Small Town Crime Page #6

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- What do you think?

- [Fred] Cheese sticks?

End of the bar,

thanks, Fred.

Why don't you just

hold tight there, Pablo?

Being a bartender,

you see a lot of sh*t.

You learn a lot of sh*t, too.

Useless knowledge

most of the time,

but once in a while,

you get a gem.

Let me give you an example.

I bet you don't know

that our law enforcement holds

a lot of pride

in the national bird.

Now that makes sense,

if you consider

that the state's fowl

is the valley quail.

Let me tell you, there's

nothing tough about a quail,

and you sure as hell

wouldn't want to put that

on your uniform.

Now, you see,

t the top of your badge,

there's supposed

to be an eagle.

A bald eagle,

the national bird.

Now, what you got there

looks more like a hawk,

which is a hell of a bird,

but it ain't no bald eagle.

So, I'm guessing that that

badge was made in, uh, Tijuana

by a counterfeiter

who didn't know the difference

between a chicken

and chicken sh*t.

Is that right?

It could be.

[Ivy giggles]

Look, these guys are a bunch

of rich a**holes.

They were in town

for some real estate thing

and they wanted

to get their d*cks wet.

They wanted some young p*ssy,

and they were willing to pay

a lot of money for it.

[Mike] So, you blackmailed them

and now they paid

a couple of psychopaths

to knock off the girls.

Real smart.

[Randy] I helped them

with the blackmail,

but the girls came to me

with the video.

They wanted to do it.

Maybe we hit them up

for more too many times

but who kills people over

a few hundred thousand dollars?

How old are you?

How old do you want me to be?

You teach her to say that?

God, no, he didn't

tell me sh*t.

But you saw the opportunity,

didn't you, Randy?

[Ivy] Hey, I've f***ed guys

for money before.

Pack up your stuff,

we're going to the police.

- [Randy] Wait a minute, Mike.

- We can't go to no cops.

[Randy] We can pay you.

We got money.

We already got a hundred

and forty thousand

out of these guys,

and that was just our cut.

I'm bringing you both in.

I don't think

I can let you do that.

I'm not asking.

What are you gonna do?

Shoot me?

Maybe.

[groaning]

That's for being a scumbag.

Ivy, get your stuff.

- Come on.

- [Ivy] Jesus f***ing Christ.

[Kelly] Abby, Abby, Abby,

get your backpack.

And JJ, close the door

after her.

[JJ] Yes, ma'am. Come on.

[Kelly] Okay.

Come on in.

Yeah, well... hey,

what do you want for dinner?

Looks like poor Leslie

just got the one shot off.

Well, this guy

was a bouncer.

Looks like that poor lady

was just having a drink.

[officer] Sir?

I got a witness.

Said there were

three of them.

They lit out of here

in a silver '90s model sedan.

My nose is broken.

[Mike] Be happy

you're still breathing.

What?

- That car.

- [Randy] Yeah?

It's them.

[speaks Spanish]

[speaks Spanish]

[speaks Spanish]

Okay, get rid

of that Mexican.

Open the door.

Abre la puerta.

You open the door,

or I shoot you

in the f***ing head.

He understood that one,

didn't he?

Holy sh*t.

Go, go.

Get down.

[gunshots]

Damn.

B*tch! Hold tight.

[suspenseful music playing]

Oh, sh*t.

You're bleeding, baby.

- [Randy] F***.

- [Ivy screams]

[Mike] Hang on.

F***!

[both grunt]

[suspenseful music playing]

You can get out there.

You okay?

You see my leg

pissing blood?

No, I'm not okay.

Ease off.

We're clear.

Take your foot

off the gas.

There you go,

nice and easy.

Give it the brakes.

[hyperventilating]

Ivy, look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me.

You're safe.

You did great.

- We're safe.

- [cell phone ringing]

Calling the cops.

It's over.

[cell phone ringing]

Teddy?

Not even close, Mike.

That was a pretty

good shot.

Where's Teddy?

- Teddy?

- [muffled shouts]

I'm looking at him

right now.

Don't you touch him.

Gonna cut a deal

with you, Mike.

Don't you f***ing touch him.

[Orthopedic] You don't get

to make the demands here, Mike.

Now, whatever happens

or doesn't happen

to your friend here, Teddy,

that's on you.

But I got to tell you,

he's not looking good.

But if I don't get that girl,

I'm gonna kill him.

And then I'm gonna kill

your sister, too.

And I don't care

if it takes a day

or a lifetime,

I'm gonna gut

those two f***ing kids

of hers

from stem to stern.

I'm going to take your silence

as a sign of understanding.

I'm gonna call you

in a bit.

I'm gonna give you a time

and a place, huh?

But you f*** me,

you get cute,

you get stupid...

well, we both know

how that ends.

Change of plans.

What?

- [Kelly] Hello?

- Kelly,

I need you

to leave the house.

- [Kelly] Why?

- [Mike] I don't have time

to explain right now.

Take the kids and get out.

Meet me

at the Black Bear Diner.

- You got a phone?

- Uh-hmm.

Call us a cab.

Hey, guys,

I need to talk to your mom

for a minute.

What's going on?

What did you do?

And who's that girl, Mike?

Listen, uh,

I messed up.

I got into some sh*t.

These are some really

bad guys and they're...

- they got Teddy.

- What?

They have him and, uh,

they're making threats.

No, Mike.

I'm gonna do

everything I can...

- Mike...

- You and the kids...

- No...

- I need... I need you...

You stupid sh*t.

[sobbing]

- I can fix this.

- You can't fix it, Mike.

You can't fix it.

You're the damn problem.

You need to call

the cops.

Tell them you and the kids

need protection.

You stupid, stupid sh*t.

All we do is help you,

and all you do is

ruin people's lives.

That's what you do.

Your car's here.

I'm gonna get him back.

You better get him back.

You better bring him back.

- Hey, you Ivy?

- Uh, yeah.

Hop on in.

How's your day going?

- [Mike] Pretty good.

- Good, where to?

- Make a right.

- Okay.

[dramatic music playing]

Men like this don't forget.

They come back

and finish the job.

There you go,

sweetie.

I've dealt with people

like this before,

not in this exact way,

but in business.

These are sociopaths.

They don't give a sh*t

about anybody but themselves.

We do this,

there's no halfway.

Are you sure

you're up for this?

[cell phone ringing]

Hello?

Yeah, I know the place.

Old train depot off 226.

Not a lot out there.

I'm counting on it.

Listen...

in three hours,

give this guy a call.

He's a good cop.

We could use

another man.

I might know someone.

Somebody you can trust?

I think so.

And he definitely

seems motivated.

[upbeat music playing]

You got to be kidding me.

Who the hell else

are we gonna get?

[groovy music playing]

So, y'all got a plan

for this sh*t,

or we just gonna jump

into an old-fashioned dog fight?

Both.

[singer] I reach out

my hand to you

But the door is closed

to get you through

Just you and me,

together we would...

Do we have to listen

to this?

Hell, yeah.

This sh*t right here

gets my motherfucking

blood up.

Where you buy

a car like this?

You don't,

you got to build this.

Doesn't seem practical.

Because it ain't.

It's just my weekend car.

[c*cks]

Are you ready?

Is that all you bringing,

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