- These guys are tight. - Yeah, they're not bad.
No, trust me, they're going to pack the house.
See?
Okay. Okay, thank you. Hey. Thank you.
We'll let you know.
- Sadie, sweetie, you're early. - Dad, you're not going to believe it.
What?
- You got in? - I got in!
- You got in! - I'm going to Chicago.
I didn't think they'd accept me.
Oh, come on, they'd be stupid not to.
Thanks, Dad.
You know, she'd be proud, too.
- You think? - I know.
She's never really gone, you know.
- You are her heaven. - Dad...
lame.
We can afford this, right?
Tuition, residence, meal plans...
- It's a lot. - We'll make it work.
- All right. - Okay.
Chaz, shake it out.
_
So, five days in a row, huh?
- Should I be flattered or worried? - Well, what can I say?
The service here is outstanding.
How are your feet?
Fine. Why?
Well, I thought they might be sore
after running through my dreams all night.
Oh, my God, that is the worst one yet.
- You think? - Yeah.
Okay, what about, um, "Are you from Tennessee?
'Cause you're the only ten I see."
Okay, I take it back.
I wonder if any of these have ever worked for anyone.
Oh, God, I hope not.
- You want the usual? - Please.
Okay.
_
Uh, you are not 6'3".
Oh... and you are not an "active mountain climber".
- I climb. - Yeah, into your car.
Okay, so maybe I don't get out as much as I used to.
Are you looking at my online dating profile?
- No. - Ask her how she's seeing your profile.
Hey, whose side are you on here?
- I don't take sides. - Whatever.
Well, let's see what kind of liberties you took.
Road Supervisor called in a possibly homicide in Squamish.
- I'm driving. - Detective Mazur will meet you up there.
Squamish has very good mountain climbing,
you should make sure to bring your gear.
It's a waste of your time. You're never going to find it.
- We'll see about that. - All right.
I'll take the witness, you take the body?
- All right. - I said I can't discuss that right now.
Fine. I won't discuss it. I will call you later.
Need a minute?
I'm fine, thanks.
- You sure? - Yeah.
What do we got, Bets?
Male, Caucasian, mid-40s. Blunt-force trauma to the head.
Driver's license, Vince Hutton. No cash, no credit cards.
He has a big hole in the back of his head.
He'd have one hell of a headache if he'd survived.
- Gunshot? - Definitely not.
Not a stab wound either.
So, they emptied his wallet, but left five grand on his wrist.
That's not the only inconsistency.
- Head wounds bleed profusely. - Exactly.
So, where's all the blood?
Dad, what happened?
I... I hit a dog last night.
- A puppy? - Yeah.
- Dad, that's awful. - Yeah, I... I tried to swerve, but...
You can't keep working this hard.
Look, honey, we've been through this, okay? We need the money.
Not as much as I need a father.
- What if that wasn't a dog you hit? - Okay, okay.
I... I'll hire another assistant manager.
- When? - Soon, really. Soon.
- Very soon. - Okay.
- And get some sleep. - All right.
Motive - 04x04 - The Score
Did you see anyone else in the area?
No. It's pretty quiet along here most mornings.
I checked for a pulse, but when I felt how cold he was,
I kind of figured CPR was a waste of time.
I must say, you are handling this very well.
I'm an X-ray Tech.
And you would not believe the things I've seen inside people's bodies.
You're speaking with a homicide detective.
A guy came into Emerg one time, stomach pains.
He'd swallowed 12 golf balls.
All right, this one time, I was working a case,
and the victim bit off the killer's finger,
swallowed it.
Oh, please tell me that
you identified the killer through the fingerprint.
No, the stomach acid ruined it.
Well, I'm not really supposed to talk about this one, but...
I once did an x-ray on a guy after he had surgery.
Surgeon left a latex glove inside his stomach.
- How do you leave a glove inside? - I don't know, he found a way.
Well, thank you very much...
for your time, and if anything else comes to mind
about this morning, just give me a call.
- I will. - Okay.
I mean, I'll call you if I think of something,
not if I think of something to call you about.
Either way works.
Vince Hutton's in the system. He's an ex-con. No next of kin.
Did 20 years for smuggling 40 kilos of heroin.
- Wow, that's a lot of jail time. - That's a lot of heroin.
True.
He could have had a lighter sentence,
but he refused to name names.
According to his parole officer, he was working at a local music club,
- The Chieftain. - Yeah, I know that place.
I can, uh... I can interview the staff if you wanna...
I... Uh... we can both go.
Oh, I thought you'd want to go back to the city and observe the autopsy.
No, no, Lucas can do that.
I've got an unmarked signed out. He can take it back.
Well, great. Okay.
Let's go.
You like these guys?
Absolutely.
They're a deluge of raw punk energy
wrapped in a layer of psychedelia.
You should write for Rolling Stone.
Sure. That'd be groovy.
Cool ink.
Thanks. I did it myself.
You a tattoo artist?
I'm a man of many different talents.
You ever get any blues bands in here?
We get everything except DJs.
There's no need for DJs if you have live music.
You sound like my dad.
"A laptop is not a musical instrument."
He's right.
Vince?
- Hank. It's been a long time. - Yeah. Yeah, it has.
Wow, uh... I see you've met my daughter, Sadie.
You're Lisa's daughter?
- You knew my mom? - Sweetheart,
Vince went to school with your mom and me.
I want to hear all the dirt my dad won't tell me.
- How much time have you got? - Okay.
You... Let's go back to my office.
Dad, please.
Try a DJ. Just one night.
- You know how I feel about that. - Do you want a full house or not?
I'd rather sell this place than charge people 20 bucks
to watch some guy check his e-mail to a drum beat.
We're low on garnish. Can you make a run for me, please?
- Only if you let me book a DJ. - Just go, okay?
- Hi. We're looking for Hank Novak. - That's me.
We have some questions about Vince Hutton.
- Oh, no, what did he do? - He was found dead this morning.
Oh, my God.
W... What happened?
That's what we're trying to find out.
- Uh, let's speak in my office? - Yeah, please.
- Okay. - I'm going to talk to the bartender.
Okay.
- The Starving Narcissists? - Yeah.
- I was at that show. - Really?
Yeah, 20 years ago, they would have played here for beer and pretzels.
Nowadays, they wouldn't let their dogs do a set here.
So, uh, has Vince worked here long?
Uh, a few months.
Okay. When was the last time you saw him?
Thursday. He didn't come in for work last night.
Oh.
- Did he call in? - Nope.
So he blows off a shift, but you didn't call his P.O.?
Well, you know, it was a slow night,
so I figured why make trouble for the guy.
- Well, that's awfully nice of you. - Yeah, yeah,
well, you know, we were best friends in high school.
- Ah. - You know, it's funny,
we actually always talked about opening a bar.
He reach out to any other old friends?
Not that I know of.
He have any trouble with anybody here? Any staff or patrons?
No, everybody liked Vince.
You know, he was chill.
- What about the boss? - Hank's a teddy bear.
Right now, he can barely keep the lights on.
Vince shows up, Hank gives him a job.
- Hmm, nice guy. - Well, what are you gonna do?
- Vince just got out of prison. - Vince was open about his past?
A place like this, you can't keep secrets for very long.
So, uh, did Vince like to let loose after a shift?
Maybe party a little?
If you consider tonic and lime a party.
What about drugs? People show up looking to party,
there's usually someone on staff who can set them up.
No. No, no, Hank has zero tolerance for that kind of stuff.
The occipital bone was broken.
There was bruising on the neck, and petechial hemorrhaging in the eyes.
Hmm. Any drugs or alcohol in the system?
No. Toxicology came back clean.
What about the murder weapon?
The instrument was circular, about a half-inch in diameter,
most likely metal in order to penetrate the skull.
Given the circular penetrating wound and the underlying brain injury,
my best guess right now,
- the captive bolt gun. - Ouch.
I'm going to run some tests later.
Hang on a second, I've just got to take this.
Detective Lucas.
Hi! Hi. No, no, no. It's, uh...
Yeah, it's fine. I'm glad you called.
No, no, you're not a suspect.
Because your alibi checked out. Of course, I checked.
Yeah, that'd be great. I'd... I would love to.
Okay, I will, uh...
I will call you.
Sorry about that.
I haven't seen that smile in a while.
Just a witness from the crime scene.
Hmm. Good thing her alibi checked out.
- Where were we? - The bone?
You need a second?
Uh, it's nothing.
Detective Mazur, requesting backup.
Who are you?!
Your turn.
So, what are you doing here, Tanya?
Oh, well, Vince stood me up last night.
He wasn't returning any of my calls. I thought he was ghosting me.
So you came to teach him a lesson?
No! Oh, my God. This place was like this when I arrived.
Like, it was already torn apart.
You're Vince's girlfriend?
I mean, we, like, just started seeing each other.
So, what's going on? Like, where is he?
We have a few more questions for you, okay?
- Where were you last night? - At work.
Vince was going to meet me after my shift.
- What time was that? - Um, midnight?
And then I waited for, like, half an hour, and he didn't show.
- You have someone who can verify that? - Oh, yeah, one of my co-workers.
She and her boyfriend gave me a ride home.
- Great. We'll need their information. - Oh.
So, how did you meet Vince?
Uh, at Match, that's the restaurant where I work.
He came in every day for two weeks.
Always sat at the same section, at my table,
and, um, ordered a clubhouse and fries every time.
Except Tuesday.
What happened Tuesday?
Steak and champagne. Said he was celebrating.
Oh, did he say why?
Yeah, he said he had this investment that paid off big time,
and then that's when he asked me out.
He was gonna take me surfing in Costa Rica.
Oh, that is a hell of a first date.
Yeah, I mean, I thought that he was joking,
but he left a hundred-dollar tip, so...
So naturally, you said yes.
Yeah, I mean, to the date, but we didn't go to Costa Rica.
No? Where did you go?
Ciprianni's, in the city.
He even showed up with a gift.
Wow.
- Are those Herndls? - Yeah, they sure are!
- Those are not a trip to Costa Rica. - They certainly cost as much.
Yeah, I just thought he had a foot fetish or something.
But you guys aren't going to take my shoes, are you?
The canvas at the trailer park came up with something.
A neighbour saw a couple of guys outside Vince's this morning.
One of them had a scar. He said he's going to come in,
- work with a sketch artist. - Hmm. Okay.
Forensics finished their sweep of the place.
There's no trace of blood or bleach, so he didn't die there.
How does a doorman pay for dinner at Ciprianni's or buy $2,000 shoes?
Doorman gig's gotta be a cover.
Well, if Vince was up to something, it wasn't at the bar.
We still got to run down Tanya's alibi.
- Yeah. Tomorrow though? - Yeah. See you. Bye.
Jane Doe?
- Excuse me? - Your dating profile.
Jane Doe, lover of fast cars and poetry.
Since when do I like poetry?
Probably around the same time I started climbing.
You gotta get out more, my friend.
Vince! My man...
- Levi. - Oh, freedom
looks good on you, my friend.
- It's looking better on you. - Well, I'm doing all right.
What is all this?
Well, right now, it's mostly electronics.
Last week, it was leather furniture.
Next week, it'll be women's fashion.
It's logistics, my friend.
I specialize in getting things from point A to point B.
You went legit?
Well, let's just say I have no interest in going back inside.
How about you?
I'm working the door down at The Chieftain.
That's good. You know, all work is honourable. Good for you.
Thing is, it doesn't pay much.
I'm looking for something new.
I was thinking you could help me out.
You know, Vinnie, you're my boy, but you did a hard 20,
and what I got going on here,
I can't risk having known associates around.
We had each other's back, inside and outside. That was the deal.
You know, and I'm a man of my word.
Five large. No strings.
- You promised me a job. - I promised to look out for you.
- I don't do this for everybody. - Everything okay, boss?
Yeah, it's all good, Nate.
Look, if you don't want it...
Nice seeing you, Vinnie.
Dad...
I'm so sorry about Vince.
Hey, uh, yeah, I... I know you liked him. I'm... I'm sorry.
But what about you? He was one of your oldest friends.
Well, high school was a really long time ago, Sadie.
I didn't... I didn't really know Vince anymore.
- What happened? - The police don't really
want to give out any details, sweetie,
but I wouldn't be surprised if it was drug-related.
Vince didn't do drugs. He said he was clean.
Well, you didn't really know Vince. I mean, why...
why do you think he went to prison? Old habits die hard.
It's okay, honey. Try not to think about it.
Well, Tanya's co-worker confirmed her story.
So Vince sat here every day, same table, same meal.
- How's the clubhouse? - Mm, nice hot mustard, good bread.
Turkey's a little dry. Can't imagine
eating it every day for two weeks.
Twenty years on the inside. Guys are used to routine.
Except most guys just out of prison like to sit with their backs to a wall.
Maybe he likes the view.
Depends on what he's looking at.
- Hmm. Vince was in for smuggling. - Mm-hmm.
A lot of transports come through here.
Maybe he was waiting for a shipment of his own?
Hey. This a personal visit?
Business. I can't for the life of me
figure out what killed your victim.
At first, I thought it was a captive bolt gun, but the wound's too deep,
and the tissue tears are uncharacteristic...
You see what I mean?
- Yeah, I do. - Hmm.
Whatever killed your guy
had a flat face, like a bolt or a piece of rebar.
Aw...
Or you could just ask me to buy you lunch.
This is much more fun.
Oh, tell Lucas good luck on his date.
- What date? - The woman he met at the crime scene.
Oh, you mean like a witness involved in an active investigation?
Yeah. I probably shouldn't have said anything.
How many transports do you think come through here?
Who knows? Vince could have been waiting for anything.
Who's this guy?
Son of a bitch! Hey! Hey!
Remove your helmet.
- Take off your helmet. - Flynn...
The guy threw a rock through my window!
Oh. Oh... nice.
- Nice ride. - Yeah. It was.
What's up? You guys know each other?
Detective Paula Mazur, this is Sergeant Mark Cross.
Combined Special Enforcement Unit.
Look, I needed you out of the truck-stop, so I improvised.
You had to improvise on my car? My new car!
- Yeah, to protect my cover, I did. - Well, no offense,
but our homicide trumps your smuggling investigation.
Well, tell it to the brass, all right? We're two months deep in this op.
I'm sure we can find a way to accommodate everyone's interests.
I've infiltrated a crew that specialize in criminal logistics.
You name it, they'll move it. Everything except drugs or people.
Hmm, so they're stand-up guys?
Oh, yeah. I mean, you hear the boss tell it, he's a modern-day Robin Hood.
I'm sorry? The boss?
- Levi Foster. - Thank you.
They take a fee and a percentage of the shipment.
These days, there's more money to be made
in black-market electronics than heroin.
We are talking hundreds of millions a year.
- With a lower risk of jail time. - Right.
Foster's got people everywhere, port authority, customs, border patrol.
And what about the truck-stop?
A couple of days ago, one of his shipments got ripped off.
- What got taken? - I don't know.
But according to him, he's out a half a million dollars.
Had me watching the place ever since, making sure it doesn't happen again.
You seen this guy around?
Yeah, he came by the warehouse a couple of weeks ago.
I didn't really catch their conversation. What, is this your Vic?
Vince Hutton. 20 years for smuggling heroin.
- He just got out a few months ago. - He's been watching that truck stop
for a couple weeks, and then suddenly, he's flush with cash.
- Your guy ripped off mine. - Then your guy might be our killer.
Vince Hutton and Levi Foster shared a cell at Harper Maximum Security.
- What was Levi in for? - 10 years for drug smuggling.
- He was out in seven. - Hmm.
- Ba-da-bing. - Pretty good match.
We'll interview Vince's neighbours about Levi.
- We've got to interview Levi as well. - Keep your questions to Vince.
As far as you know, Levi Foster is a legitimate businessman.
How much of this do you think is stolen?
As far as we're concerned, none of it.
Detectives. What can I do for you?
We have a few questions about your old cellmate, Vince Hutton.
Oh, Vinnie, what's he got himself into this time?
- Have you seen him lately? - Yeah, he stopped by when he got out.
Everything all right?
- What did you talk about? - Um, he wanted money.
I offered him a job in the warehouse.
He wasn't interested.
A lot of guys find it hard to turn it around.
Have you gone to see him recently?
Yeah, I, uh...
I stopped by to check up on him.
- He wasn't home, so I left. - Ah. That's very nice of you.
I'm a nice man.
- Did you go inside? - Like I said, he wasn't home.
Where were you between 7:00 p.m. and midnight on Tuesday?
Did something happen to Vince?
Ah.
I was gambling at Fraser Downs.
Now, if there's nothing else, I've got a business to run.
He ever mention anything about life after jail?
You guys spent seven years together, he say anything to you?
You know, he was obsessed with Costa Rica.
Said he wanted to spend the rest of his life surfing, maybe open a bar.
Vince never named his associates 20 years ago when he got caught.
He could have done a lot less time if he had.
He ever mention them to you?
Vince never said a word.
He's a stand-up guy.
- Loyal. - Thanks for your time.
Vince, what's with the truck?
I need a place to park it for a little while.
- Just tell me it's not stolen. - Don't worry about it.
I'm going to be worried about it, this is my bar.
Look, it's all good. Let me park it here for a few days.
I do my business, you get a taste. Everybody's happy.
- A few days? - A week, tops.
- It won't take me long to find a buyer. - Hey, have you lost your mind?
This is what got you locked up in the first place, not using your head.
No, there's no way. You cannot park this truck here. No.
- I thought you'd be happy. - On what planet would I be happy?
On planet money.
The bar's not doing well,
and Sadie's tuition is not cheap.
Hey, let's leave Sadie out of this, all right?
And get this truck out of here. Now. That's it.
Hank, buddy, I'm not asking.
A few days, okay? Just a few days, that's it, Vince.
- Thanks, pal. - Yeah.
I knew I could count on you.
Great.
Uh, we're closed, gents.
We're not thirsty.
Who are you?
Vince has something of mine. I want it back.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I think you're lying to me, friend.
- We're not friends. - No, we're not.
Vince and I were friends. At least I thought we were.
Then he boosted a half million dollars' worth of my merchandise.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I think you do.
So, according to Levi,
he offered Vince a job, and Vince turned him down.
- You believe him? - It's hard to tell,
but when I asked about Vince's old associates,
you could drive a truck through his pause.
- Hmm. - Well, Vince's neighbour confirmed
that Levi is the man with the scar that he saw outside his trailer.
- So Levi tossed Vince's place. - Mm-hmm.
- We've got to confirm his alibi. - I can do that.
You sure? 'Cause Lucas and I were going to do it.
- No, I got it. - Okay.
Uh, so, about these phone calls...
- None of my business. - No, it's affecting the job, so...
I've been dealing with a break-up.
Oh.
Oh, say no more.
Thank you.
Hey, you know, I gotta say, I'm a little envious, though.
Of what?
Just the way that you can make it all about the job.
Where's the rest of it?
That...
- That's all... that's all there is. - You're lying to me again.
No, wait, hold on a second. Vince asked me to store the truck,
and that's what I did, I just stored it... for him.
- Maybe he's working with someone else. - Look, Hank, I'm a reasonable guy,
but what I'm looking at here, there's gotta be 40 boxes missing.
I'd say you owe me...
300 large. You've got 12 hours, the boxes, or the cash.
Look, just wait, hold on a second. Vince asked me to store the truck,
and that's what I did for him, and that's all I did, okay?
This is not my deal.
It is now.
Hey, Chaz. Come here.
Look, what the hell was Vince up to?
- What do you mean? - Just be straight with me, okay?
Was he doing business with anyone in the bar?
I never heard anything.
Okay...
he was moving stolen goods.
Who told you that?
Chaz, who told you?
Vince. He wanted me to help unload it.
- I said no. - Oh, for... Who else knows?
I don't know. Sadie?
- He talked to her all the time. - Yeah, okay, okay, just...
This is Sadie. Leave a message.
Sadie, call me when you get this.
Look, you see her, you hear from her, you call me, okay?
- What's wrong? - Just... just do what I say!
I really could have used a heads up before you went in and spooked Foster.
His known associate was murdered.
I mean, if we hadn't gone in to ask questions,
that would have appeared more suspicious.
- I get that. - We'll make good on this.
It's not me you got to worry about.
My, uh, superiors aren't happy.
They went in to rattle Wells' cage.
Apparently, didn't need to rattle it very hard.
Yeah, well, I'm not going to play politics.
On that side of the desk, you don't have a choice.
I thought Wells and I were good.
Nobody's good with Wells.
Well, thank you, and, um, thanks for the bottle.
How long did it last?
I see you moved the desk.
Yeah, it makes the room look bigger.
Hmm.
Where did you get these?
That's not important.
What, you don't trust me?
They fell off the back of a truck.
I have product, you know people who want product.
- How much you got? - 1.200 units.
I'll give them to you wholesale. A hundred bucks a unit.
That's a lot of cash.
It's a steal.
I'll think about it.
Don't think too long. These aren't going to last.
Hey, Vince.
Sadie.
- I didn't hear you come in. - What's all this?
I'm just helping out a friend.
Aren't you scared of going back to jail?
What's your dad told you?
About you?
He said you got caught smuggling drugs.
This... is payback.
I was owed a debt.
But it's stolen, right?
For that to be true, someone would have to say that it was stolen,
and trust me, no one's gonna do that.
You know,
I have friends that would pay good money for these.
- 100 bucks? - You're kidding, right?
You could get 200, easy.
Maybe a little more.
I could help you.
You don't want to go down this road.
I'm not. I'm going to college,
but getting there is expensive.
Hi.
I feel really bad about wrecking your investigation.
- It's all good. - Still, I got you a gift.
Hmm.
No way.
- I have always wanted one. - Seriously, have you?
Don't worry about it.
I just have to keep working at Foster's warehouse
till another operation starts up, but...
Plus side, you get two paychecks.
Gonna need it to pay for that window.
Oh, no, I'm going to bill the department, not you.
- Detective. - Sergeant.
You get something?
Yeah, Levi's alibi checked out.
A guy like Levi Foster's not going to dirty his hands.
No, he's also not going to wait till the morning to toss Vince's trailer.
- He's going to do it that night. - So, maybe Levi didn't kill Vince.
Someone else beat him to it.
Don't you think it's odd that Vince turned Levi's offer down?
- Yeah, unless Levi lied. - Oh, yeah.
Maybe he didn't offer him a job, and that's why Vince ripped him off.
What if Vince had help stealing Levi's shipment?
That would bring "the someone else" into the mix.
Yeah. Where's the first place that Vince goes
when he gets out of jail? The Chieftain.
- He and Hank go back to high school. - Yeah, and the bar is struggling,
so maybe Vince roped Hank into robbing Levi.
And he's the associate that Vince didn't rat out.
- I'll dig into Hank's financials. - Okay.
Nancy Grant. That's your profile.
Initials "N.G."
"An" "gie."
You keep this up, I'm going to take away your detective badge.
Lucas...
All right, hypothetically,
what do you think a detective should do
if he were to meet an attractive witness?
One that was part of an active investigation?
Well, I'm guessing he should probably wait
until the case is closed before he asks her out.
I mean, technically, he probably shouldn't ask her out at all.
- What if she asked him out? - He'd still be compromising the case,
and I think he would know that.
Hypothetically,
what if his supervisor did the same thing when he was a detective?
Fair enough.
He would make sure that his Staff Sergeant never found out.
Hypothetically.
Understood.
- Dad? - What are you doing?
Um...
No, Dad... No, no, please don't...
- What did Vince say to you? - It wasn't his fault.
- What did he say to you, Sadie? - He didn't say anything.
It was me.
I convinced him to let me help him.
- Why would you do that? - To pay for college.
I already told you that I'm going to cover everything.
Dad, I know the bar is in trouble. You can barely keep the lights on.
Do you have any idea what would happen if you got caught?
Well, Vince said that no one would get hurt...
Vince said no one would... Look what happened to Vince.
Dad, are they going to come after us?
No, it's going to be okay, it's going to be okay.
I'm not going to let anything happen to you, all right?
You just... You just have to tell me who else was involved.
No one. I promise.
Okay, here's what we're going to do.
You're going to go to the bar and wait with Chaz.
I'm going to load up all this stuff and get rid of it.
Dad, we need to go to the police...
Do you want to go to college, or do you want to go to jail?
You get that truck out of here yet?
I'm going to need a few more days.
That's not okay, Vince.
Look, the buyer fell through, okay?
- So I'm moving the stuff myself. - Okay, that's not my problem.
Here's a little something... for all your trouble. Okay?
No, look... No, I'm sorry, Vince, no, no. Here.
Vince, I don't want to get mixed up in your deal anymore.
Chaz, where's Hank?
He's running an errand.
Anyone else here?
Chaz, is anyone else here?
Sadie's here.
Hank's daughter.
What the hell...?
- Did you cut yourself? - I don't think so.
Chaz, put the rag down, step away from the bar.
Sadie?
- Yeah? - I'm Detective Flynn.
You know where your dad is?
Um, he's off today.
Oh.
Ooh.
Now, those are some nice shoes.
Herndls. Where did you get them?
That's all the cash I made, okay?
The rest of your product is on my truck outside.
This isn't nearly enough.
No, that's all of it, I swear.
The problem is, Hank, you undervalued my product.
You sold it for less than it was worth.
You owe me 120 large.
Wait a minute, wait...
Look, okay, I... I'll get the rest of the money somehow, okay?
I'll find it.
My... my bar. My bar.
Y... You can have my bar.
Why would I want that?
I hate people stealing from me.
It sets a bad precedent.
I bought them downtown. It was a close-out sale.
Stop, Sadie. We know they're counterfeit.
Did your dad give them to you?
Listen, we know you're trying to protect your father,
but he's put you in a really, really bad situation.
It was Vince, he gave them to me. My dad had nothing to do with it.
Yeah? Why did Vince give you the shoes?
- Because I was helping him sell them. - Helping him how?
- I found customers. - How much was he paying you?
30%.
Seems to me like it should have been at least a 50-50 deal.
Is that what you thought, too, Sadie?
Look, we know that Vince died at the bar.
What?
N... no...
Oh, yeah.
Anything you tell us now will help you later.
My dad said that it was the people that Vince stole from that killed him.
He said he was on his way there right now.
- Where? - Well, I don't know.
He said he was going to return all the things that Vince stole.
That's enough.
This is getting tiresome.
No... No, please. Please, I have a daughter!
No! I have a daughter! No!
Boss! Boss! Cops are here.
Go bring the car around.
Nate, go stall the police.
- This the guy stole your shipment? - It certainly is.
You go, I'll take care of him.
No, I got this.
No, you don't.
- Drop your weapon! - Down on the floor!
Levi Foster, you are under arrest for attempted murder.
Hands behind your back!
Mind the suit, gentlemen.
Looks like you just lost your second job.
Yeah, I'll manage.
- Thank you. - Don't thank us yet.
How are you feeling?
Oh, I'm fine.
We've told Sadie you're okay, by the way.
She's here? What is she doing here? I want to see her.
The evidence suggests that she killed Vince.
We believe that you knew about the murder and tried to protect her.
We're charging you as an accessory after the fact.
No. No, no, no. Sadie could never kill anybody.
What... what about that Levi? Did you look at him?
Forensics confirmed that Vince's murder took place in your bar, Hank.
Sadie's college is going to have to wait.
Sadie's a good kid. Vince coerced her into selling all that stuff.
She would never hurt anybody.
All of your employees have alibis. That leaves only you and Sadie.
She wasn't there. She had nothing to do with it.
I killed Vince.
I can't afford to get mixed up in your deal anymore.
- I learned my lesson 20 years ago. - What lesson, Hank?
I was the one who went away.
Yeah, exactly, and I don't want any part of it, okay?
I just want that truck gone tonight, all right?
I kept my mouth shut. I should be asking for half of this bar.
Hey, I bought this place with my cut!
Which you wouldn't have at all if I had ratted you out!
Okay, that's fine, that's fine, and I'm very grateful,
but that was your choice, so please, just keep all this illegal stuff
away from me and away from my daughter.
- Oh, your daughter? - Yes.
So, I'm a bad influence, is that it?
Yeah. Yeah, that's exactly it.
You can't even afford her college.
Okay, you know what, that's none of your business.
And what if it is?
You're crossing a line.
Vince, I'm telling you right now, you're crossing a line.
She's got natural talent. The drawing? Where do you think she got that from?
- I was the artist! - Get out!
- Get out of my bar right now! - Can't you see it?
'Cause I could tell as soon as I saw her.
I swear to god, Vince, if you know what's good for you, you will shut up!
Lisa and I hooked up. Couple weeks before I went to jail.
You know she always had a thing for me.
I... I never knew about
Vince and my wife,
and after Lisa died,
Sadie was all I had in the world.
She's my entire life.
She... she doesn't need to know...
about Vince being...
All I need is a confession
to Vince's murder.
Seems to me this was about stolen goods.
Thank you. Thank you.
Don't you think she deserves to know the truth?
She's already lost one father.
Do you want to tell her she lost two?
I was thinking maybe we could go to this little Italian place called Nook,
get some food, some wine.
- Great. How about 8:00? - Good night.
- I'll call you back. - Good night.
Good night.
Hey.
Everything okay?
Yeah.
It's all good.
Good night, Nancy.
You...
are wrong.
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Starting to look like one of us is stalking the other one.
- Who has the time? - Wanna get a beer?
Throw in a pound of wings, you got a deal.
I'll drive.
Might be a little breezy, though, my back window's broken.