Jett (2019) s01e09 Episode Script
Miljan Bestic
1 - - ["JETT" THEME PLAYS.]
MARIA: 62,000.
Rent us the house for the year.
Wonder if you'd come for a ride with me.
Let me get my purse.
Have we, or have we not, been getting serious? Why are you trying to provoke me? This is not what a professional does.
This feels personal.
[GUNSHOTS.]
He's a cop.
Detective Dillon.
[GRUNTS.]
Junior.
Junior My name is Charles Ju Charlie, I'm sorry.
We gotta go.
- - Jack Dillon, now come on, I don't want to shoot you.
- What's your idea? - Go somewhere and get a drink.
I need you to run by the house and grab stuff for you and Alice.
- Will you be careful? - Yes.
Call me when you have Alice.
DILLON: You always have to have a plan, ways in, ways out.
- I'm not supposed to be here.
- [PHONE BUZZES.]
Bestic is here? MILJAN BESTIC: Daisy Kowalski.
Let's meet somewhere very public.
Breakfast, 9 a.
m.
- Sleep tight, Daisy.
- [MUSIC CONCLUDES.]
- - [HEELS CLICKING, ECHOING.]
[CLICKS.]
- [LIGHTER CLICKS.]
- [ELEVATOR DINGS.]
[CLICKS.]
[UNLOCKS DOOR.]
NARRATOR: On the platform, the biologist must take his samples, and his chances, among the sharp flensing knives on the blood-slick deck.
[TV PLAYING INDISTINCTLY.]
- [MUTED GUNSHOTS.]
- [BODIES THUD.]
NARRATOR [ON TV.]
: Running does not help.
Teeth are a prime target.
More heat lost.
Life is subject to the general diffusion of all energy.
Concentrated heat was the past.
Diffused heat is the future.
The young lady's heat, eventually, will be lost in outer space.
[WOMAN SIGHS.]
[WOMAN SIGHING.]
[WOMAN SIGHING.]
[INAUDIBLE.]
[WOMAN SIGHS.]
[RECORD CRACKLING, POPPING.]
[MOUTHS.]
[RECORD CRACKLING STOPS.]
[WIND WHOOSHING.]
[DISTANT SHRIEKING.]
[WIND BLOWING.]
[GUNSHOT.]
[RAPID BREATHING.]
[GASPS.]
What time is it? Eight-thirty.
I fell asleep? [SIGHS.]
[CLICKING.]
- RONNIE: Ms.
Kowalski.
- JETT: Ronnie.
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING.]
Follow me, please.
This will be returned to you after.
[SUCKS FINGERS.]
I was starving, so I already started.
Please forgive me.
Do you want to get yourself a plate? - No.
- Are you sure? - Yes.
- You know what they say.
That breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
You seem a little tense.
There's something about you that makes me wanna kick your fucking face in, but I'm all right.
[CHUCKLES.]
I think that you are downplaying it.
What you want to do to me? DILLON: Lamar Benjamin, aka Judge.
Nasty piece of work.
Twice deployed in Iraq, where he had a nervous breakdown at a raid in Fallujah.
Came home, beat his girlfriend to death.
A week later, he killed Jimarcus Hooks, known dope dealer he believed was screwing the girlfriend.
At the trial, they brought in VA psychiatrists to testify, and they declared Lamar insane.
He spent six months at a state hospital in Hawthorne, has been killing people ever since he got out.
JETT: If you know all that, why can't you arrest him? Oh, we arrested him.
In seven years of arrests, convictions, plea bargains, and insanity judgments, Lamar spent a grand total of 10 months behind bars.
This all before he started his little side business of killing for hire.
I'd say he's murdered at least 20 people.
Tell me about the hotel manager.
Hmm, a little squirrelly, - but he's been okay, I guess.
- He's a day manager? Executive assistant manager.
Parrish is who we dealt with during our surveillance.
You want him to set up your guy? I'm not asking for your permission.
You're taking a lot of chances walking in there.
I don't have a lot of options.
Can you get a hold of Parrish? He doesn't need to know any details.
Guy could be sleeping, you know? JETT: He'll no doubt be surprised to see us.
[WHISPERING.]
: Walter! Honey! Walter! - What's wrong? - Shh! I think somebody's in the house.
[SIGHS.]
Don't fall asleep on me.
All right.
I'm awake.
- I'm awake.
- Did you not set the alarm? - Of course I did.
- You forgot again.
- No, I didn't.
- Then how come it didn't go off? - [SIGHS.]
Fuck.
- What are you doing? WALTER: I'm gonna go see downstairs.
We should call 911.
Whoa, whoa.
Don't get ahead of yourself.
Let me check it out.
If you hear me raise my voice, then call the cops.
[LAUGHS.]
That's stupid.
[LIGHT CLICKS.]
- Try to stay calm.
- Jesus Christ! - Who the fuck are you? - It's a home invasion! Annie, Walter, keep your voices down.
This is not a home invasion.
What What do you want? My associate, Detective Dillon, is downstairs.
He would like a word with you, Walter.
- Why? - No, no, I know a Detective Dillon.
What is this about? Come downstairs and we'll explain.
I would've had him come up, but his face is covered in stitches.
It's a little distracting.
And for the record, Walter did not forget to set the alarm tonight.
Let me tell you a story.
After the story, if you still feel like kicking my face in, or worse, well, then, at least you have the information you need to move forward.
Please, sit down.
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful woman, not your garden-variety beautiful.
This woman was dramatically attractive.
She had perfect skin, and full lips, and when she smiled, it could melt an iceberg.
And her name was Cristelle.
And I was so in love with her.
And she loved me, too.
I believe that.
The problem was that she was pregnant with another man's child.
This man, he was a dangerous man.
He was a real gangster.
He's Charlie Baudelaire.
And Charlie, well, he did not take kindly to her telling him that she had feelings for another man while she was carrying his child in her womb.
Well, Charlie yelled at her, and he beat her, and he called her a whore.
In retrospect, I believe we severely underestimated her power over us.
We thought we were tussling over a fashion model.
Two young men marking their territory.
But I digress.
CHARLIE: Sherman Grant Quinn.
- No, no, Chin.
- [DOOR OPENS.]
- Why won't you come in? - Because I'm busy.
- Go to bed, Vivian.
- Answer me this one thing, but tell me the truth this time.
- I always tell the truth.
- [SCOFFS.]
- Like fuck you do.
- Oh, you see? Yeah, well, I don't care for that kind of language.
I don't give a shit what kind of language you care for.
If I gave a shit, I wouldn't be talking at all, would I? You know, you're not making any sense.
I'm making all the sense.
[SIGHS.]
Yeah, maybe you shouldn't drink so much.
Just because you are in your own world and don't make an effort to understand jack shit of what I'm How many times do you come to this fuck pad a month? - Good night, Vivian.
- Bennie, you understand Look, leave Bennie out of this! Go get undressed and get in bed! Oh, ho, ho.
Now, it comes out.
Are we a little horny maybe? We're done here.
Good night.
[PHONE RINGING.]
Charlie says we're done.
Oh, okay, Charlie.
Whatever you say.
Charlie knows best.
No, sir! Yes, sir! Charlie, sir! Get her in bed before I smack her.
- Mrs.
Baudelaire.
- What ever happened to keep Bennie out of this? Why can't you just tuck me in? Good night! [SIGHS.]
- Yes.
- BESTIC [OVER PHONE.]
: Charlie? Miljan Bestic.
How'd you get this number? I heard about your son.
Nothing I can say will make that better.
But I have a proposition for you.
More like a gift.
[SIGHS.]
VIVIAN: Why doesn't he want to tuck me in? Doesn't even want to touch me, he's so tired out from all of his skanky whores.
He has no need for this.
- Vivian - [SNIFFLES.]
His son was murdered today.
Do you know I almost got murdered, too? You told me, yes.
He was so close.
I almost peed in my pants.
[SNIFFLES.]
I'm gonna go now.
Help me with this first.
Please? [SIGHS.]
She's gonna be fine.
- [VIVIAN WHIMPERS.]
- [GLASS SHATTERS.]
[SIGHS.]
Who else do you want me to try? That's it for tonight.
[SIGHS.]
When the baby was born, Charlie sent some men to steal it from her because he knew that if it was raised under her hand, the child would grow to hate his father, and he would not have a proper heir for the business he was building.
So, Charlie brought Junior here, and he raised him in the States.
And I dated this woman in the aftermath of this awful tragedy.
A mother having her child stolen from her.
Can you imagine that? Of course you can.
- - BESTIC: Many years later, I learned that Junior was in Marseilles, doing business in his father's name.
He is buying weapons from this particularly nasty arms dealer that I know.
So, I insert myself into this evening.
And I watch him, and I talk to him.
It's Junior.
His eyes reminded me so much of my dearly departed Cristelle.
Her death was no accident.
Charlie was behind it, bet you didn't know that.
[CHUCKLES.]
Am I boring you? So, I am boring you.
Only a little.
Well, that evening in Marseilles was one of degenerate debauchery.
There were drugs, fucking, beatings, what have you.
And I make sure that Junior is roasted and toasted beyond fucking imagination so that when he wakes up in the morning with three underage male prostitutes chopped in pieces, well, he's beside himself.
And I help him.
And I counseled him.
I clean up his mess.
Do you follow what I am saying? Yes.
I don't think that you do.
No matter how Charlie tried to raise his child to do as he was told, Junior grew up spiteful.
A snake snapping at its own tail, so you used that.
You can imagine the level of gratitude he feels for me.
You can imagine the immense debt he owes me, knowing that I have pictures of his misadventures.
Pictures that, at any moment, I could give to the task force that is investigating the Baudelaires.
You know some of those detectives, I believe.
Whatever you think you're doing, whatever provocation you believe will catch me off guard, I'm not interested.
I came here to tell you, I will not do what you ask me to do.
I won't do anything more for you.
I assume you came in the hopes of killing me.
But killing me will not solve your problem with Charlie, so why don't you just kill him instead, and settle our account? Charlie and I will work out our differences without you.
You can't honestly believe that.
We're done, you and I.
We are not done.
We are done.
[DOOR OPENS.]
BESTIC: Perfect timing.
Charlie.
[NEON SIGN BUZZING.]
- [SULTRY MUSIC PLAYING.]
- WOMAN [ON VIDEO.]
: Yeah! Yeah! - [SLAPPING.]
- [MOANING.]
WOMAN: Oh, yeah! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder! Yeah, yeah, yeah, harder, harder! LAMAR: This is the cat.
When was this? Two months back, maybe.
Cops still have no idea how it was done.
- He works independent.
- He does.
Matter of fact, motherfucker plays better with Eskimos.
- [CHUCKLES.]
- I don't have time to waste on some hard-on who can't hold a conversation.
Oh, you're paying the bills, he'll talk to you.
He just can't stand the Italians, or the Mexicans, or the Russians, or the Colombians.
- He doesn't work very often then.
- Eh.
He's eccentric like that, but this is a tough proposition, right? You want somebody liable to not crack up on you.
This is a man that can make things happen.
Hang on a second.
Get out of here! LAMAR [MUTTERING.]
: Fuck.
It's gonna cost me a few dollars.
Goddamn thrill seekers.
I blame the Internet.
They spend all day staring at free pussy.
They figure they can just walk up in here and steal the real deal.
Snatch the snatch, get it? How soon can you get a hold of him? Well, how soon you need this done? Nine a.
m.
- As in today? - As in today.
[LAUGHING.]
Woo! Everybody's in a hurry.
Slow down.
You'll live longer, mama.
You're right.
Wish I could.
Must be a fine line playing it close to the vest and staying high enough to wait around this dump.
Here's five.
The rest when you're done.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You think I'm the cat? Like I told you, I'm only the middleman.
I asked around about you, I know you did the same, so let's cut the cute stuff.
Is there even a remote chance you're wearing a wire right now? No.
But you're not gonna show me.
You wanna see bare-ass women, look around.
Here's the exact time and place he'll be at.
If you think you're gonna pull a rope and the net's gonna drop on me, mm-mm, don't do it.
I won't.
Well, that's mighty honorable of you.
The point I want to make: I don't fuck lady cops.
That makes two of us.
You're a girl who's used to calling her own shots, - aren't you? - How'd you pick up on that? - [TV PLAYING INDISTINCTLY.]
- [KNOCKING ON DOOR.]
What are you doing here? Looking for Eddie.
He's not here? - Nope.
- Where is he? Uh, last I heard, he was dropping you off.
Aren't you supposed to be at work? I got there and my dipshit manager said I got the shifts mixed up.
But I didn't.
He just double-booked this crackhead junkie he's trying to play daddy to.
- Can I come in? - Sure.
- What were you doing? - Just watching TV.
I like what you've done with the place.
MALIBU: Eddie said you did time.
Where was that? At Jackson, Michigan.
My mom's originally from Lansing.
I never need to set foot in that state again, no disrespect to your mom.
You're a Marine, too? No, US Army sniper.
That's kind of bad-ass, right? It is what it is.
Where'd you go to learn to do that? Fort Benning, Georgia.
I'm a pretty good dancer.
Okay.
That was kind of random, huh? Sometimes, I skip a beat and think I said something out loud and jump to the next thought.
Like I was thinking, wow, sniper.
That's a bad-ass skill.
Do I have any bad-ass skills? And then I was thinking, I'm a pretty good dancer.
Makes sense.
Even though I didn't say any of it out loud.
I get you.
Tonight, I had planned a whole new choreography that I was really excited about, which sounds corny, but, truth is, half the time you're up there, you're thinking about your taxes or a fight you had with your boyfriend, so it's pretty ironic that tonight, I was looking forward to trying out a new dance.
Is that the correct use of the word ironic? I have to think about that one.
Do you like getting lapped? Hmm? Jail plus Army time means you're, like, a thousand lap dances short compared to your average male civilian.
So, why don't I put on a show just for you? Malibu, I don't think that's such a hot idea.
Mmm.
It's gonna be hot.
Watch.
Are you on something right now? Why, because I'm being friendly? I don't know that I shouldn't be offended by that.
[RADIO STATIONS CHANGING.]
['80S POP SONG PLAYING.]
[GASPS.]
You must've jacked off a lot in prison, huh? What? I said, you must've jacked off a lot in prison.
You do what you gotta do.
Did you have a prison wife? No.
But a lot of guys do that, right? Get another con to play their wife? I didn't do that.
Did you fantasize about different women, or how does it work? The calendar on your wall I always wonder with guys.
Do you think about experiences you had in the past, or do you just invent stuff? Both, I suppose.
I never really gave it much thought.
You pull back the curtains And the sun burns into your eyes You watch a plane flying Across the clear blue sky Tell you what, this'll go in the memory bank.
This is the day your life You're sweet.
This is the day when things fall into Here.
You can touch.
I thought you weren't allowed to touch.
Regular customers, no.
You get your fucking head knocked off by the bouncer, but private, it's a little more flexible.
You could've done anything Do you like me so far? If you'd wanted, and all your You wanna get on the train? What train? [BOTTLE RATTLING.]
Think you're lucky Open up.
What is it? Just a little X.
To get cozy, loosen you up.
It's not like you have to go to work tomorrow, right? [SONG CONTINUES.]
I never really done X before.
No? It's so good for you.
They used to prescribe it in couple's therapy.
It just cuts out all the bullshit.
Makes you more truthful.
And this one is so pure, not so speedy.
Do you like my ass? - Yes.
- My legs? Yeah.
- My tits? - A lot.
[LAUGHS.]
[SIGHS.]
This is so rad.
I'm flying right now.
This is the day Your life will surely Strictly speaking, this next part is not allowed, but when you're patient, God rewards you.
[SONG CONTINUES.]
[SIGHS.]
How does that feel? I have mixed feelings about it.
Poor baby.
You must be so tired of the Vaseline and tissues routine.
It is what it is.
I feel a responsibility like like a nurse in World War II.
[SONG CONTINUES.]
Malibu, I don't think Eddie would understand.
But I wanna support our troops.
You kept our country safe.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR.]
- MCKAY: Fred, open the fuck up! - BOTH: Shit, shit.
[KNOCKING.]
- He knows.
- How? - I don't know.
- You should go in the bathroom.
No.
But we didn't do anything wrong.
[POUNDS ON DOOR.]
MCKAY: Hey! I don't think he's gonna see it that way though.
- Abigail.
- What? My real name is Abigail.
I fucking hate it, but it's better than Malibu.
[KNOCKING.]
Your life will surely change This is the day Your life will surely change This is the day The fuck is wrong with you, man? I fell asleep.
With this queer music on? Shit works on my nerves.
- Get dressed.
- [SONG STOPS.]
Uh, what's up? I've been calling and calling.
I'll explain on the way.
I got your 308 out of storage.
Uh, what are we doing? We gotta bail Kowalski.
Thought you had a broad in here.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[PHONE BUZZING.]
Excuse me.
Yes? BESTIC: I see.
[QUIETLY.]
: Better for you if you sit back down.
BESTIC: Yes.
What do you want, Miljan? I want to end this juvenile rivalry between us.
Consider it done.
But first, I want to finish telling Jett the story I was telling her.
After that, you can do with her whatever you wish.
She will be my personal gift to you.
Please.
[SIGHS.]
So, when Charlie here, not willing to let old bygones be bygones, hired you to steal from me the engagement ring that Cristelle kept until the moment of her death.
A ring that's worth, what, 2,000 bucks? But get this.
It once belonged to Charlie's mother.
So sentimental.
Well, Junior felt obliged to give me the heads up.
Do you remember when I told you about Jean Tingley? Who the fuck is Jean Tingley? BESTIC: Jean Tingley once built a machine simply to watch it self-destruct.
Viktor Solonik needed proof that Charlie had no power.
What are you talking about? You are that proof.
You've met Solonik, haven't you? CHARLIE: Viktor, meet my dear friend, Jett.
Pleasure to meet you, Jett.
Sorry if I kept your friend.
Once.
Viktor Solonik runs things here.
Not everything.
It's astonishing.
You better have thought this all the way through.
This backstabbing cunt has been stealing right from underneath your fucking nose, Charlie.
Gold bricks that you have a stake in.
The roadster you stashed in Portsmouth.
She was just getting started.
He threatened to kill Alice.
BESTIC: Do not get me started on your faggot son.
He killed the judge that you bought.
He pays some speed freak a thousand dollars to memorize a story about heroin shipment, and take a shot at you.
This is all amateur bullshit, but you were too blind to see it.
Your son, Junior, did this to you, you senile old man.
BESTIC: Sit down! To wild cards.
CHARLIE: Better shoot me now, motherf [GUNSHOT.]
As you wish.
[SIGHS.]
[BEEPING.]
[MONITOR BEEPING RHYTHMICALLY.]
Who's there? Hello? [SPEAKS SPANISH.]
Where's the girl? What girl? Don't waste my time.
[SIGHS.]
I don't know.
Oh, I hate when people lie to me.
It'd be so much better for you if you'd just simply tell me what I need to know.
Or else what? [SIGHS.]
You should be afraid of me.
There is nothing you can do to me.
Life already did much worse.
You're just a shadow.
You have no power over me.
Where's Alice? - [SMACKS.]
- Nurse! [MUFFLED GRUNT.]
[GAGGING.]
[RATTLING.]
[EVANS SCREAMS.]
MARIA: Nurse! [PANTING.]
[GRUNTS.]
[PANTING.]
Nurse! [MUFFLED GRUNTING.]
[PHONE CHIMES.]
[PANTING.]
- - Well, I'm running through the world with a gun in my back We're gonna drive straight through, if you wanna catch a nap.
- - I'm not sleepy.
Thought that I was living I'm wide awake.
Been trying to get away from that success smell [REGGAE SONG PLAYING.]
Why are you smiling? - - I'm not.
You look happy.
Do I? Like you just pissed against a church.
I feel really good.
I don't know about you.
Something happened to you in the can.
I love you, too, brother.
You're a weird fucking dude, you know that? [DISTORTED SINGING.]
You're you're my best friend, Eddie.
When I come around - - Never known Kowalski to put something together this last minute, so something major must be going down.
There's a decoy already in place.
She wants you to take the kill-shot.
Copy that.
This man's simplicity was overwhelming towards the end.
It's not your fault, Bennie, so don't make it personal.
There are a lot of guys who could use a man like you.
Now, go on.
Get out of here.
This is a one-time offer only.
She's staying.
- [GUNSHOT.]
- [GRUNTS.]
[GUNFIRE.]
[GUNFIRE.]
[GLASS SHATTERING.]
- [GUNFIRE.]
- [GROANING.]
[GRUNTS.]
[PANTING.]
[CLICKS EMPTY.]
[PANTING.]
You sent this guy? I knew you'd try to pull something.
- [DOOR OPENS.]
- [ALARM BLARING.]
Mr.
Bestic, I'm Walter Parrish, the executive assistant manager.
We need to get you out of here, sir.
There's another gunman in the building.
You need to come with me, please.
What about my wife? Why yes, of course, uh, Mrs.
Bestic.
- I'm fine here.
- Sweetheart, there's another gunman.
You go.
I twisted my ankle.
It's better you come.
For Alice's sake.
[ALARM BLARING.]
- What about Alice? - You'll see.
You'll be safe in here.
Call your friend, Phoenix.
Go on.
- [THUNDER RUMBLING.]
- [TV PLAYING INDISTINCTLY.]
ALICE: Phoenix! No! EVANS: Drive! [TIRES SCREECH.]
[GRUNTS.]
Alice, run! Run! ALICE: Phoenix! [GRUNTING.]
[TIRES SCREECH.]
[SHUTTER SNAP.]
[PHONE RINGING.]
[ALARM BLARING.]
[CROWD CHATTERING.]
- PHOENIX [PHONE.]
: Hello? - It's me.
- [CRYING.]
- [THUNDER RUMBLING.]
He took her.
[SOBBING.]
The guy in Maria's photos.
He took her.
I'm so sorry.
Did you honestly think that I would walk into a situation with you without taking out insurance? - [GUNSHOT.]
- [GLASS SHATTERS.]
[GRUNT.]
Oh, God! [GASPING.]
[SIRENS WAIL.]
What are you doing? - Mr.
Parrish.
- [GROANS.]
I'll take it from here, thank you.
Okay.
Where is she? If you kill me, you will never find her.
[SCREAMS.]
My daughter.
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
Time to go.
- My daughter! - [SCREAMING.]
[GASPING.]
I have nothing personal against you.
Solonik is cleaning house.
I don't know anymore.
I am middleman.
But don't kid yourself.
The Russians will skin you alive.
[SCREAMS.]
BESTIC: This is not you.
You are a professional.
None of what you are doing makes any sense! You're letting your feelings take over.
I'm not gonna argue with you.
You are signing your own death sentence! You keep saying that.
Viktor Solonik will never forgive this.
[SIRENS BLARE.]
He will hunt you down and kill you.
I'll take my chances.
[INAUDIBLE.]
- [GUNSHOT.]
- [BULLET THUDS.]
- [ALARM BLARING.]
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
MAN: Clear the lobby! [SIRENS WAILING.]
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING.]
[SIREN BLARING.]
OFFICER 1: Move it! OFFICER 2: Go! [SIREN BLARING.]
[PHONE KEYPAD BEEPING.]
[PHONE BUZZING.]
- [POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
- [HELICOPTER WHIRRING.]
[SIRENS WAILING.]
[TIRES SCREECH.]
Fred said things got a bit confusing.
He get out? He's out.
[RAPID BREATHING.]
[GASPS.]
What time is it? Eight-thirty.
[SIGHS.]
I fell asleep? What were you dreaming about? What? You were making little sounds in your sleep.
Something was upsetting you.
That's what you wanna talk about, what I was dreaming? What do you wanna talk about? [SIGHS.]
I don't remember any of my dreams since I was 9 or 10.
Back then, I always dreamed of baseball.
Are we really having this conversation? I'll call you when it's done.
I'm not sure I'll be here.
[SIGHS.]
I wouldn't go out wandering, I were you.
It's not that simple.
It never is.
Good luck today.
[SIGHS.]
[DISTANT SIREN WAILS.]
[CLOCK TICKING.]
[SIGHS.]
[SIGHS.]
How you doing, partner? Stop the car.
[HEAVY BREATHING.]
[GROANS.]
[COUGHING.]
[GROANS.]
[SIGHS.]
[PHONE BUZZING.]
[CLICKS.]
[SPINNING CYLINDER.]
[CLICKS.]
[SPINNING CYLINDER.]
[CLICKS.]
[SPINS CYLINDER.]
[SIGHS.]
[SIGHS.]
[CLICKS.]
[CRYING.]
[PHONE BUZZING.]
[WIND BLOWING.]
[BUZZING CONTINUES.]
Jackie? What's wrong? [SOBS.]
He he took Alice.
What? I fucked up.
Are you okay? No.
Where are you right now? Wait.
There's more.
[SIGHS.]
She's yours.
What? [SOBS.]
I know I should be telling you this in person, but I got afraid I wouldn't see you again.
[SNIFFLES.]
You're her father.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you before.
[SIGHS.]
I don't know if she's alive.
I'll help you find her.
[SOBS.]
[WIND BLOWING.]
[SIGHS.]
You're taking a lot of chances walking in there.
I don't have a lot of options.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING.]
There's something about you that makes me want to kick - your fucking face.
- [CHUCKLES.]
Miljan wants to meet, so as she is actually constructing her own plan of how to take him down, he is constructing his plan of how to take her down.
And so it is the ultimate Western showdown.
And they both know that they are very worthy adversaries.
You better have thought this all the way through.
The situation with Miljan, who's been the puppet master all along, it goes back to the same theme of like, the men are the ones that are passionate and romantic and Jett is the one that's practical and logical the entire time.
He threatened to kill Alice.
Charlie refuses to be told by Miljan what to do.
Your son, Junior, did this to you.
But you were too blind to see it.
SEBASTIAN GUTIERREZ: This is a show that bad things happen, people die.
But in that very last moment, it's important to me that he goes out with a sort of honorable fashion.
To wild cards.
[GUNSHOT.]
The fact that Charlie dies because of her, she could have never foreseen that it could have gotten to this place.
Alice, run! Run! ALICE: [YELLING.]
Phoenix! [GRUNTS.]
[SOBS.]
He took her.
CARLA GUGINO: It's not until Miljan says that he has Alice that it changes for her.
Did you honestly think that I would walk into a situation with you without taking out insurance? The thing that really struck me when I read it is that I thought there was no way she would kill him because of Alice.
- [GLASS BREAKS.]
- [MILJAN GRUNTS.]
- Oh, God! - [MILJAN SCREAMS.]
Where's my daughter? At every turn, Jett just does not what a typical not even typical, not what almost any mother would do.
She would rather take a chance finding out the daughter on her own than still being beholden to this guy.
MILJAN: Victor Solonik will never forgive this.
He will hunt you down and kill you.
I'll take my chances.
The very end of the episode is the first moment that she's hit by feelings that she never knew she was capable of having.
She didn't want to feel this way, but that she might have been part of her daughter for sure being in danger and maybe not being alive.
[BULLETS CLATTERING.]
GUTIERREZ: Jack Dillon has completely gone off the edge after the murder of his partner and lover, and at the moment that he's at his lowest and is going to kill himself, Jett reveals that he is Alice's father.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you before.
GUTIERREZ: And I don't necessarily need it to be like a big reveal and more of an inevitable one.
It's like there's a reason why she goes to him.
There's a reason why these two have had a connection.
[VOICE BREAKING.]
I don't know if she's alive.
I'll help you find her.
If the first season was about setting up all these characters and all these pieces on the board and going forward, these characters will figure out how to get back up again, but it is scary what's happening to them and hopefully people will feel that and feel for them and wonder how they're going to get out of this situation.
[MUSIC INTENSIFIES.]
[MUSIC CONCLUDES.]
MARIA: 62,000.
Rent us the house for the year.
Wonder if you'd come for a ride with me.
Let me get my purse.
Have we, or have we not, been getting serious? Why are you trying to provoke me? This is not what a professional does.
This feels personal.
[GUNSHOTS.]
He's a cop.
Detective Dillon.
[GRUNTS.]
Junior.
Junior My name is Charles Ju Charlie, I'm sorry.
We gotta go.
- - Jack Dillon, now come on, I don't want to shoot you.
- What's your idea? - Go somewhere and get a drink.
I need you to run by the house and grab stuff for you and Alice.
- Will you be careful? - Yes.
Call me when you have Alice.
DILLON: You always have to have a plan, ways in, ways out.
- I'm not supposed to be here.
- [PHONE BUZZES.]
Bestic is here? MILJAN BESTIC: Daisy Kowalski.
Let's meet somewhere very public.
Breakfast, 9 a.
m.
- Sleep tight, Daisy.
- [MUSIC CONCLUDES.]
- - [HEELS CLICKING, ECHOING.]
[CLICKS.]
- [LIGHTER CLICKS.]
- [ELEVATOR DINGS.]
[CLICKS.]
[UNLOCKS DOOR.]
NARRATOR: On the platform, the biologist must take his samples, and his chances, among the sharp flensing knives on the blood-slick deck.
[TV PLAYING INDISTINCTLY.]
- [MUTED GUNSHOTS.]
- [BODIES THUD.]
NARRATOR [ON TV.]
: Running does not help.
Teeth are a prime target.
More heat lost.
Life is subject to the general diffusion of all energy.
Concentrated heat was the past.
Diffused heat is the future.
The young lady's heat, eventually, will be lost in outer space.
[WOMAN SIGHS.]
[WOMAN SIGHING.]
[WOMAN SIGHING.]
[INAUDIBLE.]
[WOMAN SIGHS.]
[RECORD CRACKLING, POPPING.]
[MOUTHS.]
[RECORD CRACKLING STOPS.]
[WIND WHOOSHING.]
[DISTANT SHRIEKING.]
[WIND BLOWING.]
[GUNSHOT.]
[RAPID BREATHING.]
[GASPS.]
What time is it? Eight-thirty.
I fell asleep? [SIGHS.]
[CLICKING.]
- RONNIE: Ms.
Kowalski.
- JETT: Ronnie.
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING.]
Follow me, please.
This will be returned to you after.
[SUCKS FINGERS.]
I was starving, so I already started.
Please forgive me.
Do you want to get yourself a plate? - No.
- Are you sure? - Yes.
- You know what they say.
That breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
You seem a little tense.
There's something about you that makes me wanna kick your fucking face in, but I'm all right.
[CHUCKLES.]
I think that you are downplaying it.
What you want to do to me? DILLON: Lamar Benjamin, aka Judge.
Nasty piece of work.
Twice deployed in Iraq, where he had a nervous breakdown at a raid in Fallujah.
Came home, beat his girlfriend to death.
A week later, he killed Jimarcus Hooks, known dope dealer he believed was screwing the girlfriend.
At the trial, they brought in VA psychiatrists to testify, and they declared Lamar insane.
He spent six months at a state hospital in Hawthorne, has been killing people ever since he got out.
JETT: If you know all that, why can't you arrest him? Oh, we arrested him.
In seven years of arrests, convictions, plea bargains, and insanity judgments, Lamar spent a grand total of 10 months behind bars.
This all before he started his little side business of killing for hire.
I'd say he's murdered at least 20 people.
Tell me about the hotel manager.
Hmm, a little squirrelly, - but he's been okay, I guess.
- He's a day manager? Executive assistant manager.
Parrish is who we dealt with during our surveillance.
You want him to set up your guy? I'm not asking for your permission.
You're taking a lot of chances walking in there.
I don't have a lot of options.
Can you get a hold of Parrish? He doesn't need to know any details.
Guy could be sleeping, you know? JETT: He'll no doubt be surprised to see us.
[WHISPERING.]
: Walter! Honey! Walter! - What's wrong? - Shh! I think somebody's in the house.
[SIGHS.]
Don't fall asleep on me.
All right.
I'm awake.
- I'm awake.
- Did you not set the alarm? - Of course I did.
- You forgot again.
- No, I didn't.
- Then how come it didn't go off? - [SIGHS.]
Fuck.
- What are you doing? WALTER: I'm gonna go see downstairs.
We should call 911.
Whoa, whoa.
Don't get ahead of yourself.
Let me check it out.
If you hear me raise my voice, then call the cops.
[LAUGHS.]
That's stupid.
[LIGHT CLICKS.]
- Try to stay calm.
- Jesus Christ! - Who the fuck are you? - It's a home invasion! Annie, Walter, keep your voices down.
This is not a home invasion.
What What do you want? My associate, Detective Dillon, is downstairs.
He would like a word with you, Walter.
- Why? - No, no, I know a Detective Dillon.
What is this about? Come downstairs and we'll explain.
I would've had him come up, but his face is covered in stitches.
It's a little distracting.
And for the record, Walter did not forget to set the alarm tonight.
Let me tell you a story.
After the story, if you still feel like kicking my face in, or worse, well, then, at least you have the information you need to move forward.
Please, sit down.
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful woman, not your garden-variety beautiful.
This woman was dramatically attractive.
She had perfect skin, and full lips, and when she smiled, it could melt an iceberg.
And her name was Cristelle.
And I was so in love with her.
And she loved me, too.
I believe that.
The problem was that she was pregnant with another man's child.
This man, he was a dangerous man.
He was a real gangster.
He's Charlie Baudelaire.
And Charlie, well, he did not take kindly to her telling him that she had feelings for another man while she was carrying his child in her womb.
Well, Charlie yelled at her, and he beat her, and he called her a whore.
In retrospect, I believe we severely underestimated her power over us.
We thought we were tussling over a fashion model.
Two young men marking their territory.
But I digress.
CHARLIE: Sherman Grant Quinn.
- No, no, Chin.
- [DOOR OPENS.]
- Why won't you come in? - Because I'm busy.
- Go to bed, Vivian.
- Answer me this one thing, but tell me the truth this time.
- I always tell the truth.
- [SCOFFS.]
- Like fuck you do.
- Oh, you see? Yeah, well, I don't care for that kind of language.
I don't give a shit what kind of language you care for.
If I gave a shit, I wouldn't be talking at all, would I? You know, you're not making any sense.
I'm making all the sense.
[SIGHS.]
Yeah, maybe you shouldn't drink so much.
Just because you are in your own world and don't make an effort to understand jack shit of what I'm How many times do you come to this fuck pad a month? - Good night, Vivian.
- Bennie, you understand Look, leave Bennie out of this! Go get undressed and get in bed! Oh, ho, ho.
Now, it comes out.
Are we a little horny maybe? We're done here.
Good night.
[PHONE RINGING.]
Charlie says we're done.
Oh, okay, Charlie.
Whatever you say.
Charlie knows best.
No, sir! Yes, sir! Charlie, sir! Get her in bed before I smack her.
- Mrs.
Baudelaire.
- What ever happened to keep Bennie out of this? Why can't you just tuck me in? Good night! [SIGHS.]
- Yes.
- BESTIC [OVER PHONE.]
: Charlie? Miljan Bestic.
How'd you get this number? I heard about your son.
Nothing I can say will make that better.
But I have a proposition for you.
More like a gift.
[SIGHS.]
VIVIAN: Why doesn't he want to tuck me in? Doesn't even want to touch me, he's so tired out from all of his skanky whores.
He has no need for this.
- Vivian - [SNIFFLES.]
His son was murdered today.
Do you know I almost got murdered, too? You told me, yes.
He was so close.
I almost peed in my pants.
[SNIFFLES.]
I'm gonna go now.
Help me with this first.
Please? [SIGHS.]
She's gonna be fine.
- [VIVIAN WHIMPERS.]
- [GLASS SHATTERS.]
[SIGHS.]
Who else do you want me to try? That's it for tonight.
[SIGHS.]
When the baby was born, Charlie sent some men to steal it from her because he knew that if it was raised under her hand, the child would grow to hate his father, and he would not have a proper heir for the business he was building.
So, Charlie brought Junior here, and he raised him in the States.
And I dated this woman in the aftermath of this awful tragedy.
A mother having her child stolen from her.
Can you imagine that? Of course you can.
- - BESTIC: Many years later, I learned that Junior was in Marseilles, doing business in his father's name.
He is buying weapons from this particularly nasty arms dealer that I know.
So, I insert myself into this evening.
And I watch him, and I talk to him.
It's Junior.
His eyes reminded me so much of my dearly departed Cristelle.
Her death was no accident.
Charlie was behind it, bet you didn't know that.
[CHUCKLES.]
Am I boring you? So, I am boring you.
Only a little.
Well, that evening in Marseilles was one of degenerate debauchery.
There were drugs, fucking, beatings, what have you.
And I make sure that Junior is roasted and toasted beyond fucking imagination so that when he wakes up in the morning with three underage male prostitutes chopped in pieces, well, he's beside himself.
And I help him.
And I counseled him.
I clean up his mess.
Do you follow what I am saying? Yes.
I don't think that you do.
No matter how Charlie tried to raise his child to do as he was told, Junior grew up spiteful.
A snake snapping at its own tail, so you used that.
You can imagine the level of gratitude he feels for me.
You can imagine the immense debt he owes me, knowing that I have pictures of his misadventures.
Pictures that, at any moment, I could give to the task force that is investigating the Baudelaires.
You know some of those detectives, I believe.
Whatever you think you're doing, whatever provocation you believe will catch me off guard, I'm not interested.
I came here to tell you, I will not do what you ask me to do.
I won't do anything more for you.
I assume you came in the hopes of killing me.
But killing me will not solve your problem with Charlie, so why don't you just kill him instead, and settle our account? Charlie and I will work out our differences without you.
You can't honestly believe that.
We're done, you and I.
We are not done.
We are done.
[DOOR OPENS.]
BESTIC: Perfect timing.
Charlie.
[NEON SIGN BUZZING.]
- [SULTRY MUSIC PLAYING.]
- WOMAN [ON VIDEO.]
: Yeah! Yeah! - [SLAPPING.]
- [MOANING.]
WOMAN: Oh, yeah! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder! Yeah, yeah, yeah, harder, harder! LAMAR: This is the cat.
When was this? Two months back, maybe.
Cops still have no idea how it was done.
- He works independent.
- He does.
Matter of fact, motherfucker plays better with Eskimos.
- [CHUCKLES.]
- I don't have time to waste on some hard-on who can't hold a conversation.
Oh, you're paying the bills, he'll talk to you.
He just can't stand the Italians, or the Mexicans, or the Russians, or the Colombians.
- He doesn't work very often then.
- Eh.
He's eccentric like that, but this is a tough proposition, right? You want somebody liable to not crack up on you.
This is a man that can make things happen.
Hang on a second.
Get out of here! LAMAR [MUTTERING.]
: Fuck.
It's gonna cost me a few dollars.
Goddamn thrill seekers.
I blame the Internet.
They spend all day staring at free pussy.
They figure they can just walk up in here and steal the real deal.
Snatch the snatch, get it? How soon can you get a hold of him? Well, how soon you need this done? Nine a.
m.
- As in today? - As in today.
[LAUGHING.]
Woo! Everybody's in a hurry.
Slow down.
You'll live longer, mama.
You're right.
Wish I could.
Must be a fine line playing it close to the vest and staying high enough to wait around this dump.
Here's five.
The rest when you're done.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You think I'm the cat? Like I told you, I'm only the middleman.
I asked around about you, I know you did the same, so let's cut the cute stuff.
Is there even a remote chance you're wearing a wire right now? No.
But you're not gonna show me.
You wanna see bare-ass women, look around.
Here's the exact time and place he'll be at.
If you think you're gonna pull a rope and the net's gonna drop on me, mm-mm, don't do it.
I won't.
Well, that's mighty honorable of you.
The point I want to make: I don't fuck lady cops.
That makes two of us.
You're a girl who's used to calling her own shots, - aren't you? - How'd you pick up on that? - [TV PLAYING INDISTINCTLY.]
- [KNOCKING ON DOOR.]
What are you doing here? Looking for Eddie.
He's not here? - Nope.
- Where is he? Uh, last I heard, he was dropping you off.
Aren't you supposed to be at work? I got there and my dipshit manager said I got the shifts mixed up.
But I didn't.
He just double-booked this crackhead junkie he's trying to play daddy to.
- Can I come in? - Sure.
- What were you doing? - Just watching TV.
I like what you've done with the place.
MALIBU: Eddie said you did time.
Where was that? At Jackson, Michigan.
My mom's originally from Lansing.
I never need to set foot in that state again, no disrespect to your mom.
You're a Marine, too? No, US Army sniper.
That's kind of bad-ass, right? It is what it is.
Where'd you go to learn to do that? Fort Benning, Georgia.
I'm a pretty good dancer.
Okay.
That was kind of random, huh? Sometimes, I skip a beat and think I said something out loud and jump to the next thought.
Like I was thinking, wow, sniper.
That's a bad-ass skill.
Do I have any bad-ass skills? And then I was thinking, I'm a pretty good dancer.
Makes sense.
Even though I didn't say any of it out loud.
I get you.
Tonight, I had planned a whole new choreography that I was really excited about, which sounds corny, but, truth is, half the time you're up there, you're thinking about your taxes or a fight you had with your boyfriend, so it's pretty ironic that tonight, I was looking forward to trying out a new dance.
Is that the correct use of the word ironic? I have to think about that one.
Do you like getting lapped? Hmm? Jail plus Army time means you're, like, a thousand lap dances short compared to your average male civilian.
So, why don't I put on a show just for you? Malibu, I don't think that's such a hot idea.
Mmm.
It's gonna be hot.
Watch.
Are you on something right now? Why, because I'm being friendly? I don't know that I shouldn't be offended by that.
[RADIO STATIONS CHANGING.]
['80S POP SONG PLAYING.]
[GASPS.]
You must've jacked off a lot in prison, huh? What? I said, you must've jacked off a lot in prison.
You do what you gotta do.
Did you have a prison wife? No.
But a lot of guys do that, right? Get another con to play their wife? I didn't do that.
Did you fantasize about different women, or how does it work? The calendar on your wall I always wonder with guys.
Do you think about experiences you had in the past, or do you just invent stuff? Both, I suppose.
I never really gave it much thought.
You pull back the curtains And the sun burns into your eyes You watch a plane flying Across the clear blue sky Tell you what, this'll go in the memory bank.
This is the day your life You're sweet.
This is the day when things fall into Here.
You can touch.
I thought you weren't allowed to touch.
Regular customers, no.
You get your fucking head knocked off by the bouncer, but private, it's a little more flexible.
You could've done anything Do you like me so far? If you'd wanted, and all your You wanna get on the train? What train? [BOTTLE RATTLING.]
Think you're lucky Open up.
What is it? Just a little X.
To get cozy, loosen you up.
It's not like you have to go to work tomorrow, right? [SONG CONTINUES.]
I never really done X before.
No? It's so good for you.
They used to prescribe it in couple's therapy.
It just cuts out all the bullshit.
Makes you more truthful.
And this one is so pure, not so speedy.
Do you like my ass? - Yes.
- My legs? Yeah.
- My tits? - A lot.
[LAUGHS.]
[SIGHS.]
This is so rad.
I'm flying right now.
This is the day Your life will surely Strictly speaking, this next part is not allowed, but when you're patient, God rewards you.
[SONG CONTINUES.]
[SIGHS.]
How does that feel? I have mixed feelings about it.
Poor baby.
You must be so tired of the Vaseline and tissues routine.
It is what it is.
I feel a responsibility like like a nurse in World War II.
[SONG CONTINUES.]
Malibu, I don't think Eddie would understand.
But I wanna support our troops.
You kept our country safe.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR.]
- MCKAY: Fred, open the fuck up! - BOTH: Shit, shit.
[KNOCKING.]
- He knows.
- How? - I don't know.
- You should go in the bathroom.
No.
But we didn't do anything wrong.
[POUNDS ON DOOR.]
MCKAY: Hey! I don't think he's gonna see it that way though.
- Abigail.
- What? My real name is Abigail.
I fucking hate it, but it's better than Malibu.
[KNOCKING.]
Your life will surely change This is the day Your life will surely change This is the day The fuck is wrong with you, man? I fell asleep.
With this queer music on? Shit works on my nerves.
- Get dressed.
- [SONG STOPS.]
Uh, what's up? I've been calling and calling.
I'll explain on the way.
I got your 308 out of storage.
Uh, what are we doing? We gotta bail Kowalski.
Thought you had a broad in here.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[PHONE BUZZING.]
Excuse me.
Yes? BESTIC: I see.
[QUIETLY.]
: Better for you if you sit back down.
BESTIC: Yes.
What do you want, Miljan? I want to end this juvenile rivalry between us.
Consider it done.
But first, I want to finish telling Jett the story I was telling her.
After that, you can do with her whatever you wish.
She will be my personal gift to you.
Please.
[SIGHS.]
So, when Charlie here, not willing to let old bygones be bygones, hired you to steal from me the engagement ring that Cristelle kept until the moment of her death.
A ring that's worth, what, 2,000 bucks? But get this.
It once belonged to Charlie's mother.
So sentimental.
Well, Junior felt obliged to give me the heads up.
Do you remember when I told you about Jean Tingley? Who the fuck is Jean Tingley? BESTIC: Jean Tingley once built a machine simply to watch it self-destruct.
Viktor Solonik needed proof that Charlie had no power.
What are you talking about? You are that proof.
You've met Solonik, haven't you? CHARLIE: Viktor, meet my dear friend, Jett.
Pleasure to meet you, Jett.
Sorry if I kept your friend.
Once.
Viktor Solonik runs things here.
Not everything.
It's astonishing.
You better have thought this all the way through.
This backstabbing cunt has been stealing right from underneath your fucking nose, Charlie.
Gold bricks that you have a stake in.
The roadster you stashed in Portsmouth.
She was just getting started.
He threatened to kill Alice.
BESTIC: Do not get me started on your faggot son.
He killed the judge that you bought.
He pays some speed freak a thousand dollars to memorize a story about heroin shipment, and take a shot at you.
This is all amateur bullshit, but you were too blind to see it.
Your son, Junior, did this to you, you senile old man.
BESTIC: Sit down! To wild cards.
CHARLIE: Better shoot me now, motherf [GUNSHOT.]
As you wish.
[SIGHS.]
[BEEPING.]
[MONITOR BEEPING RHYTHMICALLY.]
Who's there? Hello? [SPEAKS SPANISH.]
Where's the girl? What girl? Don't waste my time.
[SIGHS.]
I don't know.
Oh, I hate when people lie to me.
It'd be so much better for you if you'd just simply tell me what I need to know.
Or else what? [SIGHS.]
You should be afraid of me.
There is nothing you can do to me.
Life already did much worse.
You're just a shadow.
You have no power over me.
Where's Alice? - [SMACKS.]
- Nurse! [MUFFLED GRUNT.]
[GAGGING.]
[RATTLING.]
[EVANS SCREAMS.]
MARIA: Nurse! [PANTING.]
[GRUNTS.]
[PANTING.]
Nurse! [MUFFLED GRUNTING.]
[PHONE CHIMES.]
[PANTING.]
- - Well, I'm running through the world with a gun in my back We're gonna drive straight through, if you wanna catch a nap.
- - I'm not sleepy.
Thought that I was living I'm wide awake.
Been trying to get away from that success smell [REGGAE SONG PLAYING.]
Why are you smiling? - - I'm not.
You look happy.
Do I? Like you just pissed against a church.
I feel really good.
I don't know about you.
Something happened to you in the can.
I love you, too, brother.
You're a weird fucking dude, you know that? [DISTORTED SINGING.]
You're you're my best friend, Eddie.
When I come around - - Never known Kowalski to put something together this last minute, so something major must be going down.
There's a decoy already in place.
She wants you to take the kill-shot.
Copy that.
This man's simplicity was overwhelming towards the end.
It's not your fault, Bennie, so don't make it personal.
There are a lot of guys who could use a man like you.
Now, go on.
Get out of here.
This is a one-time offer only.
She's staying.
- [GUNSHOT.]
- [GRUNTS.]
[GUNFIRE.]
[GUNFIRE.]
[GLASS SHATTERING.]
- [GUNFIRE.]
- [GROANING.]
[GRUNTS.]
[PANTING.]
[CLICKS EMPTY.]
[PANTING.]
You sent this guy? I knew you'd try to pull something.
- [DOOR OPENS.]
- [ALARM BLARING.]
Mr.
Bestic, I'm Walter Parrish, the executive assistant manager.
We need to get you out of here, sir.
There's another gunman in the building.
You need to come with me, please.
What about my wife? Why yes, of course, uh, Mrs.
Bestic.
- I'm fine here.
- Sweetheart, there's another gunman.
You go.
I twisted my ankle.
It's better you come.
For Alice's sake.
[ALARM BLARING.]
- What about Alice? - You'll see.
You'll be safe in here.
Call your friend, Phoenix.
Go on.
- [THUNDER RUMBLING.]
- [TV PLAYING INDISTINCTLY.]
ALICE: Phoenix! No! EVANS: Drive! [TIRES SCREECH.]
[GRUNTS.]
Alice, run! Run! ALICE: Phoenix! [GRUNTING.]
[TIRES SCREECH.]
[SHUTTER SNAP.]
[PHONE RINGING.]
[ALARM BLARING.]
[CROWD CHATTERING.]
- PHOENIX [PHONE.]
: Hello? - It's me.
- [CRYING.]
- [THUNDER RUMBLING.]
He took her.
[SOBBING.]
The guy in Maria's photos.
He took her.
I'm so sorry.
Did you honestly think that I would walk into a situation with you without taking out insurance? - [GUNSHOT.]
- [GLASS SHATTERS.]
[GRUNT.]
Oh, God! [GASPING.]
[SIRENS WAIL.]
What are you doing? - Mr.
Parrish.
- [GROANS.]
I'll take it from here, thank you.
Okay.
Where is she? If you kill me, you will never find her.
[SCREAMS.]
My daughter.
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
Time to go.
- My daughter! - [SCREAMING.]
[GASPING.]
I have nothing personal against you.
Solonik is cleaning house.
I don't know anymore.
I am middleman.
But don't kid yourself.
The Russians will skin you alive.
[SCREAMS.]
BESTIC: This is not you.
You are a professional.
None of what you are doing makes any sense! You're letting your feelings take over.
I'm not gonna argue with you.
You are signing your own death sentence! You keep saying that.
Viktor Solonik will never forgive this.
[SIRENS BLARE.]
He will hunt you down and kill you.
I'll take my chances.
[INAUDIBLE.]
- [GUNSHOT.]
- [BULLET THUDS.]
- [ALARM BLARING.]
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
MAN: Clear the lobby! [SIRENS WAILING.]
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING.]
[SIREN BLARING.]
OFFICER 1: Move it! OFFICER 2: Go! [SIREN BLARING.]
[PHONE KEYPAD BEEPING.]
[PHONE BUZZING.]
- [POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
- [HELICOPTER WHIRRING.]
[SIRENS WAILING.]
[TIRES SCREECH.]
Fred said things got a bit confusing.
He get out? He's out.
[RAPID BREATHING.]
[GASPS.]
What time is it? Eight-thirty.
[SIGHS.]
I fell asleep? What were you dreaming about? What? You were making little sounds in your sleep.
Something was upsetting you.
That's what you wanna talk about, what I was dreaming? What do you wanna talk about? [SIGHS.]
I don't remember any of my dreams since I was 9 or 10.
Back then, I always dreamed of baseball.
Are we really having this conversation? I'll call you when it's done.
I'm not sure I'll be here.
[SIGHS.]
I wouldn't go out wandering, I were you.
It's not that simple.
It never is.
Good luck today.
[SIGHS.]
[DISTANT SIREN WAILS.]
[CLOCK TICKING.]
[SIGHS.]
[SIGHS.]
How you doing, partner? Stop the car.
[HEAVY BREATHING.]
[GROANS.]
[COUGHING.]
[GROANS.]
[SIGHS.]
[PHONE BUZZING.]
[CLICKS.]
[SPINNING CYLINDER.]
[CLICKS.]
[SPINNING CYLINDER.]
[CLICKS.]
[SPINS CYLINDER.]
[SIGHS.]
[SIGHS.]
[CLICKS.]
[CRYING.]
[PHONE BUZZING.]
[WIND BLOWING.]
[BUZZING CONTINUES.]
Jackie? What's wrong? [SOBS.]
He he took Alice.
What? I fucked up.
Are you okay? No.
Where are you right now? Wait.
There's more.
[SIGHS.]
She's yours.
What? [SOBS.]
I know I should be telling you this in person, but I got afraid I wouldn't see you again.
[SNIFFLES.]
You're her father.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you before.
[SIGHS.]
I don't know if she's alive.
I'll help you find her.
[SOBS.]
[WIND BLOWING.]
[SIGHS.]
You're taking a lot of chances walking in there.
I don't have a lot of options.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING.]
There's something about you that makes me want to kick - your fucking face.
- [CHUCKLES.]
Miljan wants to meet, so as she is actually constructing her own plan of how to take him down, he is constructing his plan of how to take her down.
And so it is the ultimate Western showdown.
And they both know that they are very worthy adversaries.
You better have thought this all the way through.
The situation with Miljan, who's been the puppet master all along, it goes back to the same theme of like, the men are the ones that are passionate and romantic and Jett is the one that's practical and logical the entire time.
He threatened to kill Alice.
Charlie refuses to be told by Miljan what to do.
Your son, Junior, did this to you.
But you were too blind to see it.
SEBASTIAN GUTIERREZ: This is a show that bad things happen, people die.
But in that very last moment, it's important to me that he goes out with a sort of honorable fashion.
To wild cards.
[GUNSHOT.]
The fact that Charlie dies because of her, she could have never foreseen that it could have gotten to this place.
Alice, run! Run! ALICE: [YELLING.]
Phoenix! [GRUNTS.]
[SOBS.]
He took her.
CARLA GUGINO: It's not until Miljan says that he has Alice that it changes for her.
Did you honestly think that I would walk into a situation with you without taking out insurance? The thing that really struck me when I read it is that I thought there was no way she would kill him because of Alice.
- [GLASS BREAKS.]
- [MILJAN GRUNTS.]
- Oh, God! - [MILJAN SCREAMS.]
Where's my daughter? At every turn, Jett just does not what a typical not even typical, not what almost any mother would do.
She would rather take a chance finding out the daughter on her own than still being beholden to this guy.
MILJAN: Victor Solonik will never forgive this.
He will hunt you down and kill you.
I'll take my chances.
The very end of the episode is the first moment that she's hit by feelings that she never knew she was capable of having.
She didn't want to feel this way, but that she might have been part of her daughter for sure being in danger and maybe not being alive.
[BULLETS CLATTERING.]
GUTIERREZ: Jack Dillon has completely gone off the edge after the murder of his partner and lover, and at the moment that he's at his lowest and is going to kill himself, Jett reveals that he is Alice's father.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you before.
GUTIERREZ: And I don't necessarily need it to be like a big reveal and more of an inevitable one.
It's like there's a reason why she goes to him.
There's a reason why these two have had a connection.
[VOICE BREAKING.]
I don't know if she's alive.
I'll help you find her.
If the first season was about setting up all these characters and all these pieces on the board and going forward, these characters will figure out how to get back up again, but it is scary what's happening to them and hopefully people will feel that and feel for them and wonder how they're going to get out of this situation.
[MUSIC INTENSIFIES.]
[MUSIC CONCLUDES.]