The Barber Page #2

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- Debbie Ann Skokie, your first, why...

- If I am who you think I am,

why wouldn't I just kill you right now

and bury you up here

where nobody would ever find you?

I'm not who you think I am.

I'm not, so please stop this, please.

Mr. Visser, I know who you are,

because I'm your biggest fan.

I get it. You're laying low.

You're... You're taking a break.

But I know that that itch doesn't die.

I know. I live with it.

And if I'm gonna learn anything

about who I am and what I am,

it's gonna be from you,

a man with your experience,

because you and me, we are the same.

I looked for you everywhere for so long.

What happened in Chicago

was a horrible mistake.

- They let me go.

- They let you go because you're the best.

They let me go

because they had the wrong man.

It's cold. Go downhill to the highway,

Highway 2. Someone will pick you up.

- You leave me alone!

- You brought me here to leave me?

What the f*** are you doing?

Get the f*** out of the car.

Visser! Visser.

What the f***?

Monday morning...

Sh*t, man, you okay?

Kelli, right?

Yeah. I saw you get arrested back there.

- That sucks.

- Yeah, right?

Do you want to use my phone?

Do you need to call somebody?

- Take a ride into town if you could.

- Yeah, come on.

I been trying to leave this spank-ass town

for, like, two years now. Place like this,

they notice everything.

They stare at me like I'm a freak.

I just want to move to the city,

you know, be anonymous.

Guess I just need somebody

to kick me in my big old butt.

- Do you always take this highway home?

- Yep. There's no cops. I speed.

Hey, it's me again.

Where the hell are you?

Just call me back, okay?

Hey, baby.

You working the phones or the corner?

Sorry, tiger.

My mind must be wandering tonight.

Your... mind gonna be wandering

during the middle of my session?

40 bucks, and we'll find out.

- Come on.

- Hey.

- We have a strict touch-and-go policy.

- You touch. I go. That's the point.

Okay.

I got something special

for a special fella like you.

C.P.D., motherf***er.

You're under arrest.

- Where'd you get those?

- Your little bag of tricks, you perv.

Okay.

- Going through my sh*t?

- I didn't go through your sh*t.

They were sitting right on top.

I grabbed them.

Sit down with me.

Relax. This is supposed to be fun.

So this is gonna be fun?

You have no idea who I am, do you?

That's the fun part.

Come on.

Nod your head if you think

this was f***ing stupid.

Yes.

Man, I just gave you a ride.

We're cool, right?

Stranger, motel,

middle of the night.

What the f*** did you think

was gonna happen?

What? Who is this?

What? You would have

done it better, right?

I mean, of course...

of course you would.

I know. I kinda... I know.

I made a mess. It's...

You know, it got a little sloppy, but,

I mean, I passed your test, right?

- What test?

- You told me go down the highway.

"Someone will pick you up."

You said take Highway 2.

You said that, right? You said that.

You were trying to tell me that... Look.

You knew she'd be out there,

and you knew that I would find her,

and you put me in the perfect

f***ing spot. Right? Right?

I'm sorry. Look, I get it. Okay?

You can't trust me.

Why would you? I just showed up

out of the blue. Threatened you.

Yeah, why would you tell me

your deepest and darkest, unless...

unless I got a rope around my neck,

too, right? Well, now I do.

I mean, bringing me in the woods

like that, that was f***ing brilliant.

You wanted to see if I wanted it, right?

What do you want from me?

I just... I know there's more,

like there's something else,

there's something that I can't

come up with on my own.

I know you know what I'm talking about.

Who saw you come in?

What? Nobody.

- Grace, the manager.

- Nobody f***ing saw me.

Never use that kind of language.

I don't want to hear it out of your mouth.

Can you take care of this?

- You mean, like, to get rid of the body?

- Can you get it squared away?

Yes, sir. No problem.

Come by the shop tomorrow.

Okay.

Hey, I'm at your place.

Where are you? What's going on?

Dick.

Hello?

John?

It's a good look for you.

What the...

Oh, my God.

F***. Sh*t.

What?

Jesus.

God.

Captain, it's Detective Bennett.

Can we meet? It's about McCormack.

- The best haircut I never paid for.

- It's always a pleasure, sir.

Well, next time, I'm getting a Mohawk.

I don't think I remember

how to do one of those things.

- Be careful out there.

- Yeah, you be good.

Okay.

So he pay you this time?

Chief risks his life every day.

Haircut's the least I can do.

- Cheap-ass f***er.

- There you go again.

Yo, yo.

What's up, man? Welcome. You need a cut?

Yours, Eugene?

Come on, man.

'Cause if he's a walk-in, I gotta get paid.

- What's up, baby? I got you right here, bro.

- Nah, I'm here for Eugene.

He's mine.

Man, this is bullshit. Come on.

Hey, Luis, do me a favor.

Go over to Heidebreicht's.

- Get me a cup of coffee.

- Excuse me?

- And get one for my client, too.

- Black.

Yeah. Why don't I go wash

your goddamn truck while I'm at it?

- What did you just say?

- Come on, Gene.

I mean, who died and made me

a f***ing slave, man?

- Shut your filthy mouth.

- Jeez, calm down, man. Whatever.

No, no, not whatever. Not whatever.

The answer is, "Yes, sir, Mr. Van Wingerdt."

I am your boss,

your boss in this place of business.

- Maybe you should just get the coffee.

- Maybe you should shut the f*** up.

- That's it. Get out of here.

- No, no, no. Hold on, man.

You got a foul mouth.

I'm tired of hearing it.

Eugene, look, I'm sorry.

Mr. Van Wingerdt, I'm sorry.

You had your chance. No sorry.

No. No. You had your chance. No.

- Seriously?

- Yeah.

- Why do you let yourself look like that?

- What? What do you mean?

You look like a bum.

I'm not saying dress

to the nines either.

A man's appearance

should always show self-respect,

never self-importance.

That's how you stayed under the radar.

I'm trying to tell you...

how a man should live his life.

Be clean. Don't rush.

That leads to mistakes.

And...

pay attention to the details.

Gene Van Wingerdt, pleasure.

- John LaRue.

- School starts tomorrow, son.

Hey, Cap!

Sh*t, Bennett. I'm late

for my grandkid's birthday party.

John's gone looking for a man

named Francis A. Visser.

He's going by Eugene Van Wingerdt now.

He's working as a barber

out in Moraine, the same guy...

- ...that you and his father arrested.

- I know who Visser is.

And Thomas McCormack?

Tom was a great detective

and the best man I ever knew.

But he got obsessed with this Visser case.

He worked 24/7 and drank himself sick,

and this... this McCormack, Jr.,

I'm pretty sure he's in that same brain lack.

Well, maybe John found something new.

He's convinced the man is guilty.

So was his Paps.

Tom's cop gut had him convinced

he always brought in the right guy.

He became the worst cop possible.

He went so deep into that darkness

that he'd never see the light again.

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