Cape Fear

I love you.

- -

- I've never seen that before. - This isn't yours?

- It is not. - How'd you get it?

Blame?

I don't know.

All right. Nothing else to see here. Let's get out the street. Out the street.

This is a safe space, Zack. Just be honest.

What do you remember about that night?

Uh, bits and pieces.

Like scenes from different movies.

You understand why you're here, right?

You helped a trespasser live in the walls of your house.

And you stabbed your dad with a pair of garden shears.

Yeah. I don't know what the fuck happened to me.

Oh, this is good.

You dissociated, and now you're confused because you're coming out of it.

So, when do I go home?

- That might be a while. - Really?

Because you're making it sound so fucking simple.

"It's good."

I'm "just coming out of it."

"Hey, be the man you wanna be, Zack.

Be the man you wanna be."

I didn't say that.

I'm supposed to just be honest.

You can just sit there and say whatever bullshit you want.

How do I get your job?

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

I don't know what's going on.

Don't be sorry.

Hey, this is a, uh… It's a process, okay?

Hey, you will start to feel like yourself again, Zack.

Yeah, what "self"?

Care to have a drink with me?

You remember I'm sober?

Sixteen years ago this week, we closed on this house.

- You were seven months pregnant. - I was eight months pregnant.

You were eight months pregnant.

Yeah. Oh, I was so uncomfortable.

- It was so hot. - Mmm.

- Left Nat with the babysitter… - Mmm.

…sat on these floors, waiting for the movers to arrive.

Oh, yeah, and they never came.

Well, they came to 812 West Jones Street…

- Yeah. - …in Charleston.

- Oh, I wanted to murder them. -

And all we had to drink were Nat's juice boxes,

hot as hell from the car.

But that apple juice was the best drink I've ever had.

You want some lunch?

No, I'm going in the pool.

- -

Whoever it is knew you had a second cam.

"Whoever it is"? We know who it is.

Hold off on draining the pool until we can test it, okay?

- Yeah, right. - And y'all stay in town.

Y'all have any guns in the house?

Why are you asking us?

I'm sorry, but I… …I have to ask...

Why don't you go downtown and question him? Hmm?

If y'all had kept an eye on him like I said,

maybe my friend would be alive right now.

The bullets in the torso looked like nine mil,

- I… - …give me any more details

than what you told me?

Yeah, it's Georgia. I got guns.

Y'all got a nine millimeter?

Yeah.

I'm sorry to ask, but do you mind if I see it?

- Hang on. - Would you be willing to head down

- to the station and make that statement? - No, absolutely, we definitely will.

Yes, and any other de...

Uh, Springfield Echelon.

Happy?

Uh, when's the last time you fired it?

Uh, it's been a while. Yeah.

Just gotta rule it out.

- Yeah, yeah. - Mmm.

Um, I'm real sorry about your friend.

Thanks, Tom.

Yeah, sure, no problem.

I got it.

- Hey. - Mmm?

Did you open the safe?

The gun safe? No. Why?

My Glock was loaded, and there are three rounds missing.

Somebody fired it. I don't know when or who.

Well, there's no way Max could've used your gun to kill Ray, right?

Right?

What?

- No, no, no, no, no. - Thank you, officer.

- Don't. Don't. Don't. Hey, no. - Fuck you. Fuck you.

- Stop it! Stop it! Stop. - You're a motherfucker! You…

What the heck is going on in this neighborhood?

Jesus, officer.

You know that someone broke into my house?

- You know what you did. - Hey, stop. Shh. Hey!

- You know what you did. - This is what he wants.

But he didn't steal anything. He left something for me to find.

And maybe for someone else to find, I don't know.

The cops are trying to figure that out.

Hey, hey, hey, prosecutor.

Did our burglar leave something in your house too?

- You're gonna go back to prison, Max. - You put me away for what she did.

Now it's your turn, fucker!

Hey, bye. Thank you, officer.

Natalie, it's just a question.

How would I open your safe? I don't… I don't even know the code.

Well, you heard me tell it to your mom downstairs.

Why are you coming at me?

Natalie, I'm sorry. It's just, it's really, really important, hon.

If you know anything, you have got to tell us.

I don't.

Natalie, hey. Come here.

It's okay.

Listen, pack up some things. You can go back to Paul's.

All right?

We gotta assume that somehow he got this gun and he's trying to frame us.

I need to get rid of this.

Listen, whatever move he's making, we gotta get ahead of it.

Oh, fuck.

- Anna. - Yeah?

You should go talk to your dad.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

Hey! Come on in.

Are you high?

You're high.

No, I'm just taking my medication like a good boy.

Check it out.

Oh, my God.

That motherfucker come out of nowhere.

We told you he had a dog. You said you could handle it.

Yeah, well, thank you so much for your sympathy, Annie.

And thank you for inviting me into the bosom of your family.

Six years without dope, six years no crime, no alcohol.

I barely smoked a cigarette.

All in hopes that one day I'd be able

to watch a Pixar movie with my grandkids. But no…

Dad...

No, you call up and you smash all of that.

Dad, you got to get out of town. Now.

- Fuck you. - No, fuck you.

You gotta go. Just go.

Well, how long am I supposed to get gone for?

Uh, six months, a year, I don't know.

Just disappear. You're really good at that. Just…

All right.

Well, I… I'm gonna need food, I'm gonna need lodging.

I'm going to need transportation.

I'm going to need medication,

and I am going to need…

How much?

$100,000.

You son of a bitch.

Or I could just lay around here and lick my wounds

until the police show up.

This is what you were really after, right?

You don't care about me. You don't care about my kids.

Hey. You called me, remember?

Yeah, my mistake.

- Annie! - What?

You know all that shit you hate about me?

You're not your mama's girl.

You're every bit of me.

You're mine.

$100,000 to get you out of my life for good sounds like a bargain.

Yeah, move those tables away from each other. Those ones.

Okay? People need space to feel comfortable.

Marqués de Riscal, this one is the best one.

Okay.

- I'll try the peach bourbon. -

Thank you, sir.

Hey, Natalie, how are you?

Jesus, this thing in your backyard.

How crazy is that? Must be hard.

Well, they think that you killed Ray with their gun.