Bloodline

Fuck you.

Fuck you!

Fuck it, just drive.

Hey, where are we going?

Mom.

Mom?

Did you hear what I said?

Mom?

He didn't mean to do it.

I think he did, Mom.

I really think that he did.

No.

He was upset.

He wasn't himself.

He was furious at Danny.

What does it matter now?

What's done is done.

No, Mom.

That's what I'm trying to tell you.

Is that Kevin's at Marco's right now, trying...

to get him to help us.

But I don't know what's gonna happen.

We have to protect your father.

What?

He didn't mean to do it.

Mitzi?

Mitzi.

Mitzi, come on.

Get in here right now.

I'm not talking about Daddy, Mom.

Please tell me you understand, Mom.

Of course I do. I'm not senile.

Tell me.

I need to hear you say it.

Damn dog.

Mitzi.

John.

John killed him.

Mitzi!

And Kevin, you...

Get in here!

You all lied to me.

Mitzi!

- -

Hey, I get carsick in the back, man. How about if I drive?

Keep fucking moving.

I need you all in one place.

We all have to be together.

-Mom-- -Find Kevin, find John.

-Tell them to come home right now. -Kevin is talking to Marco.

-John hasn't been answering his phone-- - Excuse me.

Uh... I'm so sorry. Uh...

Um... You know what? Never mind.

-I'll figure it out. -That's great, thank you.

Okay.

I mean, just real quick, and forgive me,

but how do I know the difference between a bad sunburn and sunstroke?

Vomit. Thanks.

-If you could just give us a minute? -Oh, no, no.

You go, Meg. I'll take care of Mrs. Samuels.

My husband's doing that. He's throwing up.

-Oh, poor thing, you must be so worried. -I am.

-I'll come right over with you. -Okay, thank you.

Mom?

We have a doctor I can call, he'll be here in five minutes.

Yeah, I kept telling Jonathan all day on the boat to put on a shirt.

Oh! Why don't they ever listen?

What's wrong with them?

Put the weapon on the ground!

Hands behind your head.

On the ground.

Put it down.

Now.

Hands behind your head.

-Listen-- -Hands behind your head.

Detective Rayburn?

Yes.

Tammy Peters, FHP.

Tammy.

That is some crazy shit.

You okay?

Yeah.

It's not something you see every day.

Oh, fuck.

Hey, Kevin, pick up your damn phone.

Why, dude? Just leave me a message.

- -Kevin, it's Meg. Where are you?

Call me back now. Stop fucking around.

Fuck.

You've reached John Rayburn. Please leave a message.

John, it's me.

Please call me back, okay? Please try me.

Thank you.

I just saw your truck. It's not looking too good.

I'm happy to give you a ride back to Largo.

No, that's all right. I called a flatbed and let my wife know what's going on.

Everything's fine, I'm just waiting.

All right, I'll, uh, get a call in to animal control.

Should be out in the morning for the body.

Sure you're okay now, Detective?

Yeah, thank you.

Good night.

Be safe.

When I was growing up, we didn't take a lot of car trips.

But I think I remember the rules to this game.

Who here wants to play I Spy? Huh?

I got you, don't worry, I'll start us off. Don't sweat it.

I spy...

with my little eye...

two motherfuckers who won't fucking tell me what the fuck is going on!

Fuck.

Please, God, wake up.

Wake, wake up.

Should have fucking listened to me, you fucking asshole.

Such a fucking asshole.

Oh, fuck.

You've reached the voicemail of Detective Marco Diaz.

If this is an emergency, please hang up and dial 911.

Otherwise, leave a message and have yourself a safe day.

Do you know where I could get a pizza this time of night?

No, ma'am.

Where you going, darling?

I sure could use a ride.

You dangerous?

No.

No, ma'am.

You don't look dangerous.

All right, then.

AC is busted, seat don't go back,

and I keep a .45 nearby at all times.

Just so's you know.

Your choice.

Kevin.

Kevin!

Oh, shit.

You got a story?

I got nothing but time.

Okay, you don't have to talk if you don't want to.

I'm just passing the hours.

Want a hit of this?

No.

It's prescription.

Whatever your trouble, it'll ease your pain.

Go slow, friend.

It's been a long time.

The first time I ever smoked, my brother Danny got me to roll a joint

so we could get a couple of sisters to go skinny dipping.

Me and my sister never needed no joint.

Still don't.

What am I supposed to do? He's not at Marco's.

-He's not answering his phone. - Hang on, Meg.

Doctor Joe, thank you so much.

Always happy to help, Sally.

You're a doll.

And John has my vote for sheriff.

Fingers crossed.

-Meg? -Did you call Kevin?

I, uh, I left a message.