Tell Page #2

you walk out of here free and clear.

Well, 'cause that...

That sounds like

an official, city-backed offer.

I'm sorry, boys.

Money burned up in the fire.

Come on... A loser like you?

You'd burn alive before you left that money behind.

Look.

We know that you went to the Jefferson Hotel, all right?

We know that you used your master key

to get into one of the rooms.

And we know that you stole some clothes

from a Japanese tourist...

Remember this?

You made a huge f***ing mess.

Look, we know that's where you hid the money,

and when we find it, it's 10 to 15 years.

Do yourself a favor.

Give us the money, all right?

A face like that in prison?

You're gonna be eating dick by lunchtime.

Dick that's been in your ass.

Money burned up in the fire.

All right, f*** it, we do it my way.

Morton, start writing on his chart.

Besides the gunshot wound and the broken arm,

he suffers from severe hematomas and a shattered kneecap.

Hematomas... How do you spell "hematomas"?

H-E... I'm just gonna put "bruising."

You're not gonna torture me, you guys are cops.

We don't use that word.

- That's an ugly word.

- Yes, ugly.

I just need to make sure you

don't know where the money is.

Oh, come on.

Hey, hey, hey, I...

Oh!

Hmm.

Ethan Tell.

I'll be your parole officer for the next 18 months

unless, of course, you do something stupid

and find yourself back in here.

Not a good move.

Here are your parole instructions.

In a nutshell, don't leave L.A.

Don't hang out with any felons, any convicts,

or anyone who has access to a firearm.

Say that you just found God on your--

your release.

And your pastor wants to invite you over for dinner

to meet his gorgeous virgin daughter,

who has big titties and big nipples.

Well, say you're at dinner, and there's a Civil War rifle

that hasn't been shot in a hundred years,

right over dinner, right over the potato salad.

I suggest you get the f*** out of there

and stay away from that man, his church,

his daughter, and her big nipples

because they're trying to throw you back in jail.

That's a violation.

Here's your keys to the halfway house.

It's a residential facility, not a jail cell,

so there's no f***ing in the shower,

there's no peeing in the sink.

All the stuff you do in here?

Mmm-mmm.

It's a nice place, keep it clean.

Are we clear?

Yeah.

I'll see you every Tuesday, 10:30 sharp,

no exceptions, no excuses.

No bullshit.

See? I like you.

Pick a candy... Not the

purple ones, I love those.

And don't do anything stupid.

All right, they wanna know where you stash your cash at.

Don't try to skip town, make a run for it.

You won't get half a block

with every cop in the city...

watching you.

So if I were you, play it cool,

and tomorrow...

I'll help you.

Help me what?

Get the cash.

Mr. Johnson, uh, the cash

burned up in the fire.

I like that, keep it like that.

Convict on deck!

Parolee. Yeah.

Tell?

Tell!

I'm unarmed.

You look good.

Sorry I never came to visit you in prison.

I wrote to you, though. Yeah.

Divorce letter?

I... I got that one.

That was just so they wouldn't think I was an accomplice.

Smart.

You know, I, uh...

I wrote you letters.

I was kind of hoping that when you got out,

some time would pass, and then

maybe you'd be able to forgive me?

For what, shooting me

or not visiting me in prison?

Both, actually.

Can I give you a ride?

We can talk, catch up maybe.

It's good seeing you, Bev.

It was always just you and me.

Just one cup of coffee, please.

You know, it's gonna take more

than a couple of donuts, Bev.

When I shot you, I was off my ass.

Like, clean off my ass.

What does that mean?

All those promises you made,

how you were gonna take care of me, I believed them,

every single one of them because I loved you.

And all of that drove me...

Just clean off your ass.

And then, the police showed up, and I panicked.

But everything's different now.

I mean, I have changed, and you're rich.

Excuse me?

What?

Oh, your bank money.

Ours, if you still love me,

which I don't...

Money burned up at the house, Bev, it's not there.

Money's gone.

Do you still love me?

Of course I still love you.

Hmm.

If there's no money, then there's no money, babe.

We have each other.

I love you.

Is there really no money?

Sorry.

So this morning, when I was getting ready,

I realized that you and I haven't seen each other

for three years.

So I only wore this.

- But I mean, you probably don't want me, do you?

- Mm.

- How do you like them donuts, huh?

I lied to you earlier about being armed.

That surprises me.

Relax.

It's for you.

What the hell am I supposed to do with this?

Ray's getting out of prison this week.

No, Ray got 7 to 10.

No, they're letting him out on good behavior.

You know why, right?

The police are gonna let him out

just to see if he can lead them to the money.

Ray's gonna kill you,

So you're giving me a gun to kill your brother?

No, to protect yourself.

Jesus.

I'm just gonna get dressed.

I wanna show you something.

What's this place?

See that house?

That's where I live.

When I shot you, I didn't know at the time, Tell,

that I was carrying your child.

Wait, what?

I wanted to tell you, I did.

That's why I wrote all those letters.

I wanted to tell you,

I just-- couldn't.

- Please don't hate me.

- Bev, we have a kid?

He's a beautiful boy.

Oh.

I couldn't raise him by myself

I mean, I was alone, I was pregnant, I was broke.

The only reason I divorced you was because

I needed to marry another man so he could support me.

Wait, what?

You're married?

I met Arthur through my cousin.

He's quite amazing, actually.

He takes really good care of us.

You're married, you live in that house with some guy

and my kid, and he calls him "Daddy"?

Only while you were in prison.

Now that you're out and you have the money,

I will divorce him and marry you,

and we can be together, and be a family, and...

You're off your ass.

Where are you going?

To get my son away from you and your crazy.

No, no, no, you can't do that.

Just give me the gun, you have to get out of here.

- Let me go.

- Just come with me, just come...

I'm not leaving without my kid.

Sh*t.

What did you do?

Okay, you have to get out of here.

Just go, just go, just go.

Do you wanna go back to prison?

Wait! Tell!

- Really?

- You need that.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Anyone interested in an honest day's pay?

Tax free.

Next time.

Here we are, home sweet home.

Father Frank and I live in the parish house,

and we rented out the apartment

to the church custodian for the last couple of years.

But now, it needs to be emptied out.

Oh, he's not living here anymore?

No, he... It--It was a suicide.

Nice.

So you want this whole place cleaned up?

Yes, indeed, clean, clean, clean.

The man committed suicide.

That's a sin in the eyes of the church and the Lord.

So everything has to go, everything.

We can't keep it, we can't donate it.

Everything's gotta go.

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