Guilty Party (2021) s01e05 Episode Script

Stop Being a Coward and Take the Meat

- I want to raft.
-: A what?
Like with rafts on a river.
Actually, yeah.
- I'm here for you.
- And Laila.
I need something more
to work with.
Tuna. That's, uh, some guy Wally
and Wyatt would talk about.
Who is Tuna?
He's my fucking boss.
The hardware is all his.
Place is further up the road.
Every shipment passes through
there. Oregon to Jalisco.
I don't even know
what he looks like!
- Look for the buckskin.
- Fiona.
Hi, are you busy?
Who are you?
Beth Burgess.
I'm a journalist.
We don't need the publicity,
so you'll have to leave.
There might be people
who would be interested
to hear how awful he is.
Look, I need to know
where the stash is.
Hey! Hey!
What are you doing?
Yes! Amazing!
Oh, my God!
No! Come on!
Favorite pants.
All right, Patty. You're good.
Just leave the cookies with us.
Oh, I baked these special
for Jimmy.
You're a crooked bunch.
Patty! Ease up.
Sorry. Sorry, hon.
- Couldn't help it.
- Mm, it's-it's okay.
- I missed you.
- Yeah, me, too.
I missed those lips.
And these lips have been missing
their sweet baby.
I bet you say that to all
the girls who come to visit you.
No, no, no.
Listen up, Patty Cake.
I'm a one-woman show.
I'm all Patty, all the time.
- Alone at night on the farm
- Mm-hmm.
I think of you.
Yeah? What you be thinking?
- What it would be like
if you were out,
- Mm-hmm.
and we were together
on the open road.
And you got a bed
in that van of yours?
Oh, yeah.
Just big enough for two.
Keep you warm
on them cold, winter nights.
Tell me how.
I'd do it just how you like it.
- Little fast.
- Okay.
Little slow.
And somewhere in between.
So, you know, my commissary's
getting just a little low.
Whatever you need, darling.
Yeah? You can do something
for me?
Patty Cake?
Patty Cake. Patty Cake. Patty
Arms up.
Out the gate!
I got this.
Door closing.
Good evening,
I'm Tessa Flores.
And I'm standing in the now
quiet Munango Valley Ranch,
a destination wedding venue
with a terrible secret.
It's here where
Charles "Tuna" Billingham--
a former U.S. Marine
turned entrepreneur--
was running the largest
firearms trafficking operation
in Colorado history.
An operation that
last night turned deadly.
Real fast.
And that's when he came out of
nowhere and-and attacked me.
And, um, well, I happened
to have a pistol, and I
I shot him.
- What? Fiona murdered a guy?
- Hey, hey, what are you doing?
- I want to hear this.
- That-that could've been you.
It also was me.
Of course Tessa fails
to mention that.
He could've killed you.
- But the story
doesn't end here.
Earlier today,
investigators came across
this neglected storehouse.
It's here where police found
the remains of two bodies
- What?
- Bodies! Do you know
what that means?
Yeah. Clearly,
an actual serial murderer
- could've murdered you.
- Yeah, exactly.
So, if Tuna is a proven killer,
and Wallace was going
behind his back,
doesn't that make Tuna
an excellent new suspect?
What are you talking about?
- Beth.
- George knew.
George totally knew.
Uh, I-I'm actually worried
about you.
Th-This is textbook
crazy behavior.
It's clearly not safe.
I mean, l-look at your head.
- Okay. You're overreacting.
- Am I?
I work in law enforcement.
You give fines to people
who fish with two poles
- instead of one.
- All right.
Overfishing is a real problem.
I-I just want you to be safe.
You don't-- You don't
care about me being safe.
You want to drag me off
to the woods
so that I can give birth
to stuff.
That's not fair-- What?
What? D-Don't answer that.
We're not done here.
Beth? That you?
Who's this?
- What? Wh-Who is it?
Just hang up.
Like you got so many people
blowing up your phone
past 9:00.
Who do you think it is?
- Wait, Toni?
- What-- Toni? Toni Toni?
- Two minutes. Two minutes.
- Toni's in prison.
How? There was no operator.
Your girl got herself
a cellphone.
How'd you get it?
I got my ways, but let's
talk about the important shit.
- Tuna.
- Oh, my God.
Did you see the news?
Yes. And what did I tell you?
You were right about everything.
All of it.
I mean, you think
he could be the one?
Yeah, I really think so.
Listen, I should really
get back to bed.
No, no, no, no, no.
Absolutely not.
This is the first time I get
a cell phone in three years.
You're not gonna crap out on me
this early.
Your husband or whoever
the hell, they can wait.
We got other shit to talk
about. Come on.
Okay, here's
what I've been dying to ask:
Why'd you get married?
Ooh, all right, all right.
No, just 'cause,
you know, you're so young,
and-and beautiful and smart,
funny and
You know, he was, he was kind of
a-a douchebag.
Well, Wally was down
for anything.
Didn't matter
if I was wiling out
or dragging him
to some comic book store,
he was into it.
- So, you were,
you were comfortable with him.
- Yeah.
I mean, he was
a crazy-ass white boy
who wasn't afraid of anything.
But I guess I wanted
some of that superpower.
I mean, those are good reasons,
I guess.
No, they're not.
Wally was a bad choice.
Like, so, so bad. The worst.
Why'd you marry your dude?
Oh, enormous penis.
- For real?
-: It's fine.
Hey, mama, how are you?
I think I might have PTSD.
Do you? Come here.
I'm all right. I just--
Wh-Where's all my work?
Oh, okay,
you're not gonna believe this.
So, um, last night,
after the story broke,
I was trending.
- Me, I was trending nationally
on Twitter.
- Yeah. Fiona's story has
really captured
the country's attention.
Oh, also, Trent and I got
back together.
Wow, killing that kid really
turned your life around, huh?
What's all this?
We're starting a podcast.
Exciting, right?
It's an in-depth look
at Tuna's operation.
Fiona will be hosting.
One Woman, Many Guns:
The Shootout at Munango Valley.
Okay, but we release this
as a run-up to my story?
Right? I mean,
that could be good.
So, Fiona works Tuna,
I work the Wallace angle,
and all roads lead back
to exonerating Toni.
I like it.
To be clear,
this is not a Toni story.
All right? Just Tuna.
But the two are connected.
- Uh, where's the proof?
- Oh, my God.
I'm finding it!
I appreciate your blind
commitment to this woman, Beth.
I mean, it's
journalistically irresponsible
and sometimes hard to watch,
but it's very sweet.
Wait, so you're canning it?
No, it's just
on the back burner.
So, Fiona walks into a building
and kills a guy,
and she's a hero.
What does Toni have to do
to get that superpower?
Hey, I saved your life
that night.
- I mean, sort of.
- Sort of?
Are you, are you serious
right now?
You were trapped
in a little room,
crying, and I literally
swooped in and rescued you.
- Okay. I wasn't crying.
- She was cr-- She was sobbing.
- It was pathetic, okay?
- Wow. I can't believe
you're actually fucking
turning on her after that.
- I'm not turning on her.
- Okay, you know what?
I don't need this shit.
Okay. She's overreacting.
That's not normal.
No, I just don't understand you.
How could you do that
to sweet Fiona?
She's a literal angel.
Yeah, this is she.
Yes, yeah, I did call you, um
Hi, um
As I mentioned in my voice mail,
I was hoping to sit down
with one of your inmates.
Charles Billingham.
Yeah, that's right.
Yeah, it's for a podcast.
No, no. I-I know you're
a jail guard.
It's just that, see, um,
he doesn't have a publicist
listed online,
so I was thinking--
Hey, I'm really sorry.
I think I-I-I probably
do have PTSD like you said.
I might have a way of
getting you into the jail
to see Tuna,
if-if you're interested at all.
Leave me alone.
- Okay. I'll-I'll shut up.
- Great.
What did you have in mind?
Well, it's my connection,
so I'd have to come with you.
No, thank you.
I don't need your help.
Okay. Suit yourself.
Oh, my God, fine, yes.
Okay, you can come.
Just tell me what to do.
Hey, babe.
The reunion thing is in,
uh, T-minus two hours.
So, uh, what do we want
with our steaks tonight?
I think we've got pilaf,
or, uh
What the hell?
Beth, where's my elk?
That is 34 steaks.
Chuck, sirloin
Goddamn it. Call me back.
Let me see 'em.
Show him.
All premium elk.
Very fresh.
- Can't do it.
- Travis.
It'd take you 30 years
to get a stash like this,
and we both know it.
Stop being a coward
and take the meat.
You get ten minutes.
And if anyone asks,
you're his lawyers.
Oh. I got it.
Oh. Oh, my God. Okay. Hey.
I thought this place was
gonna be cool, but it's not.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Next visitor, let's go.
Pick up the phone.
Well, you're not my lawyers.
No, we're not, um,
but we are here
to give you a chance
to speak in the court
of public opinion.
Um, I am doing a podcast
about your criminal enterprise,
and I would love for you
to be a guest.
Well, it'd be a chance for you
to share your side of the story.
And we'd paint you
in a very sympathetic light.
You-you do know
what a podcast is, yes?
They're-they're very popular.
I'm sorry. Is he, like,
obsessed with you or something?
What is happening?
Hello again.
Hello, Beth Burgess.
Yeah, that-that-that's right.
Good-good memory.
- Um
- Mm-hmm.
Okay, I'm gonna be frank
with you, Mr. Billingham.
I just came from
the D.A.'s office,
and it's-it's not looking good
for you.
You're facing
multiple life sentences.
But there is something
you can do to help yourself.
Your sentence will be reduced,
your karmic debt halved.
Do you remember
Wallace Plimpton?
- All right, give me the
- Stop it.
Now, see,
the thing about Wallace is,
his killer was never found.
But that didn't stop the cops
from throwing a young woman
into prison.
A woman who-who had
a little girl,
an orphan who's-who's
on the streets,
all because the real killer
isn't man enough to confess
- and take responsibility.
- Okay, that's enough.
- Give me the phone.
Give me the phone.
- Stop. Stop it.
She does not speak
for the podcast.
You do not speak
for the podcast!
Hope he doesn't hear.
I didn't kill Wallace.
He was making moves,
you wanted him gone.
I went to his funeral.
I donated the flowers.
I supplied the linen.
I held his mom's hand
as we stood before his casket.
Open casket, by the way,
if you can believe it.
But I remember standing there
"Uh, this was a sloppy murder."
Fingerprints intact.
Teeth still in his head.
If I had killed him,
there'd be no way
you could identify him.
There'd be no body found.
No casket to cry over.
I'm thorough, Beth Burgess.
Do you understand?
- Do you fucking understand?
- Yes, I understand.
And then there's you.
You come into my home,
lie to my face, kill Miggy.
No, I didn't.
It was Fiona.
- Fiona killed him, not me.
I didn't kill him.
- What the fuck?
No, all this is because of you,
and I'm not gonna forget that.
You should apologize.
What, you think
a few gun-running charges
and body parts
they'll never pin on me,
what, will keep me locked up?
You're smarter than that.
Yeah. Now apologize.
I'm-I'm I'm very sorry.
Apology not accepted.
Give her back the phone.
Nobody gives a fuck
about podcasts.
All right, ladies. Let's go.
All right, come through.
- Shit.
Do you think he did it?
Because now I'm not so sure.
And if he didn't,
are we back to Wyatt now?
Ow! What the fuck was that?
How dare you ruin this for me!
How dare you!
You are so selfish.
I killed a man. Okay?
I fucking killed a man!
I deserve a podcast!
Fuck, dude!
What the fuck?
Put it down. Goddamn.
Good thing I just took a shit,
otherwise I would've
fucking shit my pants.
Who'd you think I was,
the fucking jerk-off police
here to bust you fucking
tugging it, huh, Tug Boat?
- Catch you wet-handed?
- You've got two fucking
toilets inside.
I like that one. It's cozy.
Also, it's like taking a shit
on the Enterprise.
Fucking stinks.
Like your doodies smell
like fucking fresh lasagna.
Damn, I guess shit went kind of
crazy at Munango, huh?
Fucking Miggy dead.
Tuna pinched.
You heard from Tuna?
Nah. You?
Ah, man, what the fuck?
A pool floaty?
Man, our neighbors got to order
some better shit.
Now I got to buy a fucking pool
to use this.
Did you steal that?
Look, dude,
we got to bounce for real.
Fucking Feds, ATF,
they're all gonna be coming
down here, sniffing our butts.
Pack your shit, dude.
We're going to fucking camp
for two weeks.
O-Or we could leave.
Yo, that's what I just
fucking said.
Yo, are you extra stupid today?
- What the fuck?
- No, I mean, like, for good.
Listen, I got this cousin.
He's got a setup in Wyoming,
outside of Jackson.
Like, rafting and kayaking,
for tourists or whoever.
You want to be a rafter?
Bro, it's easy money and-and
right on a beautiful river.
I don't know, a lot of people
find water calming.
I'm already gonna buy
a fucking pool, dude.
But you want to leave all this
to go fucking wrap your lips
around dinghies all day?
- Sorry. Hard pass.
- Come on, man.
What, you never thought about
what you'd do with Tuna gone?
Yeah, if Tuna was gone, I'd be
fucking rich. Think about it.
Goddamn, dude,
unless we get fucking rolled on,
so pack your shit,
we leave in 30.
Wake the fuck up.
Jesus Christ, dude. Rafting?
That's weak.
Dream a little bigger.
Do yourself a favor.
Sell hoverboards or a vape shop
or something, something tight.
Now, pack your shit or rot
in jail. Up to you, playboy.
What do you mean, "not exactly"?
Well, Tuna is a killer.
I'm confident of that,
- but
- But? Spit it out. Come on.
I don't think he killed Wallace.
You're sure?
Yeah. Pretty much.
- Damn.
- Listen, it's not so bad.
Now we know he's not our guy.
We can move on
to trees worth shaking.
Like back to Wyatt.
Do you remember Wallace
ever talking about
somebody named Donna?
- Mm-mm.
- Because
Okay, it turns out
the brothers were having
some kind of
territorial pissing match
over her.
I'm-I'm sorry.
I know he was your husband,
but it's strong motive.
And she mentioned
a boyfriend, who
he could've had good
reason to pull the trigger,
I'll track him down.
- Yeah.
- And this is me
with my tinfoil hat on,
but what if there was
a serial killer in the area?
I mean, I know they
don't typically
target armed white men,
but crazier shit has happened.
I don't know.
Look, we're no worse off than
we were a few days ago, right?
- I just want this shit
to be over.
- Oh, I know.
But we're not there yet.
Just a little further, okay?
We'll get there.
Faith as small as a mustard seed
can move a mountain.
Is that scripture?
Yeah, it's a prayer
my mom used to say.
I don't need to move a mountain.
I just need enough faith
to put that weasel-dick loser
behind bars.
Attagirl. Okay. We can do this.
Anything to get me back to
my baby, all right?
Check this out.
What do you think?
- Wait, is that
- Yeah, it's Laila.
I'm-I'm still working on it,
but I think I got
the eyes right.
: Oh, God. I'm sorry.
- Hey. Hey. Hey, hey.
What happened?
What's wrong?
Look, I can't have you
falling apart on me like this.
I-I need you to wipe your eyes,
get the hell back out there,
because we need you.
We need you to go find
something or someone.
Hi. I'm looking for
a child in the system.
She'd be about three
and a half years old.
INF 1125.
INF 1125b. INF 1125bc.
Fill them out and come back.
- Next!
- No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.
I-I I did them.
At-at home, before coming in,
Student much?
Your relation to the child?
Uh, friend of the mother.
Uh, best friend.
Old, old best friend.
We only release information
to relatives.
- Next!
- No, no, no, no. Wait.
I'm also her aunt.
So sister and friend
of the mother.
It's just there-there wasn't
enough space
- for all of that.
- Family only.
Okay, there-there's just
there's not much room here.
- So if I could just use
this pen
- Next!
You're being extremely
uh, Tamra.
I'm only doing my job.
My J-O-B.
And I only give out information
when this form--
it's signed by family.
Why, hello. Edna Plimpton?
- Who are you?
- I'm, uh
I'm Tamra
from Child Services.
Do you have a minute?
It's just a few seconds, really.
I-I'm very fast.
You like cake?
Nice girl like you
spends all her time
helping the children.
- Eat.
- Oh, thank you.
Family recipe.
Wow, yummy.
Uh, so, anyway,
my supervisor just needs you
to fill out these forms,
and, um, I'll be on my way.
I don't sign anything
from the government.
It would really help
your granddaughter.
My granddaughter?
I'm sorry.
I don't have a granddaughter.
But you are
Wallace Plimpton's mother?
Yes, but I'm not kin
to that girl.
That's Toni's child,
not my son's.
The child's name is
Laila Plimpton.
Don't you call her
by my family name!
I warned him about
people like her.
I'm sorry, people like what,
Mrs. Plimpton?
People who weren't raised right.
I know what you think of me,
I can see it in your eyes.
But when you're a mom,
you can spot trouble.
You can sniff it out.
You got kids?
You've abandoned
your son's child.
That whore shot him!
My little baby boy.
she ruined everything.
Okay, okay, okay.
Sit down. Sit down, sit down.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
Here. Here, here, here,
look. Look.
Foster family sent me this.
They don't look anything alike.
She is not my granddaughter.
No. No, she's not.
The people are here already.
Where are you?
Oh, I'm sorry, babe.
I-I want to be there,
I really do. I just
I have one really important
work thing
- to take care of first.
- Okay, whatever.
This is exciting, isn't it?
Special playdate
with Auntie Beth?
You promised to get me
a baby doll.
I didn't say when,
so right now we're playing
at this park.
Oh! Look, let's go over here.
-: Hey!
- Hi!
- It's me.
- What's going on? How are
- Am I-- Can I?
- I consent.
- All right. All right.
-: How are you?
- Good to see you.
- What's going on?
- I thought this was just
for J-school kids.
- Oh, yeah, yeah.
They let us forestry dorks
tag along.
Well, I'm so glad you're here,
- because these things
give me hives.
- Right?
- Yes.
- I know. I'm already sweating
through three layers.
So, are we losers?
Like, where is everyone?
- Where's your wife?
- Um
- Uh, she's running late.
- I know I got here
way too early.
You want to get drunk?
- Yeah.
- Follow me.
Hey, Ellie.
Let's go make a new friend.
This is Ellie.
What's your name?
- Laila.
- Hi, Laila.
That's a beautiful name.
Can you push us?
Yeah. Sure. Go.
You good? You ready?
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