["Modern Love" playing]
[mouthing] ♪ I know when to go out ♪
♪ I know when to stay in ♪
♪ Get things done ♪
- [normal] Yeah. Yeah. - [laughs] I know.
[both] ♪ I catch the paper boy But things don't really change ♪
♪ I'm standing in the wind But I never wave bye-bye ♪
[Cary] What next?
[both] ♪ But I try ♪
[David Bowie] ♪ I try ♪
- ♪ Never going to fall for ♪ - ♪ [chorus] Modern love ♪
- ♪ Walks beside me ♪ - [chorus] ♪ Modern love ♪
- [David Bowie] ♪ Walks on by ♪ - [chorus] ♪ Modern Love ♪
♪ Gets me to the church on time ♪
- ♪ Church on time ♪ - ♪ Terrifies me ♪
- ♪ Church on time ♪ - ♪ Makes me party ♪
- ♪ Church on time ♪ - ♪ Puts my trust in God and man ♪
- ♪ God and man ♪ - ♪ No confessions ♪
- ♪ God and man ♪ - ♪ No religion ♪
- ♪ God and man ♪ - ♪ Don't believe in modern love ♪
[music continues]
[song stops abruptly]
[panting]
[pensive music playing]
[eagle screeches]
[breathing shakily]
[grunts]
[panting]
[theme song playing]
[prison guard] Armstrong. You got a visitor.
It's not visiting hours.
[prison guard] No shit. All I know is you're expected.
[cell door opens]
You're not coming in?
[prison guard] Just you.
Miss me?
Now and again.
[John] You look like a million bucks.
You know, Priscilla, most people, once they get out of prison…
it's the last place they want to visit.
I'm funny like that.
Mmm.
[smacks lips] So, I know you talk to her.
[John] Mmm. Now and again.
You know where she is?
And I know you know I wouldn't tell you even if I did.
So, I figure eventually you'll get around
to giving me the message you want delivered.
You know me so well.
Well, I put in my time.
So, she needs to bring me the money, John. Quickly.
Then I can just smooth things over with Wayne,
keep both of our kids from getting killed.
Your boy,
he went rogue.
Or somebody grabbed him.
I'm still figuring out that piece.
[John] Well, either way.
It means she doesn't have the money anymore.
If she doesn't yet, you and I both know she soon will.
Mmm.
Hmm?
I saw her.
Yeah.
How'd that go?
[Priscilla] It wasn't a banner day for her.
But she walked away.
I'm guessing it was more of a limp.
He'll kill her.
[chuckles]
You'll kill her.
[Priscilla] Not if she plays ball.
Priscilla, she's already playing ball.
You just haven't figured out the game yet.
Oh.
I forgot how exhausting your bravado can be.
There's parental pride, and then there's blind narcissism.
Well,
at least my kid's still talking to me.
You know, I can forgive you for stealing from me.
You are what you are.
But…
when your little girl dies alone and afraid
with a bullet in the back of her head in some godforsaken hiding spot,
I think even you will feel responsible.
[ominous music playing]
- When I get out of here-- - Please don't.
Don't embarrass yourself.
I…
I do miss you…
now and again.
She's running out of time, John.
Tell her that.
[door opens]
[door slams shut]
[children chattering]
- [exclaims] Oh, my God. [shrieks] - [laughing]
[rattling]
[gasps]
[footsteps approaching]
- [panting] - [rattling continues]
[rattling stops]
- [shotgun cocks] - [gasps]
Get away from my girls.
[panting]
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.
I look scared to you with a Winchester in my hands?
[speaking Spanish]
I'm so thirsty. I've been walking for hours.
Yeah?
Well, now you can walk some more.
- She killed the snake. - Oh, did she now?
- It was about to strike. - Uh-huh.
I just reacted.
You would've done the same.
What are you doing out here?
I was in a car accident.
Are you hurt?
A few cuts, but I… I think the bleeding stopped.
- You want me to call an ambulance? - No. Don't. I, uh…
don't have insurance. [chuckles]
I'll get out of your way.
Thank you for, uh, letting me drink your water.
Could you point me in the direction of the nearest town?
Kingman's like 40 miles south from here.
You're gonna die of a heatstroke before you make it.
Why don't you come inside?
We'll get you cleaned up and a real glass of water.
And then we'll figure out what to do with you.
[Rand] Do we know who our friends are?
[Gates] Not yet, no.
No ID. This California plate's been registered to a shell company in Delaware.
What makes you think they're connected to our case?
Fatal crash,
falsely registered vehicle less than
30 miles away from where Mason was hit.
Do you think that's a coincidence?
You and I both know dead bodies tend to pile up whenever Priscilla's around.
You think she was here?
No.
Priscilla doesn't get her hands dirty.
I think Lucky was here.
And she put up a fight too.
You think that girl killed these two men? She's like, what, 90 pounds, soaking wet?
I don't know exactly what happened here, but I know she was here.
She was out.
What dragged her back in?
Ten million dollars.
No.
Something else.
On your 6:00.
Oh. [groans]
[Rand] Good morning, Assistant Director.
- Any word on Mason? - I just came from the hospital.
That car that hit him did a real number on him.
He's out of surgery now, but his field career is over.
I'm trying to decide which is worse.
That you ran a large scale operation out of Vegas without reading me in,
or that you came up empty.
- Not my finest moment, sir. - And this is the part where you tell me
how all this has nothing to do with you
trying to put Priscilla Masterson away again.
Take a walk, Gates.
[scoffs]
- Peter? - You're spiraling, Billie.
No, I'm not.
- I am doing my job. - Ah.
- I am following the money. - To Priscilla?
To Wayne Whittaker.
Oh, you think Priscilla stole from Whittaker?
No. No, she knows better than that.
But John Armstrong never saw a dollar without seeing an angle.
My guess is, he built up quite a nest egg behind her back.
Now that she's out of prison,
he figures he needs to move that money before Priscilla finds it.
So he calls his daughter.
Whittaker has Priscilla chasing the money.
We get her taking possession of the money, we have her.
She gives up Whittaker, we take them both down.
Yeah, but she didn't give him up last time.
She's had a taste of prison now.
All right, I'll give you some rope on this.
But you keep me looped in, do you hear me?
- Do you hear me? - I hear you. Yes, sir. I hear you.
I hear you.
That right there.
That look in your eye.
What look?
- Right there. - This look?
Vendettas kill cases like this.
Don't make her your white whale again.
Yes, sir. Gates.
[woman] Put her hair back. All the way.
- [child 1] All the way? - Yeah.
- Just a little… - And then clip it.
- Okay. - Yeah, yeah, yeah. All the way back.
Yeah. So I can see that. [exclaims]
That's a deep cut. Look at that.
Probably could've used stitches, but it's too late for that.
[sighs]
Your mom looks like she knows what she's doing.
[chuckles] She's not our mom.
[chuckles] She's our lita.
[grandmother] They're my daughter's girls.
It was a lifetime ago, but I used to work as a nurse's aide in a high school.
And you'd be surprised at how many wounds like this I had to clean up.
All the kids falling off their skateboards and…
Okay.
Did one of you two draw that?
I did. When I was younger.
- [Lucky] Mm-hmm. - [grandmother] Pretty good, huh?
She is quite the artist.
Like her mother.
I don't like it, but Lita won't take it down.
What?
May I see it?
Sure.
Let's see.
Well, what is wrong with that? Why don't you like it?
- It's supposed to be me and Lita. - [Lucky] Mm-hmm.
- But… - They look like birds.
[grandmother] No, we don't.
- Look at those feathers. - Uh, excuse me.
I think that's clearly supposed to be hair.
[grandmother] This is her masterpiece.
And it's all mine.
Never gonna take it down.
[speaking Spanish, kissing]
Is there anyone I can call for you?
Uh, no. No. It's okay.
- Are you sure? There's gotta be someone. - No.
Uh… Nenas, why don't you go find Toby in that pigsty room of yours?
And you can show…
- Rachel. - Rachel.
You can show your bunny to Rachel. Go up and find him.
Lita. She doesn't wanna see Toby.
Maybe I do.
- Come on, Elie. Help me. - Okay.
Check under the bed.
Don't get too excited.
[clicks tongue] Because little Toby's in my truck.
Sometimes when I need a moment of peace, I just send them on a wild goose chase.
I'll keep that in mind if I ever have kids.
[stammers] Listen. I don't… I don't want to lie to you.
And I'm sure you've already guessed that this wasn't…
[stammers] …exactly an accident.
I know.
I-I had a feeling.
Yeah. My… My husband and I got into a fight and he…
pushed me out the car.
[inhales sharply]
Oh, I… You're lucky to be alive.
[clicks tongue] I-I-I don't really know what to do right now.
There's a reason why I brought these girls out here
to live in the desert after their mom died.
You want to hear my advice?
You've got to leave him.
You've got to take this opportunity as an opportunity
- and you never go back to him. - No. He's not a bad person.
He threw you out of a car.
- But I provoked him. - And he left you on the side of the road.
We were fighting and it was… it was my fault.
- It was definitely my fault. - It's not your fault.
It's never your fault.
I love him.
I do.
So that's why it's hard to believe that he would…
do this to me.
Just leave me like that.
[blows]
Hmm. My daughter used to tell me stories like this.
[exclaims] A million times before and…
Believe me when I tell you that it does not have a happy ending.
I'm sorry about your girl.
Don't be.
[sighs]
No, listen to me.
A man who leaves you for dead,
he doesn't deserve your love.
- He deserves to be in handcuffs. In jail. - [chuckles]
Rotting there for the rest of his life.
- I can't do that, uh… - Oh. Yeah, I know it's hard.
- It's hard, but… - No, you don't understand. He…
is a cop.
- Oh, fuck. - Mm-hmm.
His friends are probably looking for me right now and I can't let them find me.
I don't mean to burden you with any of this.
I just figured you should know.
Because I really don't want to bring any trouble to you and your family.
I'm not afraid of trouble.
No one's going to find you here. Okay?
Why don't you take a shower? And, uh, I'll get you some clean clothes.
- Really? - Yeah.
I've got a pile of thrift stuff in the back
'cause the girls won't stop growing.
- I can find you something. - Hey.
Thank you.
Yeah. It's okay.
[sighs, sniffles]
[pants, sniffles]
Good afternoon. How can I help you?
I, uh…
I rented a car, uh, for my son from your Vegas location.
And, uh…
Well, it was a birthday weekend.
[chuckles]
And you know how young men in Vegas can be.
I sure do.
The thing is, uh, he hasn't come home.
And he hasn't returned the car.
So, I am starting to worry.
I seem to recall that rental car companies
actually have GPS trackers in their vehicles.
We do.
But I can't legally disclose that information.
Oh.
I thought you might say something like that.
[inhales deeply]
Well, there are always exceptions.
Let's see now.
Subaru Forester, right?
Looks like it's at the Pike's Outlet in Long Beach.
What, a mall?
[phone ringing]
- Hello. - So, you're not going to believe this.
Try me.
Cary's rental car is at a mall in Long Beach.
What the hell is he doing at a mall in Long Beach?
Well, exactly. It's been there a day.
- What, do you think he got snatched? - Maybe.
Or he's dead.
[sighs] Where are you?
I'm watching them clean up her mess right now.
And we're talking a serious mess.
How can someone so small cause so much trouble?
Dutch, I don't have time for your cowboy haikus right now.
I just need you to find her.
Well, she's on foot.
She can't be more than 20 miles in any direction.
And there's nothing but nothing out here.
She won't be hard to find.
What about Long Beach?
I am on my way there now.
[sighing]
[breathes deeply]
Jesus…
Thirty years old and still can't throw away his damn trash.
Hands. [hums]
[whispering]
Amen.
Do you guys always do this?
Eat dinner?
No.
Sit together at the table like this.
Isn't that what normal people are supposed to do?
No such thing as normal, Elie.
[chuckles]
Yeah, I didn't have home-cooked meals growing up.
- Why not? - Well…
it was just me and my dad.
He had a pretty unpredictable job, so we moved around a lot.
Mostly lived off of hamburgers and…
shakes.
But sometimes we would get a big hotel suite,
order all the room service we could eat and stay up all night watching movies.
[grandmother] Wow.
[chuckles] We never get to do anything like that.
Lita always makes us eat healthy.
What did I tell you about eating your vegetables?
It's important.
- Yes, but look. She turned out fine. - [coughs]
Finish your dinner, I'll take you to Dairy Queen.
- [Elie] Really? - Mm-hmm.
[phone buzzing]
[grandmother] Is that him?
Oh, um…
Be strong.
[line ringing, disconnects]
[video game characters speaking indistinctly]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Ah.
You… don't look like Uber Eats.
No, I was hoping that you could help me.
I'm, uh… I'm looking for Cary Masterson.
- Who? - Cary Masterson?
I've never heard of him.
No? He's my son.
Oh. I'm sure he's a wonderful guy, but I don't know him.
No, he's not necessarily a wonderful guy.
In fact, there are times when I think he's an ungrateful little shit,
and then I blame myself for raising him that way
and then I get angry at him for hating me.
[chuckles]
[Priscilla] So what's your name?
Uh, me? Uh, I'm… I'm Noah.
You're not lying to me, are you, Noah?
Look, lady, I'm not lying to you and I don't know your son.
And, gosh, I'm sorry he's an ungrateful little shit.
That sucks. But I-I just… I ordered some food.
That's-- What the fuck? Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa. What the fuck?
[sighs]
Look, my son is missing and I found your address in his car,
so would you like to try again?
I have no idea who your son is. I swear to God, lady.
All I want is Del Taco-- Oh, fuck! [groans]
- Yeah. You don't get to call him a shit. - [groaning] Oh, my God.
- [whimpering] - Use a tarp.
I don't want blood getting all over the car.
Hello.
[dogs barking]
- [sniffing] - [Rand] What you got?
Broken trail!
The coyote threw her off.
Can you get it back?
You ever smell a dead coyote?
This is a dead end.
[blender whirring]
Please, God. I hope you're not making one of those for me.
[sighs]
I don't know why you're so resistant to things that are good for you.
Story of my life.
Kale is a superfood, rich in lutein.
- Uh-huh. - You know what it does?
Uh, no, but I have a feeling you're gonna tell me.
It reduces muscular degeneration of the eyes.
And healthy vision, Priscilla, is the key
to seeing through bullshit.
You know, it's funny that someone so obsessed with being green
made their fortune on a fossil fuel scam.
You're here to ask for more time, so ask.
It's a clusterfuck out there, but we have picked up the trail.
The clusterfuck, as it were,
was that a second-rate confidence man like John Armstrong
was able to play you in the first place.
I told you that the money was coming in faster than I could wash it.
Was it not your job to figure something out?
Well, I tried, but you wouldn't listen to me.
You wanted it as much as I did.
No, I wanted to slow things down, but you wouldn't let me.
Oh, so it's my fault?
You just wouldn't see the wisdom of moderation.
I saw the wisdom of a half-billion dollars.
Well, it was impossible to keep an accurate account of it all.
It was your responsibility.
Look, it was my idea, okay? The whole fucking thing.
It was my idea.
I made you a fortune,
so it's really not hard to see how John could exploit that for a few million.
You mean exploit you.
You.
Must be one hell of a cock.
Are you jealous?
Am I jealous?
I don't know, maybe.
[chuckles, exhales deeply]
[choking]
There's something pathetic about a woman
at your age thinking sex still enters into the equation.
Have some dignity, for fuck's sake.
[grunts]
[breathes heavily, coughs]
[breathing heavily]
Is Cary working with the girl?
[cries] I don't know.
It doesn't matter in the end.
As far as he's concerned.
Please don't threaten my son, Wayne.
I got you out of jail for a reason.
Do your job.
Deliver my money.
[Priscilla] But Cary…
[sighs]
[inhales sharply]
Good night, Lita.
Yeah. Good night. Mmm.
Good night.
I love you.
I love you too. Good night.
It's good you didn't pick up earlier when he called.
He'll keep calling though.
You know what he's gonna say,
that he loves you and he'll never do it again,
but people don't change.
Yeah, well, some people change.
My daughter died praying that was true.
And the only way to stay safe is to cut him out.
Well, you know, it's not always that simple.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I… I overstepped. Your…
Your life is your life.
Listen, I really appreciate what you've done for me here,
but I should really get going.
[knocks on door]
[gasps] Um…
I-I-I know that woman.
She works with him.
Please, please don't say anything
because she's just gonna bring me back to him and I ca…
- I can't do that. - Uh… Um…
Go to the girls' bedroom, keep 'em quiet.
- I'll handle this. Yeah, of course - Really?
- [knocks on door] - Yeah, just a second!
Can I help you?
Hi, I'm, uh, Special Agent Billie Rand.
FBI. And I'm sorry to disturb you at your dinnertime,
but we're looking for a missing woman.
Oh. It's just me and my two granddaughters.
- We haven't seen anyone. - [sighs] Okay.
Um.
- Do you mind if I show you her picture? - Sure, yeah.
Yeah, just in case you spot her…
- Yeah. Of course. - …after the fact.
- Oh. - [Lucky breathing heavily]
[grandmother] Oh, she's got a sweet face.
I, uh, hope she turns up.
Okay, so we're gonna stay in here and do our best to be quiet, all right?
- Why? - [Elie] Who's at the door?
Um…
Can you guys keep a secret?
- Sure. - Yeah?
Okay, come here.
So, this is gonna be a little bit scary, all right?
But, um, you see it?
- You see this? - [gasps]
Yeah.
So, the lady that's out there, she's friends with the person who hurt me,
and if she finds me then I'm gonna get hurt again,
and I really, really don't want that to happen.
So do you think you could help me out?
- Yeah. - What do we… What do we do?
Oh. You just stay really, really quiet.
[Rand] Um, can I give you my card?
- Sure. - In case you spot her.
Yeah, of course. Of course.
[sighs] Actually, I don't have a card.
If you have a piece of paper, a pen, I could write my number down.
Sure. Absolutely. Yeah. I'll be right back. Yeah.
Uh, what's your name?
- Sylvia. - Ah.
Sylvia.
I tell you, I have had a day.
- Oh, yeah? - Do you mind if I come in for…
for a glass of water?
- Yeah. Yeah, of course. Yeah, come in. - [sighs] Thank you.
Yeah. I'll… I'll get that…
[Rand] So it's just you and your granddaughters out here, huh?
[Sylvia] Yes, ma'am.
[water running, stops]
[smacks lips] You have them full time?
- Yes, ma'am. - Thank you.
- Yeah. - Thank you.
Mmm.
I have a kid myself.
- Oh, yeah? - Teenage daughter.
- Uh-oh. Teenager, huh? - [chuckles]
- [Rand] Back in Los Angeles. - Mmm.
So, what's it like?
Raising girls all the way out here?
It's easier, I think.
Away from other people. I don't have a…
I can't find a pen.
You wanna put it in my phone?
Yeah, that's fine.
[clears throat]
- Here you go. - Good, thank you.
You said it was just you and your two granddaughters out here, right?
Yes, ma'am.
But there are four dishes drying on the rack over there.
Who's the other plate for?
- I'm sorry? - Who's the fourth dish for?
Look.
Sylvia.
This woman I'm looking for,
she may have a sweet face…
but she's very dangerous.
She killed two men last night.
Set their car on fire.
She's a career criminal on the run,
and she will stop at nothing, nothing, to get where she wants to go.
Now I know you have your daughters out here to keep them safe,
but you let the wrong person in your house today.
Do you understand me?
Yeah.
[whispering] I'm gonna keep you and your girls safe.
What do I do?
[sighs] Okay, girls.
Um, I need to go get something from out there,
so you guys just stay in here and I promise everything's gonna be all right,
okay?
- Okay. - You're coming back…
right?
Yeah, sweetheart, I promise, okay?
- Please come back. - Okay. I promise.
Be brave, all right.
- [whimpers] - Oh.
Oh.
Okay, okay.
[whispering] Remember.
[shushes]
Now I'm not gonna let anything happen to you and your girls.
Is she still here?
She's with my girls in the room.
What will bring your girls out?
- Ice cream. - Okay, all right.
I want you to call them out here. Calm down.
Call them out.
[stammers] Nena.
- [whispering] Call 'em. - Come out for some ice cream.
Girls.
Are you sure? I thought you told us to stay in here.
Come out for some ice cream, it's okay.
Everything's okay.
What's happening?
[whispering] Try and be quiet.
[breathes heavily]
[quietly] Yes. Okay.
[shushes, grunts]
[panting, grunting]
[truck engine revving]
Lucky!
Lucky, stop!
- Lucky! - [panting]
[speaking Spanish]
[panting]
[speaking Spanish]
[metal lighter clicks]
How did you know that would work?
Every person's got a rhythm.
You learn to play it, you can make 'em dance.
- [young Lucky] Where are we running to? - We are not running.
People only run when they're in danger.
And you're only in danger if you're not in control.
[echoing] We're in control.
[country music playing on radio]
[dispatch] All units be on the look out for a stolen brown F-150
out of Mohave County last spotted heading east.
Driver is believed to be a Caucasian female, late 20s, blonde hair.
[tires screech]
[customer] I tell her they print the expiration date on the milk
two weeks early, that's how they make their profit.
They have an algorithm or something like that to figure shit out for 'em.
I don't know, she didn't believe me.
So, what do you think? Snickers? Or Baby Ruth?
- That's got the nuts, right? - [clerk] Peanuts and caramel, I think.
[customer] Mmm.
Hey, can I put 40 on seven, while he makes up his mind?
- Of course. - [customer] Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.
[sighs]
Is there gluten in this? If I eat gluten, I'm gonna bloat like a tick.
[customer] I don't know.
They're so good.
They both go good with milk, that's for sure.
Can I get five Lucky 10 scratchers?
- Got it. - [customer] Mmm.
[clerk] Five lucky 10 scratchers.
- [customer] Oh, my God! - [gasps, panting]
[yelps]
[panting]
[sighs]
Hey, Dutch.
How's it going?
You know me. Living the dream.
[dispatch] 911, what's your emergency?
- She's not happy with you. - Yeah, I bet.
- Where's the money? - Where's Cary?
Come on, Lucky. Play ball.
You know what Wayne will do to him. He'll do it to you, too.
- Tell me about Long Beach. - What the hell's in Long Beach?
We found his car.
And if you really don't know where he is,
then you have to know that we're going to find him first.
You might want to think about getting on the right side of all this.
Maybe there's a way out for you.
Fuck you, Dutch.
[chuckles] It's always the hard way with you, huh?
Well, yeah.
I gotta be me.
Goddamn it.
[clerk] Put it out!
- [breathing heavily] - [Dutch] Lucky.
[breathing heavily]
- [panting] - Lucky!
- [breathing heavily] - [police siren blaring in distance]
[John] You're only in danger when you're not in control.
[echoing] We're in control.
[police siren continues blaring]
[truck engine starts]
["Goodbye Sunshine" playing]
♪ No, I can't explain ♪
♪ I don't recognize its face ♪
♪ When I'm hiding all alone With the lights out ♪
♪ It's hitting rocks off my glasshouse ♪
♪ This is the strangest of goodbyes ♪
♪ I stretch out my hand ♪
♪ To feel this world again ♪
♪ But your memory pulls me on its string ♪
♪ Keeps everything just out of reach ♪
♪ This is something I can't explain ♪
♪ No, I don't recognize my own face ♪
♪ So I hide all alone With the lights out ♪
♪ And scream inside this glasshouse ♪