Previously on Tell Me a Story...
What did your sack-of-shit brother do now?
You have worked too hard to turn your life around.
Who is that?!
It's the boyfriend of the dead woman.
It's you he's after.
Jesus Christ!
Tell me the name of the third pig.
Carla. Oh, baby. Oh, God.
I'm sorry.
Mmm.
I can't do this anymore.
- So, what do you do, Nick? - English teacher at Westside Heights.
My daughter goes there.
- It's a small world. - Mm-hmm.
I found this.
$2 million. We need to hit the road.
Gabe. Hannah.
Hi, Mom.
Who is that?
NYPD.
You two need to go back to New York
with these detectives.
They're not cops.
Hannah? Hannah?!
Hannah? Hannah?
Hannah?
Hannah, I'm gonna get you out of there.
We were hit. Don't worry.
- I got you. - Hey, Terry. Terry, don't go out there.
Listen, listen, keep your head down. I'll be right back.
It's not safe! Don't go!
Terry!
No! Terry!
Oh. Oh, Hannah! Hannah!
Hannah? Hannah?!
Hannah?
Hey, Hannah, are you okay?
Okay.
My leg. I can't move.
Ah, fuck, it hurts!
Can you walk?
I'm not sure.
Are they dead?
I think so.
Oh, shit.
No signal.
Maybe if we get back to the road.
- Yeah. - Lean on me.
Come on.
There you go.
Oh, God.
- Hannah, come on! - Let's go!
What the fuck?
Move! Let's go!
Come on.
Come on, let's go!
Move!
Hey, Matt. How are the kids?
Growing like weeds. What are you doing here?
This isn't your jurisdiction.
Eddie Longo is a suspect in a case I'm working.
Thought I'd be nosy.
Looks like your suspect killed his girl,
then turned on himself. Full of drugs, I'm guessing.
And you're certain it's a suicide?
Yup, he was inside the trailer.
Fired through the door.
Shot his girlfriend, then killed himself.
Any possibility it was staged?
Well, the tech says it was the same gun.
Prints and bullet trajectory don't lie.
And... there was four grand cash inside.
I don't see it.
Garcia, you got to see this.
Fuck me.
Take the other side!
Bag it for me!
- You ready? - Yup.
Mitch Longo, right?
Yeah.
I'm sorry for your loss.
If it's all right, I'd like to ask you a few questions.
Yeah, but I already answered
- a bunch of questions. - Is there anyone
who would want your brother dead?
He killed himself.
I realize that,
but I'm trying to understand what kind of state of mind
your brother was in when he took his life.
He was on fucking drugs!
That's what kind of state.
Were you aware your brother was a person of interest
in a recent jewelry store heist?
I don't know anything about that.
You don't exactly have a clean record,
do you, Mr. Longo?
I've turned my life around!
I got a legit job, I'm making a clean living now!
Where are they taking him?
The Medical Examiner's Office.
Part of the process, sir.
Tell you what, that's all for now.
I love this.
It's so different from your others, what...
What do you call this? Abstract expressionism?
- It's called "not finished yet." - Ah.
But my mom would call it modern neo-romanticism,
if that's even a thing.
- Morning. - Good morning.
Morning.
Ah, how are you feeling, Mom?
Ah, better. It was just a little cold.
Kayla's loading me up with soup and, uh, vitamin C.
- Are you hungry? - Uh, I should go.
Oh, I... I made enough for all of us.
Yeah, I'm a little hungry.
Jesus, this is amazing.
- Mm. - Thanks.
She got every bit of Abby's talent.
Well, there's a Broadway dancer and a master chef
on this side of the family, so...
who knows where I got it from?
Oh, I, uh, almost, uh, forgot.
I-I met one of your teachers at the restaurant last night.
Um... Nick?
Uh, Mr., uh, Sullivan, your English teacher.
Oh, yeah? Where, um...? What was he doing there?
Having a drink at the bar.
Anyway, he spoke very well of you.
Said you were a great student.
- Mm. - Small world, huh?
Yeah.
Carla! Carla!
No, no, no. No one was supposed to die.
No one was supposed to die.
That's my line.
You're not really here.
Of course I'm not.
Still not here.
- Mm. - Go away.
That's up to you.
I'm simply a manifestation of your own guilt.
You killed yourself.
And Carla.
That is all on you, you crazy drug addict.
And you're not responsible for any of it.
No culpability or
accountability.
That story sounds really familiar.
Oh, wait. It's my story.
If you had just told me
who shot Beth.
It is your guilt that got Carla killed,
your guilt that pulled the trigger.
You're right... I do feel guilty.
Beth was never supposed to die.
It was just a job to get some money,
to get ahead for once in my life.
- You got what was coming. - There it is.
Denial posing as self-righteous anger.
Welcome to the world, Jordan.
- Drink up. - Tell me who the third pig is.
You're really hung up on this eye-for-an-eye shit, huh?
And what happens if you do find him?
I'll kill him.
Ah.
I didn't buy that for one second.
You want to try that again?
Hmm?
You're no killer.
Yes, I am.
You don't have what it takes to pull the trigger.
Really?
I bet your brothers ready to talk.
Mitch will fucking eat you alive.
We'll see about that.
You know, I don't know my fairy tales very well,
but in The Three Piggies...
...I don't think the wolf made it.
Kayla.
Why did you go to my dad's restaurant last night?
I went for a drink.
Bullshit.
Okay.
I was upset.
You kicked me to the curb, Kayla.
And... you said it was because of your dad,
so I wanted to meet the guy.
- What the hell? - I thought maybe I could
help patch things up between you two, and...
you would be in a better place for us.
It's not your place to play peacemaker.
The last thing I want to do is make you upset.
I'm-I'm sorry. It was a bad idea.
It was a really bad idea.
Don't you get it? Our whole relationship was a bad idea.
- That's not true. - Yes, it is.
- Nick, you know this. - I know you need
- some space right... - What is wrong with you?
I won't interfere anymore. I promise.
You need to leave me alone.
I can't make that any more clear.
Okay, class,
take your seats, please, and we'll get started.
Class, seats, now.
I said sit the fuck down!
Hey.
Kayla, what was that all about?
It's all fucked up, Laney.
What happened?
Looking good.
Jordan,
I've called, texted, left messages.
Just call me back, man.
I'm worried about you.
- Hey. - Hey.
I overheard.
Is everything okay with Jordan?
I went to go see Jordan yesterday.
He's, uh...
he's not doing... too well.
- He's grieving. - Yeah, but...
it's more than that.
What do you mean?
I'm worried about him.
Part of me just wants to go over there and check on him again,
but I don't even know if he'll answer the door this time.
I could go with you.
He might open it for me.
You sure?
Give me five. I'll meet you in the lobby.
- Let me carry that. - It's all right.
Come on, G.I. Jane. Hand it over.
One bar.
Fuck.
You called out for Terry.
What? When?
In the car.
Before you woke up.
You kept saying his name.
You, um, you told him not to leave.
It's nothing.
It didn't sound like nothing.
Okay, I have my moments.
It happens a lot to soldiers.
It's the prize they don't tell you about when you enlist.
You saved his life.
Like I keep saving your ass.
Well, maybe, one day, I can return the favor.
Oh, you can step up anytime.
Yeah. Okay.
- Oh, fuck! Get down! - Oh, fuck!
Go. Run. I'll catch up with you.
No, I'm not gonna leave you!
I'll be right behind you!
Gabe.
Damn it, Gabe.
That's stalker shit.
He's crazier than Ethan,
who, by the way, hasn't called or texted.
Has fallen off the face of the earth.
Good.
Why would Nick want to meet your dad?
That's just creepy.
I know. When I told him it was over,
he had this look on his face like he didn't understand.
Dude has taken a break from reality.
Yeah, he took it pretty hard.
What do you know about him, anyway?
Nothing, really. He's an English teacher.
Substitute teacher, remember?
Did he tell you where he's from?
We met at that club and...
No, no, I don't really know anything about him.
I-I looked online already.
He doesn't have a Facebook or Instagram.
We're gonna have to google deep.
Where's your computer?
Okay, there's, like, a thousand Nick Sullivan's in New York City.
How do you know he's from here?
I don't.
Um, try the school website.
Teaching staff. He might have a bio there.
Okay, he was born and raised in Naples, Florida.
"Naples, Florida, Nick Sullivan."
Okay, I found a picture with his name on it.
Let me see.
What's the caption say?
"Joshua Sullivan pushes his brother, Nick Sullivan,"
"across the finish line at the eighth annual"
"Happy To Heal 5K Walk/Run."
Wait, did you read that right?
It says Nick is the one in the wheelchair?
Hold up, okay.
"Joshua Sullivan, high school yearbook photo."
Then Teach isn't who he says he is.
Why did he use his brother's name?
That's some shady shit.
Somethings not right.
Mm-mm. Keep reading.
After he graduated from high school,
he attended Naples University, then pursued a PhD
in Comparative Literature...
Oh, my God.
What is it?
Jordan, it's me.
What do you think? Is he in there?
Hell if I know.
We could find out.
What are those?
Spare set of keys Jordan keeps in his desk.
Jordan?
Oh, my God.
He's not here.
I guess this was a bust.
Well, we can't leave it like this.
You gonna help or not?
After my dad died,
my place looked like this.
Not this bad, but...
it was close.
This would have been me, but I had
to keep it together for Kayla.
Jordan doesn't have that kind of anchor.
He's just...
spiraling.
How is Kayla?
Better, I think.
So my advice worked?
Mitch went to the coroner's office.
He had to release the body for the autopsy.
I don't know when he'll be back, but...
I can't stay here anymore.
I don't believe a word he says.
Tell Dad I'll be there soon.
Okay?
Fuck.
Nice and easy.
Turn around
and start walking.
Damn it.
Where's your sister?
- I don't know. - Where's the money?
I've got the boy.
The girl still has the money.
Hello.
Hello?
Fuck.
Reception sucks out here, huh?
Keep moving.
I can't. My leg, I'm hurt.
You want me to shoot you in your other leg?
Dude, seriously. I can't walk.
I told you.
I can't walk!
Shit!
Shell?
Shelley?!
Motherfucker.
Did you like your gift?
Where the fuck is Shelley?
I wasn't sure you were getting the analogy
so I went literal this time.
Where's my fucking wife?
Fuck! Baby, baby.
I'm gonna fucking kill you.
I have given you every opportunity
to tell me who killed Beth, and you have been too stupid
to say and now we are here, Mitch.
With Shelley about to die.
Now would be a good time to speak up.
I am going to fucking rip you apart!
His name, Mitch.
I swear to God, you're a fucking dead man.
You give me the man who killed Beth
and you'll get Shelley back.
Where?
I'll be in touch.
H-Hey!
Are you okay, son?
Yeah.
What happened?
Uh, car accident.
I'm calling 911. Let me get my phone.
No, it's fine. I'm fine.
Well, honey, you're hurt.
I'll be okay, but I do need to call someone.
Is it okay if I use your phone?
Of course. Let me get it.
It's right here.
Ugh.
Here, have some water.
Thank you. Mmm.
Thank you.
- Hello. - Hannah, it's me.
Where are you?
Uh, I'm in a rest stop off the main road.
Uh, the Sweet Valley Canyon Picnic Area.
- Exit 17, hon. - Exit 17.
- I'm coming. - And Han...
You're breaking up.
Someone coming to get you?
Yeah, yeah, my sister.
I think there...
- Somethings wrong. - Shh. Shh.
Dear, it's okay.
Here, why don't you rest
until she gets here?
But I feel...
Don't fight it.
Just sleep now.
Help me get him in the back.
The sisters on her way.
Don't fuck it up this time.
Are you sure about this?
How do you know you'll find anything?
I need to know the truth, Laney.
Call me the second he comes back here.
I will. Be careful.
What's up?
It's not working. I can't get his door open.
Wiggle it to the right, you'll feel the bumper key catch.
- I'm doing that. - And when it catches, tap hard once.
- Hello? What's going on? - I'm trying.
Girl, this is not your future, you need to stay in school.
Yeah. No shit. Wait.
It opened. I'm in.
- Where is Nick? - You've got some time.
- He's getting coffee. - Okay.
Call me when he starts back.
Hey.
I'm just heading out for the night.
I wanted to check in and see if you'd heard from Jordan.
No, not yet.
Well... we don't give up.
No, we don't.
Thank you again... for today.
You know, it was the next best thing to a date.
Yeah.
You really are shy.
Ah.
I'm a little out of practice
when it comes to... dating and...
women.
Katrina, would you like to go out sometime?
Hmm, let me think...
Yes. When?
That was supposed to come after the date, right?
- Yeah. - I got this all wrong.
I'll work on it.
I'm happy to help.
It's about fucking time.
Here's the deal.
You meet me with the third pig at 10:00
at the warehouse off of Jefferson.
How-how do I know that Shelley's okay?
Show up.
This fucking guy, he really went off the deep end.
I'm sorry I had to get you involved.
I didn't know what else to do.
No, no, no, no, no.
You did the right thing.
You did, reaching out.
I appreciate you having my back.
I'm gonna take this guy out tonight.
You all right with that?
I don't give a shit.
I just want to get Shelley back.
Gabe?
Where's the money?
Where's Gabe?
You don't have to worry about him right now.
Really?
Did you get her?
He tried to.
Where is my brother?
The money for your brother.
If you hurt him...
Go home, Hannah.
I'll be in touch.
Shh.
Where are we?
Somewhere we won't be disturbed.
Looks like we're early.
Why are you doing this?
What was with the suitcase?
The what?
Your suitcase.
Where were you going?
I was leaving.
Why?
I gave up on him.
Do you love him?
I love him, but Mitch is never gonna be
the man I want him to be, and I finally had to accept
I married half a good guy.
What'd he do to you?
Your husband...
his brother...
and some mysterious...
third fucktard...
destroyed my life.
Stay where you are.
Put your hands up where I can see them.
You don't... Hey, hey, hey.
You don't gotta have the gun to her head.
- Put the gun down. - I don't think so.
Where is he?
He'll be here.
If you fucking lie to me...
Take it easy with her.
Where is he?!
I believe I'm the man you're looking for.
Put your gun down. I'll kill her.
Really?
Do you know how hard it is to kill somebody for the first time?
I will do it! Put your gun down!
Please...
Nah.
I said put it down!
Sam, put your gun down. He's got Shelley.
I'm not gonna put it down, 'cause I don't believe
you can go through with it.
You're not a killer, Jordan.
You're a bitch-ass motherfucker.
Sam!
Man, w-what are you doing?! Do what he says!
Go ahead, kill her.
I don't think you can.
It's your move, Jordan.
What'd I say?
Told ya.
Oh, please... Let me go!
Go ahead.
Kill her.
Yeah. Kill her.
- Do it! - Do it.
Don't don't it! Sam, what the fuck?!
Just what I thought.
Shelley!
Hey. Laney.
What's going on?
Nothing.
Where's Kayla?
I don't know. Home, prob... I haven't seen her.
What-what are you up to?
- I live on this block. - Really?
Really.
I'll see you in class, Laney.
You got it.
Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up.
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