and,
well, this, uh, this
sucker was tracking us.
Grandpa had a bite on his line
and went a little bit deeper
into the creek to try to pull it on in.
He stepped right in that croc's trap.
I, I dove in and I took one
last swing and hooked it!
And I pulled it so hard,
pulled his tooth right out of his mouth.
The croc let go of Grandpa and swam away.
Never to be seen again.
I've worn this, every day since.
Made me feel invincible.
(warm music)
Here.
I hope this gives you the
courage to forge your own path.
You're stronger than you think, Gavin.
You're a lot like your grandpa.
(siren wails)
(muffled police radio chatter)
- Ben!
Ben.
I will do anything that you want me to do.
Just, please, get my wife
and kid out of there.
- Just calm down.
- Please, Ben.
- All right gentlemen,
I want a full briefing
on exactly what's going
on with these hostages.
And get me a line on this maniac
who's got 'em. Understood?
- Yes.
- You got it.
- Nobody makes a move,
without my signal. Clear?
- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.
- Let's get to work.
- [Charlize] Okay. I'm
just gonna come in here.
It's on one.
- Easy.
- [Charlize] It doesn't
even look that bad.
It looks-
- Bedside manners.
- Well, stop it. You look fine.
(chuckles) Let me see.
- Hey!
- I'm taking it back.
- Hey, Gavin, stop. You're
not thinking clearly, man.
Trust me.
- I'm thinking clearly for the first time,
since the doctor told me
my little sister's dying.
I was so desperate to save her,
We didn't stop to think about
who else we were hurting.
But I have a chance to make things right.
I need to bring it back.
- Hey, "make things right"?
She can die because of this.
- She can die, anyway, Nicky.
Look, that's the truth.
I believe Detective Harris.
That family needs our help.
I love that girl with
every fiber in my being,
but I don't think I'll be
able to live with myself,
if something happened
to them too, would you?
That's what I thought.
- Hey.
- Okay, well, we can't
let him go alone. Come on.
(phone vibrates)
- [{Thomas] Listen.
I just want you to stay calm,
because you're gonna get what you want.
(sighs) The necklace is on its way.
(suspenseful music)
- Hey, mister. You're running out of time.
(suspenseful music continues)
- It's coming soon.
(Terry groans)
(Terry speaks foreign language)
(muffled police radio chatter)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(gravel crunches under tires)
(suspenseful music continues)
- Stay here. I'll be right back.
- Dude, I'm coming with you.
- Dude.
It's fine.
I gotta us into this mess.
I'll get us out of it.
Stay.
(car door clicks open)
(birds chirping)
(car door slams)
(Jessica sighs)
Hey.
Hey.
- I have the necklace.
- Can't go this way.
- Please, let me in. Please.
- Can't come in here.
- Let me in.
- Let him in. Let him in.
Come here.
Been a long time, kid.
Looks like the years have
been rough for both of us.
Is it in there? The necklace?
- Yeah.
- Let's try and fix it.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Just because they said "no cops",
doesn't mean it has to be you.
- It has to.
- Do not go inside, no matter what.
You make him come out for the trade.
- [Gavin] I'll stall him long enough
for you to get in place.
(car door clicks open)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
- Yo, I'm going out for a smoke.
- [Associate 1] All right.
- Well, lookity, lookity.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(associate 2 groans)
You two behave, now.
Or else.
(knocks on table)
(ominous orchestral music)
(associate 2 sighs)
- Hands up!
Put your hands up!
Put your hands behind your head!
Face away from me! Don't move!
- Shit.
(birds chirping)
(suspenseful music)
- Where is my boys?
(doorbell rings)
(Jessica gasps)
(doorbell rings)
Move.
(Terry speaks foreign language)
(Jessica whimpers)
(suspenseful music continues)
Who is there?
- I have the necklace!
- Hey.
You leave necklace here and go.
- I can't do that!
I give you the necklace,
you give me the hostages.
- No.
- That's the only way this can work!
- You'll come in alone.
(suspenseful music)
(door clicks open)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(car door clicks open)
Put on ground.
Go.
- Run!
(dramatic orchestral music)
(Gavin grunts)
(fist thuds)
(dramatic orchestral music)
- [Mullen] All right, boys, with us!
- [Harris] On my signal.
(fists thudding)
(fighters grunting)
(table smashes)
(Terry groans)
(tense orchestral music)
(gun fires)
(ominous orchestral music)
(gun fires)
(suspenseful music)
(Harris pants)
- I'm here, kid. I'm here.
Help's on the way, all right?
Stay with me.
Let's go, boys!
(tense orchestral music)
You stay with me!
(muffled police radio chatter)
(muffled police radio chatter)
- You're gonna be okay, kid.
- You're a tough one.
(warm orchestral music)
(ramp motor whining)
(warm orchestral music continues)
(engine revs)
(sirens wailing)
(warm orchestral music continues)
(warm orchestral music continues)
- Here you go!
- Oh, thank you.
Ooh!
Fried chicken. My favorite.
- There you go.
- Thank you.
All right.
- How you feeling, kid?
- [Gavin] Could be worse, I guess.
- Well...
That was some great
stuff you did out there.
- Is that what you tell all
the criminals you catch,
before throwing them in the can?
- No.
I tell 'em "good work", not "great".
- Right.
(melancholy orchestral music)
- Look.
The Bennetts are...
They're not gonna press charges.
- What?
- Told 'em about a little
promise I made to, uh,
three kids, about 17 years ago.
I don't know if any of this helps,
but, uh, it's something.
- Did it help you?
- I don't know, yet.
Maybe.
Maybe.
Don't get too comfortable.
You got about 250 hours
of community service.
(Gavin laughs)
And I'll be checking.
- I knew it was coming.
Hey, Detective?
Thanks, man.
- Thank you.
(doorbell rings)
- Thanks for stopping by.
(gentle orchestral music)
- Well, I believe this
belongs in a certain museum.
- [Mullen] That, it does.
- Where's Ben?
- He went to see a special lady.
- Oh.
- Thank you for this.
(footsteps clacking)
- Well, it looks like
I need a new necklace.
(door creaks)
(Thomas chuckles)
(upbeat music)
(group laughing and chattering)
- Nice suit there, Marco.
- Hey, baby! If you got it, you got it.
- [Nick] (chuckles) Yeah.
- Ooh!
(water splashes)
Woo!
- Guys! Guys!
She's coming.
- Guys.
- Keep going.
- Okay.
If I crash into something,
this is your fault.
- Come on.
- If I fall into the
pool, this is your fault.
- You're not gonna fall in the pool.
- [Isabelle] Okay.
- And...
- [Group] Surprise!
- What?
Oh, you guys!
- I love you.
- I love you too, big brother.
Hi!
Come here!
(Isabelle giggles)
If we get together
Get together
- What up, Marco? Goods to see you, man.
- Hey!
- Hey!
- [Gavin] You guys want some produce?
- Something to eat!
- Yeah.
- [Gavin] $30.
- The thing I missed the most
right there is that, boys.
Together as one
We've got each other today,
so hold hands and sing
As we tumble and sway,
together we're stronger
And I know we're okay and
you know we belong here
Get together, get together
Together as one
(warm music continues)
(joint hisses)
- Pot.
(friends giggling)
(Lori sighs)
(warm music)
(warm music continues)
- In a shocking turn of events,
the Deli Purple Sapphire
necklace that was stolen from this museum
over 20 years ago has
been safely returned.
But a final thought.
Is the necklace truly cursed?
(upbeat music)
Thought I could get through
this, but I was sure mistaken
You never listen and you
dominate the conversation
When I try to talk,
you always shut me down
You left me broken, feeling hopeless
Falling on the ground
Now I'm shouting my way up
I'm on top, don't stop
Won't drop, gotta hear me say it
I'm on top, don't stop
Won't drop, no
No
But then I got away where
you can't smother me
And now I'm hanging with
my brothers in recovery
Yeah, they showed up for
me, got so much love for me
In summary, we're gonna
live it up in luxury
Now I'm shouting my way up
I'm on top, don't stop
Won't drop, gotta hear me say it
I'm on top, don't stop
Won't drop, no
I'm on top, don't stop
Won't drop, gotta hear me say it
I'm on top, don't stop
Won't drop, no
You never showed up for the date
I waited till 20 to eight
Turns out you weren't even awake
You'd say that I'm fake,
but you were a flake, what
I should've known what to expect
You thought I was
bossy, demanding respect
You said I was clean,
you just wanna connect
I guess your ego was hard to detect
Here's what I wanted to say
But you wouldn't gimme the space
So sit there and say why
don't you piss off, bitch
Go take your bullshit
and jump in the lake
I'm on top, don't stop
Won't drop, gotta hear me say it
I'm on top, don't stop
Won't drop, no
I'm on top, don't stop
Won't drop, gotta hear me say it
I'm on top, don't stop
Won't drop, no
I'm on top
I'm on, I'm on top
No
Don't stop, won't go
No
No
(wine bottle pops)
(gentle music)
(wine trickling)
(wine glasses clinking)
(waves crashing)
(waves crashing)
(peaceful music)
(peaceful music continues)
(gentle piano music)
(gentle piano music continues)
(birds chirping)
(birds chirping)
(gentle music continues)
(distant chatter)
- [Terry] Where is it?
The necklace. Tell me.
Where is it?
Huh?
- [Bodgdan] Please, Ruslan.
We don't want any problems, okay?
- [Terry] You tell me where it is.
- Okay, okay, okay.
(suspenseful music)
- Where?
- It is missing.
- What do I tell Vladimir?
Huh? What the fuck I tell Vladimir?
My own men, they have robbed me?
- It's not what you think, Ruslan, okay?
- I know you are robing me.
- No.
- I don't know.
I don't know.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(gun fires)
(Isabelle screams)
(body thumps)
(Isabelle screams)
- Run! Go!
(suspenseful music)
Please. No, please.
We're just fishing. We didn't...
We didn't, we didn't see anything.
Please, man, these are my
kids. They're my kids, man.
Gavin, run!
(dramatic orchestral music)
(fist thuds)
(fists thudding)
(fighters grunting)
(Bill groans)
(fist thuds)
(Bill groans)
(foot thuds)
(Bill groans)
(gun fires)
- Dad!
(Bill coughs and splutters)
(dark orchestral music)
(gun fires)
- Cursed necklace.
(dark orchestral music)
(siren blares)
(hard rock music)
(hard rock music continues)
(knocks on door)
(Nick trumpeting)
(alarm clock clatters)
- Hey.
First day on the job. Wish me luck.
- [Gavin] Good luck.
- Is that all you got?
- Good luck!
- Yeah. (chuckles)
That's more like it.
Hey. Don't you have your
interview with Homeboy Fitness?
Up and at 'em, man.
- How can I forget?
You set my alarm.
- [Nick] And good luck to you, baby bro.
- That smells like...
Is that Mrs. Fields? That's Mrs. Fields.
- Yeah, something like that.
(Gavin chuckles)
- "Good luck with your rim job"?
- "Rim job"? It's supposed to be "Gym".
Oh well.
Ah!
Not until you put some clothes on, man.
- Fucking asshole.
- [Nick] Come on, dude. We need the money.
- Just what I wanna be doing.
Wiping up people's sweat.
So much for my Stanford education.
- Dude, it's just for a
little while, all right?
Till we pay off the medical bills.
I'm pretty sure Cole &
Levington will take you back.
- Dude, I punched the judge.
- But it's not over yet.
- I'm disbarred.
It's been three months since
I cleaned out my office.
This is real.
- Look, man.
I know it's not easy
going from being a lawyer
to running a front desk at a gym,
but do it for your little sister.
Okay?
Here.
- Jesus Christ.
(gentle orchestral music)
- Have a good one.
(Gavin sighs)
(gentle orchestral music continues)
- Ah. Good thing the
department pays our gas.
- Ah, Sharon on the phone. Sorry.
- That bad, huh?
- [Dispatcher] Headquarters to 475.
- Go ahead. 475.
- [Dispatcher] We've
got suspicious activity
at William and Jefferson,
possible drug deal.
- Ten four. We're on our way.
(suspenseful music)
(car doors slamming)
(siren wails)
(hurried footsteps clacking)
(tense orchestral music)
(sirens wailing)
(car doors slamming)
Don't move!
(Ivan groans)
(handcuffs clicking)
Well, that's a nice way to start the day.
- Easy enough. Yeah.
(Ivan sighs)
(Ivan grunts)
(gentle music)
- There's my favorite sis.
- I'm your only sister.
- Hey.
Yeah, well, if I had a bunch of sisters,
you'd definitely be my favorite sister.
- What's up, dudes?
- Can't wait to bring you home.
- Thank the Lord.
These surgeries are really
starting to get to me.
- Well, it's over. Now we start
the healing process, right?
- [Nick] What's going on
here? Is that a goatee coming?
- [Gavin] Oh, yeah! That is a goatee.
- (chuckles) I, I guess
that's a side effect.
- I love you.
- I love you.
- Hey, Doc. Sister's looking great.
She's coming home.
Growing a goatee. What do you think?
(Walker laughs)
She's awesome.
- You like the goatee, Doc?
- I love it.
It's real, it's real nice.
Hey, guys, do you mind if we talk
in the hallway for a minute?
- [Gavin] Yeah.
- Sure.
- Be right back, Izzy.
- Doing okay?
- I could run a marathon.
(Walker chuckles)
- Be right back, okay?
- Okay.
(gentle music continues)
- So, it appears the cancer
has spread from the thyroid.
- I don't understand.
- But you said it didn't spread this time.
- Yeah.
- Apparently, I was wrong.
- You were wrong?
- Yeah. Guys, we'd like to get
started on this right away.
But I'm afraid this new treatment
is not covered by your insurance.
Unfortunately, it looks like
this is the only other option,
at this time.
- How much is it?
- It's gonna be roughly 100,000.
- What?
- What? A hundred grand?
- Yep.
I'm very sorry, guys. We
gotta get moving on this.
- How are we gonna get moving on this?
You have a hundred thousand dollars?
- You expect us to, like, Venmo you?
- Yeah.
- Like, what the fuck?
- I wish there was another option.
Look, we've got to get
moving on this right away.
Again, take some time, if you need it.
But please, we've gotta
jump on this fast, okay?
(upbeat hip-hop music)
Take a whiff, take a puff and chill
Inhale now tell me how you feel
Is it inviting, is it exciting
Spread the aroma, light it up
One for the rhythm,
two, three to the four
I got two blunts in a row, three mo'
I need to find some leaf
from the liquor sto'
For the I to the N to the D to the O
I'm outta my mind, I'm outta my mind
Big bong hits happen every time
Ride in my Benzo, smoking up my indo
Ride in my Benzo, smoking up my indo
I'm outta my mind, I'm outta my mind
Big bong hits happen every time
- That's the good stuff.
- Yeah.
- So, what happens now?
- More surgeries.
- [Nick] More money.
- [Gavin] Which we don't have.
- Okay. Well, how much is it?
- 100K.
- What?
What are we gonna do?
- Know any rich people
who can lend us 100K?
- (scoffs) The only rich people
I know wouldn't give a shit.
We'd have to steal it from them.
(lighter flicks)
- Well, maybe that's what we do, then.
- Is that weed or crack you're smoking?
- I'm not talking about the stupid shit
we used to do as kids, Nick.
I'm talking about a
real fuckin' bulletproof
thought out plan.
- No such thing, brother.
- Wait. Just wait a second, all right?
- [Nick] Yeah.
- This is actually his
first time hitting the bong.
- Think it might be.
Because, uh, the smart kid
that used to be my brother
knows that stealing
doesn't go over very well.
Especially for guys like us
who never got away with shit like that.
- Char, you, you work for a business
that gives you VIP access to rich people-
- Dude, don't go bringing her into shit.
What are you, crazy?
- To rich people's homes!
She's got access to rich people's homes!
Maybe we figure out a
way where Nicky and I
can get into one of these houses.
We're not just gonna
roll up to a big house
like the average crook like we used to do,
and hope they got something worthwhile.
We're gonna fuckin' know
exactly what we're taking.
- How?
- Yeah. How?
- I don't know. I...
(chuckles) I haven't thought that far yet.
But I'll get there.
- There is one thing.
One of the perks of working
for a badass company
is you always get invited
to the badass parties.
- [Doorman] Right this way, ma'am.
- [Charlize] I get paid shit.
But if you're working
for the cable company,
you know there's money somewhere.
You just gotta sniff it out.
Damn, bro! Did you leave
any cologne in the bottle?
- Mm.
- Dad, come on.
- Charlize!
- This (mumbles) is so good!
(friend mumbles)
And it was like a hotdog
situation, like inside the little-
- [Charlize] The eenie
meenie, teeny weenie
little cocktail weenies!
That's what I'm talkin' about, girl!
- I'm gonna cut that. (giggles)
This is so good.
- [Charlize] Girl, they're so good,
they transport me to another dimension.
- She is stunning.
Hashtag baller necklace.
(phone camera clicks)
- Excuse me, Miss. Can I have you not-
- Excuse me, ma'am. There's
no photographs here, okay?
Can you put that away, please?
- So sorry.
- It's okay.
- I'm so sorry.
- All right.
- [Charlize] But we all
got one thing in common.
Every single one of us
uses the same cable provider.
- You see that outfit?
- What about that necklace?
- My husband's a jeweler.
He says it's at least a mil.
- Whoa.
- Yeah.
(footsteps clacking)
- Huh!
Damn.
- What you thinking, baby bro?
- I'm thinking we're gonna steal it.
(lively music)
- Maid leaves at 2:00 PM
- And the kid gets home at 4:00 PM, so-
- That gives us a two-hour window.
- So, I did some digging
and I found out that
Jennifer ain't going to work
on her anniversary,
'cause she got a big fancy
dinner with her husband.
Oh. One more thing.
You gonna need to get
her to open the safe.
(brakes squeal)
(van door slams)
(dog barks)
(doorbell rings)
- It's gonna be so much fun.
I can't wait to see you too.
Listen, I'm sorry, honey.
Yeah, that's right. I just buzzed them in.
I have to let 'em in.
(lawnmower buzzing)
- The fuckin' gardener's here?
- Shit.
- Here she comes.
(footsteps clacking)
- Hello.
- Hi.
- Hey.
- Come on in.
- Sure.
- So, they were just putting
in the new system last week,
and then the power went off
this morning and the wifi's out.
- Yeah, we're sorry for the
inconvenience, Mrs. Bennett.
You mind showing us where the modem is?
- Oh! Uh, yeah, sure.
It's right through here.
So, it's right in this corner.
- Okay.
- And...
And, uh, please fix it quickly.
I've got something to do.
- Excellent. No problem, Mrs. Bennett.
- Thank you.
(suspenseful music)
- Dude. How'd we miss this?
- [Nick] No idea.
(blender whirs and buzzes)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
- Dude. Seriously.
I can't believe we didn't
realize this fucking guy's here.
(suspenseful music continues)
(Jennifer sighs)
- [Jennifer] Guys?
Hey, guys?
- Oh, fuck.
(bag unzips)
- Hey, Mrs. Bennett.
We're good.
- Oh, great!
- Yeah.
- So, is my phone on?
(suspenseful music continues)
- [Gavin] Um...
Yeah, it should be.
- [Jennifer] I'm...
I'm not getting a signal. What-
- You're not getting a signal?
- No.
- Don't move. Hand me the phone.
- [Nick] Hand me the, hand me the phone.
- Give him the phone.
(Jennifer gasps)
- Take us to the safe.
- Okay.
- Take us to the fucking safe!
- Okay, okay, okay!
- Go!
(Jennifer gasps)
Move.
- Let's go, buddy.
(Jennifer moans)
- [Gavin] Don't try anything.
- Okay.
(Jennifer whimpers)
- There you go.
- [Jennifer] My husband's
gonna be here any minute.
- Okay.
- Open it!
Open the fuckin' safe.
- I, I, I...
Shit. I, I, I can't.
I can't with a gun on me!
- Okay. Lower the...
(Jennifer yelps)
- Now, open it. Open it.
(Jennifer screams)
- Hey!
Hey! Hey!
Don't fuckin' run. Don't
ever do that again.
- Okay, okay!
- Okay?
- Okay.
- Hey, I got this.
Get the bag.
Get the fuckin' bag.
(playful orchestral music)
(playful orchestral music continues)
(door creaks)
(mother sighs)
(door slams)
(mother sighs)
(drawer slams)
(mother sighs)
- Boy, do you come in handy
when I have to watch the grandkids.
Yeah.
(mother sighs)
(mother grunts)
Ah!
(mother sighs)
One for good luck.
(mother sighs)
- [Nick] It's three numbers. It's easy.
Open it.
(suspenseful music)
(dial clicking)
Go.
- 43.
Okay.
(playful orchestral music)
- Whoa! (chuckles)
Can't hold the liquor like I used to.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Don't move.
- Okay.
- Jesus fucking Christ.
- Let's go, dude.
Put it in the bag.
- Wait, wait, wait.
Cover it.
- Right, give it to me.
Let's go.
- Happy anniversary!
(Jennifer whimpers)
- Shh, shh, shh, shh.
What do we do now?
- [Gavin] I'm gonna go check it out.
- Hey. Move over here.
Don't fuckin' move.
- Jen!
Hello?
I guess I've got the
whole house to myself.
Party time!
(mother chuckles)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Tie her up.
- Oh!
(playful music)
First, ice cream, here I come.
(mother giggles)
(mother hums cheerfully)
Whoa! (laughs)
(mother chuckles)
Ah!
Ah.
Yeah, baby.
Get a spoon.
(playful music continues)
- Fuck! Shit.
(brooding orchestral music)
Okay.
The gardener. Now this.
How the fuck did we miss this shit?
(tape tears)
(mother laughs)
- They don't...
They don't make funny
shit like this anymore!
(mother laughs)
(suspenseful music)
(Jennifer sighs)
- [Nick] Let's go.
(door creaks)
(door slams)
(suspenseful music continues)
- Jen?
Jen?
(engine revs)
Hey!
- Get in, get in!
- Go, go, go!
- Hey!
(tires screeching)
Where you going?
Hey!
- [Gavin] Crazy lady.
- Hey!
- Look out!
(tires screeching)
Shit! Look out!
(van clunks)
(horn honks)
Nick?
Nick, you good?
(Nick groans)
Start the car!
(engine struggling)
Fuck me.
Stupid fucking car.
Fuck!
(tense orchestral music)
Fuck.
Stupid fucking car.
Come on!
- Hey!
- Come on!
- Hey! Get back here!
Shit. I'm gonna-
- Come on!
- I'm gonna get you!
- [Gavin] Yeah. Yeah, come on.
- [Nick] Fucking head hurts.
- [Gavin] Come on, this way.
(mother groans)
(mother groans)
Come on, Nicky! Go!
- [Nick] (groans) Wait!
(Nick groans)
- Hurry!
(Nick groans)
Nick!
- Those fucking cable guys.
(mother sighs)
I'm switching to satellite.
- [Nick] Where are we going?
(Nick groans)
- All right, guys. Pizza's on the way.
(Sarah giggles)
- Hi.
(boyfriend sighs)
Here you go, babe.
- Oh, thank you, baby.
Oh, you're an angel.
Please me, tease me
(Sarah giggles)
Feel me, touch me
- So...
Really it, huh, guys?
Our last summer before
the real world starts.
- Wish college would last forever.
- I can't wait to have my own
place and have a real job.
- Oh.
I thought you liked working
with me at Bubba Gump.
- Yeah, if I wanna marry you,
and live in a four-by-four shack.
(friends chuckling)
No offense.
- Nah, it's fine.
- [Friend] So, I thought
you were gonna go work
for your daddy this summer.
- Um, no. (chuckles)
- Why? I thought you
wanted a summer in Capris?
- Sounds pretty good to me.
- I wanna work full-time at the hospital.
- Working with psychos
for the rest of your life?
- They're not psychos, Lil.
Besides, I want to do
something with my life.
And help people.
I'll let Dad drill the oil.
- Speaking of drilling.
- Don't you dare!
- Oh, come on!
- No, absolutely not.
No.
(boyfriend chuckles)
No.
- Oh, my God.
(phone rings)
Fine.
(friends giggling)
(phone rings)
- Oh, that's my parents
calling to check in, you guys.
I'll be right back.
- [Friend] Damn. I was
hoping that was the pizza.
No pizza for you, Miss
"I'm on a no carb diet".
(boyfriend whistling)
(door creaks)
(door thuds)
- Hi, sweetie.
- Hi, Mom.
Hi, Dad.
- What's going on?
- Yeah, it's good.
I have the girls here.
- Are you having fun?
- Yeah. (chuckles)
We're just gonna lay
low, watch some movies.
- No boys!
- I know, Dad.
- Don't do any pot.
- All right, sweetie.
Yeah, she knows.
All right, sweetie, we're going on a boat,
like a canoe thing with the Lipschitzes.
- Okay.
(Jeff and Lori chuckling)
- [Jeff] The Lipschitzes.
I come all the way the
hell out here to escape
the Lipschitzes and somehow,
they happen to show up!
- All right, I'm sorry!
All right, well, I love Debbie.
She's a hoot. She's so much fun.
Okay, well, it doesn't
matter. Anyway, anyway!
Doesn't matter.
We are going to be
leaving our phones behind.
- No phones.
- Yeah.
- So, if anything happens, call-
- For a few hours!
- 911.
- [Lori] Okay, so, we
won't have our phones.
- Okay? 911.
- Okay?
- Mm-hm. Okay.
- All right?
Okay!
- Is there any boys there?
- No.
- Are there boys?
- We love you.
- No boys, Dad.
- Love you.
- I love you.
No boys, no pot. Got it.
- Bye! We'll call you later, though!
- Okay.
(doorbell rings)
Okay, okay. Love you guys! (chuckles)
- We love you more!
(doorbell rings)
(doorbell rings)
- I'm coming. (sighs)
I'm coming!
(suspenseful music)
- Don't move.
Well, you have to move a
little, so we can get inside.
(distant siren wails)
(suspenseful music continues)
- [Nick] Oh, damn.
- Don't fuckin' try anything.
(Nick groans)
Don't fuckin' try anything.
- [Jessica] I know. I know.
- Don't fucking move.
Don't move.
- Okay, okay.
(Nick pants)
(door creaks)
- Hey!
Hey!
Shut the door!
Close the door!
(door thuds)
Get over there. Get on the couch!
Put the phone on the fucking table.
Go!
Put the fucking phone
down. Put the phone down!
You have a first aid kit?
- I'm not the injury-prone
type, so I wouldn't know.
Plus, it's like totally no-
- Shut up, Lily.
- I have one.
- Get it.
Let's go.
Hey! I'll fucking shoot you.
(suspenseful music continues)
- What the fuck?
- All right, baby. I'll
be back tomorrow night.
I gotta head over to Donnie's, okay?
- What?
No.
- I'll be back tomorrow night.
- Are you, are you sure that you wanna go?
- (sighs) Come on.
Baby, I just... (chuckles)
Didn't you?
All right, well,
tomorrow, I got you, okay?
They're gonna need to
power wash these walls,
when I'm done with you.
- Are you serious?
- Stay hydrated!
Okay?
- You are such an asshole!
Fuck.
- Nicky.
Nicky.
(Nick grunts)
(sighs) Come on, bro.
You okay?
- God damn.
- It's okay.
Nicky, wake up.
There he is.
You good?
- Jesus Christ.
What the fuck, dude?
(door clicks open)
(Sarah sighs)
- I'm in the mood to blackout-
- What the fuck?
- Oh, my God!
- Sit the fuck down!
No one else here, huh?
Fuck.
(door thuds)
Watch her.
(muffled sirens wailing)
(helicopter blades whirring)
Fuck. Cops everywhere.
Fuck!
Look.
We don't wanna hurt anyone. Okay?
Just do what I say.
Everything's gonna be okay.
I'm sorry.
(hard rock music)
(siren wails)
A little love and affection
Give it a taste
Just a little bite
Give it a taste
(pizza delivery girl moans)
- They're definitely
gonna fire me this time.
(pizza delivery girl moans)
(crickets chirping)
- [Mullen] All right, good to
see you, Mr. and Mrs. Bennett.
Sorry it's under these circumstances.
- Yeah.
- So, uh...
Okay, let's start at the top, shall we?
So, you were home alone
at the time of entry?
- I was home alone and then my
mother came, a little later.
- Right.
And what did they take, exactly?
- Well, they took-
- Nothing.
(ominous orchestral music)
- They...
They didn't steal anything?
- Um...
- No. They didn't take anything.
- Not that, that I'm aware of.
- I don't understand. Did...
Did they touch you inappropriately?
- Oh, no. No, nothing like that.
- Excuse me, Officer.
- No. No, nothing like that.
- I'm gonna tell you something.
You better find whoever
did this before I do,
because I'm going to fucking kill them.
Do you understand me?
- Okay. Let's take a breath, shall we?
We're gonna check on
this van after we tow it.
We'll let you know if we have
any leads after that, okay?
- Yeah.
- Thank you.
- All right.
Let's not do anything crazy.
Okay. Okay.
- Why?
- [Thomas] Wanna talk
to you about that later.
(muffled police radio chatter)
- Whoa! Look who decided to show up.
- Miss me?
- So much.
- What've we got?
- Couple of dudes dressed
as cable guys break in.
They tie up mom, they scare
grandma half to death.
And here's the kicker.
They don't steal anything.
- Nothing? They take nothing?
- [Mullen] Nothing.
- Assault?
Touch the women?
- [Mullen] No.
- Where's Thomas?
- He's in the kitchen with Mrs. Bennett.
They're all right. A little shook up.
Oh, we ran the plates on the van outside.
Get this. They're registered
to a Mark Antonio Ramos.
If you can believe that name.
- All right.
Well, with nothing here,
I say we go pay Mr. Ramos a little visit.
- Let's do that.
(ominous orchestral music)
(door thuds)
(siren wails)
(car doors click open)
(car doors slamming)
So, 10 to 1 says the cable
guy's wife put him up to it.
Then he chickened out.
- Why do you always think it's the wife?
- The shoe fits.
Oh.
Door's open.
You see something?
(glass shatters)
- It's a dog.
(door creaks)
(suspenseful music)
Police.
- Hello?
- Hello. Police.
(suspenseful music continues)
(floorboards creaking)
- Don't move!
Huh.
Didn't see that coming.
- Untie him.
So, why don't you just
tell us what happened?
- Some motherfuckers stole my truck,
and tied my ass up in the bathtub.
That's what happened.
- You got a wife?
- Do I got a wife?
- Did they hurt you in any way?
- Physically? No.
But emotionally? I'm
all kinds of fucked up.
- So, no wife?
- What is it with this guy and my wife?
Yeah.
I got a wife.
She left me six months ago,
when she found me with a friend.
- Was that a special lady friend?
- No.
A special guy friend.
Jorge.
- Hm.
It's probably with a J.
- Yeah.
Jorge.
(pen scribbles)
Got it.
- Um, you have no idea
who these guys were?
You never saw them at work,
or anything like that?
- Never in my life.
(dog whines and pants)
Yeah.
- Okay. I'll tell you what.
Anything comes up, you have
any ideas, remember anything,
you give us a call, all right?
- Wait. You're leaving?
- He's very observant.
- You're gonna have a squad
car up front or nothing?
- We'll be in touch.
- What if they come back?
- [Mullen] Call 911!
(door thuds)
- I guess it's just you and me, Chachi.
(dog whines)
(birds chirping)
(coffee trickles)
(coffee trickles)
(Jessica coughing)
- You okay?
(Jessica coughing)
Hang on.
(Jessica coughing)
It's okay.
Here.
(Jessica coughs)
You okay?
- Thanks.
- I'm sorry.
We never meant for anyone to get hurt.
- What'd you do?
- My sister...
She has cancer and...
I got laid off.
Couldn't pay for the surgeries.
We came up with this stupid plan. It's...
(Nick groans)
Hey, bro.
- [Nick] Hm?
- [Gavin] Made you some coffee.
- Wow.
I get this service?
- It's cold.
- Yeah.
Well, it's the thought that counts.
- Yeah.
(Nick sighs)
How you feeling?
Like Brock Lesnar brain-fucked me.
(Gavin chuckles)
You?
- Same. (chuckles)
- Where you going?
- It's just time to give
them their house back.
- You're leaving?
- Dude. What the fuck?
- We don't wanna bother you
any more than we already have.
- But aren't...
Aren't they searching everywhere?
If you leave, they'll find you.
(birds chirping)
We, we could help you figure this out.
I'm outta my mind, I'm outta my mind
Big bong hits happen every time
Ride in my Benzo, smoking up my indo
Ride in my Benzo, smoking up my indo
- Whenever I try to figure shit out,
I always start with the bong rip.
Ride in my Benzo, smoking up my indo
Ride in my Benzo, smoking up my indo
Round two, it's about to go down
Take a dab and let's do another round
Hop in the car and let
me turn up the sound
(distant phone rings)
(distant phone rings)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(phone keypad clicking)
- Do you know how many
times I've tried calling?
Where are...
(fire crackling)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps clacking)
(door creaks)
(door slams)
(computer chimes)
- [Phone] Your search has
retrieved one new result.
(computer chimes)
Your search has retrieved one new result.
- Oh, I knew I'd find you.
Oh.
Such a long time.
Such a long time.
Oh. (chuckles)
Beautiful. So beautiful.
(gentle acoustic guitar music)
- Here we go.
- Ah. Thank you, sir.
- Yeah, what can I say? I'm a big spender.
(paper rustling)
(gentle acoustic guitar music continues)
- Something doesn't smell right.
- Smells like a cheeseburger to me.
- Think about this.
You got a rich lady and her mother.
They get jumped by a couple guys
dressed like the cable company.
They don't steal anything.
They don't touch them.
And then we find the real cable guy,
tied up in the bathroom in his skivvies.
- And the wife just left
him, six months ago.
I'm telling you, she's involved.
- (chuckles) Wives leave.
Wives leave.
Nobody's fault.
- Pretty sure it's Jorge's fault.
(Mullen chuckles)
Oh, where'd you go?
- I ever tell you about
that case in Hollow Creek?
Dad takes the kids fishing. The creek.
Dad ends up dead,
along with some random Serbian.
Unidentified.
It's brutal.
Kids survived and
witnessed the whole thing.
- Jesus.
- So, I was pretty obsessed
with it for a couple years.
Late nights.
Tip after tip, dead end. The whole thing.
Pretty strung out.
Anyway, I come home one night.
Sharon's got dinner on the table.
She looks at me and says, uh, "I'm done.
I can no longer compete with your job."
She said, "Go marry her."
- I'm sorry, man.
- I just could never get those
kids' faces out of my mind.
Their
eyes.
Just dead.
And I promised them that I
would find the guy who did this.
Which I failed at.
I don't know what I was
supposed to do. You tell me.
This is who we are.
This is what we do.
- This is what we do.
(lighter flicks)
(mellow reggae music)
- [Friend] So, the old
lady had a heart attack?
- [Lily] Is she, like, dead?
- [Nick] Sure hope not.
(Gavin coughs)
We're supposed to be on
some yacht right now,
counting dollar dollar bills.
Instead, we crashed the freaking truck.
- So, uh, what'd you guys steal?
- Yeah. What'd you take?
Is it here?
- [Nick] Hey. Come on.
- [Friend] Jesus.
All right, bro. I was just curious.
You want?
- No, I'm fine. Thank you.
(Nick sighs)
(phone rings)
- Hey! Hi, I tried calling you.
Yeah. Oh, yeah, I heard.
- What're you doin'? You
don't know what's going on?
We're two seconds from the
house. You have to break down?
- [Mickey] I got it. The loose wire.
- How many times have you told me that?
It's the second time.
I've asked you how many times.
I've asked you twice already.
- No, uh, Jennifer was
in my canasta group.
Yeah, I know. It's terrible.
- Debbie Lipschitz?
That's Debbie? Can't escape these people.
I need a vacation from a
vacation. Mickey, what's going on?
- Oh, I know. Yeah.
I'm so sorry we had to cut the trip short.
Yeah, but we had a great
time seeing you guys.
It was really fun.
- Right.
- Um...
- Yeah.
Well, we'll, you know, we'll
see you guys again soon.
We always do. (giggles)
We always run into you.
Yeah. Are we ready?
- Yes, yes, yes, yes.
- Okay, well, we gotta go.
But, we'll, I'll call you.
Yeah, I'll call you soon.
- Bye-bye!
- Okay, bye-bye!
Bye-Bye, okay.
- Say hello to Richard!
Okay. All right. (laughs)
Okay, we'll talk-
- Asshole.
- [Lori] Hey! All right,
we'll talk to you soon.
Okay.
- Self-centered prick.
- She can hear you!
Okay. (chuckles)
Let's go.
(car door slams)
(engine revs)
(tense orchestral music)
(tense orchestral music continues)
(truck door slams)
(truck door slams)
- Nice fire.
Yeah.
So, what's next, Boss?
- Now we get the necklace.
(ominous orchestral music)
(ominous orchestral music continues)
(ominous orchestral music continues)
(truck door slams)
- Maybe you could spot something
I missed all these years.
- Well, let's do this
by the numbers, right?
All right, so, what do we got?
We got a, a dead Serbian mobster.
We got a dead dad and a kid
who swears he heard something
about a cursed necklace, all right?
So, let's look that up.
- Yeah, I thought the kid was
just chasing some ghost story.
And the best bet, Dad got
messed up in something
and, uh, put a hit on him.
- Boom, baby.
Ask for a cursed necklace
and you shall receive
a cursed purple sapphire.
Wait a sec.
Why does that look familiar to me?
- All right, thank you.
- Nice to see you.
Nice to see you.
- Thank you.
- Mr. Mayor, goodnight.
- Thank you.
- Be safe.
- Well, that's the last of 'em.
There you go, Detective.
Great job tonight.
- Thank you very much, sir.
Holy shit.
That's the same gem I saw
in the necklace Mrs. Bennett was wearing
at the corporate party that
I was doing security in.
Now all I gotta figure out
is what does a dead Serbian mobster
have to do with all this?
- Well, we gotta see a guy about a guy.
(Ivan growls)
Hi, Ivan.
Nice to see you.
(Ivan growls)
- I think that means
"Nice to see you, too."
- Take a look at this.
(Ivan growls)
17 years ago.
Hollow Creek.
Two dead. One of your
countrymen, a Serbian.
(Ivan chuckles)
The other was a local father.
There were three kids, they survive.
And one of 'em swears
that he heard something
about a cursed necklace.
You know anything about that?
- Oh. I think you hit a nerve.
- You have a loud bark
for a small dog. (barks)
- Oh.
- You help us out,
we'll see what we can do
about your time in here.
- How many years?
- Doesn't work like that.
You give us something,
we give you something.
(Ivan laughs)
- That's some kind of joke? Are you funny?
- Oh, I made a, I made a joke?
- Yeah, you're funny.
- Oh, you like funny?
- Yeah, I like funny.
- You know what's funny?
The northeast quadrant of this prison,
they actually refer to it as a C Block.
Do you know why?
That's where they keep
the Croatian gangsters,
before we extradite them.
(chuckles) And you know
what would be a funny joke?
I get you transferred there, tonight.
And you know the real punchline?
What you look like tomorrow
is a Serbian in that bunk.
Hah-hah.
- You have a cigarette?
- All right, let's cut
the fucking bullshit.
Who killed these people, and why?
- Ah, fuck it. He was
trying to kill me, anyway.
The man you are looking for
is the brother of Vladimir Petrovic.
- And?
- In Serbia, he's more famous
than your Janine Beaver.
- It's Justin Bieber, you genius.
- Explain.
- You ever hear the story
about the Deli Purple Sapphire?
(ominous music)
- No.
- Well, the story goes,
an English soldier stole it
from the temple of India,
the Hindu God of war and weather,
during the mutiny of 1857 in Kanta, India.
As the gem got passed
down, so did the bad luck.
In order to uncurse the velvet stone,
the last person that handled it
put good luck symbols around
it and made it into a necklace.
- What are you, a fuckin' history major?
- It ended up in a British museum,
only to be stolen by...
- Any day now.
- Vladimir Petrovic.
(ominous music continues)
- So, what does Petrovich
have to do with the murders?
Or the Sapphire?
- I didn't want the bad luck
around us, so I sold it.
- To Thomas Bennett?
- Yes.
And Ruslan did not like it one bit.
- Who the fuck is Ruslan?
- The brother of Vladimir Petrovic.
(ominous music continues)
The man who killed those people.
(gentle acoustic guitar music)
- [Jessica] So, you got laid off?
What line of work?
- [Gavin] Law.
- (chuckles) Wait. For real?
You were a lawyer?
- [Gavin] Yeah.
- [Jessica] What happened?
- [Gavin] It's a long story.
- Well, I don't think we're
going anywhere anytime soon.
So... (chuckles)
- I was defending this
woman who had claimed
she had been sexually abused by her boss.
We had text messages, emails.
It was an easy one, I thought.
Turns out, the judge was a real prick.
When he let her walk, I...
I told him he was a disgrace.
- They fired you for that?
- Yeah, no.
He held me in contempt for that.
A week later, I went for
drinks at the local bar.
He shows up, says how pathetic I am.
So, I punched him.
(Jessica chuckles)
- Okay. Yeah, that'll do it.
- Yeah.
(both chuckling)
That'll do it. Yeah.
- Disbarred?
- Mm-hm.
- Yeah.
- I guess I'm a real disappointment.
- To whom?
I'm sure your parents are really proud.
- My mom died of cancer when I was little.
My dad was killed, not long after that.
I just couldn't bear the thought
of losing my little sister, too.
It's time to go
- Damn. This is one comfy-ass chair.
(Jessica and Gavin chuckling)
(doorbell rings)
(footsteps clacking)
- Hey, Ben.
- Thomas.
- Come in.
(door thuds)
- Thank you for having us
over on such short notice.
- Oh, come on, Ben. Always
have time for an old friend.
- Well, maybe you can
help me a little bit.
What can you tell me about this?
(suspenseful music)
(Thomas sighs)
- I used to have this, uh, driver.
His name was Bodgdan.
He'd always talk about this gem.
How it was the most
beautiful piece of jewelry
he had ever seen.
A friend of his owned it
and wanted to sell it.
I asked him to show it to me.
He was right. It's beautiful.
So, uh...
I bought it for my wife.
I had no idea that it was
stolen from the museum.
- Where is it now?
(Thomas sighs)
- That's what was taken,
the night of the break in.
(suspenseful music continues)
- Why didn't you report it?
- Come on, Ben.
A couple of Serbians sell
you a fine piece of jewelry,
it's not like I was
exactly asking questions.
I didn't want to know.
- All right.
Think we have a report to file.
We'll be in touch.
- I was just trying to protect my family.
- [Mullen] Sure.
(door creaks)
(door slams)
- So, where would that dispatch come from?
- Well, it could've come
from any of these cubicles.
Why don't you start in the back?
Let me know if you need anything else.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
- Hey!
(tense orchestral music)
- [Charlize] I tried calling you 65 times.
Where the fuck you been?
- We crashed the truck. Lost my phone.
- You did what?
Did you get it, at least?
- No. I told you, I lost it.
- I mean the necklace!
- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah. I got the necklace.
- Boom shacka lacka!
Mama been sexy. Boom shacka lacka!
- Hey, Charlize. Charlize, where are you?
Where are you?
- Yes, um, look to your right.
Your other right.
(Charlize squeals)
(Charlize giggles)
- Hey.
Oh, God damn! My leg, babe!
My head.
- Ooh, sorry, baby.
Are you okay? I was so worried.
- Just banged it, come on in.
- Oh!
(chuckles) I don't mind if I do!
I knew this place looked nice.
Shit. You think they got food?
I am hungry.
Boo, you may be a criminal,
but you still so fine.
- Quit treatin' me like
a piece of meat, baby.
- Speaking of meat, I'm hungry.
Let me see what's in this fridge.
Oh, they ain't got nothing in here.
What the hell is this?
Oh, these your side-pieces?
I will cut a bitch!
- Char, Char, Char!
You're good, you're good.
They took us in when we crashed the truck.
If it wasn't for them,
we'd be locked up already.
Right, Nicky?
- Yes.
Yes, yes, yes, yes. You good?
- Yeah. Yeah, I'm sorry.
I'm just, I'm stressed. You
know, everything going on.
- Dude, why would you let
her come here? It's not safe.
- I, I, I didn't let her.
- What?
You expect me to believe
she just magically
shows up at the front door?
- Okay, okay.
I, I've been following both
of y'all on Find My Friends,
ever since that hot Puerto Rican chick
that looked like Shakira,
moved in nextdoor.
- Cassandra?
- Mm-hm.
- I barely talked to
that woman for a minute.
- One word is all it takes, honey.
(horn honks)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Fuck was that?
- Oh, shit.
- Mickey, will you get the bags?
- Who was that?
- Was that Devon?
- It's my parents.
Oh, my God.
Sarah, we're saved.
- What are you talking about?
They already let us go.
- Let's take my car and get outta here.
- What are you, nuts?
- Once they walk in here, this is over.
- Yeah, she's right.
- If they walk up in here,
we all goin' to prison.
And baby, your ass way
too fine for prison.
- We'll take the car to Hollow Creek.
- I'll drive.
You guys sit in the back,
in case we get stopped.
- I'll get the food.
- You sure you wanna do this?
- You said it yourself.
You can't lose your sister.
- Okay.
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
- Good?
Let's go.
Go.
- I can smell it. Think I...
Smelling it. Just...
- Oh, dear Lord.
Are you kidding me with this?
- Lori?
It's pot!
Pot!
- [Lori] Yes, we know.
- Pot!
What is going on with
this? Are you smoking this?
Look at this. What, what the hell?
What? Look at this!
- [Lori] We know what what it is, Jack!
- [Jeff] All right, what
the hell is going on?
- Um...
Um, some, some criminals.
They, they held us at gunpoint and they,
they tied us up, and-
- Oh, my God.
- And they...
They duct taped us.
- Who?
Where's Jessica? Where,
where, where did she go?
- Where is she? Is she okay?
- Wait, wait a second.
What happened?
- She left with them in the Lexus.
- Was she kidnapped,
or she went with them?
- She was kidnapped?
- No, she went willingly.
- [Jeff] What do you mean, "willingly"?
- She has a thing for one of the guys.
- What does that mean, "a
thing"? What do you mean?
What're you talking about?
- Let them talk!
- Like a hookup.
- A hookup with a criminal?
- What's a "hookup"? What is this?
You mean a, a thing? Like that thing?
I don't wanna know about
this. I'll kill him!
- This is crazy.
I don't understand what's going on.
- This is not, this is not me, Lori.
This is, this is you.
- What're you doing right now?
Are you blaming this on me?
- This is you. You let her be rebellious.
You tell her to try all this
shit. To express her feelings.
- Wait, are you gonna blame
this on me? Are you kidding me?
- Yoga and crystals! Yes!
This is you. This is you!
- No, you're the one who
bought her the the dog.
You got her the Louie
luggage on her half birthday.
- Well, this is you.
You got her all the...
- Yeah, the Jimmy Choos.
The Jimmy Choos, the Cartier watch.
Joe Jonas on her 16th birthday.
- Okay, you know what? This is...
How about a sushi chef? We have to have...
You can't just go to the store.
- Who knows how to make sushi?
Do you know how to make sushi?
I don't know how to make
it without a sushi chef!
- You have to bring a
chef into this house?
- Yeah, a sushi chef!
- You can cook!
You have to do sushi?
- 'Cause I love sushi!
- Oh. (sighs)
- I guess my parents aren't that bad.
- You guys put out a BOLO
and, uh, let's find that car.
Right, guys?
Okay.
- It's that Mullen guy.
That Detective Mullen guy.
Here we come.
Detective, thank you for being here.
- My pleasure.
- Thank you, thank you.
Please have a seat.
This is my wife.
- Hi, I'm Lori Rhodes.
I'm the mother, um, Mr. Mueller's-
- Detective Mullen.
- I'm sorry, it's detective.
- Mullens.
- Oh, Mullens.
- It's Mullen.
- Oh, I got everything wrong.
God, it's so rude.
- No, no, that's fine, ma'am. Let's just-
- Just very nervous.
- Yeah, I-
- Where do we begin?
- I told her a million times.
How many times did I say?
- Okay, so this is the story.
- No pot, no pot, no pot.
- It's doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.
They're on it. They're on it.
We come in, from our vacation.
They say that these, these
criminal sex offenders
break into the house, gag
them, tie them up, you know?
Which some people think, you know,
you know, it's kinky fun, but it's not.
- I'm sorry. Was there a...
Hold on. Was was there
a sexual assault here?
- Yes, there was a sexual
assault. What do you think?
- This is a very serious accu-
- Tied them up!
But we think, you know what we think.
- Hooking up. I'm sorry, you're...
When you say they-
- Animals.
Animals!
Raped 'em.
- And then they partied!
And then took her daughter
and ran off in her Lexus!
- My Lexus.
- No, it's not your Lexus.
- I buy the cars, Lori. I buy the cars.
It's hers, but it's not hers.
- She can't afford it, right now.
I mean, we hope she will,
someday, but he bought it.
- That'll be the day.
- So, they stole her car.
- They go and drive off.
They stole her car, with her in it.
- And then they "hooked up".
- Who? Who hooked up?
- They "hooked up"!
- [Jeff] There was a hookup happening.
- Yeah. They, they-
- Like a thing.
- They had a thing.
- [Jeff] There was a thing.
- Well, when you're on drugs...
When you're on drugs, and
you're wearing a little bikini
and some drug addict, maybe
drug dealers, break into a home
and see this house, you
know, anything can happen!
- And so, again, the drugged-out girls,
are the source of the information?
- Well, don't know what
the truth is, do we now?
We don't even know, when
they are kids on drugs,
what the truth is.
- So, we don't know anything.
- I'm so sorry I'm emotional.
I'm so nervous.
- Please, please.
- She's never like this.
- Can I get you something?
- You've upset her now.
'Cause I don't know what's...
She's never like this.
- These are herbal.
They're not, not drugs.
And they calm me down. They're
from a health food store.
I'm just gonna take one,
'cause it's gonna...
You know, I take it on the
plane 'cause I get so nervous.
- I understand. Okay,
listen, we put a BOLO out.
We're gonna-
- What's a BOLO?
- It's a BOLO.
- It sounds like a tie.
- No, no, it's a "be on the
lookout". It's a, just a police-
- Oh, that makes sense. It's the initials.
- BOLO, BOLO.
- It's an acronym, yeah.
- "Be on the lookout".
- Anyway.
Do you have her license?
- I, I do.
- [Lori] And do you have our cell phones?
You have her cellphone?
- I have both your numbers.
The officers already-
- [Lori] You can do that
thing where you find a friend.
- The, the app?
- I'm so sorry about my state right now.
- Just, okay.
- Yeah, what can we do?
- No, no.
- Can we do anything?
- Please don't.
- Like, I feel so helpless right now!
I feel like there's nothing I
can do I wanna do something!
- Just don't do anything,
please. Just stay here.
- [Jeff] Go, go. Find our daughter!
Find her!
- Please find her.
- We're gonna get her.
- Help us, please. Let's find her.
- It's gonna be fine, I swear.
(Lori sobs)
It's okay.
It's okay.
(birds chirping)
- Mullen.
Hey. If it isn't the great detective.
Let me tell you what's happening.
- Hey, don't start at me today.
- Whoa, I'm just saying
hey. What's going on?
- Need roadblocks and all
the major highways coming in-
- Already in motion.
- How they doing in there?
- Ah, the usual.
Mom's a mess, you know.
- All right. I'll talk to them.
You go find those bad guys.
- On it.
- [Dispatcher] Headquarters,
all units be advised-
- [Charlize] What the
hell are we listening to?
- [Jessica] Shh, that's my
dad's police scanner. Hold on.
- [Dispatcher] Black Lexus from the BOLO
has been spotted near Jefferson Bay.
- What's going on?
- We, we gotta ditch the car.
- Headquarters, this is Detective Mullen.
I'm about a block away, in pursuit.
- [Charlize] Just getting comfy.
- Okay.
- Jess, what're you doing?
- We gotta ditch the car.
- Really?
(siren wails)
- Oh, shit. We gotta go.
(dramatic orchestral music)
Oh, shit!
Go, go, go!
- Hey!
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
Fuck.
- [Gavin] Come on. This way.
- Shit.
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
- Police! Stop!
Come on, man. (pants)
Where'd you go?
Where'd you go?
(Mullen pants)
(Mullen grunts)
(dramatic music continues)
- Oh, hey. Sorry I'm late.
Uh, pickles and cheese on mine, buddy.
- [Homeowner] Hey, get the hell out of...
- Gavin? Gavin, do you read me?
- Yeah.
- Gav, we got a red alert.
- [Gavin] You think?
- Meet at Hollow Creek?
- Copy that.
- See you soon!
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Yes!
(car door slams)
(engine revs)
Damn. This some "Tokyo Drift" shit.
- What the hell do we do now?
(playful orchestral music)
(car door slams)
No.
Jessica.
Jessica.
- Are you getting in or what?
- Get back!
Stop!
Stop!
- Are you getting in or what?
- Hey!
- Oh, shit! Open the door!
- Hey!
- Go!
Go, go, go!
(tires screeching)
(moody electric guitar music)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(tires screeching)
(Charlize gasps)
- Fuck. Geez.
Hey, girl, you trying to kill me?
- Not yet.
(car door slams)
(tires screeching)
(crickets chirping)
(gentle orchestral music)
(car doors click open)
(car door slams)
(car door slams)
(gentle orchestral music continues)
I remember the first time
y'all brought me here.
Summer after I moved here from New York.
Sixth grade.
(both chuckling)
We had our first sleepover here.
Our first kiss.
(warm acoustic guitar music)
- I know I can be a handful, and, um...
And I put you through a lot of bullshit.
And I'm sorry.
- Listen.
You've been sober for five years.
And I couldn't be more proud of you.
- I just want you to
know how much I love you.
(warm music continues)
- I love you, too.
(playful orchestral music)
Is that-
- Bro.
(Charlize laughs)
Do you deliver pizza now?
- [Charlize] Uh, can I
get a slice of pepperoni?
(mellow pop music)
- [Jessica] Here.
- Thanks.
So don't try telling me how true
- That was the summer before it happened.
Things were great.
Wish we could go back, you know?
- Don't we all?
- He would've liked you.
- We'll figure it out.
Together.
- Yeah.
What I say and make me believe
(dark orchestral music)
(crickets chirping)
- Cops are still there, Boss.
Let's just get some sleep.
- We'll wake you in the morning!
(rooster crows)
(Gavin sighs)
(rooster crows)
- Jess?
(rooster crows)
(warm acoustic guitar music)
(rooster crows)
(rooster crows)
God damn rooster.
Jess?
(cutlery rattling)
Hey, you all right?
- Rooster got you, too?
- You can say that again.
(Jessica chuckles)
- Okay, okay.
- Making some eggs?
- Yeah.
Look.
- [Gavin] No, we're not.
- Yeah, I think the rooster was
maybe trying to tell us something.
- I think you're right.
(Gavin grunts)
(Jessica yelps)
(birds chirping)
(gravel crunches under tires)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(truck door clicks open)
- Hey, Boss. Wake up.
(truck doors slamming)
- It's time.
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(gravel crunches under tires)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
- [Associate 1] It's all clear.
- Hey, Boss. Come on.
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
- Jace, honey?
Are you ready?
Jace! Listen, I need you to be ready.
Mommy's running a little bit late.
If you have to take a waffle in the car,
that's totally fine,
Jace?
Seriously, do not make me ask you again!
Jace, come on, honey. We've got to go!
(dramatic orchestral music)
(Jennifer screams)
- Put phone down.
(Jennifer and pants)
Put phone down.
(suspenseful music)
Hey, (speaks foreign
language). You, sit here.
(Jennifer pants)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Jennifer screams)
Ah, you very bad girl.
Very bad girl.
(Terry speaks foreign language)
(Jennifer yelps)
(head thuds)
(ominous music)
(fingers click)
(Terry speaks foreign language)
Combination.
(suspenseful music)
- Please.
- Come on. (clicks fingers)
Combination.
- Please don't kill me.
- I don't kill you.
The worst guy.
He kill you.
(Terry speaks foreign language)
Combination. I not ask you again.
- Uh...
Three.
(suspenseful music continues)
(dial clicking)
(dial clicking)
(dial clicking)
(suspenseful music continues)
- It's empty.
- Please. Please don't.
Please. (sobs)
Please.
I don't have it.
(Terry sighs)
- Hey.
Hey!
You don't say anything
stupid, or I kill them.
(keyboard clacks)
(phone rings)
- Hey, babe.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Babe?
Hello?
- Thomas.
They're in the house! Help!
- Who's there?
Jennifer, who's there?
(Jennifer whimpers)
Whoever you are,
you hurt anyone in my family
and I will fucking kill you!
- Listen, mister.
I am not going to hurt
your wife and your boy,
you do what I say.
(Thomas breathes heavily)
- Anything.
- Mister, I want necklace in
three hour, or I kill them.
(ominous orchestral music)
(Jennifer whimpers)
- Thomas. (pants and whimpers)
- Understood.
(Thomas sighs)
(phone clatters)
(Harris pants)
(phone rings)
(Harris pants and grunts)
- It's Harris.
- Ben, it's me.
It's Thomas. You gotta help me.
They got my wife and kids.
They're gonna kill them.
- What?
- [Thomas] Man, please. You
really gotta help me, man.
- All right, listen up. We
have a hostage situation.
43305 McLean Drive.
I want all units, all
units near the location.
Now, look, it's very
important that we're not seen.
No lights, no radios.
They see cops, they kill hostages.
All right?
Let's go.
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
- We got a hit on one of the
fingerprints at the scene.
Gavin Brooks.
That ring a bell?
- That's the kid from Hollow Creek.
- Oh, boy. The hits keep comin'.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(phone vibrates)
(phone vibrates)
(phone vibrates)
(phone vibrates)
(phone vibrates)
(phone vibrates)
- Hello?
- [Harris] Gavin? This
is Detective Harris.
And I believe you have something
that doesn't belong to you.
- He's bluffing.
- 100% bluffing.
We don't even know if anyone's
actually being held hostage.
- And if we go and it's a trap?
- Yeah. Dude, I agree.
If we go now, we may never
see Izzy again. It's risky.
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(warm orchestral music)
- I've been wanting to give
this to you for some time now.
May 8th.
Grandpa and I were down at the creek and,
well, this, uh, this
sucker was tracking us.
Grandpa had a bite on his line
and went a little bit deeper
into the creek to try to pull it on in.
He stepped right in that croc's trap.
I, I dove in and I took one
last swing and hooked it!
And I pulled it so hard,
pulled his tooth right out of his mouth.
The croc let go of Grandpa and swam away.
Never to be seen again.
I've worn this, every day since.
Made me feel invincible.
(warm music)
Here.
I hope this gives you the
courage to forge your own path.
You're stronger than you think, Gavin.
You're a lot like your grandpa.
(siren wails)
(muffled police radio chatter)
- Ben!
Ben.
I will do anything that you want me to do.
Just, please, get my wife
and kid out of there.
- Just calm down.
- Please, Ben.
- All right gentlemen,
I want a full briefing
on exactly what's going
on with these hostages.
And get me a line on this maniac
who's got 'em. Understood?
- Yes.
- You got it.
- Nobody makes a move,
without my signal. Clear?
- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.
- Let's get to work.
- [Charlize] Okay. I'm
just gonna come in here.
It's on one.
- Easy.
- [Charlize] It doesn't
even look that bad.
It looks-
- Bedside manners.
- Well, stop it. You look fine.
(chuckles) Let me see.
- Hey!
- I'm taking it back.
- Hey, Gavin, stop. You're
not thinking clearly, man.
Trust me.
- I'm thinking clearly for the first time,
since the doctor told me
my little sister's dying.
I was so desperate to save her,
We didn't stop to think about
who else we were hurting.
But I have a chance to make things right.
I need to bring it back.
- Hey, "make things right"?
She can die because of this.
- She can die, anyway, Nicky.
Look, that's the truth.
I believe Detective Harris.
That family needs our help.
I love that girl with
every fiber in my being,
but I don't think I'll be
able to live with myself,
if something happened
to them too, would you?
That's what I thought.
- Hey.
- Okay, well, we can't
let him go alone. Come on.
(phone vibrates)
- [{Thomas] Listen.
I just want you to stay calm,
because you're gonna get what you want.
(sighs) The necklace is on its way.
(suspenseful music)
- Hey, mister. You're running out of time.
(suspenseful music continues)
- It's coming soon.
(Terry groans)
(Terry speaks foreign language)
(muffled police radio chatter)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(gravel crunches under tires)
(suspenseful music continues)
- Stay here. I'll be right back.
- Dude, I'm coming with you.
- Dude.
It's fine.
I gotta us into this mess.
I'll get us out of it.
Stay.
(car door clicks open)
(birds chirping)
(car door slams)
(Jessica sighs)
Hey.
Hey.
- I have the necklace.
- Can't go this way.
- Please, let me in. Please.
- Can't come in here.
- Let me in.
- Let him in. Let him in.
Come here.
Been a long time, kid.
Looks like the years have
been rough for both of us.
Is it in there? The necklace?
- Yeah.
- Let's try and fix it.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Just because they said "no cops",
doesn't mean it has to be you.
- It has to.
- Do not go inside, no matter what.
You make him come out for the trade.
- [Gavin] I'll stall him long enough
for you to get in place.
(car door clicks open)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
- Yo, I'm going out for a smoke.
- [Associate 1] All right.
- Well, lookity, lookity.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(associate 2 groans)
You two behave, now.
Or else.
(knocks on table)
(ominous orchestral music)
(associate 2 sighs)
- Hands up!
Put your hands up!
Put your hands behind your head!
Face away from me! Don't move!
- Shit.
(birds chirping)
(suspenseful music)
- Where is my boys?
(doorbell rings)
(Jessica gasps)
(doorbell rings)
Move.
(Terry speaks foreign language)
(Jessica whimpers)
(suspenseful music continues)
Who is there?
- I have the necklace!
- Hey.
You leave necklace here and go.
- I can't do that!
I give you the necklace,
you give me the hostages.
- No.
- That's the only way this can work!
- You'll come in alone.
(suspenseful music)
(door clicks open)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(car door clicks open)
Put on ground.
Go.
- Run!
(dramatic orchestral music)
(Gavin grunts)
(fist thuds)
(dramatic orchestral music)
- [Mullen] All right, boys, with us!
- [Harris] On my signal.
(fists thudding)
(fighters grunting)
(table smashes)
(Terry groans)
(tense orchestral music)
(gun fires)
(ominous orchestral music)
(gun fires)
(suspenseful music)
(Harris pants)
- I'm here, kid. I'm here.
Help's on the way, all right?
Stay with me.
Let's go, boys!
(tense orchestral music)
You stay with me!
(muffled police radio chatter)
(muffled police radio chatter)
- You're gonna be okay, kid.
- You're a tough one.
(warm orchestral music)
(ramp motor whining)
(warm orchestral music continues)
(engine revs)
(sirens wailing)
(warm orchestral music continues)
(warm orchestral music continues)
- Here you go!
- Oh, thank you.
Ooh!
Fried chicken. My favorite.
- There you go.
- Thank you.
All right.
- How you feeling, kid?
- [Gavin] Could be worse, I guess.
- Well...
That was some great
stuff you did out there.
- Is that what you tell all
the criminals you catch,
before throwing them in the can?
- No.
I tell 'em "good work", not "great".
- Right.
(melancholy orchestral music)
- Look.
The Bennetts are...
They're not gonna press charges.
- What?
- Told 'em about a little
promise I made to, uh,
three kids, about 17 years ago.
I don't know if any of this helps,
but, uh, it's something.
- Did it help you?
- I don't know, yet.
Maybe.
Maybe.
Don't get too comfortable.
You got about 250 hours
of community service.
(Gavin laughs)
And I'll be checking.
- I knew it was coming.
Hey, Detective?
Thanks, man.
- Thank you.
(doorbell rings)
- Thanks for stopping by.
(gentle orchestral music)
- Well, I believe this
belongs in a certain museum.
- [Mullen] That, it does.
- Where's Ben?
- He went to see a special lady.
- Oh.
- Thank you for this.
(footsteps clacking)
- Well, it looks like
I need a new necklace.
(door creaks)
(Thomas chuckles)
(upbeat music)
(group laughing and chattering)
- Nice suit there, Marco.
- Hey, baby! If you got it, you got it.
- [Nick] (chuckles) Yeah.
- Ooh!
(water splashes)
Woo!
- Guys! Guys!
She's coming.
- Guys.
- Keep going.
- Okay.
If I crash into something,
this is your fault.
- Come on.
- If I fall into the
pool, this is your fault.
- You're not gonna fall in the pool.
- [Isabelle] Okay.
- And...
- [Group] Surprise!
- What?
Oh, you guys!
- I love you.
- I love you too, big brother.
Hi!
Come here!
(Isabelle giggles)
If we get together
Get together
- What up, Marco? Goods to see you, man.
- Hey!
- Hey!
- [Gavin] You guys want some produce?
- Something to eat!
- Yeah.
- [Gavin] $30.
- The thing I missed the most
right there is that, boys.
Together as one
We've got each other today,
so hold hands and sing
As we tumble and sway,
together we're stronger
And I know we're okay and
you know we belong here
Get together, get together
Together as one
(warm music continues)
(joint hisses)
- Pot.
(friends giggling)
(Lori sighs)
(warm music)
(warm music continues)
- In a shocking turn of events,
the Deli Purple Sapphire
necklace that was stolen from this museum
over 20 years ago has
been safely returned.
But a final thought.
Is the necklace truly cursed?
(upbeat music)
Thought I could get through
this, but I was sure mistaken
You never listen and you
dominate the conversation
When I try to talk,
you always shut me down
You left me broken, feeling hopeless
Falling on the ground
Now I'm shouting my way up
I'm on top, don't stop
Won't drop, gotta hear me say it
I'm on top, don't stop
Won't drop, no
No
But then I got away where
you can't smother me
And now I'm hanging with
my brothers in recovery
Yeah, they showed up for
me, got so much love for me
In summary, we're gonna
live it up in luxury
Now I'm shouting my way up
I'm on top, don't stop
Won't drop, gotta hear me say it
I'm on top, don't stop
Won't drop, no
I'm on top, don't stop
Won't drop, gotta hear me say it
I'm on top, don't stop
Won't drop, no
You never showed up for the date
I waited till 20 to eight
Turns out you weren't even awake
You'd say that I'm fake,
but you were a flake, what
I should've known what to expect
You thought I was
bossy, demanding respect
You said I was clean,
you just wanna connect
I guess your ego was hard to detect
Here's what I wanted to say
But you wouldn't gimme the space
So sit there and say why
don't you piss off, bitch
Go take your bullshit
and jump in the lake
I'm on top, don't stop
Won't drop, gotta hear me say it
I'm on top, don't stop
Won't drop, no
I'm on top, don't stop
Won't drop, gotta hear me say it
I'm on top, don't stop
Won't drop, no
I'm on top
I'm on, I'm on top
No
Don't stop, won't go
No
No